Cocoa In The Snow

by Ringtael

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Anthro, Main 6
Length: 17052

The girls gather at Rarity's boutique for fun, friends, and special cocoa made from some of the finest ingredients that ponies can lay hands on. However, their tasty concoction holds a sweet, hot, lesbian secret.

Fluttershy brought the chocolate, Twilight brought the marshmallows. Rainbow brought the cinnamon, Applejack brought the cream, and all of the girls brought a smile to Rarity's boutique to enjoy some time in the company of their best friends away from the brutal weather outside. Little do the girls know (Save for Pinkie) that their tasty winter treat is going to turn their night of warmth and laughter to one of passion and pleasure.

Published 2018-02-15 09:10:08 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-18 08:00:13 UTC

Sips to Salvation

Cocoa in the Snow: Sips To Salvation

The night was young, the Sun having only just set in Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were all enjoying a night in at The Carousel Boutique, getting together to get away from the horrors of the Eastern Equestrian winter. The snow was thick outside and it was already six hooves high; more than enough to give your average mare a hard time getting about town. Fluttershy fretted over how the four-legged Ponies were faring in their little parallel dimension while Rarity fussed and fawned over the fashion magazines that the Human Rarity had sent her via DM (Dimension Mail). White and violet were the flavors of the season and Rarity was absolutely thrilled since she’d had quite a few ideas for pieces in violet.

The girls had effectively halved their group for a little while with Twilight, Rainbow, and Rarity making up one half. Rarity was quick to compliment Twilight on her choice of attire for the evening; A thick, black sweater and dark purple leggings while she hesitated to find something likeable about Rainbow’s holey jeans and bomber jacket. Rarity herself was well put together, having not left her abode in a few days, which had afforded her the luxury of being able to do her hair as she pleased and had given her little reason to don more than the camisole and shawl combo on top of a knee length skirt. The snow went well past her hooves and touched her knees anyway, so it’s not like Rarity was going to go outside.

Their small group held together for all of ten minutes before it absolved and joined back into Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie’s group. Applejack, having chosen to wear sensibly thick pants, thermal underwear, and thick flannel was a little warm in Rarity’s already toasty shop while Fluttershy was still trying to get warm. Her faded green hoodie rarely did her any favors when the weather got cold, but she loved it with a passion and refused to wear some of her warmer jackets if she couldn’t wear that damned hoodie underneath. It didn’t help that she’d chosen to wear faded jeans that had small holes in them, and flying across town had been a bit of an endeavor due to the driving snow and wind. Pinkie being Pinkie had chosen to wear a turtleneck under her coat because sometimes she can be fashion blind, but at least it wasn’t a terrible, decorative sweater aS SHE'D BEEN KNOWN TO WEAR IN THE PAST. She’d chosen to wear warmer pants than the rest of her companions, but then again, she also had the hottest ass, so make of it what you will.

The girls talked among themselves as they usually did when they got together, snacking on Pinkie’s baked goods and drinking Rarity’s tea, but this time Fluttershy had brought a special kind of chocolate from Barkelona, made specifically by the Dogs to be just the right balance of sweet and bitter to make your tastebuds scream in delight. It was supposed to be good on its own, but Rainbow’s father, Bow Hothoof, had given her some special cinnamon from Saddle Arabia that was supposed to bring out the best in any kind of chocolate, Twilight had made molecularly superior marshmallows, and Applejack had just gotten a few bottles of cream from the cow with the sweetest milk in the entire Apple Family. With their ingredients combined with the circumstances, the girls had the perfect storm to make the best cups of cocoa that Ponyville had ever seen!

Fluttershy managed making the cocoa just as she had in years past with Twilight standing nearby, trying to learn how to use a stovetop without setting something on fire. The Princess's buttery friend was understandably made nervous by Twilight’s presence in the kitchen since the mare had the tendency to ruin everything she touched in similar rooms, and the trait carried across the dimensions, but as the chocolate melted into the cream that Applejack had brought, Fluttershy relaxed more and more until she added in some vanilla that Rarity had on hand.

Twilight took a deep breath and smiled at the scent of the intoxicating cocoa. “It smells divine! I can’t wait to have a cup!”

Fluttershy flashed her a little smile. “I hope we’ll be able to get more of everything sometime. It would be a shame if this was a one time thing.”

“It sure would!” Twilight beamed as she leaned in closer to Fluttershy to get a good whiff of the cocoa. She got a whiff of Fluttershy’s perfume at the same time and oddly enough, she felt a certain warmth in her nose; almost like the tickle that comes before a sneeze. “I like your perfume, Fluttershy. It suits you pretty well.”

Fluttershy tittered nervously at the compliment. “O-Oh, u-um… Thank you, Twilight. Your hair looks really nice tonight.”

Twilight took another deep breath, but now the scent of chocolate, cinnamon, and vanilla was perfectly mixing into the floral aroma of Fluttershy perfume, clouding her head slightly and making her feel something akin to hunger. Twilight had a hard time identifying what it was, but before she knew it, an awkward pause had grown and Fluttershy was wondering what was making Twilight stay in her personal Space. The Alicorn snapped back into reality before Fluttershy could become worried and got out of her friend’s metaphorical bubble, making Fluttershy herself take a deep breath and sigh in mild relief. She noticed that lavender was in the air, mixing in with the cocoa and unbeknownst to her, the same intoxicant that was working its way through Twilight’s defenses was now traipsing through her own.

Fluttershy shook her head to clear it and got back to the task at hand, making sure not to burn the hot chocolate. “S-So, Twilight…”

“Yes, Fluttershy? Sorry for spacing out there, I just lost focus for a second.” Twilight chuckled awkwardly.

The Pegasus gave her a comforting smile. “It’s okay. You can afford to be a little spacey when you’re around friends.”

Something in Twilight’s head made her say, “That’s right. A lot of the best things in life are things you should do with friends.” Twilight heard her own voice and wondered what had made it take on the slightly husky note since her own voice tended to lean towards being nasally, though it wasn’t as though she had any issues with it.

Fluttershy noticed the slightly sultry intonation and felt her solar plexus warm slightly when she inhaled. “I-I mean… Well, you’re right.” She chuckled nervously, the warm feeling traveling back up her throat. “S-Sometimes i-it’s just nice to have friends that are willing to do stuff with you.”

Twilight tried to steady her breathing, but she was feeling bothered by something that she couldn’t place her finger on, but she cast her feelings aside for a moment, “Is the cocoa done? I’m sure everypony is eager to get their hands on their share.”

The Pegasus was grateful that Twilight seemed to be dropping the implications, but a large part of her was disappointed in Twilight for not carrying it along further, and that made Fluttershy nervous. Then again, having her animals pass too much gas in a single day, thunder, glares, and small holes in porous things all make Fluttershy nervous, so the threshold isn’t exactly noteworthy. She herself was aware of this, so Fluttershy tried to emulate Pinkie by ignoring her problem since she couldn’t do anything about it

The two of them got all of the cups topped up and doled out after a few minutes of topping and sprinkling the individual cups with as much love and affection as one can put into preparing a beverage for your friend. That is to say, Twilight licked everyone’s peppermint sticks except for Fluttershy’s and Fluttershy licked the block of chocolate they used to add shavings to each cup. Everypony knew that it was going to happen, but they’d all played spin the bottle and gotten a kiss or two from each other at some point, so it was all in good fun.

After everyone received their cups of cocoa, Fluttershy and Twilight stayed next to each other for reasons that they didn’t think about, and Rarity paired up with Applejack to talk about how thrilled she was to have such a refined beverage in her hands. Applejack, being country as buck and having hard cider in her bloodstream, took a long draught from her cocoa before she added whiskey from her handy dandy flask.

Rarity gave her the stiffest of looks before asking, “Don’t you ever get tired of having a buzz?”

Applejack gave her a look. “I know ya got some gin around here somewhere, so don’t you even get ta tryin’ to call me out, Rares.”

“No, I do not have gin in my household, nor will I ever have that terrible beverage present in my abode!” Rarity objected fiercely.

“Sure could use some creme de menthe for this here cocoa.” Applejack replied drily.

Rarity sniffed. “... Are you being serious, or are you baiting me?”

“Serious like fallin’ off a buckin’ bull.” Applejack said with super cereal intent.

Her snowy-coated friend sipped her own cocoa and sniffed again, but this time she caught the faintest hint of apple flavoured sweat on the air. It didn’t make her nose wrinkle like it usually would have since it seemed to pair so nicely with the cocoa. “Applejack, you know you don’t have to be bundled up in here, right? I’m sure you’re quite warm.”

“Whew! I was hoping ya wouldn’t mind if I stripped down. Mind if I borrow your changin’ station for a second so I can get these thermals off?” The country girl asked frankly.

Rarity shook her head. “Not at all, darling. You are wearing real undergarments though, no?”

Applejack gave her a blank look. “Why would I wear extra drawers if I’m already wearing thermals?”

Her snooty, aristocratic friend pinched the bridge of her nose. “I have a few orders of lingerie that were cancelled on. I implore you to find a pair of 'drawers'," She said the word like it was ickier than poo, "that fit and wear them.”

The country bumpkin frowned. “Rares, ain’t nopony but us fillies here and don’t nopony besides you care whether or not I’m wearing somethin’ under my jeans.”

Rarity gave her a look. “Do I need to give you my ‘Proper Mare’ speech again? You know for certain that I have it fully memorized, Applejack.”

The orange mare winced. “Got anything in a warm color?”

The seamstress smiled. “It was mostly an orange and red run. I think you’ll find some of the predominantly silk pieces to be to your liking.”

Applejack sighed inwardly and then sighed outwardly before taking a deep breath, getting a noseful of Rarity’s awful, overly expensive perfume. She hated it from the moment she smelled it, but after a second, the poignant, odiferous notes of Rarity’s perfume seemed to blend into the cocoa and offer it deeper depths that Applejack didn’t really understand, but enjoyed nonetheless. It was difficult for her to gather her thoughts for a second, but when she felt the odd sensation in her nose, she just blamed Rarity’s perfume and decided to get on with it.

“Alright, Rares. Let’s just get it over with.” She sighed.

Rarity clapped her hands and bounced a little since she was getting her way, her hooves clopping on the floor sofftly as she hopped in place. “Delightful! Maybe we can-”

“Maybe we can stick our thumbs in each other’s rears and call it high fashion.” Applejack said blandly.

Rarity blushed and cleared her throat. “I assume that you decided to use such language because you weren’t trying to listen to my suggestion?”

Applejack gave her a wink. “Beauty and brains. Next thing ya know, you’ll be over at the farm buckin’ trees easier than me.” She flirted, the gesture hitting her like a brick as her face flushed. She hadn’t meant for her words to come out like they had.

Rarity took the backhanded compliment in stride. “It’s a shame that you won’t let me elevate your level of beauty. I’m sure you could surpass me with little enough effort.” She flirted back, catching herself by surprise. She’d missed Applejack’s flirtation, but her own had struck her as odd.

The cowfilly didn’t understand why her throat was feeling warm, nor did she understand why she said, “Please. If I could be half as pretty as you and a little smarter, I’d be the perfect mare.”

Rarity licked her lips and said, “You seem pretty close to it now, but maybe that’s being too forward?”

Applejack and Rarity both chuckled awkwardly for a second, not comprehending why they were trying to sleep with each other. Rarity offered to go off and get the peppermint liqueur she kept in the kitchen while her temporary partner wondered what in the buck was going on with herself. Meanwhile, as Applejack tried to steady her nerves with some whiskey, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash were nowhere to be found. No one had noticed their disappearance seeing as how Fluttershy and Twilight were busy slipping small compliments to each other to test the waters without knowing what they were doing and Rarity and Applejack were trying not to flirt too openly with their intentions being obvious. The thing that struck the latter pair as the oddest thing was that neither of them were feeling turned on in the slightest.

The same wasn’t true for Pinkie or Rainbow.

Pinkie, having always been the type to down her drink in seconds rather than minutes, was hit with the entirety of the accidental potion that had been made in the span of about six minutes. However, she’d known that the special Barkelonan chocolate was a potent aphrodisiac, and she’d been the one to give Bow Hothoof the Lovestick Cinnamon in the first place, though she’d been discreet about it. It didn't hurt that the milk from Bessy, the grand Apple Family cow, was known for getting a Pony all riled up, and it didn't help that Twilight's marshmallow were made with maca. It all added up to Pinkie trying to perform an experiment of her own, which turned out for the… Well, she had a hard time deciding whether it was good or bad.

Pinkie’s interaction with Rainbow had started with them casually chatting about how good the cocoa was, their conversation having lasted since Twilight and Fluttershy went off to make the hot chocolate in the first place. It had started innocuously enough to Pinkie's standards with Rainbow asking, “Yo, Pinks? What’s the weirdest thing you ever considered sticking between the lower lips?”

Pinkie gave her a wide smile and said, “The weirdest thing would have to be this one appendage that gets really hard for no reason sometimes, but doesn’t usually have a bone. It’s full of all sorts of fluids too!”

“... So a dick, right?”

“They are pretty weird, right?”

Rainbow gave her a look. “Sure, if you describe them all sciencey like that. I honestly thought you were going to say a rubber chicken or something.”

“Psshaw! Been there; done that. It’s all fun and games until your reptilian pet bites it and you get a coochie full of chicken breath!”

Her blue friend nodded along. “What’s the most normal thing you’ve put in there?”

“Probably this rubber mallet.” Pinkie pulled one out of her mane and flipped it around for a second. “It’s a really fun challenge to try and hold it inside all day, and it’s really fun to go on a date and let a guy get to second base and watch him freak when he feels something hard between your legs.”

Rainbow Dash started giggling and slugged Pinkie on the shoulder, her Pegasus strength not enough to phase the Earth Pony. “Pinks, that is so weird! Like, I remember going on a date with this one mare and I wore a pair of panties with a vibe built into them, right? Wait, have I told you about this one? It’s pretty recent.”

Pinkie beamed and shook her head. “Nope! It’s all new to me, though I’m wondering why you went out with a filly this time.”

“Eh, I had a good time with Cloud Burst, so I figured I’d try girls again since Steam Punk was weak sauce. Anyway, so I had the vibe-panties, right? So things start getting interesting after our little date and I’m about to let her have the controller since she mentioned that she was, like, super into toys and stuff, but then she just goes and goes for the gold before I can say anything and she just bolts seconds after she felt the vibe. It was so funny, but I lost a chance at getting laid, so it kinda sucked.”

“You know I’ll never say no!” Pinkie reminded cheerfully.

Rainbow didn’t need to give Pinkie another once over to know that she liked Pinkie’s plump frame. The mare was curvier than a mountain path while Rainbow herself was the epitome of sleek and toned. “If we weren’t friends, I’d probably take you up on that to be straight with you.” She reached over and scooped one of Pinkie’s sizeable breasts, making her giggle.

“That would make you gay, silly!” Pinkie laughed, smiling at the glimpses of the future she was seeing. Her Pinkie Sense was already making her clitoris tingle, and when Twilight and Fluttershy came out with the cocoa, her ears started flicking, notifying her of impending greatness. “Say Rainbow? Have you managed to get past a B-cup yet?”

Rainbow drained a quarter of her mug and gave Pinkie a wry look that was ruined by the whipped cream mustache she was sporting. “You know that getting out of ‘B’ range is a pipedream. Maybe if I ate snacks like you do I’d actually have a pair of back breakers like you or AJ, but I gotta say that I’m good.”

“Oh come on! You can’t say that having a pair like Twilight wouldn’t be nice, even if they are a modest C!”

“Hey! Leave my boobs alone!” Twilight cried from across the room, holding her chest. She’d been able to hear Pinkie because the pink mare was just that loud for no reason, but Pinkie is as Pinkie does.

“They look great, babe!” Rainbow complimented.

“Shush!”

The two pranksters of the group chortled together and Pinkie ended up finishing the rest of her cup as Rainbow made it to three quarters of the way through her own. “Hey, Pinks? What’s your cup size these days?” She asked, her metabolism doing her no favours in resisting the delicious potion.

Pinkie just smiled as she took in the winds of the perfect storm. “Oh, just an H-cup these days. They’re really handy for babysitting foals!”

Rainbow’s lips felt awfully dry and she had the sudden desire to get cookies. “What’s the over under on you actually lactating?” She jested, only kidding by about forty percent. fifty percent of it was genuine interest, and twenty percent of it was the cocoa subtly influencing her mind. That may equal one hundred and ten percent, but Rainbow goes hard in everything she does.

Pinkie knew that her winged fishie was nibbling on her hook. “Oh, I do lactate sometimes, but it usually only happens every few days. I don’t know why, but you know I’ve tried some, so I’m not even going to pretend like I haven't and I have to say that it’s great with coffee!”

The fastest mare alive licked her lips and chuckled. “So what? Do you have to milk yourself to stop your boobs from hurting?”

Pinkie rubbed her chest defensively. “Well, yeah! How else do I make them stop aching?”

“... Is it weird if I kinda wanna try some?” Rainbow asked, sipping the rest of her cocoa, the warmth in her throat and sinuses going unnoticed. She didn’t realize that Pinkie’s personal scent had already mixed in with the cocoa and set her target, but Pinkie and her unnatural powers knew exactly what was going on

“I don’t know… If you’re asking to try some from the source that might be a little hard to explain.” Pinkie teased, having finally dropped her volume as to not notify everyone of her attempts to get laid by one of the top ten ponies on her Buck-It List.

Rainbow gave her a salacious smile and glanced at Twilight and Fluttershy who were chatting away, then at Rarity and Applejack who seemed to be doing the same thing they were always doing; denying their weird ‘Opposites Attract’ love/hate thing and generally not paying attention to what Rainbow was concerned about.

“I don’t think anypony would notice if we slipped away for a little bit, right? Plus, when was the last time you had a chance to ease the pain?” Rainbow asked, her voice dipping as she lightly caressed the taller mare’s arm.

Pinkie gave her a filthy grin, full of promises to be kept. “It’s been a few days. How about we take this to Rarity’s Failed Creation room?”

Rainbow grinned and grabbed her hand. “Let’s get a moove on.”

Pinkie gave her a look. "Did you just call me a cow?"

Rainbow gave her an innocent look. "Dude, when did I say that?"

Pinkie narrowed her eyes, but let it slide in anticipation of the next hour. "You're lucky you're cute."

The technicolor Pegasus beamed and grabbed her hand. "You're cute. I'm awesome."

Author's Note

And so we have the beginning of some smut. Things are going to be kosher for this chapter, but shit gets lit next time.

Stay Cool, Kids

Sugar Fiend Versus Speed Demon

Sugar Fiend Versus Speed Demon

Rainbow lead Pinkie through the back of Rarity’s shop, her heart pounding in her chest as her hooves tingled with excitement, her mind flipping from train of thought to train of thought. She couldn’t help but feel herself grow slightly damp at the prospect of laying one of the most stacked mares between the Everfree and Vanhoover, but what was even better was how assured Rainbow was that she was about to have the time of her life. She’d heard from a few of Pinkie’s past lovers that the filly was an absolute freak in the hay, so her hopes were rising with every step.

Pinkie wore the same smile she always sported, but this time her grin seemed a little extra toothy since she’d been wanting to get her hands on Rainbow for years now. There were rumors of Rainbow being able to get a mare off in five minutes flat with her tongue, and Pinkie was extra excited since she knew that Rainbow could tie a knot in a cherry stem with ease. She was eager to let the athletic, slim, firm aerial ace work her magic, but she was even more excited to see if she could make Rainbow turn into a regular friend with benefits.

When they cleared earshot of the other girls, Pinkie asked, “Hey Rainbow? This isn’t just you trying my milkshake, is it?”

Rainbow gave her a sultry grin. “What fun would that be, Pinks? I like your boobs and all, but I’ve been thinking that it’s about time for me to take you up on that offer.”

Pinkie tittered happily. “Oh, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted a piece of you! You’re like the perfect fitness filly!” She let go of Rainbows hand and caught a moderate handful of Rainbow taut posterior. She whistled and murmured, “You could bounce a bit off of that and catch it dented!”

The speed demon preened at the praise and carefully gave Pinkie’s left breast a squeeze, eliciting a soft noise of approval from her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fit and firm is nice and all, but you know I like my mares with a little something to hold onto.”

Pinkie gave her a lascivious smile and gave Rainbow’s right wing a casual stroke, letting her fingers glide over the soft feathers. “You’ve got something to hold onto, but I have to say that not a lot of Pegasi are willing to let somepony they don’t know that well to handle their wings.” She left the implication open for Rainbow to respond to.

She made a face. “My wings aren’t my thing, but if you want out try, I’m not gonna tell you no~” Her casual dismissal turned into a moan of approval as Pinkie applied a little pressure to a large nub on Rainbow’s wing. It was near a joint, but not quite close, and as Pinkie swirled her thumb around in a little circle, her friend’s wings began to expand and flex against her will.

“You were saying?” Pinkie asked, giving Rainbow’s erect wing a firm stroke.

The technicolor Pegasus would have been hot under the collar had she ever actually worn a collared shirt in her life. “I want a wing massage when we’re done if you actually know what you’re doing.”

Pinkie gave her the winkie. “If you can get me off with the things you called udders, then I’ll make it the best wing massage you’ve ever gotten.”

Rainbow smiled before spitting on her hand and stopping so she could offer it to Pinkie. “Shake on it?”

Pinkie followed the proper procedure for a spit-shake, which is a great way to get sick. “Deal.”

They shared secretive smiles since both of them knew just how to get what they wanted out of the other mare from previous experiences since both of them were a little promiscuous. Rainbow spent a little time in her head thinking about all the ways she was about to rock Pinkie's world when she was suddenly pulled into a dark room, having daydreamed her way into walking past their destination. However, once Rainbow got her bearings and gave Pinkie an apologetic smile, they put all pretenses aside and Pinkie Pie removed her sweater with a little unnecessary help from Rainbow. All the blue Pegasus had wanted was to get an up close and personal view of Pinkie’s massive mammaries and the brazier she’d chosen to restrain them with, and when she saw that her fully stacked friend had gone with a sky blue bra that wasn’t lacy or frilly, she was prepared to do whatever it took to make Pinkie give that trophy to her.

Pinkie smiled at Rainbow’s greedy expression. “Liking what you’re seeing so far?”

Rainbow placed her hands on Pinkie’s breasts by way of response and let her fingers sink into the soft flesh and fur behind the undergarment. “Babe, if you turn too fast, you’re gonna knock someone out.”

The Earth Pony giggled and rested her hands over Rainbow’s. “Do you want to take it off, or should I?”

Rainbow grinned and said, “It would be an honor, Pinks.”

Pinkie giggled and again and did it some more when Rainbow chose to bury her face into her cleavage in order to get Pinkie’s bra undone, but when her breasts were freed from their constraints, Rainbow’s face lit up and she used every inch of her lengthy Pony tongue to get a taste of Pinkie’s fur. She tasted like cotton candy, which wasn’t a surprise, but Rainbow hoped that she wasn’t going to gain weight from having a special kind of fun time with Pinkie. The pink mare watched carefully as the blue one lifted her right breast to her mouth and paid especially close attention to the way Rainbow circled her areola with the tip of her tongue. It felt pleasant enough as it was, but Pinkie hoped that Rainbow had been serious when she’d said that she wanted a taste of her milk.

Rainbow proved to be a mare of her word when she finally popped Pinkie’s nipple into her mouth, the largeish nub teasing her every second it was in her mouth. The speedster wanted nothing more than to start nibbling on Pinkie to test how hard she should bite to make her moan in all the right ways, but she had her work cut out for her since Pinkie’s breasts were just too much to handle with hands as small as hers. However, she soldiered on by sucking gently on Pinkie’s right breast, abandoning her nipple to bite the soft flesh on a whim.

Her partner loved the fact that she wasn’t afraid to do a little exploring, and as Pinkie stroked Rainbow’s mane to show that she approved, her friend found the tip of her left breast and started teasing that one as well, giving her chest two different kinds of pleasure, and that made her lower lips moisten rapidly. Pinkie loved having her breasts manipulated and sometimes abused, though she doubted that Rainbow would leave her with more than a hickey.

“You know they’re not that sensitive, right:? You can be a little rougher.” Pinkie hinted.

Rainbow smiled and immediately bit the buck out of Pinkie’s left breast, making the baker gasp in surprise, pain, and more than a little delight. “How was that?” Rainbow asked.

Pinkie beamed brilliantly. “Keep it up and you might actually stand a chance of getting me off!”

Rainbow being Rainbow was too dumb to realize that she was being played, but it’s not like it would have mattered anyway. “Oh yeah? We’ll see how you’re talking in a few minutes!” She gripped Pinkie’s breasts with a vengeance, making her let loose a low, sexy moan, squeezing a little bit of Pinkie's milk in the same moment.

The Pink Menace chewed on the second knuckle of her index finger. “Mmm~ I like that, Dashie.”

Rainbow threw caution to the wind for a moment and took a chance, pressing her lips against Pinkies on the off chance that it wasn’t just a casual hookup where making out was unneeded. Much to her pleasure, Pinkie responded with conviction, and her main goal, was to dominate Rainbow’s mouth in a bout of tongue wrestling. Pinkie was no slouch with her tongue, but Rainbow being a little more promiscuous than her friend meant that she had more practice in the craft of Prench kissing than Pinkie. However, what the mentally unbalanced baker lacked in skill, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

Things were looking good for Pinkie as her pleasure grew, and the assistance she was getting from the cocoa was just making her feel that much better. Although the kissing was nice, Pinkie desperately wanted Rainbow to get back to giving her breasts the attention that they deserved, and luckily for her, Rainbow wasn’t really into making out when she could be using her mouth for better things. The Pegasus went back to the task she’d been enjoying immensely and decided to try giving Pinkie exactly what she wanted. After giving her a few test nibbles, Rainbow bit Pinkie’s nipple rather hard and pulled, lifting the heavy globe without using her hands at all. The mixture of pain and pleasiure nearly sent Pinkie over the edge before Rainbow turned it up a notch. Through the power of Grayskull, Rainbow seized Pinkie’s opposite nipple with her fingers before wrenching it like it had personally insulted both of her parents and had called her flat chested. The two things combined were enough to push Pinkie’s pleasure of the brink and brought her to a special kind of orgasm that had her covering her mouth to avoid being detected. Little did she know that no one was looking for them, though the only reason she didn’t know that was because she was preoccupied with stripping Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow was thrilled that her turn had come around, and just from catching a glimpse of Pinkie’s lustful gaze every once in awhile in the flurry of movement that was going on around her, stripping her of her clothes, she knew that she was about to have the time of her life. Pinkie whisked Rainbow jacket off of her shoulders before ridding her of her top in less than eight seconds. When she unbuttoned Rainbow’s form-fitting trousers, she used her special Pinkie Brand Magic™ to tear them off without actually ruining them, though Rainbow was just shocked to see her pants go flying without her having to step out of them. Pinkie kneeled before her and Rainbow was a little lost in the moment, but when her friend hooked the waist of her thong with her tongue and pulled it down with her teeth, she knew where her interests lie.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re not exactly new to this kinda thing.” Rainbow commented sarcastically.

Pinkie gave her a dirty grin and rubbed the short fur on her thighs. “And you are? Please, Rainbow. I’m the one who hears about most of your exploits~”

The Earth Pony started laying kisses on Rainbow’s thighs, making her voice quake when she said, “It’s not like you’re not appreciating the experience though, right?”

Pinkie rose and pushed Rainbow until they came to a wall before making the Pegasus widen her stance. “Oh trust me; I consider it a good thing! And plus I know that you’re not afraid to make a mare scream in all the right ways, so,” Pinkie paused to give Rainbow’s muns a little kiss. “It’s all going to be fun from here, okay Dashie?”

Rainbow gave her a sultry smile. “I’m just hoping that you~ Ooh, okay,” Rainbow sighed as Pinkie stroked her moist slit with a finger, collecting the dew and stretching the string of sticky fluid as long as it would go. “Maybe I just got a mare with the magic touch.”

Pinkie just giggled and gave Rainbow a couple more casual strokes with the same finger before getting the first taste of one of her best friends. It wouldn’t be the last. “Oh my Luna, you taste like blue raspberries!”

Rainbow looked down at Pinkie, her face full of amusement. “Yeah, I’ve heard that a~ Pinkie~! Oh Dear Celestia~!” She couldn’t help but voice her assent as Pinkie gave her a good, slow lick, lapping up as much of Rainbow’s nectar as she could. The blue mare was unaware of the cocoa’s side effects, but she was well aware of the fact that the one lick had been enough to worry her about the pleasure that was to ensue.

Pinkie grinned up at Rainbow and locked eyes with her before she began in earnest, not giving her newfound paramour any time to collect herself after the sudden influx of pleasure. Unfortunately for Rainbow, she was under the impression that she had to be quiet, so each of Pinkie’s agonizingly slow licks were like tidal waves of bliss that cashed against every nerve in her body, ringing throughout the frogs of her hooves to the tips of her wings. Every time Pinkie tongue passed over Rainbow’s clitoral hood, she worried about cumming then and there, but when Pinkie teased her tongue inside of the speedsters entrance, it was all over for her. Rainbow had her first orgasm and nearly screamed, forcing herself to stay quiet as the pleasure overt took her in waves.

It’s not like Pinkie was done, but Rainbow didn’t need to know that quite yet.

The Earth Pony let her winged companion rest on her shaky legs for a second before she lapped up even more of Rainbow’s self-made honey, but before she could even think about getting another taste of Rainbow from the inside, the multicolored Wonderbolt wannabe was already closing her legs. Pinkie pouted while Rainbow caught her breath, but when she could breathe again, she gave Pinkie sensuous look.

“I think it’s my turn to give back, right?” Rainbow said huskily.

Pinkie kept her out and furrowed her brow some more. “I was having fun making you squirm!”

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one squirming for a little bit?” Rainbow wiggled her brows, hoping that Pinkie would give her a break.

Pinkie rose from the floor with a sigh, but Rainbow pulled her back down to her level for a quick kiss that let her know that she still tasted like whitebark raspberries. She let Pinkie rule the kiss as an apology for not being able to hold out that long, but when Pinkie pulled away and gave her the usual dopey smile, Rainbow figured she was in the clear and let her hands wander down to Pinkie’s waistband before she tugged the thick trousers down. The scent of Pinkie’s arousal hit Rainbow in the face like a ton of bricks, and that ton of bricks smelled a lot like carnival style cotton candy. With high hopes of Pinkie tasting like cotton candy, Rainbow admired the large wet spot on Pinkies panties before pulling them down the unsexy way, making that part of the experience a little lame. The look Pinkie gave her also said that it was lame, but Rainbow made her change her tune by caressing her mons with her middle and index fingers.

As prepared as she was witgh her arsenal of mare-pleasing tricks and treats, Rainbow wanted to make sure that Pinkie g0ot the same amount of pleasure that she’d gotten from her friend’s endeavor, so she started by laying kisses down Pinkie’s tummy, starting from her navel and continuing down to her personal flower. The heady, musky version of cotton candy filled the air as Rainbow planted her final kiss on Pinkie's hood; the place she always liked to start with. Pinkie watched as the most experienced mare she knew gave her a test lick, and from the beginning Pinkie knew that it was about to be good. She was feeling the effects of the cocoa in a different way than her friend, but then again, she’d downed it in the span of six minutes. Every little lick that Rainbow gave Pinkie was like pure opium being painted onto her skin, soaking through the extremely fine coat covering her privates, but they both knew that the little orgasms were going to be nothing in comparison to Rainbow’s first real move.

The warm up went well, but Rainbow was ready to get on with the main event, her fingers dancing across her labia to the tune of her own desires. Rainbow, having learned long ago that the fastest way to a woman’s heart was through her clit, peeled back Pinkie’s hood and wasted no time in giving the plump nub a little nibble. Nopony was expecting Pinkie to cum on the spot, and that went doubly so for when she started gushing nectar like her personal dam had burst. Pure rapture coated Pinkie as waves of bliss rocked her back and forth, making her mind go fuzzy at the drop of a hat. She didn’t bother covering her mouth for the moan she gave Rainbow; a sign of her complete and utter approval. However, Rainbow wasn’t done with her.

While Pinkie was quaking and barely managing to stay upright, Rainbow slipped a finger into Pinkie’s convulsing honeypot and kept the mare at the pinnacle of an orgasm by gently stroking her walls as she latched onto her clit. The Earth Pony wriggled and started trying to get away from Rainbow since the pleasure was becoming too intense, though letting her orgasm subside took a minute or two. She was sweating by the time she was done, and when Rainbow came in for the non-negotiable kiss, she panted into her mouth, struggling to regain her breathing. Luckily for all omniscient beings, Pinkie didn’t want to stop there.

“Hey sexy, why we go one more~?” Pinkie purred, massaging her breast while giving Rainbow a hungry look.

Rainbow returned her look with a smile. “Just one more? What are you, chicken?”

Pinkie beamed. “What’s sixty-seven plus two?”

Rainbow didn’t need any further impetus to find her way on top of Pinkie, and it didn’t take either of them very long to start doing exactly what the other wanted them to do. Pinkie started out slow with Rainbow since she knew she was already warmed up and Rainbow followed her lead with little enthusiasm. The speedster had been hoping to keep it up with the climaxes and make the most out of their time together, but Pinkie wanted to build up for a singular, spectacular orgasm that would blow Rainbow’s socks off since she didn’t bother to take them off before they got started. Pinkie didn’t take her own off either, but that’s not actually important.

Pinkie traced Rainbow’s outer lips with her tongue carefully, gathering drops of nectar on her tongue before they could fall onto her face, though she was having a hard time keeping her pace to a reasonable level because of Rainbow’s eagerness to get started in earnest. After Rainbow realized that Pinkie was going to tease her for as long as she wanted, she figured that two could play at the teasing game. She teased Pinkie’s clit with the tip of her finger, tickling it more so than actually touching it, and that made Pinkie’s legs contract and stretch, driving the pink mare crazy, but Pinkie gave as good as she got. The Pink Menace spread the speed demon’s lips so she could lick her walls with the tip of her tongue without actually entering Rainbow, which made the poor mare feel like going wild before she couldn’t take anymore.

“Pinkie~! Just let me get off already!” Rainbow hissed desperately.

Pinkie complied and slipped two fingers into her paramour. “Don’t hold back now!”

Dash was too elated to feel Pinkie’s fingers inside of her to care, and when she returned the favor with her tongue, both mares were closer to being happier than either of them could have put into words. Rainbow tasted Pinkie’s pie again and loved every second of the action, though she wasn’t really all that crazy about cotton candy sans the effects of a certain lust potion, but when Pinkie added her tongue to Rainbow’s entrace, she fell in love with the flavor, the scent, and she was willing to bet that the sight of candy would soak her panties the next time she saw some.

On Pinkie’s end of the deal, she was rapidly coming closer to another orgasm with Rainbow’s efforts and it was all she could do not to try and lick Rainbow’s womb as a weird show of appreciation. She’d already loved blue raspberries since they usually came by way of candy, but when Rainbow reached her climax at the same time Pinkie reached hers, she had the unshakable belief that she was going to cum every time she ate Rainbow Dash flavoured candy, and that might have been a thing to worry about. It just wasn’t going to happen while Pinkie was still in Rainbow’s company.

After yet another mind-fogging, blissful orgasm, Rainbow avoided falling on top of Pinkie and laid next to her on the floor, both of them too out of breath to say anything for a few minutes. Rainbow, having done more cardio than ninety percent of Ponyville put together, got her breath back first and said, “You know we’re going to go back smelling like a whole lotta sex and precious little else, right?”

Pinkie rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her hand. “I don’t think we’ll have too much to worry about.”

Dash gave her an odd look. “Uh, Pinks? We probably reek. I know we’re both sweating, so…”

Pinkie giggled. “Trust me, Dashie. We’ll be fine. Now how about that wing massage?”

Author's Note

Less than two full hours. I pumped this shit out in less than two full hours. Can you say new keyboard hype, or what?

Stay Cool, Kids

Tree Dweller Versus Tree Hugger

Tree Dweller Versus Tree Hugger

Twilight and Fluttershy sat in the foyer of Rarity’s boutique, though Twilight was the one doing most of the talking. Fluttershy added her insights to Twilight’s observations, as was often the sum of their interactions, but this time there was an undertone of something that neither mare was familiar with. The librarian was feeling a little awkward and her body was behaving strangely. A certain warmth was spreading throughout her being, though it wasn’t making her feel hot, nor was it necessarily unwelcome. It was just an odd feeling that had taken over after the advent of the cocoa, and Twilight had an opinion about that.

“Hey Fluttershy, I know it’s off topic, but have you been feeling… Warm? Like, in your tummy and in your extremities?” Twilight asked a bit nervously.

“W-Well, yes, but I thought that it was just me!” Fluttershy wrung her hands, put off by the news.

“I think it might have been the cocoa. I don’t know what the effects are, but it’s not too bad, I guess.” The Alicorn chuckled, the laughter sounding disingenuine, even to herself.

Fluttershy stroked her hair; a nervous tic that Twilight found adorable to a certain extreme. “M-Maybe you should run a diagnostic spell to see if anything’s happening?”

Twilight smiled and nodded. “I should’ve thought of that! You wouldn’t mind if I casted it on you, would you?”

Fluttershy gave her a tight smile. “Not if it means helping everypony.” She looked around and tried to spot Rainbow and Pinkie, but they were nowhere to be found, so she looked for Rarity and Applejack only to have the same result. “... Okay…”

Twilight’s horn was aglow and her eyes were closed as she focused enough to cast her spell. “Is something wrong, Fluttershy?”

“W-Well… E-Everyp-p-pony disappeared…” She said softly, though everything Fluttershy says is said below conversation volume. Even when she shouts, it’s still about as loud as a mouse fart.

Twilight’s concentration took a small hit but didn’t really waver, even as she replied. “I can’t imagine what they would have gone off to do. I mean, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Applejack all like to go do their thing, but Rarity usually hangs out with us.”

Fluttershy already had a response in hand, but the warmth seemed to change her words, warping them and adding an intonation that she wasn’t terribly comfortable with. “I don’t know, Twilight. I’m enjoying your company with just the two of us.”

The sheltered librarian didn’t miss the odd ring to Fluttershy’s voice. The thing is that she just didn’t know what it was. “Aw, I like sharing your company too, Fluttershy! We really do need to get together more often.” Twilight cast her diagnostic spell on Fluttershy and the Pegasus shuddered.

“Th-That tickles!” Fluttershy cried, trying to rub the tingling sensation away from her ticklish spots.

Twilight opened one eye and cracked a little smile. “I guess I should have mentioned that it tickles a little, huh?”

Fluttershy gave her a precious little glare that was absolutely ruined by the smile on her face. “Y-You coul-dn’t ha-have said s-some-th-he-hing!?” The pseudo-vet’s jaw snapped shut and a blush exploded across her face as she felt the tingling sensation turn into something akin to invisible hands. All over her body. Fluttershy had yet to do more than hold hands with a member of the same or opposite sex.

“Fluttershy? Is something wrong?” Twilight asked harmlessly, completely unaware of how the cocoa’s magic was affecting the spell.

“T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TWILIGHT!” Fluttershy whisper-shouted, firing off the beginning of Twilight’s name in a rapid staccato, rivalling and defeating the PP-SH’s fire rate with ease. “M-M-M-M-M-M-MAKE IT STO-HA-HA-HAHP!”

Twilight cancelled her spell and rushed over to Fluttershy, taking her hands with concern and compassion in her gaze. “I’m so sorry, Fluttershy! Are you okay? What happened?”

“H-H-Hands! Th-There were hands!” Fluttershy shivered and tried to rub the feeling off of her body to no avail.

Twilight placed her hands on Fluttershy’s arms in an attempt to calm her combined with a soothing tone. “It’s over, Fluttershy. The hands aren’t touching you anymore, okay?” She stroked Fluttershy’s arms carefully, watching her skittish friend for any hint of panic. When she saw that she was calming quickly enough, Twilight changed tactics and started gently petting Fluttershy’s thigh. “See? I’m the only one touching you now. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Fluttershy looked on while Twilight unknowingly stoked a fire in Fluttershy. Granted, the spark had only ignited since the fuel was soaked in alcohol, but still. Twilight gentle caresses had Fluttershy’s breathing hitching every time she reached past mid-thigh. To Twilight it didn’t seem like the bashful mare was going to relax any further, and that sent her into a bout of brainstorming, meaning that her body went on auto-pilot for the duration of Twilight’s brain-thinkin’. The nerdy, dorky, inexperienced, virgin bookworm was incredibly preoccupied with figuring out how to help her friend feel like she hadn’t just been violated by invisible ponies while the skittish, generally anxious, twitchy, virgin stunner-but-doesn’t-know-it was becoming increasingly aware of how often somepony touched her like Twilight was.

The short story is once every twenty-three years, and Rainbow punched the guy who’d done it.

Twilight’s hand gradually drew higher on Fluttershy’s thigh, beginning its cycle with Twilight’s fingertips grazing her knee and ending with Twilight’s whole hand resting somewhere above mid-thigh. Fluttershy hadbeen comforted when Twilight started, but now she was feeling like her throat was closing up on her every time Twilight’s hand swept upward. She was enchanted by the sight of her friend’s hand glossing over her personal space so effortlessly, tearing at it a little more with every pass. The shy Pegasus wasn’t sure if it could get much better or worse since she was decidedly undecided on how to feel about the event, but then Twilight’s strokes dipped inward.

Fluttershy had thought that it was perfect/horrifying when the Alicorn’s hand had met her hip, but then Twilight started drawing small circles with her strokes, and that was just enough differentiation to throw Fluttershy off completely. It didn’t help that Twilight was reaching closer and closer to her most precious place with every incoming stroke, but she was torn. Fluttershy wanted her to stop more than she’d wanted anything in the world, but she could feel the moisture on her lips, and it wasn’t because she’d licked them. Fluttershy was feeling the heat like never before, but when Twilight’s final pass came, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

She was trapped in time and space; the only thing she was capable of doing was watching as all fix of Twilight’s fuzzy little fingers traveled up her leg like they had for the past five minutes. She felt her mouth open when those innocuous little digits reached for a place no one other than she and her parents had ever touched, but when Twilight made contact with Fluttershy’s groin, she finally snapped out of her reverie.

“Hm?” Twilight glanced at her hand. “Oh.” She didn’t know what to do with it.

Fluttershy held her breath, waiting for Twilight to move, but Twilight was in a similar situation, and both of them were flushing brighter than maraschino cherries. Neither one of them would normally have been equipped to handle the odd conundrum of having your hand in between your friend’s legs or vice versa, but Fluttershy had downed more than half of her cocoa at this point, and it was more than happy to take effect. The Pegasus’ off-again/on-again lover, courage itself, flooded her veins with gushing gold after being transmuted from her shock by the tasty, chocolatey potion. She’d gotten the most of the fumes out of anyone at the gathering, and those fun little gases clouded Fluttershy’s mind enough to make her hand grasp Twilight’s and make her start stroking her again.

The librarian had only gotten about a third of her cocoa down, but she’d been the first to have a target set by the potion’s unique trigger. She numbly allowed Fluttershy to set the pace for the awkward petting as they gazed into each other’s eyes, neither of them know what in Tartarus was happening. All Fluttershy knew was that she could finally breathe and all Twilight was understanding was that she was touching Fluttershy inappropriately and it was okay.

“F-Fluttershy?” Twilight breathed, her voice unstable.

The veterinarian let go of her hand, but she didn’t stop. Twilight continued rubbing Fluttershy the right way as Fluttershy cupped Twilight’s face with her hand, and she carried on as her formerly bashful friend initiated a kiss more intense than the one Rainbow had dared Pinkie to give her last year at their fifth sleepover. That smooch was imprinted on her lips for the rest of her life, but the kiss Fluttershy was giving her was being etched into her brain, on the inside and outside of her skull, tattooed onto her tongue, and yes, it was also imprinted onto her lips, but the pretty words are bucking accurate. Fluttershy didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing, of course, but the cocoa’s guidance prevented it from being a terrible experience, even if their teeth did bump from time to time.

By the time Fluttershy pulled away from the Princess, they were both breathing heavily and Twilight’s hand was cupping Fluttershy’s sex. “... That… That was good.” Twilight said breathlessly.

Fluttershy’s hand found Twilight’s inner thigh and she gave her an automatic squeeze, making her purple friend’s breathing hitch. “I-I thought it was nice… M-Maybe we could…?”

Neither of them gave so much as a single thought out their surroundings. Neither of them considered that they were in their friend’s house with their four other best friends somewhere, to return at an unknown time. Neither of them considered that they were in the front of the shop, but they did consider what needed to happen. Twilight took the initiative with the kiss, pressing her lips against Fluttershy’s more softly than before, and this time the contact felt sweeter, like it was the proper way for them to start the magic.

Twilight took the lead again when her hand found its way to Fluttershy’s breast, holding and gently feeling Fluttershy’s respectable D-cup as Fluttershy enjoyed the attention. The yellow mare wanted her Alicorn friend to feel every bit as good as she was, so Fluttershy used the courage that she’d found to make her hands explore Twilight’s body, pausing at her breasts before Fluttershy knelt on the sofa they’d been occupying and kissed Twilight with a hoof on the floor. Twilight copied her change in stance quickly enough, and when they started their kiss over again, they subconsciously ground against each other, their breasts covered by pesky layers of clothes.

The heat within Fluttershy made her feel uncomfortable, and now her body actually was warming up. She couldn’t help but strip her favourite hoodie off for the sake of being cool again, but when Twilight seized the hem of her shirt, she didn’t resist being stripped. Hey lace and silk bra was right up Twilight’s alley when it came to lingerie, but the librarian didn’t have the confidence to wear anything like it herself. However, she definitely appreciated it on Fluttershy in the moment, even if she wasn’t normally a lesbian. Twilight caught two generous handfuls of Fluttershy’s chest and the taller, curvier woman reached around to get a handful of Twilight’s perky little bubble butt, and when she let her fingers sink into Twilight’s soft flesh, she was in tactile Heaven.

Twilight was a little nervous about being stripped herself, but as Fluttershy interrupted her thoughts with a kiss, she became distracted enough to barely notice when Fluttershy dragged her sweater off over her head. Twilight wore a simple T-shirt under her sweater, but that too was cast aside along with her pants before Fluttershy got her hands on her grapey friend’s thighs. Neither of them really knew how to please a mare, but Twilight and Fluttershy both could get themselves off, and they both knew that licking was somehow involved in lesbian acts. Fluttershy took Twilight’s light pink panties off in the boring normal way, but unlike Pinkie and Rainbow, Twilight could sit while Fluttershy knelt between her legs and kissed her lower lips. The buttery mare knew nothing of cunnilingus, but she did know how to kiss well enough to make Twilight squeak and shiver.

When Fluttershy started licking Twilight’s folds, the purple mare stared moaning sultrily, the sounds of her arousal echoing gently in the foyer. The veterinarian channeled her inner animal and cleaned Twilight’s privates with her tongue, but with a little exploration, Fluttershy found out that she could penetrate a mare with her mouth muscle. She was excited by this news and decided to try entering Twilight, but the librarian hadn’t been expecting the sudden, though not entirely unwelcome, intrusion.

“Oh dear Celestia, Fluttershy~! That feels so weird!” Twilight crooned as Fluttershy licked her heart and tasted her health.

Fluttershy paused and withdrew her tongue, lightly stroking Twilight’s marehood with her fingers. “D-Does it feel bad?”

Twilight gave her a pensive look. “... C-Could you keep going? I-It… It feels good.”

Fluttershy smiled up at Twilight with her friend’s juices staining her lips. “Sure thing, Twilight.” She gave Twilight a test lick and earned a little moan for the effort, but when she went back to giving Twilight the closest thing they were going to get to actual cunnilingus, she decided to undo her own pants and have a little fun for herself.

The yellow mare rubbed her clit and had fun licking Twilight’s walls while the former librarian enjoyed her first sexual experience in the best of ways. She was quickly becoming more and more glad that she was sharing the experience with Fluttershy rather than anyone else because she knew that the shy mare was more nervous than she was, and if she wasn’t, then she had to at least be as nervous as Twilight felt. As Fluttershy used her tongue to bring Twilight to the precipice of an orgasm only to finally realize that she could be doing something with her studious friend’s exposed clitoris. Fluttershy reached around Twilight’s thigh and pinched the little protrusion with care, bringing Twilight to a climax with caution and kindness. The Alicorn came hard, but she didn’t grow too loud with her cries of approval .

Fluttershy opened her mouth and tried to catch the flood that Twilight was giving her, the only thought in her mind being to catch more of the clear grape juice flavored liquid as it came, or rather, as Twilight came. She ended up soaking Fluttershy’s upper half, but the buttery mare had to remove her bra anyway, and when she started licking Twilight clean, she appreciated Twilight’s mewls of approval along with the gentle strokes Twilight was giving her ears. Fluttershy spent far longer than necessary trying to clean Twilight’s folds of every last drop of the Alicorn’s sticky nectar, but there was little she could do to make the flow stop, even if she actually wanted to.

After she finally stopped licking Twilight, Fluttershy beamed up at her purple friend, looking for her approval and finding pure, unadulterated lust in her gaze. What Fluttershy didn’t notice while she was trapped in Twilight’s gazed was that her friend’s clitoris was growing at an alarming rate, becoming a cylindrical appendage with a tapered tip until it reached the ripe length of eight and a half inches. The new member was decently thick as well, but when Fluttershy saw the appendage out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but fear for her tight virgin rosebud, even if she had a feeling that it was going to go into the proper entrance.

“Fluttershy~” Twilight purred, the cocoa activating her Alicorn Magic in the strangest of ways.

Fluttershy giggled nervously,. not finding the situation funny at all. “Y-Yes, T-T-Twilight?”

The sex-crazed Princess smiled down at her friend before her horn lit up making the two switch places. It lit up once more and Fluttershy was ridded of the rest of her clothes as Twilight said, “You know, you’ve got the perfect body. Mares and stallions alike should be lining up around the corner for a chance with you.”

Fluttershy giggled a little more as Twilight stroked her thighs, her touch sending warm tingles up her legs and to her sex. “I-It’s n-n-nice that they d-d-don’t…”

Twilight spread Fluttershy’s legs and gave her a lascivious grin. “Maybe I could have exclusive access? We make this a close knit thing?”

Fluttershy blushed, but couldn’t reply when Twilight gave her a single lick to test the water, but then the multiple millenia of Alicorns that came before Twilight lended their power to her plight and taught her how to eat pussy like the greatest of rug munchers. Fluttershy never stood a chance of not having an orgasm, and when Twilight’s lips met her thighs, she had an inkling of the pleasure to come. Twilight laid kisses up and down Fluttershy’s thighs, even going so far as to let her lips graze the dense fur of her calves before she came back up to Fluttershy’s sex and gave her a tiny, unsatisfactory lick. The buttery fluttery one was understandably disappointed by the primary taste, but when Twilight started teasing her entrance with a finger, her hopes rose again.

Twilight made Fluttershy submit to the power of her tongue by licking her clitoris and flicking it about with the tip of her tongue, making her friend wriggle and moan as she teased her in all the right ways. Flutters was a little anxious about being licked in the privates until Twilight entered her with her tongue, making her tighten up around the long, flexible muscle against her will. It didn’t take Twilight long to bring Fluttershy to an orgasm, but that wasn’t where the party ended. While Fluttershy was in the midst of the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, Twilight rose from between her legs and propped her new, rigid member against Fluttershy’s virgin entrance while she was too preoccupied to notice.

Before Fluttershy could object, Twilight was already inside of her and a little spear of pain lanced through Fluttershy’s abdomen for all of two seconds before the feeling of fullness too her over and made her mind do funny things. Twilight didn’t even need to thrust to feel good inside of Fluttershy, and her new member made doubly sure that she was riding a wave of bliss for every twitch of Fluttershy’s inner walls. Slowly Twilight began thrusting into Fluttershy, taking her time with the yellow mare’s next climax since she wanted her own next one to be spectacular.

The pace that Twilight set was slow to start with, and that was something Fluttershy appreciated immensely. The cocoa made her want the intrusion, but a ruling majority of Fluttershy felt more than a little violated since she hadn’t consented to letting Twilight actually take her cherry. The negative thoughts and feelings were being bucked into the back of her mind with every. Single. Thrust. There was nothing she could do about that, but she could moan and she could cling to Twilight like tomorrow wasn’t coming.

Meanwhile, Twilight was having a blast with her new phallus, and the best part about it was that she could have as many little orgasms as she wanted as long as she went slow. Fluttershy made the nicest noises when Twilight hit her cervix, but before fifteen minutes passed, the Alicorn hungered for a bigger wave of ecstasy and started hilting Fluttershy in rapid succession, taking no mercy on the recently deflowered virgin. If it weren’t for the cocoa’s effects, Fluttershy would have been pushed to tears, though she was close enough as it was. The sheer pleasure made Fluttershy lose control of her voice, her cries loud enough to be heard by Pinkie and Rainbow as they put themselves together for another round after some cajoling by Pinkie.

Applejack and Rarity were otherwise occupied, but that’s another chapter.

Twilight brutal treatment of Fluttershy made both of them feel something like the animals Fluttershy took care of when they first came through her door; slaves to their baser instincts, beasts of carnal desire. Fluttershy feared the beast while Twilight embraced it, and in the span of five hard, womb-bruising thrusts, Twilight brought Fluttershy over to the Dark Side for brownies and chocolate milk. The ex-vampony let loose a growl from the glory days and sank her teeth into Twilight as deep as herbivore teeth would go when you weren’t trying to break skin. It didn’t matter much anyway since Twilight’s Alicorn strength meant that she barely felt the pressure, but it was a nice indicator of Fluttershy’s orgasm and she was grateful that it existed.

The futastic Alicorn liked being bitten more than she probably should have, and as she hilted Fluttershy one last time, ramming her tip as deep as it would go, Fluttershy bit her even harder and made Twilight’s orgasm that much more intense. Her member ejaculated a thicker form of Twilight’s normal ejaculate, filling Fluttershy from inside, while her honeypot spilled its contents all over Rarity’s sofa and floor, though it’s not like many people would have noticed the scent of grapes over the overpowering scent of lemon squares pervading from Fluttershy. The Pegasus didn’t put up a fight when Twilight conjured up a magical hammock for them to lie in, and after a few minutes of magical cleanup, it was like nothing had ever happened, save for the pervading aroma of sex filling the room.

Fluttershy was the little spoon in the hammock, and Twilight’s member was still hanging around, tucked down the leg of her pants. “... So… Do you want to make this a regular thing? I mean, I-It was pretty nice…” Twilight stroked Fluttershy’s wing sensually, the cocoa still guiding some of her actions.

Fluttershy wrung her hands. “... I-I… I don’t know, Twilight…”

“We can go a little slower next time. Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, okay?”

Fluttershy had a hard time deciding whether she’d just been raped or if she was okay with what had happened. On one hand, Twilight was one of her best friends and tended to be the most understanding, but on the other hand, she’d wanted to save her cherry for her special somepony. Then Fluttershy thought about Twilight being that pony.

“... O-Okay…” She paused for a long moment before asking, “Twilight? W-Would you have done it with… With someone else?”

Twilight blushed from where Fluttershy couldn’t see and buried her face in her wings. “I-I think the only reason I was okay with it was because it’s… Well, because it’s you.” She murmured into Fluttershy’s wings.

That made Fluttershy smile, though she panicked a little when she heard hoofsteps coming down the stairs from Rarity’s second story. Twilight dispelled the hammock and they flew over to the still-sodden sofa to try and pretend like they hadn’t just gotten done bucking each other's brains out. They looked at each other and made the most awkward small talk that has ever been made between two females of any species.

Applejack came within speaking distance and called out, “So y’all buckin’ just anywhere, or is it because it’s Rarity’s place?”
Fluttershy was horrified and Twilight was thunderstruck, neither of them having a response for Applejack.

Author's Note

Pumpin' these bitches out like it's easy shit.

Stay Cool, Kids

Fashionista Versus Farmgirl

Fashion Diva Versus Farm Girl

Rarity was taking her time in coming back with the minty liqueur, so Applejack went looking for her because she was getting hot underneath all of her layers and she was looking forward to taking a few of them off. She found Rarity in her upstairs kitchen, having left Twilight and Fluttershy to take care of themselves since Rainbow and Pinkie were probably gearing up for a prank. That, or they were bucking each other. Applejack knew for a fact that both women had a track record that wouldn’t put the latter out of the realm of possibilities, which almost made her flip a bit to see if the coin toss would call whatever they were up to.

Applejack sipped her cocoa until she came up behind Rarity and tapped her on the shoulder, making the fashionista jump and land on her hooves with a light clop. “Applejack! You scared the dickens out of me, you orange oaf!”

AJ rolled her eyes. “Keep it up and I’ll tell Fluttershy that you’re jumpier than she is. Where’s the liquor, Rares?”

Rarity held up a bottle of peppermint schnapps. “I trust you won’t drink me dry?” She asked, an odd intonation in her voice.

Applejack’s cheeks pinked a little and she tried to find a gentle deflection, but ended up saying, “I won’t leave ya with a drop, dependin’ on how ya want it.”

Both women flushed and cleared their throats, but Rarity recovered first, pouring a few shots into her mug before offering the bottle to Applejack. “Seriously though; save some for the others.”

Applejack chuckled and added a few shots into her own mug. “I know how to share, Rares. I also know how to drink, and it’s best done with a little company and a lotta jokes, so why don’t we let me get out of these hot clothes and slip into somethin’ more comfortable?”

“A-Applejack! You are not allowed to go nude in my shop!" Rarity objected, but it came out half-hearted at best. A small part of Rarity wouldn’t have minded at all to see Applejack in the buff, but she tried to quell that side of her with lady-like lectures on etiquette and manners.

Applejack heard the dishonesty in her foil’s voice, but what she wasn’t understanding was how the two straightest women in their circle of friends were hinting at bucking each other without a care in the world. Her chest felt warm and so did her throat as she said, “I have a hard time believein’ that you wouldn’t sneak a peek for your own little purposes.”

Rarity’s face remained bright red as she took a sip of her cocoa. “... I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about. If you wish to undress, you can use my room. I do have unworn items that you might find… Rustic, enough for your tastes.”

The cowfilly raised a brow at the seamstress. “You got undies that I would actually wear in your room?”

“They were a part of a phase of sorts. They do look excellent on the right posterior.” Rarity commented subtly.

Applejack looked back at her tail and the eye-catching muscles on either side of it. “As long as it ain’t a thong. Momma don’t do thongs.”

“Momma should do thongs. With your physique, your panty lines are always rather visible, Applejack.” Rarity said, not needing magic cocoa to make her nag somepony.

The farm girl gave exactly no bucks about Rarity’s current opinion. “At least you know I’m wearin’ em. Is it really more tacky to have a guarantee rather than a guess on whether or not a mare’s got her knickers on?”

Rarity was a little stuck for an answer, so Applejack took her victory in stride and lead the way to Rarity’s room, though the owner of said room was insistent that she be the first one in since having someone else go into your room before you is just weird. Applejack was used to it from having to share a room with family over the years at different get togethers, but the feeling wasn’t lost on her, and she made her amusement apparent. As Rarity lead her near polar opposite to her delicates wardrobe, she couldn’t help but wonder if she could convince Applejack to try on more than one pair for her. It wouldn’t hurt anything, so Rarity decided to try her luck by gathering a few samples in different colors.

Applejack looked at the multitude of panties in Rarity’s hands and the glint in her eyes. Those two things were enough to make her ask, “Uh, Rares? Do ya really think I need to try all those on?”

Rarity panicked a little and gave her a nervous smile. “Why, it’s not as though I’m ever going to wear these, Applejack. Consider them a gift, and good riddance at that. None of these colors ever would have went with my mane!”

The farmer took the underwear from her increasingly suspect friend with few delusions about Rarity’s true intent. “... Ya wanna watch me try em’ on and see... If they fit, dontcha.” It wasn’t much of a question.

The snowy mare blushed at the ease in which Applejack had cast her ruse aside. “Ah-ha. Ha ha, ah, no, I-I was simply trying to give a friend a gift is all!”

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the sexual tension that existed bewteen the two anyway- No, wait, actually it was most likely due to the combination of alcohol and magic cocoa. Applejack didn’t seem to mind that Rarity had tried to trick her into showing off a little bit, and the more she thought about the idea, the more appealing it sounded. As Applejack warmed to the idea of trying on things for the sake of showing off the body she’d crafted from years of hard labour, Rarity was nearly breaking a sweat over her friend’s nonchalant reaction to her suggestion that had been riddled with salacious intent. Rarity would have been chewing her nails if she hadn’t just gotten one of the best manicures of her life.

Applejack had enough time to think and eventually said, “Ya know what? I’m gonna let it work. I kinda wanna see what my butt looks like in these.”

Rarity blinked and swallowed hard, her mouth having filled at the thought of Applejack in coltshorts. “W-Well, the partition is- A-Applejack! Stop stripping here!” Rarity cried.

The immodest farm filly already had her jeans around her hooves. “I ain’t got nothin’ ya ain’t seen before, Rares. Hay, ya’ve seen me naked a thousand times!”

“W-Well that was in the company of the others a-and-” Rarity eyed Applejack as she came closer, licking her lips at the smirk she was wearing.

Applejack gave Rarity a quick kiss because she knew what she wanted, and she was wanting a piece of the vanilla cakes behind Rarity. The cocoa was in full effect due to Applejack's insane metabolism, hard won through rigorous and dutiful labor. She still wanted to go through the pretenses, but the farmer was ready to plow Rarity’s fields. “Ya don’t gotta be dishonest with yourself, Rares. You’re thrilled, I’m gettin’ a little hot, and we’re alone up here. Lemme put a little show on for ya, Sugarcube.”

Rarity gulped again, and it wouldn't be the last time in the coming hour. “I suppose I should trust you to keep me honest with my feelings. I wouldn’t mind watching if you don’t mind showing.”

AJ patted her cheek and took a couple of steps back before she folded herself slowly at the waist, making sure to catch Rarity’s eye as she arched her back slightly and made her already impressive bottom seem even more tempting. Even in the least attractive pair of underwear possible, Applejack’s flank was still a force to be reckoned with, and when she took the atrocious thermals off by hooking her thumbs into the waist and dragging them down inch by inch,. It was all Rarity could do to not go over and make Applejack hers for the night.

Rarity held the spare pairs of panties while Applejack tried on the first pair. They were a maroon number that Rarity thought clashed terribly with Applejack’s coat, but made her rear look enticing like never before. Applejack liked the fit, just not the shade of red, which lead to a few more shades of red being tried. Rarely did any of Rarity's works make Applejack seem any less divine, but they'd yet to find just the right pair. They swapped swatches and Rarity handed her an orange pair that was a paler version of her coat and they were both in love with how they looked and fit. Applejack was fond of how she felt like a frontal wedgie was a thing of the past and Rarity was enchanted by the curvature of Applejack's moon, asstronomy quickly becoming one of her favorite pastimes. It didn’t take long for Rarity’s willpower to give out entirely, and due to the combination of scrumptious potions and minty delights, she was powerless against her desire to cop a feel of Applejack’s lovely bottom.

The orange mare didn’t mind one bit and gave Rarity a steamy smile. “Gettin’ a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

Rarity steeled her nerves and got bold, grasping Applejack’s bottom with her other hand as well. “With a posterior as seductive as yours, I daresay that this was a foregone conclusion after thirty seconds flew by, Applejack. You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if you didn’t take this delightful little piece of eye candy off.”

Applejack chuckled for a moment before she turned and started a kiss that began with innocent enough little smooches that quickly turned into lustful, lewd tongue wrestling that was accompanied by exploration. It’d been a moment that was a long time coming, and the rest of the girls had been well aware of the fact that Rarity and Applejack were eventually going to get together. The only thing was that they were the ones who didn’t know it, and even as they consummated their love/hate relationship, a star was born from a black hole and a new solar system was created; proof of their fates being entwined.

Rarity fondled Applejack’s breast’s through her thick flannel shirt until she had the presence of mind to start unbuttoning it. Applejack didn’t want to interrupt her important work, but Rarity’s almost ridiculously soft flank was begging to be squeezed, so she complied with the flank’s demands and sank her fingers into Rarity’s pillowy, marshmallowy flesh. The luxurious quality of her bottom wasn’t unlikle a gel foam, and the sheer, tangible value of such a fine backside wasn’t lost on Applejack. However, the simple beauty of her own choice in undergarments was lost on Rarity, but she made short work of the obstruction anyway and submitted to Applejack’s advances when her turn came.

The farm girl knew how to treat a lady from her wild youth, so she was careful in relieving Rarity of her blouse, but her skirt was dropped and cast aside without a second thought. Personally, Applejack thought that Rarity’s lacy black lingerie was a little much, but she did think that it looked nice and she was all too happy to take it off, much like Rarity had been with her own choice in underwear. Unlike Rarity, however, Applejack tended to take initiative in romantic encounters, so she lead her lover to the most obvious place for love-making, trading kisses back and forth as they walked up and as they climbed onto Rarity's Canterlot Queen sized bed

Applejack slipped her fingers between Rarity’s legs and rubbed the soft flesh therein as Rarity caressed her breasts, waffling on whether or not Applejack would like it rough or if she would be a gentle loving kind of mare. Applejack wasn't fond of being mare-handled, and it showed in the way she kissed Rarity; slowly and with supressed conviction, like she had a plan for bringing her the best she had to offer. Little did Applejack know that she did have a tendency to follow the same general procedure for sex, but it’s not like it was important since it was the first time she was giving Rarity the finger and either of them were both happy about it.

With plenty to keep her busy, Applejack slipped a finger inside of Rarity and the aristocratic mare moaned softly into her partner’s mouth; an occurrence that happened a few more times as Applejack toyed with her, preparing her for a second finger. Rarity was fine with the proceedings, but she had a suggestion. “Darling, why don’t we bring some toys into the equation? I keep mine clean and I’m sure there’s something you’d like.”

Applejack gave her a little smile. "I wouldn’t complain one bit if ya wanted to bring somethin’ to the table. Lay it on me.”

Rarity gave her a lewd grin and a kiss before dashing off to her hiding place to grab her box of goodies. She returned quickly enough with a vibrating wand, a wired vibrator, and she even brought a little electric wand that she liked to use on herself from time to time. Applejack only recognized the little ovular vibrator, but she didn’t doubt that Rarity could operate the rest of the strange things just fine. Now that Rarity had the momentum, she talked Applejack into letting her take care of the country mare first, and with her vibrating wand in hand, Rarity showed Applejack the joys of different toys. Applejack had a plain rubber dildo that she kept for tough times, but the vibrator was new to her, and she enjoyed the feeling more than Rarity knew.

Before a minute had passed, Applejack lower lips were dripping with her arousal and her scent was filling the air, warm apple pie taking up every millimeter of space in Rarity’s nose. As she gently stroked the vibrator up and down the length of Applejack’s slit, she stopped at her clit and entrance to make little revolutions that drove her partner wild every time she did more than three little circles. She thought that teasing Applejack’s breasts at the same time would be a nice touch, and it was one that the orange mare certainly appreciated before and during her first climax. Her loud moans of approval were heard by Pinkie and Rainbow in the room directly below them, but they were otherwise preoccupied when the other pair had started making their noises.

Rarity let Applejack recover, though she delayed the process by licking Applejack clean with long, purposeful strokes of her tongue. At first the cowfilly thought that Rarity was just doing clean up, but then she penetrated her with her tongue and the message became clear: Rarity was no slouch when it came to pleasing a mare, but no one other than she and Fleur de Lis would ever know where she acquired her skill-set. She’d already performed a part of her routine, so she nibbled on Applejack’s labia to she how she’[d respond to it.

Her wide eyes and rapidly shaking head said that she wasn’t a fan.

Applejack tried to switch positions with Rarity, but the white mare wanted to show her a good time, so she trailed her tongue up the middle of Applejack’s orchard and convinced her partner to let her have another chance. Applejack relaxed and Rarity bagan again, using the dextrous nature of her tongue to roll it into a totally tubular shape. Applejack thought that the sensation was a little odd at first, but then Rarity’s lips made contact with her mons and she felt Rarity’s tongue undulate from side to side. Applejack herself wasn’t sure if she was fond, but her body was certainly chemically and magically inclined to like it, so she was happy enough to wait until her surprisingly skilled friend pulled something else out of the bag. Rarity’s next trick came in the form of something that Applejack was immediately enamoured with, and that was the feeling of Rarity fanning her tongue out and using it as a scoop to rub her inner walls. It was an incredibly short span from Rarity's altered technique beginning to Applejack's second climax, but it took nearly thirty seconds for her to let go of Rarity’s head.

Rarity took a moment to breathe before sighing. “I can’t say that I was terribly fond of apple pie before today. You’ve won me over, Darling.” She chuckled breathlessly.

Applejack barked out a couple of chuckles. “Sugarcube, where’d you learn to munch a mare like that?”

Rarity blushed and propped herself up on Applejack’s thighs for a kiss. “Trade secret. I’m sure you understand.”

The cowgirl leaned into the kiss with a certain amount of fervor, her hooves still vaguely tingling with the aftershocks of the thunderous orgasm Rarity had just given her. She was a little grossed out by tasting herself on Rarity’s tongue, but the cocoa pushed the thought aside and her libido pushed other thoughts to the front, like what to do with Rarity’s perky breasts. Applejack took the elegant mare to be one for genteel preparation and fine-tuned teasing, which the cowgirl could definitely do since she'd been so very kind, but when Rarity’s squeezed Applejack’s hands and moaned into her mouth, the farmer was surprised by the amount of force the dainty seamstress was asking her to apply.

Rarity was thrilled when Applejack decided to test her limits for herself and used her Earth Pony strength combined with a somewhat short lifetime of working on a farm to give Rarity exactly what she wanted. The apple flavoured mare grasped Rarity’s breasts hard enough to make the pale mare gasp, but the moan that followed was more than enough incentive to convince her to treat Rarity like she’d always wanted. Applejack herself was unaware of her mild dominatrix streak, but her past lovers were all too aware of the fact that the farm girl could get out of hand as the time wore on. Meanwhile, Rarity tended to lose interest since few enough ponies were willing to escalate to where she wanted to go.

Something within the proper mare made her break her kiss with Applejack, and it was definitely the cocoa. “Applejack, darling? C-Could I ask something of you?”

Applejack made a frustrated face and rolled Rarity’s nipples between her fingers, hoping that she wasn’t about to back out of getting a little rougher. “Ya know I’ll always listen, Rares, but unless you’re about to tell me that we’re gettin’ even kinkier ,then I dunno if I care to hear it, moment withstandin’ o' course.”

Rarity leaned in for another kiss, but pulled away before Applejack got the wrong idea. “Applejack, you might be the one pony strong enough to dominate me like I truly desire.”

The perplexed agrarian blinked a few times. “I dunno whatcher talkin’ about, but it sounds like fun.”

Rarity gave her a short smooch so she could gather her thoughts. “If I asked you to spank me, would you?”

“I’ve been tempted without it bein’ kinky.” Applejack said cheekily.

Rarity rolled her eyes and tried to bait her. “I have a feeling that you’re only strong enough to rule; not mean enough. You lack the ravishing assertiveness, the lack of compassion, and I rather doubt that you’d be willing to disregard the majority of what you know of me now.”

The cocoa influenced Applejack’s mind and the magic within the brew was pissed off that Rarity was effectively ending their little tryst before it could even get good. Pissed off magic is bad in most cases, but with the cocoa, it was linked directly to the host’s desires and the target’s tastes, so when Applejack snatched a handful of Rarity’s mane and pulled her head back so she could bite her neck, Rarity was thrilled and filled with hopes abound. Her dose of the potion had been weaker, but it’s not like it would have let her walk away from Applejack anyway. She’d taunted the bull and was receiving the horns in both holes, but some ponies are just okay with that.

Applejack dragged Rarity off of her own bed and shoved her, not even sure what was making her be so mean to her friend in the first place. “Alright ya buckin’ nag. Ya got sixty seconds to find me a switch, a cane, or a paddle. Or else.”

Rarity’s heart pounded as she lie naked on the floor, her sex enflamed and dripping it’s nectar down onto the floor. “Or else what?” She challenged, her voice full of defiance.

Applejack strode up to her and smacked her, testing the waters. “Or else I see how much you can take before ya call me Mistress.”

The sophisticated, generally pretentious mare bit back a smile and said, “You couldn’t make me call you ‘Mistress’ if you-” Applejack slapped her other cheek, making her head whip to the side, unlike the first slap. Rarity was a little shaken, but her resolve couldn’t have wavered any less if it was cemented in concrete, wrapped in steel, and existed in an anti-gravity vacuum.

Applejack watched Rarity get up and present herself to her with the intent to turn that flank a bright red, not unlike the apples that she grew. The only thing stopping Applejack from seizing Rarity’s hindquarters and burying her face into the area she desired for her tongue to fill was the vague inclination that Rarity would much prefer to be abused than wooed at the moment. When Rarity walked around the room came back to Applejack empty handed with a smirk on her face, one of them knew what was about to happen, and the other was going to enjoy it immensely. Applejack gave Rarity a dire look that made the pale mare excited beyond belief for what was about to happen, and when the slap came that could have been heard throughout the shop (If everypony wasn't otherwise occupied, that is) came, Rarity’s face blossomed in pain, but she couldn’t stop her hand from traveling down to her pussy so she could ease the burning ache that had correlated with the strike.

The first blow had sent Rarity staggering, but the back hand that followed sent her to the floor, her hooves crossed up as she stumbled about. Applejack had gotten her a little too hard, but Rarity’s limits were around the area and she wasn’t afraid to hoof the line a little as long as Applejack take it much further. The cocoa picked up on Rarity’s extremely mild discomfort and coaxed Applejack into lowering the volume a little, so to speak, so when Rarity picked herself up, Applejack didn’t grab her ears too hard.

“Last warning. Bring me what I asked for or I start throwing punches.” Applejack said, her voice sounding far more aggressively inclined than she actually was. She may have threatened to do real damage to Rarity, but no amount of the potion the girls had gotten would allow them to go that far out of their own personal boundaries.

Rarity gave her a dopey smile. “Why, you say that as if it’s a threat, darling.”

Applejack was lost since the only way she really knew how to hurt people involved punching, spanking, bucking (With her hooves), and harsh words. “... You’re some kinda bucked up little filly, arentcha?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking-” Rarity began shorty before Applejack sent a heavy hook into her left kidney.

It wasn’t a substantial blow, but it was harder than Rarity had been ever before. The slaps notwithstanding, Rarity had only been spanked by a few ponies and slapped by even fewer, but the first piece of real pain she ever received was enough to have her hooked. She gasped and held her side when Applejack hit her, but the look of absolute lust and puregluttony on her face told Applejack that she’d found Rarity’s sweet spot. She’d already known that the snobby sub was into being hurt, so she used that information and chose to get another fistful of Rarity’s mane and drag her back over to the mare’s own garish bed since she was going to dole out punishment her way.

Applejack shoved Rarity’s face into the soft, downy comforter and said, “Stay.” She held Rarity there for a few second before letting go, and lo’ and behold; the mare did stay. Applejack stroked Rarity’s sex and tasted the vanilla honey she’d collected. “Naughty little filly like you doesn’t just need a spanking. Way I see it, ya need a little more ‘beatin’’ in your life ta help ya with this nasty, nasty little kink you’ yours, so I’m gonna,” Applejack reached as far back as she could and swung hard, planting her hooves on the floor and swiveling with her hips, “help ya be a good little filly from now on, okay?” Applejack swung with the opposite hand this time, but the strike was no less fierce, and Rarity’s second moan of approval was no less erotic.

In her comfort zone, Applejack was a dom to be reckoned with, and Rarity recognized that. Each blow was consistent; each gap within a second of each other. It had nothing to do with the cocoa at all: Applejack’s mastery of the whoopin’ was well founded in her being one of the main foalsitters whenever her massive family got together, though she’d never had a reason to hit anypony quite so hard. Nor had anypony ever enjoyed it besides Babs, but that’s a different story.

Applejack didn’t care that her hands were aching because she was actually having some fun making her handprints pop up on Rarity’s bottom. If she hit different places in just the right way, she could make her sub’s bountiful bottom bounce beautifully before yet another red reminder of her effort showed up. Rarity was soaking in the mounting ache in each of her well padded glutes with every single one of Applejack’s perfectly timed spanks, pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she could find any higher pleasure than the constant stream she was already receiving. The minutes rolled by as neither of them tired of the simple though sensual act, but Applejack had an idea that had been brewing in her mind for exactly seventeen spanks, and then eighteen. However, the nineteenth was the one that Applejack altered her stance for. With intent to thrill, Applejack brought her hand up for a swing and hit Rarity directly between the legs, but she didn’t let the slap slide off of Rarity's sticky lips. Instead, Applejack let her aching hand hold Rarity's sex for the sake of pushing her over the edge, though AJ herself winced inwardly at the thought of being hit there herself.

The fashionista let loose a cry of excruciating euphoria that started high and melodious, though she grew a little louder when Applejack introduced her thumb into her quim. It then turned more amusing than amorous when the farmfilly thought she’d be funny and insert a finger into Rarity’s rear mid-climax, but little did she know that Rarity was fond of said finger. If she’d been expecting it, Rarity might have asked Applejack to do two at once, but missed opportunities have a funny way of showing up again sometimes. Sadly, the cocoa’s initial magicks were petering out and the false libido the mares had been fed was fading with the fore-effects. However, the after-effects were still rolling, even as Applejack sucked Rarity’s juices off of her thumb and let her rest for a few moments.

“Not ta break character or nothin’, but are you alright, sugarcube?”Applejack asked, a little worried since Rarity had stopped making noises.

Rarity sighed happily. “Be a dear and help your poor little victim onto the bed, will you?”

Applejack chuckled as she did as was requested before joining Rarity on the bed. “I don’t never wanna hear about you breakin’ a nail again.”

“Oh, posh. It’s a different matter entirely, my dear Apple… Apple…”

“Applejack?” The orange mare deadpanned.

“No, no! I was trying to come up with a pet name that one of your family members hasn't already taken.”

Applejack scoffed. “Good luck thinkin’ of one related to apples. Still though… Are we makin’ this a thing, or…?”

Rarity thought about it for like, two seconds. “Applejack, think about it; we are near polar opposites. We bicker back and forth constantly, we rarely agree on anything, and we have so little in common that the idea of us sharing interests is almost laughable.”

“So you’re in, right?” The apple flavored one asked.

“It’s not like the relationships that were supposed to go well ever did. We’ll see what happens, I suppose.” Rarity answered loftily

Applejack firmly grasped it. It being Rarity’s plump, swollen, tender posterior. At Rarity’s squeak-turned-moan, she asked, “You were saying?”

“Hmm~ You still can’t make me call you Mistress.” Raritease jeered.

The farmer brought a hand down on Rarity’s cheek lazily. “We got time for that.”

Both of them started as they remembered that they shouldn't have time for that, and Rarity scrambled to face Applejack, each of their faces a bright, glowing red. In unison they gasped, “The others.”

Applejack scrambled off of the bed first and threw her clothes on in a hurry, picking a random pair of normal panties to wear while Rarity fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Applejack being used to rushing meant that she was done first, though it didn’t help at all that Rarity’s slow streak usually came out the worst in the time she spent getting dressed and doing her makeup. Thankfully, she’d decided to use stains and easier to remove makeup earlier in the morning, but she still took forever (By Applejack’s and most other pony’s standards) to get ready and that was even with Applejack helping her with her hair. Once Rarity was ready and a little perfume had been applied, the pair of women exited Rarity’s room and headed downstairs, but there were a couple of scents on the air when they entered the front of the shop that made Applejack chuckle.

When the farmer laid eyes on her two previously virgin friends, she had to ask, “So are y’all buckin’ just anywhere, or is it because it’s Rarty’s place?”

Twilight and Fluttershy both lit up like Hearth’s Warming Day trees and sputtered as Rarity gasped. “Girls! You didn’t do it out here, did you!? I mean, why!?”

“R-Rarity, i-i-i-it’s not what you think!” Twilight protested.

“Twilight Sparkle, it reeks of sex in my foyer!” Rarity exclaimed. “I know it wasn’t Applejack and myself, and I don’t see Pinkie and Rainbow- Wait, where are Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash?” Suspicion creeped into Rarity’s voice.

Applejack hummed for a second. “Ten bits says they’re goin’ at it. Eight bits to the mare who finds ‘em?”

Rarity fixed a glare at Applejack, but they both knew that it was and was always going to be ineffective as it has been since the first time. “I’ll give you ten bits if you spank both of them.”

“Knowin’ Pinkie, she might like it.” The orange mare replied flatly.

The door to the back of Rarity’s shop swung open with Rainbow leading the way and Pinkie nowhere to be seen. “Yo, any of you seen Pinkie?”

Rarity breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Celestia. No, we haven’t seen Pinkie, but there is most certainly news to be shared.”

Twilight and Fluttershy huddled together on the sofa they’d recently had sex on and traded fearful looks while Applejack looked on in amusement. “Y’all know ya ain’t in trouble, right?”

Rarity scoffed. “I would definitely say that they are!”

Rainbow looked at the disheveled pair of mares, then at the standing pair. “So who bucked?” She asked, knowing half of the answer.

“Everypony ‘cept you and Pinkie apparently.” Applejack replied bluntly.

Rarity choked on her own saliva (And possibly some of Applejack’s) before spouting, “Applejack! Did you really need to say that!?”

Dash looked at Applejack’s nonplussed face, then to Rarity’s horrified countenance. “So you two finally hooked up? Tartarus yeah, dudes!”

“What do you mean finally?” Applejack and Rarity asked in tandem.

Rainbow gave them a droll look, but it was Twilight who answered with, “Everypony knows that you two fight so much because you can’t stand not being together. It might be a subconscious thing, but everypony around town thinks that you two would make a good couple.”

Fluttershy held Twilight’s hand. “I-If you were, y-you could go on do-double dates with us… I-If you want…”

Rarity blushed and cleared her throat. “That does sound rather nice, but don’t you think that including Pinkie and Rainbow-”

“Yeah, no. Pinkie and I are doing the FWB thing. We’re not exactly gonna go on a triple date, so have at it.” Rainbow said nonchalantly.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “I think what Rarity’s tryin’ ta say is that we all need to get together and buck.”

Rarity hit her for that. “Applejack, you know full and quite well that I would never-”

“Ask me to spank you?” The country mare took the easiest shot of her life and Rarity's jaw dropped.

Rainbow started snickering and Twilight perked up at that. She liked the sound of spanking both ways, and even though her clitoris had shrank back down to size over time, she was pretty sure that it would be back. Applejack started talking about how Rarity was in bed and had to pry the mare off of her to keep speaking while her friends save for Pinkie either blushed or giggled at some of the things Applejack said. Fluttershy caught some bravery and mentioned that Twilight’s cock was a little scary, which blew three minds in one sentence, but before the obvious could happen, Pinkie Pie trudged in through the snowdrift in front of Rarity’s shop bearing snacks and alcohol.

“I’m back! Did everypony have their fun already?” Pinkie asked excitedly.

Applejack was casually stroking Twilight as she said, “I think we’re still havin’ it.”

Author's Note

Unexpectedc night off means I get to polish and publish. A little pumping, fluffing, and faffing all went into this one. I don't know if I'll do a futa chapter, so comment on that matter.