Quickies

60MP Prompt #7: The Mane Six all do something special together for Hearts and Hooves Day.

Six slightly flustered ponies gathered in Twilight Sparkle's library.

“OK, girls... we all know what happened. Now we need to figure out why.”

“...and have the best Hearts and Hooves party ever!”

“That was awesome!”

“Ah gotta admit, that sure was some sticky fun.”

“It... it was nice... I really didn't mind...”

“As long as we never speak of it again, I will treasure the memory.”

“I know one thing – I wouldn't have done that without a very, very good reason. Time travel is difficult and dangerous, and I've never taken so many ponies back with me. We won't have very long...”

Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity sat in a circle.

“...everypony hold hooves...”

Twilight's eyes shut as the glow around her horn brightened and began to throw off sparks.

“...here we go!”

Her eyes flew open, burning with mystic light. There was a blinding purple flash as the curtain between present and past was ripped open. Six ponies jumped back in time, and prepared themselves for a very important date.

A moment later, the front door of the library opened, and six blushing, sticky ponies gathered around in a circle.

“I... think we all need a moment to catch our breath.”

“Land sakes... I can't believe Ah just... we all just...”

“I didn't know I tasted so good!”

“Rarity, are you going to be all right?”

“I'm fine... I'm fine, darling, I'm just not thinking straight.”

“Well, after that, who would be?”

Twilight sniffed the air. “All right, they already went back. Let me make us some tea...”

One hour ago, three little fillies bounced into their clubhouse. There was a lot they didn't know.

They didn't know what they were good at. Despite their best efforts, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo were still blank-flanks, with no sign of their special talents.

They didn't know what to do with themselves after school. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom glared at Sweetie Belle, who had gotten a stack of Hearts and Hooves Day cards twice the size of her friends'.

A year's time had changed a lot of things. The Crusaders were a small step closer to adulthood, and just as they had been unfairly prevented from getting their cutie marks, growth hadn't been fair to the trio, either. Sweetie Belle was something of an early bloomer, and was half a head taller than her best friends.

They didn't know that they still had a sealed flask of the Love Poison tucked away in the cupboard.

A year's time had changed that, too.

They squabbled, they made up. They left to go play in the orchard, and take their minds off their childish problems.

Applejack had heard the girls squabbling, and ducked behind a tree as she saw them leave their clubhouse.

The trip back in time had left her a little disoriented. Still, she remembered the familiar flask, now filled with a yellow-green substance that could only imprecisely be called a liquid. She carefully removed it from the clubhouse's crude cupboard, and stepped back outside to the orchard.

“What the hay do y'all think y'all're doin'?”

Applejack looked up, and saw herself, looked down, and saw the flask filled with volatile fermented potion in her mouth. “No,” she thought, “this here don't look right at all.”

Applejack ran for it, with Applejack in hot pursuit.

Applejack, carrying the flask, had an inkling just how much trouble she was in. Applejack trailed her by a length, and the slightest hesitation would result in disaster.

“You git back here, you Changelin' hussy! Ah ain't lettin' you steal from mah sister!”

“Ain't that just like me,” Applejack thought ruefully, “jumpin' to conclusions.”

A single puffy cloud hovered overhead. Rainbow Dash poked her sleepy head over the edge, and saw Applejack chasing Applejack to the outskirts of town.

She shook her head, and dove from the cloud. No way was she gonna let some lame Changeling catch her best friend...

A few moments later, two battered and bruised ponies stormed into Twilight's library.

“Twi, we've got a situation here!”

“Well, he ha'nt, but ya'll went and kept me from catchin' that Changeling!”

Twilight Sparkle looked up from her cup of tea and blinked blearily. “Changelings? Here, in Ponyville?”

“She looked exactly like Applejack!”

“An' then this fool filly went and clomped the wrong one!”

“How was I to know? I couldn't tell the difference!”

It was a little too early to try to be the voice of reason, but Twilight had to try. She loved her friends too much not to.

“Listen carefully... if you really spotted a Changeling, then all of Ponyville may be in danger! Do you remember what it was doing?”

“It had a bottle of some kinda liquid the color of fresh hay in its mouth when Ah ran it off. It got it from the clubhouse in the orchard...”

“The Crusaders' clubhouse?”

“That's the one.”

Twilight thought for a moment. “Perhaps it's a potion. I know Apple Bloom has an aptitude in alchemy, and Zecora tells me she's an superb student. The girls may be planning a repeat of last year's trouble with Big Mac and Cheerilee...” Her magic fetched a thick volume from her shelves, and she flipped through the pages. “But Love Poison is pink! What could those silly fillies be up to?”

Applejack thanked her lucky stars that Rainbow Dash had distracted her past self. Maybe they could change the past... even if the past had been an awful lot of fun. She carefully set the flask down, and stopped to catch her breath.

A pink blur shot out of a bush, grabbed the bottle, and streaked off to the center of town.

“Consarn it!”

Twilight Sparkle was wide awake now, paging though her third encyclopedic reference on potions. The more she heard, the more she worried. She looked up from her book, irritated, as a pink party pony bounced into her study.

“Mmph mph mmmhm mphm!” Pinkie Pie sounded triumphant, and dropped the flask on the floor.

The liquid bubbled menacingly, but the bottle didn't break.

Twilight teleported to the bottle and shooed her friends back. “Oh! Oh my! Girls, stand back!”

She teleported back to her reading stand. “Love Poison left to lay ferments into the legendary lascivious Lust Liquor!”

“Lust Liquor?” echoed Applejack.

“Lust Liquor! Unlike Love Poison, it's not deadly – but even a whiff of it will liberate latent desires! What you have there is an orgy in a bottle! It's what happens when Love Poison is left to ferment!”

“Ooh,” whispered a quiet voice in the background. “That sounds dangerous.”

“If the Changelings get their hands on it, we're doomed! We need to find a safe place to store it.”

Fluttershy stepped forward. No one had noticed her enter the library.

“I... I can keep it in my cottage.”

Applejack looked puzzled. “Sugarcube, are you sure? This could get dangerous if the Changelings are after it.”

“I'm sure.” Fluttershy hoped her voice sounded just nervous enough.

“Do it, Fluttershy! But be careful, and make sure nopony sees you!”

“I will.”

Fluttershy took the flask and gently flapped back home. She felt bad about tricking her friends like that, but she knew what was about to happen. Changing the past was no laughing matter.

The girls watched Fluttershy fly back to her cottage, then huddled to consult on their plan.

“We'd best stick together. If we lose sight of each other, them Changelin's kin trick us!”

“Good thinking, A.J. If I'm not mistaken, Rarity has a spa appointment, so we better pick her up and tell her what's going on!”

Twilight Sparkle led Pinkie, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash to the spa, where a visibly relaxed Rarity sauntered out the front door...

...closely followed by a flushed Fluttershy.

“Consarn it.”

The six galloped full speed to Fluttershy's cottage. They knew full well they were charging into an ambush – but letting the Lust Liquor fall into Changeling hooves was a risk nopony was willing to take.

Fluttershy landed on her front porch, crouched, as if to buck her door down, and daintily picked up the spare key to the front door from under her doormat.

“On my mark,” growled Twilight.

The six stormed Fluttershy's cottage. To absolutely nopony's surprise, six exact copies of them stood next to the bottle of bubbling Lust Liquor.

“We know what you're thinking, dears,” purred the replica Rarity. “But we aren't those horrid bug creatures.”

“Prove it!” snarled Twilight.

“You'll know yourselves soon enough,” provoked Twilight's twin.

Pinkie Pie and Pinkie Pie darted to the table, and there was a brief tense stand-off between the two ponies.

“You're about to knock the bottle off the table, aren'tcha?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Pinkie vigorously. “How d'you know?”

“Because I remember you doing it, silly! Hey, everypony up for an orgy?”

There was a moment of shock, followed by nodding.

“Three – two – one – here we go!”

A pair of pink hooves swept the bottle off the table.

It shattered, and all twelve coughed as the volatile Lust Liquor vaporized.

Rainbow Dash was the first to fall beneath the caresses of her twin. A Fluttershy realized a life-long dream, and probed the raised rump of the upper Dash with her muzzle, licking her puffy blue slit.

A Twilight thought about all the times she had admired Dash's wings, and her secret dreams of preening them. She tried to remember the procedure as a Pinkie Pike parted her purple pussy, eager to help that pretty little bookworm relax a little.

Another Fluttershy locked eyes with a Rarity, and they entwined their rear hooves and rubbed their perky pink pony parts together. Another Rarity smacked Applejack's firm ass as they watched a Twilight vigorously nuzzling another Applejack's clit.

A twisting pile of twelve perverse ponies did all the secret things they had always wanted to do to each other. The interlocking bodies licked and caressed and moaned.

Muzzles nuzzled wings, horns flared. Twilight Sparkle rolled around with Twilight Sparkle, both hungrily eating each other out, lustfully licking each other in the perfect rhythm. A pair of Fluttershies pinned a Dash down with a flurry of kisses as a Rarity expertly tongued her to orgasm.

An Applejack watched until she could stand no more, and grabbed a very wet and willing Dash by the tail. Soon they were joined by a bouncing pink ball of libido and sweaty curls. The two rivals winked at each other, began mercilessly mauling the party pony's pinkest parts.

Twelve ponies made a polymorphously perverse pile of pure pony pleasure.

A Twilight whispered into another Twilight's ear. “We're running out of time. You need to get to the library.”

Twilight sighed. “Time travel?”

“Told you we weren't Changelings,” purred a flushed, sticky Rarity.

Twilight pouted. She had been enjoying the three-way with herself and Rarity.

“Well,” she said, “you can't change the past...”