Vanilla Horn

It didn’t take Rarity long to notice the difference in the trio of drinks. She just smiled, “Honestly Twilight I don’t see the need for a big fuss, I feel better than I have in ages! Besides we’ve only—“

The shimmer affixed to the handle of Rarity’s cup instantly vanish and came crashing down against the floor in an almost deafening sound as it shatter... Rarity whisk a hoof against her forehead.

“Pinkie Pie there was a reason I wanted to double check your measurements! The potion was gauged specifically for the three of us, portioned precisely by our individual aspects and ages! An untested amount like that isn’t safe for anypony alone!”

“Oop-sie…” Pinkie wasn’t sure just how alarmed she should be, even though Twilight was almost shouting, Rarity didn’t seem to be as worried about herself, as she was more concerned about the broken dish.

“Don’t worry Twilight, I admittedly feel a bit dizzy, but I’ll be fine, no harm done. I just need to pick the pieces up. I wouldn’t want any of my dear friends to hurt themselves due to my carelessness.”

Rarity’s horn light up like a bug zapper, buzzing and flickering spastically. The cup’s remnants vibrate and barely lift off the ground before returning to the floor. Instead Rarity carefully removes herself from her chair, and Twilight’s horn shine to intercept her.

“No, no Twilight. Don’t trouble yourself, you and Pinkie are guest here, there’s some aspirin upstairs, just give me a moment to get myself together would you?”

The unicorn’s stride wasn’t as elegant as it usually was, in fact it was almost the same as Rainbow Dash after she’d had one too many mugs of cider. As Rarity trots toward the exit, she just barely makes it before falling to her knees.

Pinkie rushes over to aid her, raising Rarity’s hoof over her shoulder as she lifts them both from the floor.

A lesser mare would have spoken in slurs, but not Rarity. She meekly tries to push Pinkie away. “Thank you Pinkie, but I’m positively, truly fine, don’t make such a fuss over me.”

A bubbly grin now present on Rarity’s face, “You’re so adorable, always tripping over yourself to make strangers into something more, to stop them from being strangers,” she takes a deep breath, “and always smelling of chewing gum and sundaes.”

Twilight teleports to Rarity’s side, “Come on Pinkie, we should take her too her room. I’m not sure if using my magic on her is such a good idea until know exactly what’s happening to her.”

Pinkie nod, at the moment willing to do whatever Twilight thought was best. And with only a few close calls the two manage to carry her up the final stair and through the door to her room.

As they enter, Rarity used the last bit of her grace and managed to break free of their grasp, carrying herself to a ponyquinn, her back resting against it as she supports herself on two legs alone.

Her vision wasn’t exactly top notch at moment either as she looks to the ceiling and all around her, “When did Sweetie Belle’s room become larger? Aww, how sweet. It must be trying to keep up with her, how cute.”

The two looked at themselves, and then at Rarity with even more worry than they had before. They were indeed in Rarity’s room. Her canopy bed and its rubellite veil still embracing her foam mattress and satin, crimson sheets. Her desk and fabrics were all still shelved and in order; shades of periwinkle floors and amethyst drapes decorating the room.

“Oh Piiiinnnkie,” Rarity beckon her with a liquor grin, “over here, I know you can appreciate something like this.”

Pinkie furrow a brow as she approaches without question, a familiar smell filling the air as her nose search for its origin.

She giggles, “You can smell it already can’t you, isn’t it wonderful? I smell like a bakery.” Rarity smile soften.

Pinkie try and be polite but the aroma was anything but subtle as her snout tickle Rarity.

“I’d just gotten out of the shower a few minutes before you and Twilight arrived, though I can’t imagine what soaps or perfume I used that could have done this… I meant to apologize the moment I opened the door.”

Twilight look on confused, now feeling guilty for not watching Pinkie herself as she handled the potion before.

Pinkie shut her eyes and buried her nose in Rarity’s chest, rubbing her delicate nose against the spongy surface.

The earth pony spoke almost in a whisper, “You smell like you just got out of the oven, ode to marshmallow.”

Pinkie’s breathing hasten, it was almost impossible to resist the urge as her tail twitch, as she pull herself closer to Rarity’s eyes. “R-Rarity… I—“

Soon Twilight began to catch small whiffs of something faint coming from the other side of room now, her wings gently beginning to unfurl with her curiosity.

Rarity’s vision had been continually blurring then correcting itself ever since she’d downed her blue tea, although now it steadily began to improve for the better, yet now her balance was the opposite; as her legs begin to wane Pinkie wrap her hooves around her solid but squishy waist almost instinctively, the two falling onto the rug in the center of the room. The unicorn’s new body, while too gooey to fall with a thud, instead barely makes a sound.

She could see the look in Pinkie’s eyes, and now she almost feared for the sweets that met Pinkie’s ravenous gaze. Poor dear, I didn’t think I was teasing her so severely... To her it looked almost painful for her friend, resisting an obvious urge.

An ivory hoof comb through Pinkie’s swirly mane, “… Go ahead darling, a small taste is punishment enough for how long I left you and Twilight at the door... The offer extends to the both of you.”

Pinkie Pie had literally dreamed of this, a pony made of something entirely delightful! Usually the dreams would come when the Cakes midnight baking caught her nose off guard while she slept.

She locks eyes with Rarity, the final confirmation before she attacks the spot she knew would be tender. A tongue crawl against the unicorn’s neck. Each stroke of Pinkie’s tongue was gentle, yet desperate, making sure she fit as much sugar on her tongue regardless of the mess she’d soon be making.

Rarity’s moaning, her volume rising with Pinkie’s tongue, the sensation was more than she imagined it would be, yet Pinkie never cease; eyes sealed as her lips start to curl at the saturated crease of her throat as she try to savor every inch.

Rarity could feel every morsel of sugar moistening as it glisten beneath that greedy tongue, Pinkie driving deeper still, licking the sugar from her own teeth as to not let any go to waste, until she could no longer contain herself!

Her dripping teeth chomp and bite into the unicorn’s pillow-ie neck. Taking a sizable piece of the living confection in her teeth, leaving an empty pocket in its place.

“OoooOooOh!” Rarity blush as her eyes almost roll to the back of her head, her body jolt and quiver as her chest contract in pleasure her body never knew existed. Shortly after the room fill with the faint taste of honey.

“Ohmygosh--Rarity! Are you alright, I’m soooo sorry! I didn’t mean to I—I—“
Pinkie panicked with cheeks still full.

Before Pinkie could even swallow the marshmallow down, the empty space in Rarity’s neck simply swell, puffing and filling up like a balloon and in a manner of seconds she was the same as when she was new. Pinkie sigh in relief as she finally gulps down her dream-come-true.

Twilight’s body stood solely as a monument to her wings, now fully erect as she watch the display in full from across the room, the origin of honey was no mystery to her at all. Her eyes were glued to the scene, her horn shimmering as quill and scroll were already at her side; they had been for a while now. Her hornwriting was incredible, she’d begun recording every detail, only observations along with the subjects now labelled ”Pi” and ”Pt” for easier reference.”

She ignored her throbbing wings, they were commonplace when ecstatic or aroused, as the book “The Wonderous Workings of Wings” as informed her, undocumented research just had a way with her.

As Rarity’s body begin to settle down, she noticed her spongey-self becoming a bit silky, though there was no sweat despite this new noticeable warmth she now felt slowly subsiding as she catch her breath. It was as if every spec was a sugary nerve on her body focused on the very spot Pinkie had sunk her teeth into; every pinch stirring and rising with the heat inside of her until she pop like a soufflé.

Celestia that felt good, too good perhaps. Even with all my magic and candles in Equestria I’ve never come close to—

“Guess I got a little ahead of myself,” Pinkie let loose a soft-hearted giggle in her embarrassment of succumbing to her appetite so easily.

Generally, Rarity would be embarrassed and certainly miffed considering what she’d just done so shamelessly, in front of her friends; all the squirming, inelegant sounds, potent odors, and not to mention the faces she knew she was prone to making when she reached her limit.

However, the tonic made her a softie, far more considerate of those around her.

“Well, I guess we’re all done then,” Pinkie gently pulled herself up with a weary smile, “Thanks Rarity it was really—“

Just look her, seconds ago she was on the verge of tears because of me… then relief, and now I can feel her heart trembling. Am I cruel enough to let her walk away now, would she ever have a chance like this ever again?

“One moment,” Rarity grabbed her hoof. “I don’t mind, Pinkie… if it’s just a bit more.”

She avert her shy eyes from Pinkie’s, I can’t believe what I’m saying, I’m practically the one begging at this point.

Her profuse blushing made it impossible to keep her embarrassment hidden any longer.

“And, Twilight, you are welcome to measure whatever you may…”

“I’m fine! O-over here!” Twilight respond before Rarity even finish her last breath, her face was a similar color to Rarity’s now. She had hoped she was doing a better job of blending into the background.

Pinkie left herself fall belly to belly, her nose barely an inch apart from Rarity’s, “Are you super-duper sure you don’t mind?” she gave Rarity’s nose a quick peck.

Rarity gave Pinkie a stern gaze, prodding her pink chest with her squishy hoof every few words as she begins to lift her own body from the rug, every touch becoming a guilty pleasure of Pinkie’s. “Only if you behave yourself, your hooves almost feel like a stallion’s now that my body has become so sensitive, because of you so you must be careful.”

“I promise I’ll be good this time,” Now she was the one prodding, her heart skip with every touch as she gently guide Rarity backward.

“Is it a patent Pink-Aaaahn,” Rarity quickly cover her muzzle with a hoof.

Pinkie had rest her shoe on to Rarity’s hoof, still underestimating her cushiony exterior as her own hoof weight down on it, the gratuitous sound the unicorn let loose making it obvious to everyone that she enjoyed the pinch more than she should.

Every time Rarity made a sound, Pinkie’s body twitch and the sweet smell spark something wonderful in her head, almost as if she were mesmerized. And there it was, those eyes of Pinkie’s that screamed her carving, telling Rarity with each passing second that Pinkie’s sweet-tooth was evolving into something unnatural. Rarity’s heart race, an odd mix of warmth and fear, nopony had ever stared at her so intently, so sorely with carnal desire. She imagined this was the gaze of a carnivore.

Subject “Pt’s” coat has fused to her skin.She has verbally confirmed that her skin is exceedingly sensitive compared to her previous body.Subject “Pi” appears almost feral when studying the other subject.
Perhaps she requires more studying that I first theorized.

Like a curious pet, Pinkie pressed down on Rarity’s ear, and the unicorn squeal beneath clasped hooves, the same treatment was given to her horn and this time she cooed. With every press more and more of her powdery scent perfume the air. Pinkie’s assault continued, her hooves massaging Rarity’s exposed slender belly, the tip of her hooves pinching whatever it could just to see and hear more of this beautifully unrestrained, writhing creature from her dreams now brought to life.

Yes, yes right there you pink fool, harder, squeeze tighter!

Pinkie knead and press whatever she lay eyes on, every sound becoming a new dessert for her ears; flinching with every vibration and silent command she give the marshmallow’s body. She tries to pace herself, as she promised earlier that she’d be good; taking a breath for both their sake, her limbs tingling with the sensation of sugar and gelatin petting her hooves. Her tongue traces the rim of her sticky horseshoes, every taste was better than the last. Pinkie’s sticky hooves massage Rarity’s body just right, she kept going until she found an especially soft spot, she felt something new and delicious; that could easily stick to your teeth.

Rarity’s eyes beg her to continue, and Pinkie refuse to disappoint as she force even more of her weight down, under such pressure Rarity’s hooves finally unlock and her euphoric clamor echo throughout the room.

As sneaky as she was, Pinkie had planned for this, taking the opportunity to search for more as Rarity’s body begin to convulse, she lock succulent lips and found another surprise as her merry tongue slip inside.

She ravish Rarity’s tongue with her own, the taste was even more than she hoped for, her own hooves grabbing hold of Rarity’s squishy, cherry colored cheeks as she explore the cavern.

Her gums taste of taffy, just as flavorful and savory as her tongue; the flavor staining Pinkie’s lips. While her tongue was also taffy, the top was vibrant and sour; while the bottom was bittersweet, Pinkie battle with both in a war she hope to win as she periodically chew the tongue.

Rarity could feel her eyes starting to float upward again, every sensation for her starting like an oven and burning into a wildfire. Why, why does it feel so wonderful? Yes,Celestia, chew--bite it! Tear out my tongue!

Her saliva held a faint hint of caramel and her teeth were subtle peppermints, neither were overbearing or over stimulating to any but Rarity, possibility. Everything Pinkie taste just made things foggier, everything inside of her beginning to tighten.

Twilight could see every action, every thrust, pulse, and twitch in view. Two of her closest friends, marehood in full view, salivating, and grinding against one another in a spectacle that only seemed to raise more questions, and her wings.

She’d never admit it in the moment, but the blended fragrance reminded her of a candy store, particularly the ones in Canterlot that Celestia took her too when she was still a filly.

Pinkie pull back just a bit before kissing Rarity’s tender lips again, her hooves treading across the unicorn’s rear, tracing a hoof against her cutiemark before she grab hold of as much puffy flank as she could cup in her hoof. Rarity had always appeared polished and poised beyond the typical upper-crust pony, and yet this was as soft as Pinkie had imagined her rear had always been.

“P-P-Pinkie Pieee!” Rarity’s legs clench as her eyes elevate as her tongue spasm in bliss, Pinkie suck on her tongue, before she effortlessly bite through the chewy center.

“MmmMm”

“How is it Pinkie?” Twilight’s curiosity caused her to break her preferred silence. She immediately cover her muzzle, blinking at the slight shock, hoping she hadn’t ruin the moment.

A clever idea came to Pinkie’s eyes as she points to her cheeks, eyes shut as she smile through her teeth; rising from the now stained rug that reek of caramel and honey, she trot toward Twilight as innocently as she could until their snouts were a breath apart.

The princess was a bit nervous at the sudden, yet familiar invasion by Pinkie of her personal space. Pinkie playfully prod her own cheeks, then Twilight’s, the message was very clear to her now.

“O-Oh! Pinkie, that’s probably not the most sanitary exchange of information… But I am curious and presently it is the most… effective method?”

Twilight cautiously open wide, preparing for Pinkie’s sudden strike, instead, it was tender. Pinkie purse her lips and gently embrace the alicorn, their tongues merely shaking hooves, and their noses brushing against each other as the taffy was exchanged.

A thread of saliva form as they part. Twilight’s eyes follow the liquid yarn, interestingly enough acting as twine. It was her first time experiencing such a phenomenon. The string lead to her reflection in fact, now she could she herself in Pinkie’s eyes. As the strand fall she also notice Pinkie’s single bouncing brow as she gaze at her.

Twilight quickly advert her eyes, blushing at Pinkie’s very unusual advances, and simply turned about face. As a single entity, she’d given up on trying to figure out Pinkie Pie years ago.

Pinkie just stood there for a moment, her silly tongue still hanging freely as she giggles to herself, it was the type of adorable response she expected from her bookish friend. If she were a lesser mare she might have taken advantage of Twilight turning her back to her so carelessly.

Twilight raise an inquisitive brow as she chew and ponder the discovery, the blend of sour and bittersweet as she made certain to chew a precise number of times before inadvertently swallowing Rarity’s tongue and coming upon her new theory.

Based on the combination of flavors, I’m almost certain the potion has changed the subjects cellular chemistry, perhaps based upon the subject’s personality and or experiences we can begin to understand more. As gossip is potentially known to make any tongue sour, and romanticizing the truth is often a sign of a bitter tongue.

Pinkie peaked over Twilight’s shoulder, “Come on Twilight, Rarity doesn’t gossip that much.” She said in her half-hearted defense.

“Well, it’s only a hypothesis for now, there isn’t much—“

“Hhhn” Rarity groan as she struggle to pull herself from the floor. She finally manage to pull herself up using the corner of her bed, her legs barely keeping her balance.

This body is even more fragile than I thought. Pinkie’s brutish kneading will be the death of me. Still, I suppose there are worse way to expire.

Rarity’s efforts capture the room’s audience in full, they wondered how long she would last with her legs trembling as they were. And this was the second time somepony turned their back to Pinkie Pie today.

“Don’t worry Rarity, Pinkie to the rescue!” she skipped toward her confectionary friend.

“N-no need to worry dear, it’s my fault for letting you get so… close?” She blink in response to the sudden embrace of weight.

“Why can’t you be like this all the time?” Pinkie softly whined, sighing blissfully as if nothing in the world would make her happier.

Rarity nuzzle her odd friend, she didn’t mind being dessert for the time being, so long as Pinkie kept staring at her with such lust. A soft hoof caress the bubbly mare’s cheek.

Pinkie leans in, hooves wrapped around the unicorn’s waist as she supports them both. She rest her head upon Rarity’s shoulder, breathing in her scent as if it were the last time, her hoof carefully descending, until her nose halt her exodus; as it begins to discover something new, darker and robust.

“Well darling, I can’t imagine I’d last too long out in the sun like this, it definitely wouldn’t be good for business. It’s clear that I’d attract wild beasts smelling like this,” she giggles, “who knows the next one that comes along might—“

*CRUNCH*

Pinkie’s teeth bite down, every tooth lining up with every delectable strand and row of the darkened, curly texture, unfurling under the weight until it straighten into a rich contour and break under Pinkie’s ivory fangs.

“PpppiiiIInnkie PIE!”

“M-my nose told me to do it! I’m sorry!” she plead as she chew.

Rarity just sigh as she grit her teeth, It will grow back-it must grow back, remain calm, just like everything else before. It has too, doesn’t it!?

Twilight looked on, the expression of confusion and pure disbelief obvious on her face.

Pinkie turn to her and point to her pudgy cheeks, “It’s mwlk chwlklate!”

Twilight understood her, barely, she still wasn’t taking note of this however.

Subject “Pt” appears to have gone into shock, I believe this will be the true stress-test.

Pinkie’s tongue propel across her muzzle, cleaning her lips of the thick residue. Seeing the look on Rarity’s face made it clear she’d perhaps crossed a line. Maybe I went a teensy-bit too far. But I know how to cheer her right up.

She smile to herself as her hooves worm their way behind Rarity’s lithe backside, trailing down to her flank unbeknownst to her longtime friend.

“Honestly Pinkie, Of all the things to do! I’ve had stallions tug at my mane, but eating something so painstakingly beautiful should be a crime! It’s simply, s-s-simply, f-forgivable, incredibly, entirely for-givable.” Her last word came as if it literally melted off her tongue.

Pinkie would have given a retort to the beauty comment and how it correlate to what she spend the better part of today sampling, but her tongue was far too busy at the time. Every new piece of Rarity she found tested her sanity, the odor was almost mind numbingly sweet.

After tasting the chocolate mane she’d gone right for the center, in Rarity’s rising anger, Pinkie managed to part her legs without breaking her frail balance. She buried her tongue into Rarity’s warm oven without question; in what turn out to be a gummi-grotto.

She nimble every inch she could fit in her mouth, the taste and scent of strawberries being one of her favorites, this was made evident even to Rarity as her head begin to swirl from the sheer sensation of Pinkie’s pleasurable gluttony.

The strokes of Pinkie’s tongue build more and more in strength as she explore, at times she simply lap at the walls, dragging her tongue all the way to the base of Rarity’s tail so numerous flavors would dance on her tongue.

Rarity squirm under the lashing, faint drops of honey splashing against her insides. She could hardly feel her face, she couldn’t imagine how lewd her expressions were as her muscles clench and loins glisten. Pinkie’s appetite was insatiable, it wasn’t long until she find the gumball acting as the gummi-cavern’s crown.

Her tongue told her it was traditional flavor, after a few licks she begins sucking at the flavor, blowing a gentle gust upon the surface as she wanted more, the scent blowing back at her and causing her nostrils to flare in ecstasy.

Rarity’s breathing had gotten ahead of her now, it was all too much, she was holding onto the bed’s end as if for dear life. She was panting in breaths. Her body flare with each flick of Pinkie’s vigorous tongue, her flank jiggling like sponge cake with every sample Pinkie taste.

“Slow down, Pinkie Pie, I’m almost at my…”

Pinkie couldn’t hear a word as Rarity’s leg feel like jello. Her tongue stretch to its limit as she teases the gumball and rolls her tongue into the gummi depths where honey was adamant, unfurling as it enters and curling as it exits so her tongue would soak up as much nutrition as it could. Pinkie was truly the queen of eating sweets.

What does it taste like, I can’t tell very well tell the texture from here… And there are so many smells in the room I don’t really know what my nose is trying to tell me anymore. Gosh… I’ve never seen Pinkie Pie eat anything like that… is it— does Rarity really that good?

Twilight couldn’t tell much from her senses, all she could truly trust were her ears, the constant smacking, slurping, and moaning serve to prove that both subjects in question were enjoying the experience; the puddle of drool and nectar beneath also made for convincing evidence.

Twilight’s wings hadn’t settled down at all, they’d remained erect as her quill every so often write curiosity after another. The princess try to narrow her vision, but to no avail.

Should I… move in closer. I’m missing out on valuable information. And… Rarity did say the offer was for both of us. But, what if they’re already too far gone?

She bit her bottom lip as she ponder her next move, the best way to gather information. Her cheeks now blood red, and yet she wasn’t certain if science was the only reason for her eagerness now.

Rarity’s horn sparkle, the heat inside her finally reaching a boil as her climatic howl resound within the room as her magic expound in a kaleidoscopic burst; every part of her form quivering underneath Pinkie’s hunger.

Pinkie indulged in every drop of sweetness, she lap away as much of the honey as she could, eventually it just pool on her tongue until it cascade like a petite fountain. Pinkie’s tongue retreat only to swallow what little was left decorating her tongue, and Rarity fall to her knees in satisfaction and euphoric bliss.

As Rarity catch her breath, Pinkie rub her fully belly, usually after an hour or so of eating sweets she admittedly had a mild stomach-ache. Now this was a marvel of science to somepony like her.

I wonder… in Pinkie’s sun-dream she envision opening a shop selling nothing but the sweetest of things, all mouth-watering pieces of Rarity of course. The thought of just simply using the potion on other things itself never crossed her mind, or even seemed as alluring as plucking or sculpting edibles from a vulnerable, convulsing, yet very willing Rarity behind the counter. She could hear her soft moans any day of the week, and every bite would send shivers to her and the customers.

However, her daydream was short-lived as she felt herself lift from the floor, now breath to breath with a curious yet authoritatively toned Rarity raising a brow after seeing Pinkie’s blushing stupor and questionable grin. Rarity had called out to her twice before resorting to magic.

“Are you alright… Pinkie Pie, what were you thinking about just now?”

“Who, me!? Nothing! Peppermint Buffalo!” A nervous giggle made it clear that it wasn’t entirely the truth.

An obvious lie, but Pinkie would never think anything vile or cruel concerning her friends. Rarity smile at the thought, and simply pet Pinkie’s head before carelessly tossing her onto the bed like a pillow.

The veil to her luxurious bed now pushed aside, she climb atop the mattress, much like Opal did when she was after affection. Her eyelashes flutter as she crawl closer to Pinkie, which made the earth pony’s heart do the same.

Nearly an hour has passed and Subject “Pt” appears to still possess fully functional magic despite cellular reconstruction. Further testing will be required to know if the subject’s horn is still—

Twilight noticed her quill’s waltz had come to a halt.

“A lady—more importantly a friend, always repays any kindness they are given.” Rarity leans down and gives Pinkie a gentle kiss on the lips, she could still taste herself.

Pinkie felt as though the soft sheets would pull her under, Rarity’s breath being the only thing keeping her afloat as she leave kisses one by one upon Pinkie’s neck, then chest as she attentively travel down her frame.

As Twilight look forward she noticed the world itself had been tinted in a faint hue of sapphire and her hooves no longer touch solid ground.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Twilight, jotting down notes while Pinkie and I have all the fun. Experience is the epitome of excellent research. A little bit of hooves-on experimenting never hurt.”

Twilight wipe the sweat from her brow, everything seemed to be happening so fast. “B-but Rarity, what about the shop and the preparations for—“

Rarity slightly tilt her shimmering horn, “There, the sign is now flipped, and the boutique is now closed. And while I appreciate your consideration, the day is young and you and I have all afternoon leaving us with plenty of time to prepare.”

“Yipee! Twilight’s going to join in on the fun, now it’s starting to feel like a party!” Pinkie throw her hooves in the air.

“See darling, even Pinkie thinks you’re too adorable to pass up,” she giggles. “Besides, your wings would obviously do well with some preening. And everypony’s taste buds are different, who knows I may taste better to you than I did to Pinkie Pie. It’s only fair you find out, for science of course.”

Rarity’s smile was dazzling, especially when she just knew she’d said exactly what you wanted to hear.

“I suppose, I can’t argue with you there.”

Twilight smile as the magic drew her closer to the gorgeous canopy bed, her tail swishing with excitement.

More like, why would I!? Twilight's smile was brilliant.

The rubellite veil brush aside once again, and Twilight found herself inches away from her wonderful friends.

Rarity kiss Pinkie’s thighs as she slowly part them, then came a strong unfair odor flooding her senses. In truth she was a bit annoyed once the smell of bubblegum struck her.

How is that even possible!? Even if it is natural, it can’t possibly taste the way it smells.

“Now watch closely Twilight, there is an art to everything. Once Pinkie and I are done I’ll start on your wings, and you can experiment as much as you like.”

“I’ll help!” Pinkie raise a hoof to volunteer.

“And hopefully once we’ve all gotten some rest, my body will turn back to normal. If not, then perhaps you can clean the rest of the sugar off of me, hmm Twilight?”

“I’ll definitely help, again!”

Twilight was nervous as she begins to watch the act of Rarity’s skillful tongue against Pinkie’s flesh up close, but the princess; while always eager to learn, could finally smell all of Rarity and her marshmallow scent in full and it was sweeter than any others she’d smelled before.

As her own curiosity demand she lean in closer, she also caught a small whiff of something else, it was then that her stomach remind her that she hadn’t eaten a single thing all day. Suddenly she couldn’t help but notice Rarity’s right ear periodically twitching in the corner of her eye, or even more tempting the actual length of her horn.

Twilight shut her eyes, taking a deep breath as she brace herself, and seconds after her tongue was welcomed with the taste of vanilla.