Back at Canterlot Castle, Molestia had finally decided to stop and rest in her private study. The crackling of the fire added to the ambience as a sound canceling spell blocked the downpour outside. Her right hind leg was lifted into the air as she daintily sipped a cup of tea. Sitting in her lap with his back spines against her belly was the young drake. He was using those magnificent claws of his to stroke her giant horse cock to full erection. She gave a soft giggle as she took note of the way his tiny twig of a cock stabbed into her great oak. But that was drowned out by her moan as his sharp little fingers glided along her length.

“Should I give ponies hands?” Molestia asked.

“Say what?”

“Hands. Yours are just so… nngh,” she groaned as a tremor shot up her spine. Her flare was oozing a steady stream of pre under Spike’s tender attention. “Magic, hooves, mouths, and other orifices all have their strengths and weaknesses, and all ponies have their own preferences, but hands!” She shuddered. “Sweet me! They might as well have their own weight class.”

“Also hooves provide less than adequate ear and pussy scratches.”

“Yes! Thank you, Luna. That is an excellent point.”

Luna was sitting opposite her sister, also laying down and drinking soda straight from the can. Such an action was somewhat undignified, especially for a princess, but that was exactly what made it so fun for the young royal. Thought the dancing of the fire’s light across her coat was quite lovely to behold.

Spike smirked. Molestia was having another of her special little ideas. Trying to talk her out of it would just make things worse, especially if sensible counter points weren’t offered delicately enough and she got defensive. Twilight was still traumatized after the incident with the pony made of living cheese. For his own sanity, the drake could only indulge the fantasy and hope she forgot about it later.

“You’d seriously rather stick your dick in my hands than a pussy?”

“Pussy hands!” Luna exclaimed. “A pussy that acted like a normal pussy, but also had hands inside.”

Molestia’s jaw fell agape. “Luna… That’s brilliant!”

Goddess dammit! Not another one! Spike bemoaned, hoping the pair were too preoccupied with each other to read his mind.

Molestia held up her hoof. “No, wait! It’s coming to me,” she said as the idea took shape. “Keep stroking, Spike. I’m almost there.”

Ever the loyal one, Spike dutifully attended the princess’ cock with increased vigor. It was no different than when he would finger or jerk off Twilight, only bigger than his entire body.

“Yes. Yes, I see it now,” Molestia informed. “Not just hands in the pussy, but… an entire body. Yes! There is a creature. It has hands. And it lives inside of a mare’s pussy.” A manic grin slowly grew to encompass more and more of the alicorn’s face, forming the stuff of nightmares for any weak mind that would dare look upon it. “A symbiotic species that lives within the pussy, and uses its long, tender claws to massage cocks to coax out the nourishing jizz it needs to survive. Its genius!”

“It really is,” Spike praised, demonstrating that his skill as an ass kisser was both figurative and literal. “But what if the mare is a lesbian who doesn’t like cock?”

Molestia froze.

“Then the pussy dwelling symbiont just won’t go to her,” Luna answered. “It will be purely voluntary for mares to offer themselves up as hosts, and we’ll include pamphlets encouraging them to have lots of dick-in-pussy sex to feed the symbionts.”

“Which could be marketed as pets!” Molestia added, her enthusiasm having returned with full force.

“How about this?” Luna quickly sketched out an image and held up for her sister and the first male to fuck her since her exorcism by gang rape. She beamed, more than pleased with herself at bringing her imaginings to life through her art.

“It looks like a gerbil with disproportionately long arms,” Molestia stated bluntly.

“That’s a gerbil? How can you tell?”

“The ears.” Molestia pointed. “See. They’re round, like a rodent’s.”

“Just looks like a blob with big sticks coming out, to me.”

“Oh, screw the both of you!” Thoroughly incensed, Luna made some quick adjustments to her sketch. “There. How about this?”

“Much better detail,” Molestia praised. “But the hands look a bit too claw-like, like they’re meant to menace rather than massage.”

“And are you sure you want it to be so fuzzy?” Spike added. “If it lives inside a pussy…”

“The fur would obviously be designed to be water repellant,” Molestia cut in. “Like a duck’s feathers. The right balance of fuzz would add to the creature’s cuteness factor.”

Luna beamed. “At least somepony gets it.”

“But what about the proportions?” Spike insisted. “How exactly is a thing like that supposed to fit?”

Thinking on this, Molestia grabbed from some nearby parchment. She drew a rough copy of Luna’s sketch, but added the silhouette of a pony around it. “Indeed. The hands would need to be rather substantial if they are to offer a proper hand job, but that does not seem feasible given the limited space of the average mare’s vagina.”

“Perhaps magic, then?” Luna suggested.

Molestia tapped her chin. “Perhaps, if the species were to generate its own magic. Having unicorns constantly apply a malleability spell would be terribly tedious for most consumers.”

“What about mares who like the feel of being bloated with cum?” Spike asked, recalling some of Pinkie’s stories. “I don’t think they’d be too eager for this. And while maybe you could also give them to stallions,” Spike trailed off a second as the alicorns leaned in, “I think Twi once told me that assholes and pussies don’t really react exactly the same to magic, so whatever the spell is, it’d have to be pretty complex.

Both princesses blinked owlishly at one another.

“This idea appears to be fundamentally flawed,” Molestia deadpanned.

“Agreed. Perhaps we should send it to the royal researchers?” Luna suggested. Using the pioneers at the forefront of magical advancement as the bin for all of their bad ideas had never failed them in the past.

“Agreed.” Molestia took both parchments, rolled them up in her magic, and held them up to the drake’s face. “If you would?”

Spike scrunched his face in confusion. “Uh, I only know how to send stuff back and forth between you and Twilight.”

“I am aware,” Molestia said evenly, the corners of her mouth struggling not to grin.

With a roll of his eyes, Spike complied and belched a gust of green flame that burnt the scrolls to cinders. He could already imagine Twilight running around in an absolute tizzy once she received her latest ‘assignment’, for she would interpret it no other way. No doubt many sleepless nights would be devoted to bringing this pussy gremlin to life, as well as making it marketable for the masses, two fields that Twilight had never been strong in. Spike was already setting a mental timer for when Twilight would be pushed to the limit and he’d have to secretly contact Molestia to get her to admit that it was just a joke… again. However, before the smoke could fly off towards Ponyville, Molestia fired a bolt of magic that redirected it downward to the labs. Spike gave a defeated sigh, knowing he could do nothing about being screwed with yet again.

“You are too harsh on the little ones,” Luna chided as she magically snatched Spike up and brought him into her own arms, cradling him like an infant. “If they are to grow up healthy and stable, you need to give them tender affection and positive reinforcement.” She pressed her lips against his belly and blew, making him kick and giggle. “Fuck them without fucking with them.”

Molestia held a hoof to the side of her mouth. “Don’t be fooled,” she stage whispered. “Her words might sound sweet, but that’s just her excuse to finally have a turn with you.”

Spike chuckled. “I’d kinda guessed that.”

The princess of the night blushed pink. “Well…. That is, um…”

Spike motioned to be let up and stood tall before the younger princess. “I don’t mind,” he informed serenely.

Luna felt like her heart could melt. Only the words of an innocent youth could make her feel this way. Her knees started to to tremble, but she merely followed Spike’s motioning to stay put. She watched him circle around behind her. He was giving his ass an enticing, bouncing and swaying in a way that made her salivate. However, she was pulled from her viewing by a magical hand that forced her to face her sister.

“Leave Spike to his work,” Molestia cooed. “Let him prove that his skills are worth all of this fuss.”

Luna swallowed audibly. Molestia’s magical grip wasn’t that strong. She could easily break away if she wanted, but couldn’t deny the innate thrill of not seeing what was happening.

Spike felt a whole meter taller at the way he was being talked up. While he didn’t have magic, being at Twilight’s side all his life had led him to studying under Molestia in every sense of the word. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders as he prepared.

Luna’s tail was already as high as it could be. Her snatch was drooling and her twitching anus looked like it wanted to give him a kiss. Her taut ass cheeks were twitching. Spike imagined that she wanted to change positions to something more comfortable. However, her butt being so near to the ground worked better for him, so he’d just have to demonstrate to her all that he could do.

***

By Twilight’s reckoning, the sleepover was going splendidly. They’d completed several rounds of truth or dare. As a result, she’d found herself wearing lacey dark violet socks and a pair of panties with a hole cut around the anus area. She would have been more proud of strutting her stuff in such a look, but she was too busy reeling with the embarrassment at the last truth she’d told. Shining had been helping her practice resisting the instant orgasm spell, only to apply a bit more power than young Twilight had prepared for. As a result, she creamed herself so hard that her little body had been rocketed up into the ceiling. She’d needed stitches after that, and the doctor, like her friends, simply refused to stop laughing.

Rarity’s tail and mane hung low from the weight of the rain water after having to go outside. Although her quaff had been ruined, Rarity had made lemons from lemonade, dancing as her wet mane swung and making bedroom eyes at the others. If nothing else, Rarity was a mare who knew how to look fabulous. She even maintained her dignity after confessing her first time with Big Mac. Her pride had gotten the best of her and she’d insisted on taking it up the ass, resulting in them being stuck together for almost an hour. AJ had only recently been able to resume normal breathing.

As for the apple mare, she couldn’t have been happier. Rarity had tried to break her with a few of Twilight’s larger dildos, but AJ had correctly pointed out that they were nothing compared to her brother. Feeling the call of the challenge, Twilight had then dared her to lay back and let the purple unicorn sit on her face until either she came or AJ tapped out. Twilight knew from the start she never stood a chance, but clearly she didn’t mind. Not even Rarity’s demands for embarrassing stories were enough. AJ had lived a proud life, treating even her mistakes as nothing worse than lessons to help improve herself.

The pillow fight had left the room a mess of feathers. Why Twilight had so many pillows just lying around was never questioned. Regardless, the battle had been fierce. Twilight’s magic was a formidable force, but AJ’s quick and precise kicks were nothing to scoff at. What Rarity lacked in power, she made up for in control, levitating multiple pillows at once and using them for both offense and defense. And somehow, amidst all the chaos of pillows flying all over the place, a perfect pillow fort had been constructed. Twilight even confirmed that the structure was up to code.

However, following such an ordeal, all three mares were thoroughly tuckered out and agreed it was time for bed. Twilight’s mattress was more than capable of holding the three of them. In general, pony bedding was built with the expectation of foursomes at minimum. Naturally, Twilight wrapped her hooves around AJ and held on for dear life as the big spoon. Craning her neck, the earth mare cooed at how cute the book worm looked, even as her purple cock poked at AJ’s balls between her legs. Far less appealing was the fact that AJ was in the middle of the bed. Between that and Twilight holding her in place, she had no choice but to stare at Rarity.

“What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Oh no. That look was not nothin’,” Rarity countered in a mocking imitation of AJ’s accent.

“Fine!” AJ whisper hissed, not wanting to wake Twilight. “Ah was jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout… what ya’ll were sayin’ before.”

Rarity snorted. “When? Was it when I called you a bumbling oaf? A classless bumpkin?”

AJ pursed her lips. “Actually… it was when ya’ll was talkin’ ‘bout bein’ a dom ‘n’ all that stuff ‘bout takin’ responsibility,” the earth mare admitted. “Ah… never knew that was a part of it.”

Rarity blinked. “Oh… Well, I suppose I must admit that, when I was trying to embarrass you during truth or dare, I was rather impressed by how easily you could admit to your own faults… especially to me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I don’t think I could ever do that. Being fabulous isn’t just a way of life, but a blood sport. You might think I’m kidding, but the fashion industry is cut-throat and without mercy. Feeling confident in your own beauty is certainly important, but one bad review is as good as a death sentence.”

“It’s not so different with the farm,” AJ replied. “One bad harvest can mean the difference between rationing heat lamps in the winter.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Rarity dismissed. “If I had a body like yours, I could just go right up to the nearest rich pony, sway my rump a little, and I’d be set for at least a month.”

AJ chuckled. “Maybe with a little makeup, Ah could jus’ wink ‘n’ get set up for two months.”

Rarity laughed as well. “Perhaps, but only a moderate amount. It might not be my preference, but your ‘country charm’ is critical to your appeal.”

“No kiddin’,” AJ joked, gesturing at the purple length poking out between her legs. Combined with her own erection, she looked as though she had two penises.

Rarity nodded her approval and agreement, but then her expression turned thoughtful. “Why have we never gotten along?”

AJ whickered. She supposed it was only a matter of time before one of them brought up the obvious. “Ah guess… the way ya’ll like ta tie up ponies jus’ seemed kinda, Ah don’t know, mean ta me.”

“But why? You have slaves.”

“That’s different ‘n’ you know it,” AJ countered defensively. “Mah slaves are with me cuz they want ta be. No pony needs to drug ‘em or anythin’ sketchy ta keep ‘em from escapin’.”

“But that’s part of the thrill,” Rarity insisted. “The chase is every bit as important as the catch, and my partners are every bit as pleased to be pursued. I help ponies see the freedom in giving themselves over to another. I act as a guide to a whole new experience of emotions that most never even consider.”

“An’ that’s what Ah think Ah didn’t understand, before,” AJ cut in. “Ah was always taught ta treat our slaves with respect, ta show ‘em how much Ah cared. It was… mutual, jus’ like going on a date with a free pony. Ah guess it jus’ never clicked with me that jus’ because ya tie a pony down ‘n’ spank ‘em senseless, that don’t mean ya don’t still care.”

Rarity pursed her lips. “I suppose I can’t really fault you for seeing me that way. I do come off a little strong, and it’s not like we ever really made the time to clear things up.”

AJ chuckled. “Ah guess bein’ the Elements of Debauchery kinda means we gotta make time.”

“Any job worth doing is worth doing right,” Rarity replied, only for her expression to dip. “And, if we’re being honest, I suppose I should admit that I’ve been a little,” she made a hesitant sound deep in her throat, “jealous of you.”

“Jealous!?” AJ could hardly believe her ears.

Rarity nodded reluctantly. “I love what I do, but its hardly easy. Subduing and binding ponies is a skill I’ve spent most of my life perfecting, and a passible quaff,” she batted at her mane, “takes a half hour minimum to shape, not to mention everything else in my beauty routine. If I did even half of your daily routine,” she gestured impotently at the orange mare, “I’d be an utter mess. A rancid, putrid thing that any sensible pony would turn up their nose to. You, by contrast, could smell of rotten cheese and still have ponies lining up to have their faces sat on.”

AJ licked her lips. “But… yer the prettiest mare in town!”

Rarity sighed despondently. “That’s sweet of you to say, but-”

“But nothin’!” AJ cut her off. “Everypony says so. Ya’ll might not hear it much cuz most o’ yer visitors are wearin’ a ball gag, but out in the market, yer the talk o’ the town. Day in ‘n’ day Ah hear folks talkin’ ‘bout Rarity’s latest due, or some stallion gushin’ at how ya winked at ‘im, or mares wonderin’ how ya get yer mane so shiny. Folks talk about ya so much it’s annoyin’.”

Rarity couldn’t help but smile at AJ’s kind words, knowing beyond doubt that they were more than empty flattery. Granted, she’d always known she was popular, but hearing it from apple horse just made it more real, somehow. Her work had paid off, and AJ thought she was pretty. Then she felt her gut tighten just a little. A guilt she’d been trying to ignore had bubbled to the surface. “Well, so long as we’re confessing, I suppose I ought to apologize for the… incident up on the mountain.”

“Apologize?”

“Indeed. I was put in charge of shaping your costume to increase your appeal,” explained the fashionista. “It was because of me that you-” An orange hoof upon her snoot rendered her silent.

“That weren’t yer fault,” assured AJ. “Ah might’ve been a little mad at the time, ‘n’ maybe said some things, but ah don’t hold it against ya. Ya did what we’d all thought was the best at the time ‘n’ fulfilled yer role. Ah really don’t see how ya could’ve done things differently.”

“Y-you mean it?” Rarity quivered, feeling a hundred pounds lighter as she stared into AJ’s enchanting green eyes.

AJ also trembled. She wanted to reply, but the intensity of Rarity’s gaze made all words fall short. Those were definitely goo-goo eyes, the sort she normally got from Twilight or prospective suitors. Deciding to do away with words, AJ fell back on her status as a mare of action and elected to plant a quick kiss on Rarity’s lips. The next thing she knew, just as she was pulling away, a white hoof had wrapped around the back of her head.

“Oh no you don’t.” Rarity’s tone was well beyond the capacity for negotiation or patience. She pulled AJ into a full mouth kiss, stabbing her tongue forward into the apple mare’s maw. Her saliva tasted sweet as their tongues tangled.

AJ recovered quickly from the initial shock. Not to be outdone, she moaned right back and pressed into the kiss. Her superior strength came in handy as she overpowered Rarity. She pulled the white unicorn in for a tight embrace while running her hooves down her trim figure. Rarity moaned and squeaked into the kiss, encouraging AJ to press the attack.

And then, just as things were getting good, a tree busted in through the window.

*CRASH*

“What the hell!?” Twilight demanded. Not only had she been violently forced from her bed, but twigs and branches were poking at her body in a manner most horrible. “And I was in the middle of a super-hot dream about AJ finally hooking up with Rarity, too!”

“That part might not have been a dream, sugar cube, but this is one nightmare ‘f a mess.”

“Where did it even come from?” Rarity whimpered as she carefully extracted herself from the cluster of branches. “Ah! Leaves in my hair!”

“Ah guess the cleanup crew missed a spot.” AJ pointed out the window to where half a tree stood in the rain.

“Oh no! This isn’t because I wasted so much time sprucing things up that I overlooked such a hazard!”

“Nah,” AJ replied plainly. “You ‘n’ I were stationed around the park where they thought the trees would make the biggest mess. Other teams handled the town.”

Rarity exhaled her relief. “Thank goodness. I’d have hated to give you justification for an ‘I told you so’.”

Taken aback at first, AJ briefly feared that all the progress she and Rarity had just made had been tossed out the window. Then fashion horse offered a smirk and a playful wink. “Shame, too. Ah was lookin’ forward ta givin’ ya one,” AJ replied good-naturedly. “Now what’s say we all work together to, uh…”

“De-tree the tree?” Rarity suggested.

“Couldn’t ‘f said it better mahself.”

Between the three mares, removing the uninvited tree was a simple matter. Twilight broke the main tree down into smaller more manageable pieces. AJ chucked those pieces right out the window, not noticing when an unseen mare cried out in pain after being hit in the head. And Rarity, finding her comfort zone, worked on cleaning up all of the smaller messes the tree had caused, thus prettifying the treebrary. With their job completed, the mares regarded one another.

“Call me crazy, but that little work out got me a little bit pumped,” AJ informed, prancing in place.

“Agreed. I fear I might be too overstimulated to go back to sleep,” Rarity added. “It makes a mare wonder. How should we go about-gah!” Before she could finish her thought, the great white priss had been tackled into the side of the pillow fort.

AJ smiled sweetly down at the unicorn beneath her. “Ya know, maybe it ain’t so bad havin’ another pony at yer mercy.”

Rarity giggled, squirming in place to better feel AJ’s body press against hers. “While I’m happy you’re finally seeing reason, it seemed rather rude to interrupt.”

AJ scoffed. “Oh please. Ya’ll was jus’ bull shittin’. We all knew where this was going.”

“We do?” Twilight asked, reminding the others that she was still there. “And why does it feel like I’m being left out of the conversation?”

“Terribly sorry about that, darling,” Rarity apologized. Her horn lit, but Twilight was unable to see anything happen, save for AJ changing her stance a little. “There’s a very simple explanation. You see, Twilight,” Rarity exchanged a quick look with the earth mare, “we were just-get her!”

AJ reared back, her lasso twirling overhead. Her animal instincts triggered, Twilight immediately bolted to flee. She made it almost an entire meter before the lasso had bound her four hooves together.

“Now reel her in,” Rarity commanded with a sadistic grin as she got back on all fours.

“You got it.” AJ complied, slowly dragging Twilight along the floor towards her captors.

Twilight managed to retrieve her book as she was pulled along and quickly skimmed through the pages. “I’m not seeing the part where we tie each other up,” she informed the others, never considering using her magic to break free. Before she knew it, she was tied to her bed in a manner reminiscent to her first encounter with Rarity, complete with velvet restraints, only minus the horn ring.

“Well, Apple Jack,” Rarity began. “You have our little Twilight Sparkle completely at your mercy. What would you like to do with her?”

Twilight tensed, finally dropping the book. She knew that being tied up and at Rarity’s mercy was scary, even if a bit exciting. But to be at AJ’s mercy? Was that different? Should she be scared? AJ wasn’t normally all that scary. Everything about her was usually so sweet and inviting. How could a pony like AJ possibly be… Uh oh!

Twilight recognized that look in her beloved’s face. Spike had once pulled a mirror on her, showing the exact same expression when she got overzealous about a new experiment. It chilled her to the bone. Any pony with a face like that wasn’t thinking about anything else but their own selfish desires. And with as strong as AJ was, if she let herself get carried away… For no particular reason, Twilight’s mind wandered back to one of her mother’s old bedtime stories: Death by Snoosnoo.

“Goodness! Looks like somepony is excited.” Rarity gestured to Twilight’s shaft, towering proudly and casting a shadow of defiance over she who should be its master, but had been summarily deposed.

Twilight whispered under her breath, “Traitor.”

“Now, now, darling,” Rarity tsked. “We already had the talk about blaming others for your own oversights.”

“But this is my body!” Twilight insisted. “I should be able to-”

“What’s that word?” AJ cut in, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She pretended not to notice Twilight’s look of betrayal, knowing such an expression would be short-lived. “Ah know Ah heard it before. It’s that thing stallions always say when they get hard without really meanin’ to.”

“An involuntary physical response,” Rarity enunciated.

“That!”

“And a fine point you’ve made,” Rarity agreed. “Twilight’s penis can’t help it’s reaction to such exquisite mares presiding over her. You might as well blame a blanket for getting wet after leaving it out in the rain. Some things just can’t be helped.”

Twilight narrowed her eyes at her marshmallow and hayseed friends, despising them beyond words for using anatomical facts against her like this.

“Now let’s see here,” AJ said, slowly circling her victim like a hungry predator. “What shouuuld Ah do?”

“Make her want it,” Rarity answered and gestured to Twilight’s erection. “Her body is more honest than her mouth. Rectify this by making her admit to her true desires.”

AJ nodded and halted her circling just when her rear was closest to Twilight’s head. “Make her ask for it? How would Ah do that?” the apple mare questioned as her tail hiked high. With nothing left to the imagination, her tail began wafting her arousal around the room while occasionally tickling at Twilight’s nose.

Rarity giggled, especially at the cute facial contortions to fend off the sneeze, but coughed to regain her composure. “Take what you know about her. What are her likes and dislikes? Where is she most sensitive?” The white unicorn extended her hoof and casually stroked around Twilight’s winking lips, careful not to actually touch them. “Compel her through her lust, until she can do nothing but submit.”

Twilight bit her lip to stifle her moan, but it was futile. Rarity’s hoof was mere millimeters from her sensitive vulva, and AJ’s aroma was like a delicious tang in her mouth. She swallowed her drool and attempted to fight these sensations by closing her eyes and focusing on something else. That was a mistake, as her mind had been completely consumed by thoughts of AJ.

“Ah know she’s got a thing fer mah sweet apple flank,” AJ continued proudly. “Then again, she has taste, so that ain’t surprisin’.” She gave her rump a shake that caused her cock to bounce against her belly. Twilight shot up at the sound of flesh smacking flesh and practically glued her eyes to the orange mare’s ripe, rich apples. “Not ta mention there’s jus’… so… much ta love. Ah wonder where ta even start.”

Rarity nodded her approval at AJ’s character. She might have been hamming it up a little, but Twilight certainly seemed engaged, and that was what truly mattered. “Perhaps you should break it down for me, darling. What is it that you like about that sublime plot of yours? We can infer Twilight’s own preference from there.”

“Good idea!” AJ nodded and motioned for Rarity to come over. She also turned fully so that her ass was pointed right at Twilight’s drooling face. “First of all, Ah like the shape.”

“You don’t say.” Rarity touched her hoof to the outermost area of the apple mare’s rump, guiding her touch along the arbitrary outline. “Hmm. Yes. I’ve met mares who’ve worked themselves to tears dieting and exercising for this perfect blend of muscle and,” she tittered, “meat.”

“Ain’t no secret,” AJ boasted. “Jus’ a lifetime o’ hard work ‘n’ good ol’ fashioned homemade cookin’.” She giggled and looked over her shoulder at the white mare presently feeling her up. “Think Ah could pitch that as a book?”

Rarity joined the mirth. “It might not be a bestseller – keep in mind there’s a proverbial ocean of competing tomes – but I suspect you’d easily make back the cost of publishing, especially if this,” she jabbed her hoof into AJ’s cheek, “were on the cover.”

“I would buy that,” Twilight added absently, sounding like she wasn’t all there.

“Indeed, but what else?” Rarity motioned for AJ to continue, but also worked her hoof back and forth until the earth mare caught on and started swaying her backside.

AJ giggled again. This was all far tamer than the sort of play she’d seen Rarity get up to, but she appreciated that the fashionista was generously toning things down for her comfort, if only for the moment. “Well, Ah guess ya’ll said it with the muscle ‘n’ meat thing. Ah’ve tried more than a few mare butts, so Ah feel safe in sayin’ those who get the balance,” she switched her motions from sways to rotations, “off aren’t as fun.”

Rarity nodded sagely. Pretending not to notice Twilight’s jealous glare, she tenderly rubbed her cheek along AJ’s rump. “I’ve heard stallions say that firmer rumps are easier to mount, although I can’t speak from experience.”

“What about Rainbow?”

Rarity scoffed. “To call that pair of box cutters beneath her tail an ass is an insult to true asses everywhere. Honestly, it boggles the mind why Gilda like’s being that jock’s face cushion so much.”

AJ chuckled. “Ah won’t argue that mare could stand ta eat more than a starvin’ college student, but Ah think Gilda might be in it more for the mare than the ass.”

“Hmm, perhaps,” Rarity allowed. The sensual aroma from AJ’s rear was getting to her, causing a thin trail of her own liquid arousal to trickle down her thighs. “I might prefer a good variety of lovers, but I suppose I can’t fault the poor thing for wanting commitment.”

AJ snorted a laugh. “Never guessed the snoozin’ speedster had it in her.”

Rarity nodded, feeling herself growing increasingly warm. Twilight’s cock twitched from neglect as her own arousal began pooling between her thighs. On Rarity’s end, she was finding herself just the slightest bit tipsy from the earth mare’s sweet aroma. Giving in to temptation, she gave AJ’s rump cheek a long and exaggerated lick, moaning loudly her enjoyment. “Oh yes! Very sweet.”

“Not fair!” Twilight cried in protest.

“What isn’t fair, darling?” Rarity taunted, giving the fuzzy mound of flesh another drawn out lick.

“Ok, fine! Whatever you want, I don’t care anymore. I wasn’t even really resisting. Just plant that ass on my face before I-”

Rarity pressed her hoof on Twilight’s muzzle, but motioned for AJ to say the line.

AJ grinned sadistically while slowly backing herself up. “Say it right.”

Twilight swallowed loudly. “Please. For the love of all that’s holy, please sit on my face!”

“Happy to oblige.” AJ effortlessly hopped up onto the bed, planting her hooves to either side of Twilight’s body while her ass was positioned like a guillotine ready to drop.

Twilight’s tongue had flopped right out of her mouth as she panted like a dog. She tried to pull her head up, but her goal was just too far out of reach. AJ’s fur was slightly matted from where Rarity had licked. Her winking pussy was glistening in the light of the lanterns. Even her balls had a bit of sweat to them as they hung almost down to Twilight’s chin. Somehow, she still hadn’t remembered there wasn’t actually a horn ring this time.

Without another word, AJ dropped her ass down over Twilight’s muzzle, slamming her head to the pillow and trapping most of the unicorns face between her butt cheeks. AJ laughed proudly as she wiggled her rump around to get comfortable. Twilight wasted no time in digging in, opening her mouth as wide as possible to consume every bit of pussy she could reach. Her lips formed an airtight seal around those scrumptious lips. Relishing the hot air radiating all around her face, her tongue stabbed forcefully between the apple mare’s nether lips and began shoveling out pools of liquid ambrosia like a dog drinking water. “Boy, she’s hungry!” a flushed AJ admitted.

Rarity straightened her posture and gave a proud smile to the farmer. “A simple enough scene, but you played your part well,” she appraised. “You achieved your goal of making her ask for it, and your reward suitably demonstrates who is dominant to whom.”

“Ah’m sittin’ on a sexy mare’s face cuz she asked, ‘n’ now Ah’m pretty sure she’s tryin’ ta pull out my cervix with her tongue,” AJ said through clenched teeth. She wasn’t exaggerating about Twilight’s fiercely determined efforts. The unicorn’s tongue was expertly touching all of AJ’s sensitive spots, but at the same time seemed to be stretching itself out to levels only witnessed with Pinkie. “Don’t overcomplicate it.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, but more good-naturedly than before. “Fair enough.” She pulled herself up onto the bed and sat down between Twilight’s spread legs, pondering the display before her. “Oh dear. Such a delicious quandary I am faced with. Do I partake of Twilight’s eagerly twitching futa cock with my elegant marehood, do I test the results of my penis practice, or perhaps do I indulge my heritage as a proper lady and just grind this bitch?” She finished with a slight growl.

AJ chuckled as she rocked her hips in circular motions around Twilight’s face. “If yer askin’, Ah choose three.”

“Three?”

“Yeah,” AJ confirmed and gave her own flopping cock a playful flick. “These things are great, but Ah still like doin’ things the mare way.”

Rarity’s chest swelled with pride. “The mare way. Yes! That is the best!” Her decision made, the white unicorn adjusted the straps around Twilight’s back legs to give them the necessary slack. Once she’d properly angled herself, the mare thrusted forward until her vaginal lips kissed Twilight’s own. The winking of their pussies around one another was as good as any kiss, and each touch of their clits sent lightning bolts of pleasure through both their brains.

However, their cocks refused to be ignored entirely, pressing just as firmly against one another. Feeling only slightly guilty about betraying their newly coined mare way, Rarity wrapped a free hoof around Twilight’s shaft, pulling it and her own to her belly as she furiously stroked the pair of phalluses.

Twilight was in a mild state of insanity with only the barest sense of awareness. Her body was so hot, like it was melting. Her mouth and nostrils were drowning in AJ’s succulent juices and heavenly aroma, respectively. No light could breach that all-encompassing bottom, but Twilight couldn’t care less. Rarity’s cock pressed so tightly against her own that it felt like the two were embracing. Twilight loved the feeling of her cock embracing another, as well as her pussy sloppily snogging another. She’d caught little hints about something the others were calling a ‘mare way’, but clearly her current state of ecstasy proved the inherent superiority of the futa way.

Back up top, without really meaning to, Rarity had been leaning forward as she stroked the pair of penises. Humping her snatch against Twilight’s also caused her body to sway back and forth, pushing further and further forward. AJ didn’t know that these were involuntary actions. Given that Rarity’s eyes were closed, she figured this was the fashionista’s idea of a subtle invitation. AJ reciprocated with all the subtlety of one who kicks trees for a living and snatched Rarity’s lips in her own.

Rarity’s surprise at the unexpected contact lasted less than a second before she gave AJ’s lower lip a gentle nibble. Answering the fashionista’s challenge with a playful growl, the farmer wrapped a hoof around the dainty mare’s head and held her in place. They kissed with a passion for one another that, mere hours ago, both would have dismissed as impossible. But now they wanted it. Their tongues swapped saliva and their free hooves grasped in desperation to feel one another’s bodies. They wanted each other, and that want further encouraged their humping and grinding of the mare beneath them.

Then it came. An imaginary clock chimed, signaling that the time had come. Rarity and AJ felt it building. They tried to pull away to warn the other, but it was too late. Twilight was caught completely by surprise. AJ’s back arched and a small flood of mare juices washed over Twilight’s face, only a fraction of which made it into her hungry maw as the rest exploded out around her lips. At some point, Twilight had managed to pull her forelegs free, enabling her to hold AJ in place as she mindlessly drank her fill. Twilight and Rarity’s squirts sprayed out like an exploded water balloon, dampening both their groins and thighs in sticky goodness. All three of their cocks erupted up and out, raining jizz all over each other, but mostly Twilight.

The high of the orgasm lingered on for several seconds, leaving all three mares blind and deaf to all but the sensations of the moment. When the moment passed, AJ and Rarity collapsed into one another’s arms and Twilight let her own arms fall limply to the mattress. That orgasm had taken a lot more out of them than it probably should have, but none of the mares were in any state to properly analyze this. Instead, the pair on top carefully guided themselves down to either side of Twilight, holding hooves the entire time before relaxing into a comfortable position.

An unknown amount of time passed before anyone had regained enough strength to form a coherent thought, let alone give voice to one.

“I loved… every moment of that,” Rarity panted out.

The others voiced their tired agreement before the all drifted off to sleep.

***

Molestia yawned as she made herself comfy in her bed. She’d long stripped of her regalia, now in a state of nudity rarely seen outside her private room. Luna had left to begin her duties in night court, only a slight wobble in her step and a goofy grin upon her face. The Princess of the Sun had elected not to invite any of her concubines to bed with her this evening. Tonight, she’d decided, was to be dedicated entirely to Spike, whom she had cradled in her arms like a teddy bear.

“Something on your mind?” she asked of the little drake as she ran a bare hoof along his thigh.

“Nothing,” Spike said, looking up at the bed’s canopy. It was a work of art, the product of hours of labor by the finest seamstress of their century. Spike wasn’t sure which century, but the rest was obvious just by the level of detail in the masterful stitching. It was a tapestry of the Equestrian ideal. Ponies of all sorts were frolicking, cavorting, and fucking to their hearts’ content. Molestia and Lunaughty circled overhead while guiding their respective celestial bodies. Spike wasn’t certain if the stuff radiating off the sisters was meant to be rays of light or sprays of cum, but it was probably the artist’s intention to be ambiguous.

At the edges of the tapestry were other species, like diamond dogs, anubians, minotaurs, dragons, and all the rest. Most watched in confusion as the ponies made the most of life, with only a few electing to join in the hedonism. This was the only part of the tapestry dedicated more to reality than idealism.

Molestia hummed gently. “That look isn’t nothing. I should know. Twilight wasn’t the first time I’ve played mom to a foal. What’s got you down?”

“Well, I guess I’ve just been thinking about the dragon Twilight and the others met.”

“The one that ate them.”

Spike chuckled. “Yeah.”

“What about her?”

“Well, even if it probably wouldn’t have gone too well, I guess I kinda wish I’d gone with them. I’ve never actually met another dragon, ya know.”

Molestia hummed a soft melody and nuzzled his forehead. “You’re sad you missed out on your giantess fetish?” she teased with a straight face.

Spike pushed her away. “No!” However, even as experienced and insistent as he was, he could only withstand the princess’ penetrating gaze for so long. “Okay, a little. But also I’m bummed I wasn’t there to help out when my friends really needed me.”

Molestia blinked, not expecting that reply. “What could you have done?”

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe I could have-”

“Nothing,” Molesstia cut him off. “A dragoness that size would indeed have been lovely, but she would have paid little mind to one as small as you.”

Spike huffed in defeat. “I know, but I still wish I could have done something.”

“You gave Twilight the peace of mind in knowing that your cute little butt was safe while she faced danger,” Molestia cooed sweetly. “I’m sure that helped.”

“Maybe,” Spike acquiesced, “but I bet not as much as if she had the Ele-mmh!” A hoof had sealed Spikes lips closed.

“None of that,” Molestia said firmly. “I’ve been getting enough of an earful from Cadence and Luna. I don’t need you starting on me, too. The point was to test her abilities without the aid of the Elements.”

Spike pushed Molestia’s hoof away. “Okay, but shouldn’t the Elements have still been there, you know, as a backup in case the giant dragon lady gets hungry?”

Molestia threw her head back against the pillows with a tired huff. “Ugh! You know, while I love my sister and niece, I’m starting to think there were actually advantages to being the one-of-a-kind monarch of the land. I could do what I wanted and no pony ever questioned me.”

“Except for Raven,” Spike countered, bringing up the Princess’s secretary. “And Withers the head butler.”

“Besides them.”

“And presumably all their predecessors.”

Molestia glowered at Spike. “You have no proof of that.”

Spike grinned confidently. “Actually, given some of the things I’ve heard them say-”

“Filthy snitches!”

“-I’m pretty sure the castle would have burned down long ago if you didn’t have someone to rein you in.”

“They told you that?” Molestia was aghast. “I could have sworn that was stricken from the records!”

“Wait… the castle did burn down?”

Molestia’s eyes shifted back and forth in a manner that was absolutely not suspicious, and any who said otherwise would get a fierce whoopin’.

Feeling too drained to press the issue, Spike decided to spend his remaining energy on snuggles. Molestia was soft and warm. Her fur had the most amazing texture and the steady thrumming of her heart was enough to make any creature go drowsy. Even the way her monster of a phallus fellated between his ass cheeks helped to put him at ease. He knew there was no chance of him being penetrated while he slept, as disappointing as that was, for he was still too small. However, it still felt nice to have his little butt spread apart while the big alicorn used him to maintain her erection, just like she used to, for as far back as he could remember.

Molestia’s eyebrow climbed up her face when she noticed the little drake start to snore. “Falling asleep before I can finish having my way with you, huh?” she asked the scaly bundle. “Typical.” Her tone was much kinder than her words as she continued to caress his little body. His cuteness was undeniable, but was still too new and unrefined to be properly weaponized. She licked a bit of drool from her lips at the thought of how much more accommodating Spike’s rear had become to increasingly large insertions, making her cock twitch at the thought of someday taking him properly.

Molestia laughed, musing at the notion that her anaconda might ruin him for other cocks, but dismissed it as a silly idea. In her princessly way, she knew that every part of Spike belonged to her precious student. Neither were aware of it just yet, but it tickled her deep down to think about how they’d react once they finally realized. She hoped Twilight wouldn’t be so swept up in the moment that she forgot to take proper notes.

The next morning, sometime after Spike’s departure and arrival back in Ponyville, the Princesses received a scroll from Twilight.

Dear Princess Molestia

Despite their differences, both Apple Jack and Rarity are kind of alpha bitches. They’re the top dogs of their respective domains. I believe that this root similarity has contributed more to their clashing than the differences of clean vs. rough. It’s likely, at least on a subconscious level, that the two felt driven to compete with one another out of some latent insecurity that the other will usurp their positions of power and the attention that came with it. However, in working together, they’ve learned that they don’t have to compete to be top dog. Rather, cooperation and mutual respect is the most ideal way to get all the bitches.

Yours truly

Twilight Sparkle

P.S. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but did you deliberately stunt my intellectual growth by having me focus on the magical side of my lessons to the detriment of physical intimacy? I’m starting to suspect that you might be more evil than the conspiracy theorists say.

Having finished reading, Luna looked up from the scroll and stared at her sister across the bed. “You can’t even look me in the eye, can you?”

Author's Note

A long night of bonding between fashion and apple horse culminates in a climax of compromises. In layman’s terms, AJ and Rarity have a heart-to-heart similar to the episode, but come to – what I feel – is a more deeper understanding of who the other really is. They come to appreciate the strengths of the other, furthering their bond in what I hope is a more natural fashion.

Also it was pretty fun characterizing Spike in the B-plot, though sorry for not following through with his fun time with Luna. I’m attempting to limit only one sex scene for chapter and didn’t want to take too much focus from the main story.

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