"I don't think this is how 'after care' is supposed to work, darling." Rarity shifted a little, and was blissfully aware of Pinkie Pie's body stretched along her own. Her thoughts were slow, as were Valiente's. It was so easy to relax in Pinkie's embrace and forget the world even existed.

Pinkie Pie had grown up in a hurry. She still worked at Sugarcube Corner, but now she had her own house; she needed it for her new responsibility. She slowly ran a hoof along Rarity's mane, remembering what it smelled, felt, and tasted like. "It's like dessert." In the special room that had a bed, but was not for sleeping, Pinkie held her submissive girls close.

Rarity felt a gentle nudge, and didn't resist her sister's need to speak.

"How is that, Mistress?" Valiente had no other name for Pinkie Pie. She adored her wonderful pink dominant, and in her embrace Valiente could relax.

"Well, you know how when you are a foal, your mummy and daddy would have said, 'You can't have your dessert until after you eat everything'?" She felt her pet's head nod slowly.

Nuzzling mentally at Valiente, Rarity felt herself surface again. She kissed the underside of Pinkie's jaw, making a soft noise in her throat. In her head, close to the surface, Valiente purred in delight. Not for the first time did Rarity wonder at how close both of them could be to the surface while in Pinkie Pie's care.

Squeezing her pets, Pinkie pulled Rarity tighter against her, pinning the soft, white muzzle to her own throat. "I have my dessert before my meal." Pinkie curled her tail around and coiled it tightly around Rarity's, and pulled it up sharply. "And after, too."

Two voices as one, two minds controlling the same body. Rarity and Valiente moaned together in Pinkie's forceful embrace. Relaxing muscles that had grown tight, Rarity felt Valiente's approval as she kept nuzzling and kissing their mistress.

"Did you see what I found today?" Pinkie knew the switch was flipped. They were no longer just cuddling, and instead were now in a scene. The tone would be set by Pinkie's words, and she chose them wisely. When Rarity's soft snout rubbed side to side, Pinkie knew she was shaking her head. "I visited Zecora."

Valiente now moaned, her mouth pressed to Pinkie's throat. Between her back legs, Pinkie's tail had arched, pressing into the thick-lipped and aroused vulva of the twofold mare. Rarity joined her own moans to Valiente's, and together they sang a duet for their mistress from the same mouth.

"I got an extra special potion from her." The sound of her submissives' cries was music to Pinkie Pie. It was the raw expression of happiness, and happiness was what Pinkie Pie was all about. She leaned forward, pitching her body to roll Rarity and Valiente onto their back, with Pinkie on top. "It will make a mare a stallion for just a night."

Rarity broke from Valiente. Unlike her sister, some things seemed to need just a little more thinking. In her head, she felt a soft giggle, and knew her twin understood. "P-P-Plaid."

Pinkie's game stopped, and she looked at Rarity with an uncharacteristically—for Pinkie Pie—worried look. "Rarity? What's wrong?"

Days sometimes passed when Rarity had given up working out how Pinkie could immediately tell her and Valiente apart, but today she knew it was because she had used her own safe word, not Valiente's. "I-I am happy for the—the sex, Pinkie, but I don't think we are ready for a foa—"

Pressing a hoof to Rarity's snout gently, Pinkie giggled. "Shhh. This is a special potion." She drew her hoof back, rubbed it down and under Rarity's chin to tilt it up. "I would never do that without talking a whole bunch first. Foals are serious."

Rarity, her fear assuaged by Pinkie's promise (even if it wasn't a Pinkie Promise), nuzzled against Pinkie's hoof, and felt a snuggle in her head from Valiente. She wasn't even aware when such had started happening, but as she nuzzled at Pinkie's hoof submissively, she felt the pressure of Valiente's lips on her own as a ghost of sensation.

Valiente had given up confusion and even logic. She wasn't sure how Pinkie Pie knew to kiss them just as they were kissing each other, but the threefold kiss made both her and Rarity melt in bliss. It hadn't been easy to both be so close to the surface, but Pinkie had been the key.

Drawing back from her submissive mares, Pinkie locked eyes with them. "On the bed. Rear up, face down. Offer your head to me." Pinkie rolled off with a laugh of joy. She watched as the mare she had known only as Rarity—before the mishap—arranged herself exactly as asked.

"Thank you, Mistress." Valiente only spoke part of the words, she felt Rarity in full agreement with them, filling in around her concepts. She held their form, and adored how perfectly synchronized Pinkie had them acting.

"Hold still now. I have a big plan for tonight, and some new things." Pinkie picked the bridle up with her hooves, and carried it over to the bed. "Close your eyes." Both azure eyes drew closed, wrapped in perfectly made up eyelids. Pinkie brought the bridle up and to her pets' mouth. "Open up." The lips and teeth parted eagerly, practice at taking a bit showing in the smile that still curved the open maw.

When Rarity felt not a bit, but a stallion shaft push inside her mouth, she moaned into the intruder. It wasn't long, but it didn't need to be. Rarity's mouth was stretched around the thick, spongy dong, and she couldn't resist mouthing at it.

'Suckle at it, sister,' Valiente said, within Rarity's mind. She stroked one bulging cheek with a mental hoof, and in the planescape of their mind, they were both now being fitted with perfect copies of what they physically wore.

Rarity couldn't talk, not that she needed to. With her eyes closed, she moaned within her head, and without. Straps pulled up her cheek, and around her muzzle. Her jaw was squeezed against the intruder, and when she heard a buckle being fastened behind her head, she knew she would not be saying a word.

"You remember your gestures?" Pinkie breathed the words right in her pets' ears. She reached up and stroked their horn. A spill of bright, cornflower blue magic spilled around her hoof. "Good girls. We are going to have to play with your horn more, I think. Open your eyes."

Valiente opened their eyes, only to be still in darkness. She gasped a breath through her nose as she realized Pinkie had blindfolded them. A new wave of submissive bliss poured through her, and she knew it originated from Rarity.

Pinkie left her pets for a moment. She walked over—ensuring her hoofsteps could be heard—and found the odd bottle of blueberry juice that she, and not Zecora, had prepared. Lifting the bottle, she noisily gulped down the contents.

Rarity heard the sound of guzzling. She was a touch nervous, but her trust in Pinkie was more than enough to deal with it. Her mistress and friend would not hurt her, and Pinkie absolutely would never lie.

"Oooh!" Pinkie rolled her eyes and forcefully stumbled. "I can—I can feel it growing, pets!" While her pantomime continued, she lifted the new strap-on she had brought and started fitting it to her lower body. "Wow, I can't believe how sensitive a cock is!"

Almost ready to climax on the spot, Valiente leaked submissive glee all over their shared mind. Rarity was swamped in the amazing thought that Pinkie Pie would go this far for them. Together, both of them pushed their hips up a little higher, and Valiente felt Rarity spilling tears of joy down their cheeks.

Pinkie froze at the sight of blue eyeshadow leaking out from under her submissives' mask. She took a deep breath, and opened her mouth. "Checking in." A soft green glow enveloped their horn, and Pinkie could plainly see Valiente's "okay" gesture. "Thank you, Valiente."

Rarity kept weeping in bliss, ignoring what mess it would make of their makeup, only glad that her sister had been able to respond to Pinkie. A soft breeze blew past her hips, and her tail lifted up not by her own means, but thanks to Valiente.

In a very happy frame of mind, and knowing full well Rarity shared it, Valiente moaned extra loud when she felt the first touch of Pinkie's tongue along their exposed folds. She squirmed and fought, desperate for more, but not daring to move her hips away from her mistress.

The moment Pinkie's belly landed on her croup, Rarity felt the reality of the situation. She managed to stop weeping in joy, and locked herself into a quivering state of anticipation. The first touch of a warm, strong stallionhood pressed to her wet vulva.

Valiente screamed into her own gag, not sure anymore if she were screaming into the physical one too. She wanted it, she needed it, and she hoped against all hope that her mistress would give it to her.

Pinkie pushed forward. Her ears rang with the sound of two mare groaning into a very large gag. Feeling little resistance, she angled her hips and pushed further. "This is so intense. Rarity, focus. You are in control of your vaginal muscles. You trained for this, we trained you for this."

Tears of joy returned. Rarity was in control of her pelvic muscles, and she squeezed down as she had practiced, milking at Pinkie's hot shaft.

Pinkie groaned. The sound was authentic, but it wasn't from Rarity squeezing at what the submissive thought was really a penis, it was from how far Rarity had gone to train herself. "Good pet. Hold still. Here I come." Pinkie leaned forward, sinking more of the thick toy—attached to her by straps—into the hot body under her. "Valiente, you must make sure Rarity can feel everything."

To her delight, Rarity could. Valiente didn't need to do anything, not when they were sharing so much, and so Rarity felt when Pinkie's groin pressed to her rump, and she squeezed down for all she was worth.

The shaft pulled from Valiente. She would have howled if she weren't gagged so perfectly. She tried to move backwards, tried to reclaim her master's shaft, but Pinkie's strength was the stuff of legends. Just knowing that her mistress could crush stone with her hooves, yet be so gentle in bed, warmed Valiente further.

Already rocking her hips forward, Pinkie Pie filled her pets back up again. Pull back, push in. "Oh! You are so tight!" Pinkie had no idea if they really were tight, but the words were always sure to please. "I can't believe how good it feels to be a stallion!"

As Pinkie Pie's pace grew, Rarity lost all semblance of control. She couldn't do what Pinkie had asked anymore, barely able to even provide her mistress with a good, stable platform to breed them from.

Valiente reacted to the word, "breed," and was happy to hear it in such a positive light from Rarity. Each thrust seemed to push them closer together, and each thrust also pushed them closer to orgasm.

Losing herself first, Rarity trembled and just softly whimpered into the gag. She couldn't take the pleasure anymore and gave herself to the dominance of her mistress. Pinkie Pie seemed like a blend of animal lust and pony control, and it was an intoxicating drug.

Rarity's release, a mental one only, pulled Valiente toward her own end faster. When her sister hit a second orgasm, it thrust Valiente into her own, and triggered their body.

Pinkie heard the twofold mare scream in orgasm, shooting sparks of blue magic from their horn, and could also feel the strong hip muscles shove back to claim all Pinkie's toy had to offer. Reaching an orgasm due only to her dominance and the sound of joy, Pinkie slumped down upon her submissive girls.

Without her sight, Rarity's descent from the clouds of pleasure was slow. She swore she could feel Pinkie's hot, virile seed flowing inside her, at least she hoped. The thought surprised her a little, and she knew this was going to be a topic to talk about soon.

When the buckle holding the bridle on came loose, Valiente was in no rush to ungag herself. She felt Pinkie Pie lying on their back, could feel the huge shaft inside her, and was very happy with her place.

"I like my cake before and after." Pinkie's words were slurred, her thinking a little slow. She nuzzled around at her pets' ears, enjoying just being close.

Rarity realized exactly what it was—with the clarity of being in Pinkie's embrace—that made her and Valiente so close. It really was Pinkie Pie. After all, she mused, how could either of them really have control of their body over the other, when Pinkie Pie was in full control?

Author's Note

This was because I know someone who needs to hear from his girls, even if they are well-gagged by a bridle. Be well!

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