Random Lil' Kinks

Mayor Mare, or rather Ivory, as she preferred to be known, stepped into the 'Dream of Seasons', a well frequented place, known to be a smaller version of the Clocktower Society. Both of these places were well known to be brothels of sorts, though oftentimes more loving. As odd as that sounded, Ivory had wanted to try it for a long time. She looked around, and closed the door behind her with her back hoof.

There was a posterboard to her left, containing many flyers and sign-up sign-up sheets. In front of her was reception, for aftercare, as the signs above the receptionist said. To her right were a few umbrella holders and a coat rack. Ivory trotted over to the posterboard. She closed her eyes and waved her hoof around. Then, after a few seconds, her hoof landed on a flyer. 'Dream of Seasons Banquet' It read. 'All races welcome. There will be enough food only if we have the right number of those coming. Sign up below.' True enough, there was a sign-up below, attached to the flyer by Duct Tape. Ivory looked at the sign-up and realised just how many were joining the event. She gulped, and signed up anyways.

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Two weeks later, Ivory was in the kitchen, having signed up for sub. She was blindfolded, and was about to be prepped for 'Consumption'. Even though she knew that she herself wouldn't be eaten, the thought of foodplay still made her nervous. She heard a mare's voice. "We're going to have to gag you for this one. Just don't wiggle, alright?" Ivory nodded. "Alright then." Ivory felt the made open her jaws and push a large meatball in her mouth. She was lifted up slightly, and had a bunch of hay placed under her. "The one 'eating' you ordered what griffins normally do. Pig on a Salad, I think." Ivory tensed. Griffons usually chose this? Did she have a griffin as a Dom? Her line of thought was disrupted as the preparation continued.

In addition to the hay under her, she had alternating spinach and iceberg lettuce under her sides. The edge of the platter she was on had tomato slices. In her pussy, she had ranch dressing, and it was indescribably weird, having something cold inside her private areas. She had noodles draped over her back. She was gagged by a large apple.Two ponies (At least, she hoped they were only ponies,) carried her onto a serving cart. She was rolled into what was the main room, judging by the sounds. She was further carted over to someplace in the edge of the room and hefted onto a table. Her blindfold was taken off, and for a few moments, she couldn't see anything. When she could stop blinking, she looked at the one that going to 'eat' her. It was a mare. Specifically, it was Amethyst Star. Ivory was puzzled. Amethyst came here? And she was Ivory's Dom?

Amy, as Ivory had come to know her over the many years, grabbed a fork in her magic. The light blue aura carried the fork to some of the greens under Ivory's chin, and stabbed them. Ivory jumped, as the fork had come very close to her chin. The leaf carrying fork floated to Ivory's backside, acting as toilet paper to wipe up some of the excess ranch sauce from around Ivory's pussy. The process repeated a few times, the salad bits coming from different places around her. Then Amethyst hesitated for a moment, and forgoed the silverware entirely, digging into the hay under Ivory's stomach. Ivory jumped and tried to yelp, but this only resulted in her slobbering on the apple. Amethyst continued, until thee was only a couple forkfuls of hay left. Then Ivory had her first experience with a tounge at her private bits, causing shudders to roll over her spine.

The ranch dressing felt warmer. At first, Ivory wondered why, but then as she realised, she blushed deeply. Amethyst seemed to notice, as she paused for a moment, and then grabbed more lettuce and spinach. The spinach floated to Amethyst's mouth, while the lettuce soaked in Ivory's juices. Amethyst levitated the tomatoes over the noodles, and squeezed. Tomato juice ran down Ivory's sides and back, thoroughly coating the noodles. The fork from before twisted the noodles, causing little circle motions in Ivory's fur. Almost all the food was gone, and what was left were scraps. All exep the apple.

Amethyst started to nibble at the apple, skinning it with her teeth. Then, she took a juicy bite, making apple juice rain down both mare's chins. Ivory took the hint and did the same, as best as she could. Then, as Amethyst whispered in Ivory's ear, they both got ready. Three, Two, One. Both of them simultaneously started chewing and swallowing bits of apple as fast as they could. They reached the core. With a pair of nods, their teeth touched at the stem of the apple, and split it down the middle.

Both mares ended up in a kiss, but neither minded, as their tounges entertwined, both ponies lost in the moment, not fully realising what they were doing. When they finally stopped the kiss, both blushed in embarrassment, and then waved for a waiter. When one came by, he took Ivory to get cleaned up, and Amethyst thanked him. The two mares waved to each other one more time, and then left.