Winter had come to Ponyville, and just about everypony was happy about it. Day after day, the foals got to play in the snow to their little hearts’ content amidst the sea of white frost. Farmers like AJ had relatively little to do this season. Winter was a break for the farmland, so the farmers busied themselves with general maintenance and other miscellaneous activities. Maintaining a steady snowfall was relatively simple, if time-consuming for the weather ponies, but also afforded plenty of off time. Most of Fluttershy’s animals were hibernating, so her home was far quieter than usual. With that said, Ponyville wasn’t entirely on break. Pinkie still had parties to throw and pastries to paste, Rarity was happily busy supplying the town with fashionable winter apparel, and Twilight—as usual—busied herself with research and experiments.

“Spike, where are you?” purple smart called from her post in the basement laboratory. Presently staring into a microscope, she called again, “I need those samples.”

“Coming, mistress,” Trixie tiredly replied as she carried a rack of test tubes.

“Trixie, why are you here? I told you to shovel the porch,” interrogated Twilight.

Trixie rolled her eyes. “If mistress recalls, Spike said that he was going out to play with his little friends. You said ‘Okay,’ but it appears that you weren’t listening… again.”

Twilight’s cheeks tinted pink as she blinked at Trixie. “Uh… what about the porch?”

“Spike melted the snow on his way out.”

Twilight’s chest inflated as she discovered a mistake to criticize. “But that will—”

“Just make the melted snow freeze?” finished Trixie. “Yes, Spike thought of that, which is why he did a thorough job with his dragon fire. Seriously, the front step was still a little warm until a few minutes ago.”

Twilight deflated, disappointed at being shown up like this by Trixie, even if they were in private. She then turned to face the test tubes. “Everything is in order,” she tiredly confirmed.

“Excellent. In that case, Trixie wonders if mistress recalls that she’d agreed to let her great and powerful helper have the rest of the day off.” Before Twilight could answer, Trixie fished out a parchment from her mane. “Scratch that, Trixie figured you’d forget, which is why she got your signature.”

Twilight skimmed over the contract. It was Spike’s handwriting and indeed confirmed that Trixie would be gone the rest of the day. Whickering her disappointment, Twilight nodded. “Oh, fine, you may go. But I warn you, you’re missing out on some exhilarating research. I’ve recently discovered that—”

“Sounds-interesting-K-thanks-byeee!” Trixie called as she threw on a dark-blue coat and hurried out the door.

Twilight snorted her annoyance. “Oh, fine. Who needs you? I can research on my own just fine without any help. Pssh, who needs them.”

***

“Yo, Trix,” Gilda called as she flew down and hovered near the blue unicorn. Her only clothing was a cyan scarf with rainbow trim. “Finally escaped the dungeon, aye?”

“Indeed. The battle was gruesome and harrowing. Trixie will happily regale you with tales of her heroic struggles—”

“Over drinks?” Gilda cut in, making Trixie pout.

“I was getting to that.”

“Hehe, sorry.”

“Well, you should be. I was doing a bit, and you ruined it,” Trixie grumbled, puffing her cheeks in disappointment. “Didn’t your mistress teach you the value of good presentation?”

Gilda tucked in her wings and dropped down to the snow with a crunch. “Did you really just pull the mistress card on me?”

Trixie lifted her chin high. “Trixie most certainly did. Rainbow may be a crude rapist, but at least she knows how to put on a good show for her adoring fans. Trixie respects her peer’s artistry, as you should respect yours.”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Go on and finish.”

“No!” Trixie huffed as she turned away. “You ruined the moment, so now you have to make it up to-eep!” Trixie yelped as her world turned upside down. When her vision stopped spinning, she looked down, which was now up, and saw the large avian predator looming over her.

Smirking, Gilda dropped her hindquarters onto Trixie and crashed their groins together. “Mmmh,” Gilda purred like a lion as she started rotating her hips, grinding her pussy and teats against Trixie’s smaller set. “Make it up to you, huh?” she snickered. “How?”

Trixie bit her bottom lip as she matched her movements to Gilda’s rotations. “Oh, th-this is niiice. Y-your pussy is so big. It’s like it’s trying to e-eat mine!” Trixie giggled as their wet and warm lips sloppily kissed. “Even in the snow, Trixie feels so warm under your fuzzy bulk. Mmh! And those teats! So… heavy.”

Gilda lowered herself further so that her chest feathers enveloped most of Trixie’s face. The little pony wrapped her legs around the griffon’s immense bulk for greater leverage. “Hey, this is nice,” Gilda cooed as she continued the pussy kiss. Trixie’s nether lips winked against Gilda’s as they ground over each other. A steady stream of sparks shot through the griffon’s sex as she enjoyed herself. Their juices mingled as their clits winked out to join the kissing. “Ya know, I might prefer subbing for Rainbow, but I don’t mind putting you little ponies in your place once in a while.”

Gilda’s chest feathers muffled Trixie's cries of joy. A small fountain gushed out over the larger creature’s coarser fur and trickled down the thinner fur of her ass. When the moment passed, the pair climbed up from the melted snow. Heading for the local bar, Trixie had to lean against Gilda’s side as they walked, which wasn’t easy because the griffon’s feathers were just that soft.

Trixie guzzled her latest drink with a satisfied gasp before slamming the mug on the counter. “And another thing. *Hic* Waz… Waz with the morning woodies? T-Twilight only gives ‘em t-to Spike when *Hic* she’s in a good mood, but Trixie always gets the hate fucks.”

“Dude, count your blessings,” Gilda chuckled, far less tipsy than her drinking buddy. “Rainbow takes me both ways. Hate and nice, ass and pussy; sometimes she goes down my throat so hard it feels like my beak might come off. I mean, d-don’t get me wrong. I love the girl, but she can just be all over the place, man. It’s nuts.”

“Not bofe.”

“Huh?”

“Y-you said b-bofe ways. Both is two, but you l-listed m-more than…” Trixie trailed off as she turned to count on her hooves. “More than two. Das… dat’s not bofe.”

Gilda started snickering as she yanked the smaller mare into a fierce, one-arm hug. “Hehe, sounds like you’re on the verge of being smart drunk. Yo, barkeep, give us another.”

“Smart drunk, you say?” Berry Punch inquired while pouring another round. “Here’s half a mug. That should get her to the right level of pissed. Also, here’s a pen and paper to write things down. Smart drunk usually produces at least a few ideas that are still good sober,” she wisely informed before handing over the implements and returning to her other patrons.

“Well, you heard the boozer,” Gilda cheered as she forced the mug to Trixie’s mouth. “Drink up until you’re as smart as Twilight!”

Once she’d finished her last swig, Trixie stared off into the distance, seemingly contemplating the oldest secrets of the universe. Then, once she was ready to share her grand epiphany, she turned to Gilda. “Your boobs are, like, super huge,” she said in wonder as she leaned over to caress the orbs of fat.

Gilda moaned, but didn’t push the unicorn away. Instead, she tenderly ran her claw through Trixie’s mane to encourage her. “You like big boobs, huh?”

“Mmh. Pony teats are all so small. We don’t get great big racks like these,” Trixie said as she weighed the mounds in her hooves. “It’s like your body comes with an in-built pair of pillows.”

Gilda giggled, only to hiss when Trixie started teasing her nipples. “Y-yeah, but that’s not too special. Have you seen some of the asses around here? Now those are pillows.”

Trixie hummed thoughtfully until she rested her cheek against the left orb and began to nuzzle. “Smells good, too. Asses are nice, but boobs have their own smell mixed with a little pussy. It’s nice.” The mare cooed as she more roughly rubbed the wren’s teats.

“Well, I don’t think the size really matters,” Gilda said in false modesty, loving the mare’s gentle attention to her crotch boobs. “I like Rainbow’s, and she’s—”

“Shut up, big-breasted griffon. Your boobs are big and wonderful, so quit squawking and take the compliment.”

Gilda blinked. There weren’t too many ponies with the nerve to talk to her like that. But weirdly, it felt endearing that she could count Trixie among them. It meant the mare was comfortable enough to run her mouth around the large predator. Granted, she was still shit-faced, but it was still a nice thought. “Sure, thanks.”

“When Trixie left, Twilight was running tests on futa semen,” the unicorn explained as she continued pawing at the crotch boobs. “Repeated exposure appears to yield general physical and performance enhancements. Spike’s bottom has become measurably rounder, softer, and so much more fuckable since he started taking it up the ass from Twilight and the others. Trixie suspects that her best griffon friend is destined for the same fate.”

Gilda blinked. “Now, when you say performance…”

“Hours,” Trixie deadpanned. “Trixie has read Twilight’s notes. The crazy mare actually ran tests to see how long she can fuck before passing out. The difference between pre and post Element is 1.73 hours.”

Gilda blinked again. “Holy shit…”

“By contrast, Spike has an additional 1.2 hours, while Trixie is a mere 0.78 hours. After all this time of taking it from that purple prick, and Trixie can’t even last a full hour longer,” she contemptuously huffed. “Trixie bitterly estimates that Gilda is closer to Spike’s level, given how much more your futa fucks you.”

Gilda pulled herself from her reverie to attend to her drunken friend. “Wait, I thought you didn’t like—”

“There are not enough hours in the day for Trixie to list her complaints with her mistress,” she loudly proclaimed, only to continue in a softer tone. “However, Trixie concedes the actual fucking is pretty good.”

Gilda smiled and scratched behind Trixie’s ear in the spot that all ponies loved. “That sounded real hard to admit.”

“Sh-shut up,” Trixie grumbled and buried her face in Gilda’s boobs. “Wake me when it’s warm out.”

***

“Woo-hoo!” Scootaloo cheered as the CMC raced their sleds down the hill. “Eat my dust, slowpokes,” she boasted while rapidly flapping her tiny wings to give her an added boost.

“No fair,” Sweetie whined as Scootaloo pulled ahead. “We can’t do that.”

“These wings might suck, but they’re good for something!” the pegasus filly crowed as the hill’s bottom quickly approached. Victory was inevitable, until… *Brrrrrppp* Scootaloo’s head snapped back to face the source of the deep, rumbling sound. It was an ass, and an all too familiar one, at that. Scootaloo’s jaw dropped as the green ass surrounded by purple scales and highlighted with a green glow closed the distance with Dash-like speed. In the split second when they were even, she saw the drake bent over to use his fire breath like a rocket. To prove that he’d done this specifically to spite her, he gave a rude gesture that her aunts had told her about that was common among creatures with fingers. Being so thoroughly bested, the small filly had no choice but to bow in solemn recognition of Spike’s greatness.

Then the drake’s sled hit a rock. Had he come at it from a different angle, he might have gained some air. However, he didn’t, and the sled splintered. Spike still got some air, though. Unfortunately, even as he spun through the air, his trajectory took him to Scootaloo’s path. The filly was so awed by this sudden and comical turn that she didn’t think to turn out of the way.

*Crash!*

With instincts honed from years of chasing farm critters, AB hurriedly hopped from her sled and ran up to her fallen friends. “Ya’ll okay?”

“Ow, my head hurts,” Scootaloo groaned. “Luckily, I landed on something soft.”

A cheeky grin spread across AB’s lips as she said, “Ah can see that.”

Scootaloo realized too late where she was. Her flanks were wedged firmly onto Spike’s muzzle. The drake grabbed her bottom to keep her from fleeing, and her cheeks tinted pink when she heard him give an audible sniff. After several seconds went by with nothing happening, Scootaloo realized Spike was waiting for permission, so she clenched her ass cheeks around his muzzle. “Do it, dragon boy. Show me what that tongue can dooo~” Her voice warbled as the drake didn’t wait for her to finish. His little claws dug into her cheeks to pull them apart as his tongue probed into her slit. “Shit, that’s gooood!”

AB exhaled her relief that her friends were well enough to fuck in front of her. “Havin’ fun?”

“Is that a q-question?” Scootaloo panted. Spike’s tongue was thinner and longer than a pony’s, meaning that he could reach depths that only an adult could match. In thanks, she ground her ass even harder against his muzzle. It was fun pulling as much of his face between her cheeks as possible. Spike responded by using a claw to tease her anus. “Holy fuck, those f-fingers!”

“Ah know, right,” tittered AB. “That boy knows how ta play a pussy like an instrument.”

“Oh, are we talking about Spike’s fingers?” Sweetie asked as she ran up from the bottom of the hill. “I love them. Also, I won the race.”

“H-hey, this doesn’t count,” whined Scootaloo. “I demand a d-do-over. S-Spike—”

“Is eatin’ ya out,” AB finished. “Don’t try ta get sympathy from me, sugar. Also, yer bein’ awful rude,” she added while pointing at Spike’s naked and neglected erection.

“Oh, right. Hehe, sorry,” Scootaloo laughed nervously as she carefully reached for Spike’s erection. It hadn’t changed from the first time she’d touched it, or the other times since, yet it still weirded her out for some reason. Regardless, AB was right. Spike was eating her out, and common courtesy demanded that she return the favor. So, she started pumping her hoof along his shaft. The increased vigor in his mouth movements told her that she was doing well.

“Well, our designated checker is busy, so did I get my mark?” Sweetie asked while pointing her flank at AB.

“Nah, sorry. Looks like sleddin’s out.”

“H-hey, you c-can’t just give up after o-one go,” Scootaloo stammered, her attention divided between the slick and odorant phallus in her hoof and the slender tongue up her twat. “L-lots of ponies fail the f-first time.”

Sweetie shrugged as she leaned back, pushed her hips out, and started masturbating to the sight of her friends going at it. Her slender white hoof sled along her tiny filly slit as she enjoyed the visual and auditory feast. “Yeah, sledding was fun, but I didn’t really feel anything, ya know. I could take it or leave it, nnngh.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything,” Scootaloo countered between licking Spike’s tip. “Mmh, not bad. Anyway, quitting cuz you’re bored isn’t an excuse.”

“Ah think it might be,” AB argued as she came up beside Sweetie and joined in touching the white filly’s cunny. “Once mah sister starts buckin’ apples, she gets into this zone, ya know. It’s like she tunes out the whole world, ‘n’ nothin’ short ‘f a kick ta the teats’ll wake ‘er up.”

“Rarity does that too when she’s making dresses. Fff-oooh, that’s it,” Sweetie cooed through labored breaths. “Th-the point is that… that…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought. Then, in annoyance, she started stroking her pussy even quicker to rub one out so that she could think straight.

Peeking over Scootaloo’s orange cheeks, Spike caught on and decided to do the same. He pulled her little orange ass against his face as firmly as possible. His tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach while the drake pushed his thumb all the way to the bottom knuckle. Next, he rubbed his digit around her constrictive cavity to stir the pegasus into new heights of pleasure. In response, Scootaloo grew bolder with his cock as she plunged down to the base. Although she’d practiced, her tongue’s movements across his shaft were still a little awkward, but she was still pretty good. After pushing and pushing for so long, the young couple’s bodies tensed as they released their climaxes into each other’s mouths. Luckily, they’d fucked enough to read the signs in each other’s bodies to form seals with their mouths so that they could swallow as much cum as possible. Spike managed to get it all, but Scootaloo eventually had to pull off and cough as the rest splattered her face.

“Agh, he got me right in the eye!” Scootaloo giggled after swallowing.

“I’ll get it!” Sweetie announced, only to trip on her way to her friend.

“Nah, I’ll help ya,” AB said, not tripping as she came up to Scootaloo and started licking the filly’s face. Sweetie eventually joined her as the pair assaulted the pegasus’ face with their tongues. All three hummed in delight as they shared in this intimate moment of trading breath and saliva. Scootaloo even managed to snatch Sweetie’s tongue and pull her into an open-mouthed kiss, all while all three remained atop the drake.

“Hey, this is hot and all, but can I get up now?” Spike asked while pushing under Scootaloo’s bottom.

“Mmh, nah, I like you there,” Scootaloo countered. “Hey, maybe I can get my cutie mark in face-sitting.”

“Nah, we already tried that, remember,” AB informed as she pulled Spike from under the pegasus and righted him. “Trust me; if it were meant ta be, it would’ve happened already.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “I still say you guys give up too easily.”

“No, I think they were right about the feeling thing,” added Spike. “I asked Twilight about it, and she said that foals usually get an inkling when their cutie mark is about to appear. They feel drawn to something, and even if they don’t get it right the first time, they keep trying until they have an ah-ha moment, and then their butts glow.”

“You’re drawn to your mark, huh?” Scootaloo pondered while stroking her chin. “Say, do you think—”

“No, that’s a crush, not a destiny,” Sweetie cut in.

“But you didn’t even let me finish,” whined Scootaloo.

“Were you going to say that your destiny is to be with Rainbow because you feel drawn to her?”

Scootaloo averted her gaze. “Maybe…”

“Then I’ll say it again. That’s a crush, not a destiny.”

“It could also be a destiny,” Spike argued. “It’s not the same as a cutie mark destiny, but lots of scholars think that certain ponies are destined to be lovers.” Then, seeing Scootaloo’s spirits rise, Spike hurriedly amended, “But there’s not really any proof of that. It’s still just a theory.”

“Ah got a theory fer ya,” AB cut in. “We ain’t gonna get our marks from jus’ sittin’ around ‘n’ flappin’ our yaps.”

“We could if we got cutie marks in debate,” offered Sweetie.

Scootaloo dismissively waved her hoof. “Yeah, I’ll pass. Let’s work through all the fun ideas before we get desperate. There’s no way Rainbow Dash would take a filly with such a lame cutie mark.”

Spike beamed impishly. “Ya know, debating is all about trying to assert your point of view. If you had a debating cutie mark, it means that you’re good at convincing others to do whatever you want,” he offered suggestively.

Scootaloo rapidly blinked for three solid seconds. “So, hypothetically, how would I get a debate mark, anyway?”

The other fillies giggled.

Spike beamed and scooped up a handful of snow. As he packed it into a tight ball, he said, “Well, you could start by convincing me not to throw this snowball at you.” Spike turned around, smugly anticipating Scootaloo shaking in her little booties as she stutteringly failed to say anything coherent, let alone present an argument.

“Like this?” Scootaloo asked with a shit-eating grin. Above her head, she held over twenty snowballs, all perfectly shaped and ready for use. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, “I’d like to begin my argument with something simple. Er-hem. Bring it on, bitch.”

“Oh, that’s a good argument,” praised Sweetie.

“Ya challenged a pegasus ta a contest of weather,” AB pointed out from a safe distance. “Ya had this comin’.”

“Uh…” Spike stared at his snowball, puny in its singleness, and the hoard in Scootaloo’s arsenal. “Okay, you make a good point. Counterpoint…” Spike hurled his sphere at the filly’s face with all his might. She dodged with a spin, bit out one side, and then hurled her full arsenal at the drake. His stubby legs didn’t get far before he was consumed under the small avalanche. The snow got everywhere, even in places it shouldn’t, so he weakly stuck his hand up from the pile and gave a thumbs-up in surrender.

“Do you get the feeling that all this screwing around is getting in the way of our mission to find our cutie marks?” Sweetie asked as Scootaloo did a victorious twerking dance.

“Nah,” AB eloquently countered.

“Yeah, I thought so,” accepted Sweetie. “Anyway, what’s next on the list?”

***

“Howdy there, Rarity,” AJ greeted from her barn. “Perfect timin’. Ya jus’ caught me between chores. Need anythin’?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Rarity elegantly confirmed while fluffing the fur trim of her blue coat. “Might I trouble you for some rope, preferably, your sturdiest quality?”

AJ’s brow climbed up her forehead. “Uh, sorry ta ask the obvious, but don’t ya’ll already got yer own stock?”

“Correction, darling. I have luxurious silken ribbons designed to hold my toys for extended periods without digging into the skin.”

“Yeah, that’s what Ah meant. Ya run out?”

“On the contrary, I have quite the surplus, which is why I was looking to do something a little creative.” Rarity lit her horn and extracted a fashion magazine from her coat. Turning to the indicated page, she said, “Have a look at this.”

“Foal Fiddler’s Convenience?” AJ read. The product was a harness meant for foals, but with the explicit purpose of holding the foals near the carrier’s groin for convenient access. “Looks nice, Ah s’pose, but what’s the rope fer?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Rarity beamed, happy to share. “I thought that this would make a lovely Hearth’s Warming gift for Sweetie, but that’s when creativity struck. Why buy off an assembly line, when I could make my own, superior product? In fact, why stop there? Why not make one for each of my friends? Wouldn’t you like to put your little sister’s mouth to better use the next time she tries bothering you?”

“Hmm, temptin’, but Ah’m still not sure about the rope.”

“Well, my ribbons are sturdy, but their priority is comfort. They need regular adjustments, you see. It would be terribly inconvenient for non-unicorns to frequently have to adjust the binds to keep everything in place. However, being a seamstress of exceptional skill,” Rarity bragged while tapping under her shapely mane, “I thought I could study something truly strong to pass that strength onto my ribbons. A sort of breeding of bindings, if you will,” she tittered. “And, since my goal is something strong that gets the job done, I’ll give you three guesses where I went first.”

“The hardware store?”

“What? No, of course, not. Obviously, if I’m after power, my first stop was—” Rarity went silent when she saw AJ’s cheeky grin, which fashion horse soon mirrored. “Oh, you,” she giggled. “I was trying to pay you a compliment, and you went and ruined it.”

“Nah, Ah think ya did pretty good, especially that bindin’ breedin’ bit. Very clever.”

“Thank you, darling. So, might you help out a friend?”

“Ah’d be happy to, but Ah’m not so sure this is the best gift fer the others,” AJ explained. “Twilight, sure, ‘n’ Pinkie loves the little’ns, but Rainbow ‘n’ Fluttershy don’t seem the type, not unless these things come in plus size fer bears ‘n’ griffons.”

“Oh, plus-sized. I hadn’t thought of that,” Rarity ponderously said as she rubbed her chin. “That’s the other reason I came here. You’re so practically minded; I figured you’d point out something that I might overlook. Function and fashion working together to create something splendid.”

AJ chuckled. “Yeah, Ah guess we do make a purty good team, don’t we.”

“So, can I put you down for a Rarity brand foal carrier?”

“Sorry, Rars. It’s a sweet offer, but Ah’m more into the free-range type ‘f lovin’. Ah don’t think Ah’d get too much use out ‘f this. Same with Big Mac ‘n’ Granny. Other than Apple Bloom, we don’t usually go fer foals.”

“Really? Not even Spike?”

AJ chuckled. “Obviously, we go fer Spike. He ‘n’ Twi are practically family, ‘n’ it’s important ta make family feel appreciated.”

Rarity nodded ponderously. “Hmm, I see. Well, you’ve given me a lot to think about. I might have to come to you more often as an unofficial consultant on matters of function.”

“Hey, thanks. Does that mean Ah’ll get paid fer givin’ advice?” AJ asked, half-jokingly. “Ah charge by the hour.”

Rarity giggled cutely as she swaggered up to apple horse, rubbing along her chest like a cat before flicking her tail under AJ’s nose. “Darling, I think we both know that I can offer services far more valuable than mere bits.” She finished with a lascivious wink as her tail flagged.

“Ya don’t say.” AJ stepped after Rarity, her mouth growing wet as she eyed the splash of glistening pink between the pair of white cheeks. “S’pose we come ta some sort ‘f mutually beneficial arrangement, service fer supplies?”

“My, what an intriguing proposal,” Rarity swooned while invitingly shaking her rump. “Well, if your advice is the service, then whatever could I supply you with?” she melodramatically asked.

“Well, that ass is a good start.” AJ dove between Rarity’s cheeks and began licking her pussy. Her tongue lapped at the winking slit like a dehydrated dog. Her powerful oral muscle easily forced its way past the mare’s nether lips to probe her love tunnel. Sweet nectar spilled into her mouth as she greedily drank, all while holding onto the marshmallowy buns like her life depended on it.

“G-goodness, darling. It hasn’t been that long since we last-Oh!” Rarity gasped when she felt AJ’s teeth brush her clit, setting off a small explosion in the unicorn’s brain. “Teeth. Again. Now,” she eloquently requested. AJ complied, timing her love nibbles with Rarity’s winking pussy for maximum effect. “Ffff-yes, like that!” she moaned. Looking down between her legs, Rarity’s gaze immediately drew to AJ’s neglected penis. “Oh, my, it seems your little friend has come out to say ‘hello,’” Rarity giggled. “Well, I suppose I ought to return the courtesy, shouldn’t I?”

AJ was only half listening to Rarity’s words, but she heard the familiar jingle of magic. The next thing she knew, she felt an aura envelope her cock, sending shivers through her body. The magic wasn’t wet, but it glided across her shaft far smoother than an ass. AJ’s new instincts kicked in as she bucked her hips into the simulated orifice. As the magic mirrored undulating muscles massaging her cock, AJ never faltered in sucking on Rarity’s pussy. The unicorn’s sex juices tasted refined like wine, with just a hint of salty sweetness. The liquid went down smoothly as the apple farmer drank. Rarity’s ass smelled equally refined as AJ deeply inhaled between swallows.

“Mmh! Oh, darling, work that mouth! Nnngh, yes!” AJ’s tongue had penetrated Rarity’s marehood as deeply as a young cock. Her vaginal walls spread wide to accommodate her guest, stretching magnificently and filling the unicorn with gratifying fullness. At the same time, she also felt AJ’s cock pulse within her magic. “Y-you know, darling, holding your phallus with my aura is like conjuring a fourth hole,” Rarity breathlessly explained. “The magic transmits sensations directly to my brain. I feel it, darling. I feel that your meat is hard, hot, and ready to pump a mare to burst.” She clenched her ass possessively around AJ’s muzzle. “You’d better not let me down.”

Incensed, AJ yelled into the white cheeks, “Hallenjj ahebdud!” and redoubled her licking. She pressed her nose so deep that mare juice seeped into her nostrils. The heightened smell drove her wilder as her bucking hips turned up to full speed. Rarity babbled in incoherent pleasure as AJ fucked her magic senseless while eating out her drooling pussy. It wasn’t long until both mares came, AJ from her cock and Rarity from her slit. Both their bodies trembled as waves of pleasure rippled through their systems. AJ was the first to steady herself and let go of Rarity’s bum. “Heh, not a bad trade, Rars.”

“Well, I certainly won’t complain.” Rarity shook the shivers from her body and daintily tended to her mane. “This was a most favorable transaction, if I do say so, myself.”

“We oughtta do it again some time.”

It was Rarity’s turn for her eyebrow to make the Applejackian climb up her forehead. “You say that as though there’s another option.”

AJ snickered. “Yeah, fair point. Anyway, good tradin’ with ya, marshmallow buns. Ah look forward ta samplin’ yer goods again.”

“Same to you, darling.” Rarity held up a magical ball full of clear white goo. Then, with a smile to show off, she pressed the ball to her lips and took a ladylike sip of AJ’s cum. “Without a doubt, this is the finest apple juice in Equestria. Well, toodles.”

***

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

“Hey, Twilight. How ya doing?” Pinkie called from the front door.

“Um, Pinkie, do you have to be so loud?” Fluttershy quietly questioned. “What if she’s home, but she’s sleeping? It’d be rude to wake her.”

Pinkie scoffed. “Pssh, she’s not sleeping. You can hear her sciencing in the basement.” Pinkie put a hoof to her ear and motioned her shy friend to do the same.

Fluttershy hummed thoughtfully as she heard clangs, drills, and other sounds common on construction sites, but also bubbling water. “Um, how can I hear water bubbling from all the way down in the—”

*BOOM*

“Eep!” The startling shockwave sent tremors through the mares’ bones and sent Fluttershy fleeing in terror to nearby bushes. “W-what was that?”

Pinkie, seemingly unfazed by the explosion, thoughtfully hummed. “Hmm, my guess is that the water boiled over. Come on; we should make sure Twilight’s okay.”

“Um, right,” Fluttershy meekly agreed and followed close behind Pinkie. Considering the sheer force of the shockwave, it was remarkable how few books and baubles had fallen to the floor. Trailing behind the pink mare like a yellow shadow, the pair entered the basement, finding it in only slightly worse shape. “Um, Twilight, are you in here?”

“Heeere,” Twilight wheezed in pain. All eyes turned to the ceiling where purple smart was covered in what looked like black soot. She gasped, and a cloud of black smoke puffed from her lips. Her face was frozen in pure shock. Suddenly, there was a low crackling sound that steadily grew. It didn’t take long to figure out that gravity was peeling Twilight off the ceiling while she was helpless to react. Luckily, just as she began to plummet, Pinkie appeared directly below her with her ass held high and tail flagged.

“Boingy,” Pinkie laughed as Twilight landed on her cotton candy tail which compressed like a spring, only to bounce back. Twilight was sent back up in the air, only to do a light spin, and perfectly land on her hooves. The whole time, Twilight’s face remained unchanged. “Hehe, I love doing that. So, you doing alright, Twilight?”

When there was no response, Fluttershy came up and waved a hoof in front of Twilight’s face. “Is-is she broken?”

“Not to worry. Dr. Pinkie Pie, Ph.D., knows what to do,” Pinkie declared, now wearing a stethoscope.

“Um, what are you a doctor of?” questioned Fluttershy, though she feared the answer.

“Funology. I’m a certified expert in making ponies so happy that their problems go away. Here, I’ll show you.”

“Eep!” Fluttershy squeaked as Pinkie grabbed around the yellow mare’s barrel. Pink hooves snaked around her body until Pinkie found the ideal grip. Fluttershy found herself being held as a weapon with her ass pointed forward. “Um, am I gonna like where this is going?”

“Don’t worry, your sweet little head, cutie. Auntie Pinkie does this all the time.”

“I’m one year older than you,” Fluttershy deadpanned, only for Pinkie to yank her tail. Instead of yelping, Fluttershy started shivering like she had an overclocked vibrator stuck up her ass. “W-w-w-whaaatsss h-h-haaappennning?”

“Treatment.” That was all Pinkie said before she lunged her weaponized pegasus at the unicorn. Fluttershy’s vibrating ass collided with Twilight’s face. The giant soft bum clapped and jiggled around the frozen mare’s head, all while the yellow mare’s tongue fell from her mouth as Twilight unintentionally stimulated her tiny slit. “Is it working?”

“Nnngh, oh! Sh-she’s lickiiing!” Fluttershy cried.

Sure enough, after craning her neck for a better look, Pinkie confirmed that Twilight was moving. “Perfect, I knew Flutter-pussy would do the trick, just like the last 87 times I did this.”

Fluttershy had so many questions; she didn’t know where to start. Twilight’s eager tongue against her pussy made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Her only option was to put all else to the side and just ride out the pleasure of the moment. Unfortunately, her rapidly vibrating bum combined with Twilight’s licking to bring that moment much sooner than she’d have liked. Finally, Fluttershy came, but it was a light drizzle compared to her usual fountains. As soon as she went limp in Pinkie’s arms, the pink ‘doctor’ set her down and went to inspect the patient.

“Feeling better?”

Waking up from her stupor, Twilight shook her body like a wet dog, dislodging the soot. “Whoa, that was… something.” She looked around. “What happened?”

“You tell me,” Pinkie replied. “We came by to check on you. I knew you were home alone, and Fluttershy’s remaining animals can look after themselves, so I figured we’d have a small party. But then, KABOOSH! There was a huge explosion, and then we found you up on the ceiling.” Pinkie pointed to the mare-shaped clean spot surrounded by black ash.

Twilight flinched. “Oof, yeah, it’s coming back to me. I was running some tests on semen samples from ponies around town. I’m still studying the latent magical auras around our Element-granted futa ejaculates, but I wanted to see if I could transfer those effects to a non-remarkable sample.” Twilight clucked her tongue as she stared up at the imprint on the ceiling. “That was test three.”

“What about one and two?” asked Fluttershy.

“One produced a noxious gas that was worse than Spike’s cheese farts. Two was some kind of hallucinogenic. It gave me horrid visions of these disgusting bipedal creatures with gangly limbs, pasty skin, and smelled like they hadn’t bathed in weeks. They were all packed together in some sort of market, and bartering for… I think it was us. Tiny stuffed plushies that looked like all of us. Isn’t that crazy?” Twilight nervously laughed.

“Yeah, suuuper crazy,” Pinke agreed with an uncomfortably broad grin. “Um, I think you ought to consider these tests a failure and move on to something else.”

“For now, sure. I still need to study the semen’s magic to better understand why this happened. Transfers can come later, once I’m sure the tests won’t try to kill me.”

“Why were you doing these tests alone, anyway? Don’t Spike and Trixie help you with this sort of thing?” asked Fluttershy.

Twilight whickered in annoyance. “Usually, but they both made plans. Trixie even got me to sign a contract so I wouldn’t back out. Ugh, for a slave, she sure is willful.”

“Someponies like willful slaves,” Pinkie offered. “It makes them more fun to play with when you have to work to get them to do stuff. It’s like a game.”

“Science isn’t a game, Pinkie. This is serious work that could deepen our understanding of some of the most powerful artifacts in Equestrian history, and possibly grant insight into the very source of all magic. I don’t have time to negotiate with my own slave. Isn’t the whole point of a slave that I call all the shots?”

“We all need breaks, sometimes. It’s how we stay fresh and focused for when the real work starts,” Fluttershy gently stated. “Even you take breaks to hang out with us. You and Trixie just need to communicate better to work out a timetable that works for both of you. That’s what I did with so many of my babies having different sleep cycles.”

Twilight perked up. “Ooh, I need to make a chart?” she asked with a broad grin and sparkling eyes.

“Psst, check it out.” Pinkie gently elbowed Fluttershy and motioned to where Twilight’s penis had grown to full hardness. “Our friends get the weirdest boners.”

“Um, excuse me? The fact that we have boners at all is pretty weird, thank you very much,” Twilight haughtily retorted. She then focused on Fluttershy and added, “Also, thank you for waking me up back there. I would never have thought that a fresh field of flowers would be so… spicy.”

Fluttershy squeaked and hid behind her mane. “Oh, um, it was nothing. Pinkie did most of the work.”

“Hehe, don’t be shy, Shy. All I did was put your butt in the right place, but it was your natural deliciousness that saved Twilight. In fact—” Pinkie pulled on a string hidden behind a shelf and released confetti and a banner, which she read. “Happy Fluttershy’s-Pussy-Saved-the-Day Day.”

Twilight blinked dumbstruck as she examined around the banner, hunting the various supports and pulleys that held everything in place, and had apparently been there the whole time without her noticing. “Um, Pinkie, I’m not going to ask how you set up all of this without my noticing, but will you tell me how many banners like these there are?”

“Oh, enough.”

Twilight nodded. “I figured you’d say that.” She sighed despondently. “Anyway, I think I’ll have to agree that I need a break. I can always pick this stuff up later. Now, what was it you wanted?”

Pinkie beamed and looped an arm over Twilight’s back. “A party, silly. It can be just the three of us. Or, if you want, we can pull a Rainbow Dash and kidnap somepony to join us. That’d also be fun.”

“Thanks, but just a small gathering with friends would be fine,” dissuaded Twilight. “Just something light to calm my nerves after…” She trailed off and gestured to the silhouette on the ceiling. “I’m still not sure how that happened.”

“Hurray!” Pinkie cheered and carried her friends upstairs. There, she quickly pulled out party supplies from various nooks and crannies. It wasn’t anything too flashy, but it still set a festive mood.

“So, does Pinkie have hidden supplies at your house, too?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy nodded. “Yes, and it’s such a treat.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh, yes. My rodents and birds are always finding confetti caches for their nests. They love the colors. Also, whenever I find myself short on toys, my babies almost always find a few hidden around the cottage. It’s very helpful.”

“Ah, so, you don’t consider Pinkie to be intrusive?”

“Well, we’ve all got our quirks. Honestly, I’m more appreciative of how considerate she is. There are no noisemakers, or anything potentially startling. She’s catered her supplies for all of my babies to enjoy, and that’s just so sweet. Why, don’t you think so?”

Twilight shrugged as she fetched a cup of punch. “I guess I’m still getting used to small-town life. I never had a stalker back in Canterlot, so it’s a little odd knowing that there’s somepony who’ll let herself into my home whenever she likes.”

“And you like,” Pinkie corrected as she stood on her back legs and started waving her hips to helicopter her cock. “I’m no ordinary stalker. I always make sure to give my friends exactly what they need, when they need it. I like to think that Rarity and I have that in common. We can both sense what our ‘victims’ want,” she said with a giggle as her friends approached.

Twilight stared at the dark pink phallus with entranced eyes and tongue hanging out. She stepped closer with her mouth wide, ready to catch the spinning tip, only for Fluttershy to beat her to it. The sweet mare sweetly and sensually slurped on Pinkie’s flat head as she grabbed the earth mare’s hips. The pegasus then gave Twilight an apologetic look as she sunk her lips further on the cock, humming contentedly as she took it to the base, leaving an impression down her throat.

However, Twilight couldn’t be mad at the kind pegasus for beating her to the punch. That’s just how these things went. Besides, Pinkie was a lot of pony, so there was plenty more for her to play with. Fluttershy had also helped herself to the earth mare’s plush rear, but the unicorn had other targets in mind. First, she sealed her lips on Pinkie’s right teat and suckled. Pinkie had already started moaning, but this increased her pitch by several octaves. Grinning around the nipple between her lips, Twilight also lit her horn and conjured three things. The first was a pair of phalluses that immediately prodded the pink and yellow mare’s anus. The other was a pair of lips that manifested directly in front of Pinkie.

“Aaaagh! Huuun, aaah!” Pinkie moaned as her anal walls stretched around the intruder. The phallus was warm like the real thing, but with an added tingle that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. As the pink mare expertly worked her anus to pull more of the phallus inside, her attention fell upon the glittering lips inches from her face. Instinct demanded that she kiss them, and she quickly realized what kind of lips they were when Twilight whimpered.

Fluttershy eagerly hummed as cocks penetrated her from both ends. It had been a while since somepony spit-roasted her, and she wanted to get the most out of the experience. So she worked her ass back in time with the construct’s thrusts while she swallowed around Pinkie’s meat. Her ass clenched and relaxed repeated to simulate swallowing. Happily, Twilight included a medial ring on the construct, giving Fluttershy shivers each time it brushed her anus. At the same time, as she felt the other construct delve into Pinkie’s depths, she pulled the pink mare’s ass cheeks apart and massaged them, wanting to help stimulate her friend.

Twilight’s mind and body were almost white-hot. The constructs let her feel two shapely asses gripping her cock at once, while Pinkie expertly kissed the simulated pussy lips. As far as Twilight’s brain could tell, the gluttonous mare’s tongue had wedged several inches inside her love tunnel and was presently touching everything at once. There were no thrusts, only twists and varying applications of pressure to all of her sensitive spots. If Pinkie didn’t have the best mouth in all of Equestria, she was at least in the top ten.

However, now that she’d been properly stimulated, Twilight was in the right headspace to conduct some observations. She further used her magic to summon eyes to watch her lovers react to their stimulation. She watched Fluttershy’s cock pulse with neglected need, studying the tension on and around the phallus to guestimate the mare’s overall pleasure. Fluttershy and Pinkie’s pussies were both neglected, yet the mares seemed perfectly content getting fucked up the ass. Although, the oral stimulation gave a noticeable bonus. Without Spike to take notes, she’d have to commit as much to memory as possible. She needed to understand how she and the other Element bearers were affected by the Elements, and how they compared to other ponies.

Then, out of nowhere, Pinkie’s hips jerked forward as she put her hooves on Fluttershy’s head. Yellow quiet started swallowing before the first ropes of jizz burst forth. Pinkie moaned into the simulated pussy lips, sending tremors through Twilight’s body and throwing off her concentration. Purple smart felt simultaneous clenches from both anuses around her cock constructs. Fluttershy also came, and seeing shiny trails of liquid orgasm pour down the yellow mare’s thighs was the last straw for purple smart. Her hind legs twitched as her cock and pussy erupted, spraying her belly and thighs with ejaculation. It was so intense that she accidentally bit down on Pinkie’s nipple, but the pink mare didn’t seem to mind.

Finally, Pinkie collapsed forward onto Fluttershy into a pony pile. Twilight knew that Pinkie wasn’t actually tired, but just wanted an excuse to cuddle the yellow mare’s soft buns. Sympathizing, Twilight approached and snuggled up with the pair. Laughing at how Fluttershy wore Pinkie’s ass like a hat, purple smart scooted under the heavy buns to join her friend under the aromatic cap. It was silly and immature, but oddly peaceful. This seemed like the sort of thing ponies did as foals. However, Twilight had always been too busy with her studies, so there was hardly time for such trivial games. Then again, maybe they weren’t so trivial.

***

Rainbow exhaled as she flew, her hot breath washing across her face. She wore only moderate winter gear so that she could enjoy the cool breeze at high speeds. Unlike most winged ponies, RD actually enjoyed the cold. Extended flying often resulted in sweaty wing pits, which were blessedly refreshed by a nice, cool gust of air. Cold weather also resulted in denser clouds, making them more fun as obstacles.

RD flew fast enough to leave a rainbow trail in her wake as she zipped between clouds. Some, she narrowly evaded in a quasi-game of chicken against herself. Others, she judged as dense enough to bounce off of and spring her into another round of tricks. If somepony saw her awesomeness in action, good for them. They had every right to gawk at the fantastic feats that would soon get her accepted in the illustrious Wonderbolts. However, if the ponies of Ponyville were too busy with their humdrum lives to look up, that was also fine. As much as RD loved when her adoring fans sang her praises, sometimes, she just liked to fly for the sake of flying.

Just as Twilight’s cutie mark was for a general skill in magic, RD’s mark told her that she had a need for speed. She was born to be a pegasus, to use her wings to perform feats that no pony or machine had yet to match. However, after roughly an hour of pushing her limits, even great ponies like RD needed to take a break. So, she fluttered down to the ground and gave her wings a rest. Looking around in the middle of town, RD caught several ponies’ eyes, which she returned with a mischievous smirk. “So, who’s up for some fun?”

Many ponies averted their eyes in blushing embarrassment. As much as they all loved RD, the truth was that the blue mare could be a little much. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, from RD’s perspective, ponies who ran from her were more fun to chase and build an appetite, as it were. As she saw it, she didn’t force herself on others, not exactly. Rather, she took a forceful approach in giving others what they didn’t realize they wanted, leaving them all smiling and satisfied afterward. She was a little like Rarity like that, only more of a proactive hunter.

When no one was forthcoming, RD shrugged and trotted at a casual pace down the road. The market was open, but it was so late in the day that most of the good stuff was long gone. So, instead, she dropped by Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie wasn’t there, which was a disappointment, but she did grab a fresh warm loaf of bread. “Thanks, Mr. C. Just need something to hold me over until dinner.”

“Not a problem,” Carrot Cake said with a friendly smile. “A busy day of flying, I take it?”

“Yup. Been making these babies earn their keep,” RD said while stretching her wings.

“Speaking of earning one’s keep, could you settle something for my wife and me? It’s about that griffon you live with.”

“Gilda? What about her?”

“Not to pry, but we were wondering which of you was the homemaker,” Carrot questioned.

“Or, to put it another way, dearie”—Cup Cake poked her head out from the backroom—“which of you two is the wife? It’s Gilda, isn’t it?” she eagerly asked. “Underneath all those sharp bits, she actually looks good in an apron, doesn’t she?”

RD chuckled. “She looks good in an apron, sure, but I wouldn’t exactly call her wifely material. She’s my bitch, and she does everything I say. Although, neither of us is much of a cook. We either do takeout or frozen dinners,” she said to the Cakes’ dissatisfaction.

“Well, that doesn’t seem right,” Cup Cake gently judged. “Which of you cleans?”

“We alternate. Although, Gil prefers it when I make her, if ya know what I mean,” RD said with a lascivious grin that still didn’t appease the married couple. “What’s with all the questions, anyway?”

Carrot Cake shrugged. “We were just curious. We don’t get many griffons around here, but she seems nice enough. Although, it sounds like you’re more like bachelor roommates, rather than a couple.”

RD shrugged. “Well, we kinda are. There’s nothing that gets her wetter than cuddling up to me and doing what I say. And I’ll admit, it’s fucking hot having that mass of fur and talons and my command.”

Cup Cake tsked her disapproval. “There’s more to a relationship than getting wet. You also have to support each other, both financially and spiritually. Little does the latter better than preparing a nice clean home and a fresh meal for when your hubby comes home after a hard day’s work.” Cup Cake stepped behind the counter and nuzzled up to her tall, lanky husband.

“Don’t you two live and work out of your home?” questioned RD.

“Yes, and we also alternate,” Carrot Cake clarified. “However, making a home is about more than frozen dinners or putting of cleaning until you absolutely have to. It’s about doing those things because you want your lover to have a lovely place to come home to.”

RD’s eyes became distant. “Okay, I just pictured Gil cosplaying as you,” she said while pointing at Cup Cake. “And yeah, that was pretty fucking hot. I think I’ll have a talk with her about trying out new routines.”

“Better yet, why not take the lead and put on the apron, yourself,” Carrot Cake suggested. “I know that might seem awkward, what with you being the dom and all. However, it’s because you’re the dom that makes the gesture so special.”

“You should see Carrot’s face when I put on the leather straps and get the detachable dildo,” Cup Cake tittered.

“Imagine your lady love’s face when she comes home, only to find you in the apron,” Carrot continued.

RD blinked. “I think there’s a good chance she’ll pass out from shock,” she reasoned. “Yeah, I might have to try that, if only for her. Thanks, you two. Heh, who would have thought a married couple would have great relationship advice?” she sarcastically asked. “Well, thanks again. See ya.” And she departed for Carousel Boutique to find a suitable apron, the frilly kind that a cool pony like her wouldn’t be caught dead in. She’d either show Gilda a romantic time, or prank her brains out. Either option was good.

Author's Note

Thus concludes this interlude. The show isn’t too clear on the winter episodes, but I felt like more could have been done with this one. So, I made an anthology featuring all of the main characters simply hanging out and living life between episodes. I follow up on old relationships, play around with a few new ones, but mostly, this was a chill outing meant for the readers and characters to simply relax.

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