The four mares walked two by two across the narrow hallway, both walls and floor lined with granite.

Roseluck and Raindrops walked ahead while the other two mares played rear guard. Or perhaps as Roseluck suspected, they were simply blocking her retreat or perhaps even calling dibs on parts of her anatomy when they took her to the mat. Sensing the eager gaze of the two thirsty mares behind her, Rose’s tail darted down to cover her vulnerable filly bits, though they’d surely smelled her forbidden desires by now or felt the interminable pounding of the blood running hot through her loins. She needed relief or at the very least the hallway to end so she could dive into a barrel of water to get the sweat off.

“Feast your eyes m’lady upon the finest set of gym equipment in all of Ponyville!” Raindrops announced before opening the anonymous wood door at the end of the hallway with a flourish. The rear guard joined the other two mares up front, forming a scrum at the door.

Roseluck gasped at the strangely alluring smell of stale perspiration, and the distant but unmistakable smell of chlorine wafted past her nose — all thoughts of the exercise equipment and floor mats inside disappearing instantly. “You have a swimming pool in here? Ohhh yeeeah!” She could already feel the cool water bringing instant relief and comfort to every square inch of her glorious naked body. “We’re gonna have us a great party! How did you wing it to get this room all to yourselves? This is incredible! This is…”

A gentle tap from Raindrops’ hoof brought silence to the hallway. The pegasus shook her head slightly; once left and once right. “Come now, Roseluck. Now is not the time for swimming. That comes later.”

“Aww!” Roseluck pouted, having un-scrunched her face from Neighfertiti’s hoof.

“What the featherbrain means is first we exercise, then we play,” Apple Cobbler contributed helpfully, sticking her tongue out at the vibrantly-colored pegasus and receiving a smack to the head from bronze-feathered wings in response. “Oh, you’re so going to get it now, sister!”

“Stick and stones, shoemaker,” Raindrops shot back with a smirk as she strutted into the room like the true Cock of the Walk. “Alright ladies, you know the routine! First, we hydrate!” The three thirsty mares gave a girly cheer, as Raindrops flew off around a corner in the room. She returned mere moments later, sooner than any of the three could walk around the corner themselves with a barrel filled to the brim with water she’d pushed away from the wall.

Huh. Well that’s a convenient barrel of water, isn’t it? Must be from the last group of mares to come through here. Not really big enough for me to fit in it though. I just hope it’s fresh; I’m thirsty enough to empty a lake! Roseluck mused.

“Rose, you look about ready to wilt, so you can go first,” Minuette chimed in with sarcastic sweetness.

Roseluck tsked audibly, waggling her hoof at the unicorn. “I really hope you didn’t wait for the opportunity to use that joke. I couldn’t live with the depression. Aiiiiiieeeeeee!” A towel held in a blue field of levitation snapped across her rump, the surprise strike nearly sending the earth mare crashing through the ceiling.

The three macho mares shared a laugh, their pegasus leader mostly loudly of them all, who clapped her hoof repeatedly atop Roseluck’s strong back. “I’ll give you credit, Rose; you can banter and we respect that. But to truly be one of us you must now drink from the Barrel of Communion. You must sanctify yourself in this most holy place of sisterhood. Only then can we lift and verily we shall make gains!”

“Gaaaains!” The other two alpha mares chanted, reminding Roseluck forcefully of a zombie pony’s favorite snack.

“Alriiight! Alright! Keep your shoes on.” Roseluck looked down into the barrel and saw what looked to be clean water all the way to the bottom. Well, Roseluck had drunk another pony’s backwash before and admittedly done more questionable things in the bedroom. At least these mares were mindful of their hygiene as the vast majority of fillyfoolers tended to be. At least she heard that from someone at school once and figured it made sense enough. She couldn’t say the same thing about all stallions, some of whom were willing to take advantage of the disparity in numbers between mares and stallions by simply not making any sort of effort.

“Don’t forget to dunk your head all the way in when you’re done!” Apple Cobbler advised, gesturing the act with her forehooves.

Roseluck cringed at her fellow earth pony. “Ew! You’ll be drinking after me you know…”

The three mares chanted, “Do it!” by way of reply.

Roseluck dove in, all but inhaling in welcome mouthfuls of the sweetest water the flower pony had ever tasted. By the Sisters, I needed that! Roseluck thought to herself when she finally came up for air after taking in nearly a half gallon in one sitting. Plunging her head in one last time, she felt the all-too-welcome shock of cold against her sweaty scalp, gulping down one last mouthful. She threw her head back as she came back up, slinging the water off the tip of her spiky mane, creating a watery rorschach on the stone wall behind her.

“Yeah, filly! That’s how we do it here!” Raindrops threw the flower mare a drill-worthy salute, while the other two clopped their hooves.

Before anypony else stepped up, Minuette cast a spell on the barrel. “Disinfectant spell,” Minuette said by way of explanation. “You didn’t think we were going to drink your sweat, did you? We’re not animals, ya know!”

This time Roseluck joined in the laughter with the other three mares. “You gals are alright, ya know that?”

“You have no idea…” Raindrops replied, a hint of huskiness creeping into her voice.

First Apple Cobbler then Minuette and finally Raindrops took turns drinking, each shaking the water off their manes in turn. First on tap were pushups, which Roseluck had to admit kicked her flank clear over to Las Pegasus. Hauling flowers around gave her a measure of power to all four of her legs, but with the load on the back, most of the power went to the rear. Just fine for keeping the side facing the stallion in shape, but leaving her with weaker forelimbs. “I lost to the unicorn!” Roseluck lamented as she came in dead last, burying her face into the foam exercise mat in shame before being cleared off by the good-natured ribbing from her comrades. To her eternal shame, she only managed twenty-five push-ups.

In contrast, Apple Cobbler was an absolute beast of a mare racking up sixty push-ups — well above what the average mare could do.

Raindrops came in at a close second with forty-six pushups, though technically she got the most as she followed those forty-six with twenty wing-ups. “Gotta keep these babies ripped for re-directing Everfree storms!” Raindrops explained when Roseluck asked about it.

Roseluck took some heart in the fact that while Minuette beat her, she only managed thirty-five.

“You’re not wrong thinking earth ponies should be able to beat a unicorn,” Minuette said between grunts as she pounded iron on the weight bench, the two earth ponies spotting for her. “An earth pony should be able to beat a unicorn in any physical activity that requires longevity due to E.P. endurance and healing factor. You gals get a double-dip biological advantage in that you both train in longer sessions and require less time between them. Thing is, you got to put in the exercise or you’re just going to be a doughy girl wuss like we said. And now you see that for yourself.”

Roseluck sighed, her eyes fixed upon Minuette’s outstretched hind legs before lingering in the vicinity of her — Gah! Stop that, Rose! “I guess I wasn’t as tough as I thought, huh?” Finishing her last hard-earned rep, the unicorn placed the bar back on its stand while Apple Fritter mopped her mane and muzzle off with a towel.

Apple Fritter hung the towel on the chair next to the free weights machine. “Ah don’t worry about it, newbie; You’ll catch up to us. Like Minuette mentioned, since us earth ponies heal up quicker, you can push yourself harder and make gains faster. Then you’ll be at our level, struggling to surpass the previous high mark you’ve set for yourself.”

“Wow, really?” Roseluck’s ears perked back up. The prospect of being as good or better at something than somepony else immediately raised her spirits. “It’ll be hard, I imagine. But you know what? All this lifting and sweating and stretching and… aching. It kinda makes me feel good on the inside, ya know? The inside of me that isn’t in my calves… or my forelegs. Oof!”

“You’ll notice you tend to feel better about yourself in addition to feeling stronger physically when you exercise regularly.” Minuette grabbed a water bottle off the mat and brought it to her lips. “Not that a mare like you needs any more confidence or anything,” she added with a smirk.

Roseluck paid no heed to the banter. She already felt stronger and somehow more alive — the same way she felt in the bedroom with the company of a good stallion. “I promise you gals I’ll be back for more. I want to get strong and make gains too!”

“We trust you, Roseluck.” Raindrops spoke softly into her ear, nuzzling her neck and giving her ear a gentle nip. Roseluck gave a needy gasp and her inhibitions finally collapsed under the weight of the alpha mare’s advances. “Remember... gains aren’t just seeing your numbers go up every day, they’re every good decision you make along the way that leads to a healthier you. And coming here tonight, I think I speak for all us when I say you made the best decision of your life…”

Large, teal eyes slowly closed the gap between Roseluck and the beautiful form of Neighfertiti herself; Roseluck unable to muster any resistance as the pegasus mare — the mare! — finally plunged into her eager mouth. Feeling each other’s hooves out, they reared up together locked at the lips; their tongues dueling as sloppily as a teenage mare’s first serious make-out — the pair drawing each other in closer until they’d wrapped both hooves around each other’s necks as the other two mares watched hungrily.

Rose heard one of them give a shrill whistle as the other cheered the couple on, but hardly cared. She had what she truly wanted; what another mare had told her she wanted, and that was enough. Raindrops held her wings aloft in triumph, completely stiff as she pounded the last nail into the coffin of Roseluck’s denial. Would the scene have carried on any longer it surely would have gone to the mat, but their two grinning compatriots got their attention by nuzzling them on the flank.

“Hey gals, you know the rules: business before pleasure. We do our exercise here. We do our fun later.” Minuette announced in mock-sternness with a waggling hoof, her tail flagging as hard as the other’s at the pair’s wild display of lust.

In her heightened state of arousal, Roseluck made no attempt at hiding the hunger from her eyes as she gazed upon the unicorn’s long, slender horn. The earth pony’s nethers were a furnace of sin, as she eyed the three sweaty, beautiful mares who’d lured her into their trap. “You’ve made your point, gals. It’s true…” Roseluck sat down hard on her haunches, the room spinning from the blood in her head rushing south for more erotic pastures. “I remember every stallion I’ve ever had and I’ve never kissed any of them like I just kissed Rain. And now… I want… more. Luna help me, I just want more!” Rose felt a wave of shame hit her like the dropped contents of a pegasi moving van, which only fed the growing thrill of forbidden desire building deep within her.

Minuette nickered softly, licking her lips in anticipation. “Oh don’t worry, Rose; we’ll have our turn as well. And please don’t think me boasting when I say you’re going to enjoy me the most.” Minuette allowed her horn to glow for a brief moment before making her way to the pull-up bar, her powerful hips swaying in enticement the entire way. “But now that we’ve truly made you one of us, we’re going to give you the proper motivation for exercising with our squad. A little reward system we have for fillies who aren’t afraid to fool around.”

Raindrop’s smile turned coy. “I agree, Minuette. Perhaps a break is in order.” For a moment all that could be heard was the sound of Roseluck’s flagging tail scraping across the thick, padded exercise mat as the three mares stealthily surrounded the cream-colored earth pony. “Keep your eyes closed, filly. You’re going to feel a whole lot better about this in a few minutes,” the pegasus whispered into her ear which twitched from the sudden sound.

Roseluck gave a sharp whinny but did not open her eyes. “I need this. Please, help me…” No sooner had she asked when thick pony tongues began stroking the sides of her neck, working their way northward as Roseluck’s tension began to ease and the thrill of impending sex took hold. A third tongue nibbled and licked her sensitive and highly erogenous ear tips; no doubt the learned fooler Apple Cobbler, who shared her fellow earth ponies’ sweet spots.

“Keep em good and closed, Rose. That’s a good filly…” Raindrops reassured her new lover, turning her attention from Roseluck’s neck and winking at her unicorn mate. “You smell so beautiful…” Raindrops’ voice cracked with a sense of longing as she spoke. “... It’s like I’m inside your shop.”

The source of Roseluck’s floral scent winked loudly, spilling fresh droplets of nectar onto the padded floor between her legs which trembled with anticipation. She giggled bashfully at the pegasus’ words. “So much for the secret on how I keep my flowers so fresh, eh?”

Further words were silenced as, unable to hold back, the unicorn and pegasus duo pressed through Roseluck’s thick equine lips from both sides of her muzzle with their long filly tongues, using them to sensually assault that of the flower filly’s as Apple Cobbler took one of her unusually long ears into her mouth, caressing its entire length with her muzzle. Unable to stop herself from opening her eyes, she looked out and saw a very familiar and very stiff wing off to her right. Roseluck didn’t have to ask whose the other tongue was as it bore the distinct taste of peppermint. She wanted to lay down and let the three fillies take her to glorious climax right then and there, but they braced themselves against her with front hooves and continued their frenzied attack, tongues sloppily stroking her mouth while her tongue continued to lose the three-way tug-of-war.

The lack of control and presence of three young, beautiful mares worshipping Roseluck’s beauty might have been enough for the flower pony to eventually climax. Her inner walls had opened wide, expecting an earth pony executioner to perform her coup de grâce with a long, slick filly tongue. She tried to lift off of her haunches, where a sticky puddle had formed, but they weren’t finished.

“That’s enough. No more practice. She’s mine!” Raindrop’s roared in a husky snarl, the pair going to the mat with the pegasus on top. Her bronze wings were completely immobilized from the sudden passion, tongues clashing as their stiffened teats brushed up against each other, each tracing a path through their soft belly fur. Raindrops alternated between licking at Roseluck’s cream-colored muzzle and long sloping neck and nipping the rims of her ears.

In the heat of passion, Roseluck could not help but admonish Lily within her mind once more for putting her tongue inside her ear under the control of Discord’s magic. Yes, I secretly enjoyed it, but for Celestia’s sake, Lily, have some standards! Roseluck was sure the sound of her teeth gritting as she realized she was thinking about Lily during her own conquest would be audible from the moon, but thankfully, her conqueror hadn’t noticed. Nor, it turned out, had her partners in crime, who were on the mat nearby making out. Minuette clearly had the upper hoof in that duel; not that Apple Cobbler put up much of a fight. Then Roseluck saw a maneuver she’d never encountered: Minuette climbed atop all four of Cobbler’s limbs, hooves locked together tightly. The earth pony extended her legs as high as they could go, getting a good look at her friend’s impressive undercarriage. Minuette grinned mischievously as her horn began to glow blue.

Roseluck gasped as Raindrops delivered an aggressive nibble to the tip of her left ear, drawing her attention away from the others and onto the sculpted rainbringer’s lithe and sensuous figure hovering above her. That mare sure loves my ears! some part of her idly noted beside her. Apple Cobbler whinnied sharply before moaning her approval. She sounded like she really enjoyed that! Whatever it was... Between the four of them enjoying each other’s company, her climax was edging dangerously close. “Raindrops, please… I’m going to come if you don’t stop. I want to feel you inside me!”

Raindrops gave the earth mare's ruddy ear a nuzzle, giving the tip another light nip. “Only if you call me by my proper name and station, my faithful servant!” the pegasus cooed softly. “Though seeing you gush right here and now would be more than worth the effort. Perhaps I could do you the favor of making you climax right here and now and hear you echo off the walls. You see, there’s something I know that you don’t know I know. And that’s that mares like you like it dirty, you know what I mean, filly?” When Roseluck didn’t respond, Raindrops made her meaning very clear with a slow, wet lick inside her ear.

Roseluck squealed, only preventing herself from coming on the spot by sheer force of will. Her entrance quivered and winked as her inner walls churned, but she stepped herself back from the brink of climax with great effort. How did she know? Remembering her nickname for the bronze beauty holding her captive, she managed a couple deep breaths before willing herself to speak. “Neighfertiti, m-my goddess, please release your servant!”

Raindrops smiled triumphantly. Her wings had been flexing uncomfortably from prolonged stiffness during their rendezvous; Roseluck’s quick surrender meant seeing her own needs tended to sooner rather than later. “Thy wish is granted, servant. A stay on thy execution thou wilt have, but only temporary!”

As Raindrops repositioned herself, Roseluck spared a glance over at the couple across from her; Apple Cobbler was doing reverse pushups, pressing the unicorn over her like a barbell as a thick, electric blue construct of magical force pierced the earth mare’s entrance with each erotic repetition as sweat and love juices poured from her shivering body. Being accustomed to sex with mares clearly hadn’t limited the apple mare to how much she could tuck. The thick, radiant construct slammed itself repeatedly into the flooded love tunnel, which leaked appetizing cinnamon-apple scented cream from out of the corners not sealed up by the aura. Braving the shock of intense pleasure, the earth pony stoically soldiered on.

The sight was such a turn-on to the flower pony that part of her wanted to scream. Minuette’s nimble horn was so dexterous in its use from years as a dentist, she could effectively replace a stallion, even surpass him if the way Apple Cobbler was whinnying gave any indication. And she’d been thinking about all of them using their tongues. Roseluck felt it impolite to her pegasus lover, but couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to have another pony’s magic inside of her. Would it be like a temporary enchantment from a potion that could let an earth pony walk on clouds? Was some part of her forever embedded in those she rutted? Will part of her be with Apple Cobbler forever? What about me? I’m next! Roseluck felt something furry and wonderful nuzzling between her teats, interrupting her thoughts.

“So full. So firm...” Raindrops muttered dreamily before licking between her cleavage that sent an electric surge through Roseluck’s entire body, which nearly left the floor as her legs went stiff as a statue’s. “You are more than a worthy sacrifice.” Forehooves caressing the flower vendor’s firm flanks, she popped one of her nipples into her muzzle, suckling the teat with a small grin as she looked up at Roseluck, letting her sky-blue eyes having the desired effect.

“Egh…” Roseluck winced, her effort to hold back the filly flood taxing her past the breaking point. “Neigh-fer… Goddess…” A singing, screaming, neighing cry emanated from the overtaxed mare as she opened the floodgates, launching a bolt of marecum and coating Raindrop’s half-opened muzzle in nectar-scented cream.

Raindrop’s broke character, gawking at the mare. “Goodness, Rose! You fire off like a stallion. Was I really that good or are you just that randy?”

“I… I told you I was going to climax, but you didn’t l-listen!” Roseluck’s grunted after flopping her head onto the mat, taking in deep breaths with her eyes closed and listening to the sound of her heart thumping inside her head.

Raindrops cleared what she could from her muzzle with her tongue. “Sorry about that.” She laid down next to Rose, her wings brushing up against the earth mare, causing her to open her eyes. “I do hate it when I muff up the sex.”

Across the mat, Apple Cobbler unleashed her sweet, creamy load into Minuette’s waiting maw. The two embraced, sharing the gift in each other’s mouths before the unicorn rolled over onto her back, hind limbs spread wide as Apple Cobbler went to work on her dark-blue marehood — a shade darker than the rest of her skin, Rose noted — to pay her back for the favor.

“That was an unforgivable pun, Neighfertiti!” Roseluck stood up on four shaky legs, her face reflecting her earlier confidence. Raindrops gave a surprised whinny, her ears splayed back and eyes wide as their muzzles closed to within an inch. “And now it’s your turn to be sacrificed! Can you even handle the righteous judgment I’m fixin’ to unleash upon you?” The red-head smiled coyly as she slowly licked her lips, giving the pegasus a hint of what was to come.

Raindrops snorted and gave a sharp whinny. “That all depends, I suppose. Have at thee! OH!”

Rose darted under one of Raindrop’s stiffened wings and directed her tongue on the soft flesh around the oily gland near the base of her wing she knew well was what pegasi used to preen their feathers. The reaction was almost instantaneous as Raindrops began to moan deeply as the feathery appendages jerked stiffly at her side. Sage enough to realize her complete lack of technique with cunnilingus was going to leave Neighfertiti underwhelmed, she’d settled on a trick that had worked on stallion pegasi for years. The long, vibrant barbs of her primary fathers evidenced careful preening and maintenance. She’d taken good care of herself to keep herself airworthy, but Roseluck saw room for improvement.

“Mphf!” Raindrops stifled a scream as the now vulnerable mare felt the earth pony go to work on oiling up her primaries, messaging the flight muscles as she worked. “Somehow, I didn’t see that coming. Rose. Can I keep you? Please don’t ever leave. Oh~!” It wasn’t long before the heat and pressure inside her core became too much. Below her, Rose could smell the sweet and spicy smell of Raindrop’s lust dripping freely onto the mat. “Rose, get ready filly. I’m going to…”

Rose withdrew, leaving her wings freshly preened, minus a few secondaries. Ah well she didn’t need those yucky things anyway! Roseluck thought to herself as she discreetly spat the downy feathers out of her mouth. It was hardship duty to be sure, but never unappreciated by her partners. Knowing what had to be done next, she dipped her muzzle beneath Raindrop's flagging tail and licked the tangy cream from her soft petals, which clenched down on her tongue. Here goes nothing, Rose! The earth mare hesitated at the thought of what she was about to do, but not wanting to let her mate down, she jammed her tongue into the entrance as far as it would go. Her walls closed in around her tongue and gushed, hot and fierce into her maw. At least it started there and quickly ended up all over her muzzle and trickling down her front, even all over the pegasus’ rump as Roseluck went into a coughing fit.

A laughing Minuette levitated over a wooden flagon of barrel water to help clear Roseluck’s throat as the other two cheered and stomped their hooves. Raindrops gave the earth pony’s shoulder a good-natured punch. ‘Not as easy as it looks, huh?”

“Not everypony else tastes like szechuan sauce!” Roseluck suppressed another cough. “Not that that’s a bad thing… I just got the smell up my nose and couldn’t swallow right.”

“Pretty, you just need to remember to clamp back on your throat and hold your breath. You never breathe when you’re eating a mare out. We don’t work the same way as those stallions.” Apple Cobbler explained, allowing a hint of distaste at the idea of male company to escape from her lips. “But don’t worry about the mess. They’ll take care of that.”

Roseluck watched as Minuette licked the filly cream from Raindrop’s muzzle and rump before the pair of them began making out on the mat, right on the spot Roseluck had had her fooling mishap. Wings pinned to the mat, Raindrop’s eyes closed, moaning softly into the unicorn’s maw as Minuette began to work her magic in and out of Raindrop’s quivering slit. The earth pony was transfixed at the sight of the two making love to each other so passionately having just switched partners. It was an all-consuming hunger for sex and companionship she had never thought imaginable in another living creature, outside herself of course. She was Roseluck, the Slayer of Stallions and Ponyville’s most eligible bachelorette...

And yet, here she was, thoroughly outclassed by the debauchery and nihilism on display. Somehow it all felt… unreal, dreamlike, like when she’d watched the dogpile of sex-crazed mares attack Sea Swirl back in the bar — an event which now seemed ages ago. But this…? She must have been gawking because Roseluck felt a whack to the rump from her fellow earth pony who giggled into her hoof.

“More doing and less watching, Rosie,” Apple Cobbler teased playfully. “What say we earth ponies show ‘em how it’s done!” The tan mare pushed a lock of her two-toned blonde and butterscotch colored mane behind her ear and dropped down into a pushup position. “We’re going to do this a bit different than me and Minuette did it. Make it a bit of a competition since I finally have an earth pony to challenge!”

Roseluck’s face was a blank. “How are we going to do… you-know-what with pushups?” You-know-what? Roseluck chastised herself internally at the Lily-esque euphemism.

“You get on my back while I do push-ups. During that time you must stay riding, but you can nip, and lick, and suckle to your heart’s content at my ears, and whatever else your dirty mind can think of without falling off. We repeat the exercise with you doing the pushups, assuming neither of us didn’t fall off which automatically forfeits the round. Once you’re done, the round is over and whoever gets the most reps gets ten seconds to do whatever they want to the other mare to force her to climax. Wait here…” Cobbler dashed off and came back with an old-fashioned plastic wind-up timer. “Once she — that is to say I — get my hooves all on you, then you get ten seconds. The round repeats until one us climaxes. Simple, right?”

“Well, I give you credit for the thought put into making the rules fair,” Roseluck replied, sincerely. She knew she was going to get blown out completely in the first round, but liked the bonding aspect of the game. It felt like a very charming and thoughtful way to get laid. “You’re on!”

Apple Cobbler gave a toothy smile. “Awesome! How about you go first and I don’t try to interfere? I do want to be as fair as possible here.”

Roseluck shook her head, making a waving gesture with her hoof. “Nah, don’t break the rules you set on my behalf. It’s supposed to be fair, right?”

The sweet-smelling, dessert-themed mare gave a pout. “Alright, alright.” She gestured for Roseluck to kneel, which she did while Apple Cobbler clambered onto her back, hooves wrapped around her neck to keep her mounted. “I’ll start up with you after you complete the first push-up.”

Roseluck knew she wasn’t going to get very far but was eager to do her best. She lowered herself down, feeling every ounce, every gram, every pound of Cobbler’s tough muscled fiber weighing her down. One pushup down. Not too bad. Apple Cobbler’s hooves touched the mat on the descent, meaning Rose only had to deal with her weight on the upward trajectory. A piece of cake. Except it wasn’t so easy once Cobbler had zeroed in on her two very large and very easy targets, messaging the length of her ears, one at a time, with teeth and tongue. By the seventh push-up, Roseluck was trickling her hot, floral seed onto the mat.

“You’re a real trooper, Roseluck. Even mares that are fit have a hard time focusing the will to press on under these conditions. Strength of body is a wonderful thing. What this requires is strength of will. And you certainly don’t lack that, you sexy mare!” Apple Cobbler whispered into her ear before suckling the tip.

Flattery, my greatest weakness! Roseluck grit her teeth as her legs began to wobble after the eighth repetition. Figuring it would disqualify the entire match if she climaxed during the pushup phase, she called it a wrap. “Alright… I-I can’t do anymore.” Apple Cobbler climbed off, before wrapping her hooves around Roseluck and kissing her deeply, which she eagerly returned. Eyes burning with renewed lust, she gazed hard at her competition. “We don’t get disqualified for that, do we?”

Apple Cobbler giggled into her hoof again. “Nope! That kiss was shared so it’s game-neutral.”

Roseluck suppressed the urge to take her to the mat and feast on her glorious mare essence right then in there for being so completely adorable but abstained. “Then I guess it’s your turn, cutie.” Roseluck gave her a playful swat on the rump with her tail in return for the one she’d received. “Make us both proud!”

Roseluck clamored aboard, feeling a bit odd as if she were an overgrown filly getting a ride from Mom. She had to admit to herself though she found her sturdy back and familiar anatomy reassuring. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Apple Cobbler called back, snorting loudly and she pawed at the mat. “Remember, don’t fall off!” She grinned slyly as she sucked in a deep breath.

One pushup in, Roseluck made a motion towards one of the bottom mare’s perky ears, only to find it droop flat against the side of her head as she turned on the speed. Struggling to keep balance when Apple Cobbler was extended off the ground and at the wrong height to nip when she was pressed against the floor, she rode out the first seven pushups without any luck. “Oh come on! You’re just showing off, you know. Slow down!”

“You seem eager to please!” Apple Cobbler teased as she finished her eight push-up, winning the round. “Since I’ve done my eight, I suppose I could let you enjoy the ride some. Though I think you’ll enjoy yourself a lot more once I get my ten seconds!” Roseluck felt her body tremble slightly as the push-up champion nickered softly.

Roseluck didn’t respond immediately but felt the pressure in her loins began to build once more. Her hind legs started to tremble with need at the reminder she was attached to such a beautiful and powerful mare in such an intimate fashion. The combination of her sweet-smelling earth pony perspiration with the smell of her arousal tempted the rose-stamped mare to dismount for greener pastures on her back at the mercy of her partner, but there were always the rules. So as Apple Cobbler resumed her pushups, maintaining a slow and steady speed, Rose went to work, nipping and licking aggressively at her ears until the tips turned red.

After ten more pushups, Apple Cobbler was nearly as hot as her new lover and nearly as wet between her legs. Every second push-up she’d stop to allow her love-addicted partner to readjust herself “Rosie? You’re doing a wonderful job up there, but could you make my night and work on my neck some? It’s very sensitive, especially the sides — you know where I mean.”

“Do I ever…” Roseluck replied, her voice husky. Some part of her not already consumed by the lust in the room still wanted to win the game. So she leaned in, nipping and licking at her partner’s soft and sensitive neck flesh, as the Apple mare’s pace began to slow. Nearing exhaustion, she was beginning to whimper and moan softly at the pain and pleasure of the act, her own inner walls churning and clutching for friendly attention.

Apple Cobbler finally ceased her efforts, having finished her thirty-first repetition. “Mmm~! Rose, I’m going to let you win at the rate we’re going. I’m stopping.” The beige-coated beauty slid off her back, and then slid her tongue back into her lover’s mouth, which her fellow earth pony mare heartily accepted. The kiss carried both of them down to the mat and into each other’s embrace as somewhere nearby Raindrops climaxed with a neighing cry under Minuette’s aura, which buried itself to her core.

I love them all. Every... single... one of them! Roseluck thought to herself in her fevered state. The kiss finally broke as Raindrops came again, releasing her flood in a parabolic arch across the gym as she lay in her preferred position, wings splayed against the mat, hind legs spread and screaming in utter bliss. “Neutral to the game, right?”

“You bet it was, pard’ner!” Apple Cobbler replied with a wink, allowing a bit of the Apple Family accent to return. Now I’ve got ten seconds to do whatever I want with you and I’ve got a sneakin’ suspicion the thing you’re most curious about is what it must feel like to have a hot filly tongue between your thighs!” She displayed her long fooler tongue for Roseluck’s inspection. “Am I right?”

“Yes!” Roseluck all but shouted as she turned to present herself, her tail held high over her head exposing her slickened, winking entrance. Apple Cobbler wasted no time, piercing her veil and plunging deep inside the churning pink tunnel, wet slurping sounds and the sounds of Roseluck’s appeals to the Princess of Love filled the room as she stimulated her friend’s inner walls and hardened pearl, being rewarded with more of her lover’s floral seed.

It was so much different than being with a stallion, Rose realized as Apple Cobbler continued to attend her. To be filled with another’s love was a great and wonderful thing. To have another pony drink your very essences in the act was something primal. Savage. Some stallions did it, but they were a precious few, and fewer still enjoyed it, let alone displayed true skill in the act. But all the mares she’d encountered seemed to live every day of their lives for the honor of this most sacred act of bonding. And Apple Cobbler was truly a learned student of the craft as in less than ten seconds, the redhead's knees buckled; her eyes were filled with a blinding flash of white, and she climaxed three times in rapid succession, eyes blinded by tears as her lover aggressively moved in to dam the flood. She stood no chance, winding up wearing the last orgasm on her fur coat and the better part of the second.

After the last erotic spasms had left her, Rose moaned weakly before falling over onto her side. “Whoa… Nelly….” was all she could immediately and somewhat dreamily say.

“Wow! Rose, you nearly drowned me. That was great!” Apple Cobbler gave a happy pronk that would have done Pinkie Pie proud, clopping her forehooves together. “You’re cutie mark should have been a howitzer. I’m pretty sure with practice you could beat down the walls of Arnau with those kegels!” She continued, somewhat facetiously, referencing the capital city of the Griffin Kingdom.

Roseluck gave a weak giggle, still lying where she was, staring off into space. “Yeah, I exercise them every day. Rain or shine. Gotta keep things in fine working order down there for my many admirers,” she replied dreamily. Managing to stand, if somewhat shakily she took a look around and saw that Minuette and Raindrops were still going at it. This time Minuette was on the receiving end, climaxing one final time under the pegasus’ handiwork. They hadn’t even noticed the flower pony's grand triple-climax. Roseluck couldn’t help but feel bummed that the entire world hadn’t stopped.

“You two done already?” Minuette waggled a hoof at the two earth ponies, having apparently noticed after all. “You must really want to get to me bad, Rose! Can’t say I blame you though.”

Apple Cobbler gave her rump a shake at Raindrops who nodded. “Alright, Cobbler, I’ll take care of ya. Rose looks like she was a bit too spent to pay you back.”

Apple Cobbler waved a hoof, dismissively. “I take it as a compliment, don’t worry! That was her first time and I’m just glad it was special for her.”

“Cobbler, that was absolutely cosmic… thank you.” Rose gave a very sloppy salute and walked drunkenly over to the water barrel and dunked her head back in. Emerging from the barrel, she turned to see Raindrops and Apple Cobbler were already carried away by their lusts, the pegasus burying her muzzle into ample earth pony cleavage, licking and nuzzling her teats with religious fervor as the grounded mare returned the gesture, back against the mat looking up. Again, the flower mare couldn’t help but marvel at the almost instantaneous erotic escalation on display by the two mares she’s just mated with. Is this what I look like to Lily? Rose grimaced, shoving the unwelcome thought away in defiance. Who am I to judge, anyway? Am I not the most desirable mare in this place? Lily can deal with it.

“Ahem,” Minuette coughed gently from the weight bench she’d been using earlier. Her eyes were hooded. There was a playful smirk on her face as she stood on her hind legs, leaning against one of the support posts. The weight bar was now missing. “You know, Rosie, it occurs to me that you’re about due for a checkup. Since we’re cool now, I’m inclined to offer you my professional opinion while I’ve got you here. What do you say?”

“Is there any sugarless lollipops in it for a good filly?” Roseluck purred as she walked up to the bench hips swaying, her eyes of green sparkling. If Raindrops approach to sex had been direct and Apple Cobbler’s endearing, Roseluck would describe Minuette’s game as the ‘slow burn’ — apropos as the light of her horn smoldered away with an icy fire. A chill went up the earth mare’s spine.

Unicorns were a very rare treat for Roseluck despite her sexual prowess with other earth ponies and pegasi. When the rare unicorn stallion could be found in Ponyville, he quickly paired off with another mare — all the better to preserve his limited time given the often important and technical nature of unicorn labor. Minuette, for example, was a dentist, operating sophisticated tools with her magic no other pony could hope to wield. Roseluck supposed this was why they tended more towards monogamy and eschewed the traditional herd structure. Pegasi could wield powerful magicks as well, but many hooves made easy work for them. As crucial as weather control sounded, Rose knew it was mostly a team effort; not that controlling the weather wasn’t still completely awesome and wings made fornicating far too easy. Earth ponies shared much in common with pegasi in that their labor was often redundant, but for many different reasons.

“I might have a few in my saddlebag for ya… if you’re good.” Minuette gestured to the padded, comfiness of the bench. “Just lean back and open wide!” Minuette smiled, rubbing her hooves together sans any sense of guile whatsoever.

So much for the slow burn! Roseluck opened her mouth and to her surprise, she was not immediately set upon by the unicorn’s aura. Minuette simply smiled, gave her a chaste kiss on the muzzle and waggled a hoof at her. “Oh no no, dear. I didn’t mean your mouth!”

“Wha? Ai yi yiii!” The lips of her marehood opened wide as warm, blue sparks cast from Minuette’s horn landed onto her belly fur, leaving tingles in their wake. Nothing in Roseluck’s experience could compare to the sensation. It was like a very cool flame licking at her nethers, exploring the contours of her wet and gaping entrance. The earth pony’s mind took her back to some of her less exotic encounters with unicorn magic. She’d felt the pull of an aura on her body before and it hadn’t felt anything like this. It was like gravity except sideways, if Roseluck were asked to describe it. The tendrils of the dentist's magic, however, felt like her very soul was plunging itself within the earth pony: warm, personal, intimate beyond description. Roseluck never saw her eyes move. Minuette just smiled, her eyes focused on the effect she was having. Roseluck felt her hind legs kick out as a particularly powerful surge of pleasure nearly launched her off the bench. Rose grabbed the supporting frame with her hooves and braced herself hard as she writhed and whimpered atop the padded surface.

Minuette gasped as she felt the feedback of Roseluck’s pleasure rebounding onto her horn, her breathing becoming more labored even as she tried to maintain her professional dentist’s demeanor. “You’ve certainly taken good care of yourself!” She pressed her aura further inside, feeling each contour of her inner walls as the earth pony squirmed atop the bench, her marehood grasping hard at the fluid-like force which wriggled past her every bite, warming and stimulating her as it crept deeper inside. Pockets of love nectar became raging streams, flowing between the soft bumps of her core by the blue, translucent aura — which trapped the juices inside — as the unicorn took it all in, hungrily. “You’ve known so much love. So much friendship. You belong here, Rose. We’re going to take good care of you…”

Rose didn’t respond, her worshipful expression told the unicorn all she needed to know. She felt the aura bury itself in her nethers and slowly expand to press every single one of her pleasure points. Her barrel heaved, her ears bent upward slightly as they bumped up against the headrest.

Minuette’s eyes lit up as she noticed the contact. “But before I release my aura and send you into the greatest orgasm of your entire life, I have one question for you… for science. Tell me, Rose, why are your ears so long and cute? I’ve never seen anything like them before.”

Of all the questions she could have asked! This is worse than anything I ever had to admit during spin the bottle! Roseluck groused internally as a spot of pink appeared on her cheeks. “That’s a family secret!” The earth pony neighed as more of her seed was allowed to fill her nethers, but not escape.

“Now, now, beautiful. You know we want to know all about your medical history before we sign off on any job. We wouldn’t want to be held liable for any sexual malpractice, now would we?”

“Minuette, you sexy toothpaste-looking fooler, I’m going to buck you into next week if you don’t let me cum!” Roseluck forced out through gritted teeth, her eyes watering from the sensation building deep inside her.

“Whoa there. Haven’t you heard the old doctor saying ‘first, do no harm’? Nothing leaves the gym, trust me. You have full patient-dentist confidentiality.” Minuette brought a hoof up to her chin as her horn continue to burn with crackling magic. “Unless your marehood comes up as evidence in a murder trial…”

“Okay fine!” Roseluck snorted, heatedly. The truth is my grandmother… is a burro!” Her voiced cracked as her family’s secret was revealed. It was considered taboo by many in Ponyville to marry non-ponies and to be the product of such a union would no doubt lower herself in the eyes of her fellow mares. Or so Roseluck was warned.

“Amazing! Ponies and Burros almost never bear offspring. You’re a rare and precious rose indeed. And a really fine ass at that!” Minuette teased, punching a hoof in the air victoriously and pressing her hooves against Roseluck’s round, firm hindquarters. “I accept your offering of love, fillyfriend.”

The instant Minuette snuffed her horn, Roseluck erupted with orgasmic fire into the maw of the hungry unicorn who contained the flow with all the determination of the mighty Rock Hoof saving the village of Neighsuvius, noisily gulping down load after hot load as Roseluck shouted one last time with blissful release.

“Nice one, Minny!” Apple Cobbler exclaimed, lips covered in sweet and spicy pegasus seed before an irritable nicker brought her attention back to her work. “Heh heh. Sorry, Raindrops!”

With great difficulty Rose extricated herself from the weight bench, legs wobbling as soon she set weight on them. “You really were the best one yet, Minuette. Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Rose Butt!” Minuette nuzzled her newest lover and fillyfriend, giving her flanks a tweak with her magic. “You look pretty tired, though. I should take you to our room in the back so you can rest up. We can hit the pool tomorrow.”

Rose hadn’t been thinking about it until then, but it was probably quite late by then. She felt drained and found herself unwilling to move very far. “Actually, can I just lay for a bit and cuddle? I kinda like how you smell anyway.”

Minuette giggled. “I get that a lot. You know, beneath that invincible facade, you’ve got a really adorable side to you. I heard you and Apple Cobbler talking to each other back there. It was sweet.” The unicorn wrapped her legs around Roseluck, the pair spooning on the blue exercise mat. “I could probably use a nap myself. Sweet dreams, filly.”

“Goodnight, toothpaste pony.” Roseluck murmured sleepily, before drifting off into slumber.

“G’night, Fine Ass,” Minuette replied in kind, listening to Roseluck’s slow, rhythmic breathing before closing her eyes. “I trust we can expect great things from you…”

Author's Note

5/23/2018 Grammarly pass complete.

6/6/2018: Another editing pass complete. I never tried reading an entire chapter out loud before, but it brought out no less than fifteen new typos. Sure glad I live alone!

I love this chapter. Best thing I've ever written.