Getting Handsy

Leaving Sunburst to reboot his train of thought, Barb went up to get dressed. "I'll be back in a little while, Twilight. I promised Rarity I'd come over first thing in the morning."

"Aw, can't it wait an hour?" Twilight pouted cutely.

"Or five?" Starlight joined in, getting a look of surprise from Twilight, before the alicorn smirked.

Barb bit her lip. Celestia, when did they manage to look...HOT doing that!? The tingle between her legs returned, and she was tempted to pounce. "I..I can't." She scrounged up what willpower she could. "Rarity was adamant about fitting me for some 'classier outfits' as she put it. Besides, the sooner I go, the sooner I get done."

"All right..." The two mares conceded.

Heading back to her room, Barb started rummaging around until she found her favorite denim shorts and dark blue, low-cut blouse, along with a bra underneath. A quick look in the mirror showed how the outfit showed her curves off, and a little bit of midriff. "Not bad." She grinned, smirking at her reflection before making her way out.

'Whew, that was odd...' Barb mused to herself, thinking about how bold both mares were in groping her, especially since they'd never exhibited any attraction to her in that way before. 'But I really liked it. Maybe they were just waiting for me to be legal?' She blushed a bit at the thought.

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*CLUNK!*

"EEP!"

*SHOOMP!*

Barb quickly spun around at the racket, only to find Lrya Heartstrings laughing herself sick at Bon Bon, who'd somehow managed to get her backside stuck in a bucket.

"Will you quit that and get me out!?" Bon Bon demanded. "This thing has water in it!"

"Soon as...*cackle!*...soon as it stops being funny!" Lyra collapsed in a giggly heap.

Barb gave them both an unsure look and just shook her head before continuing. 'I wonder about those two sometimes.'

A few minutes later, and she was at Carousel Boutique. Thankfully, the 'open' sign was up. In the window she could Rarity getting her workbench set up for the day. "Well, here goes." She opened the door, the telltale tickle of the bell getting the fashionista's attention.

"Barby! You made it!" She rushed over with a wide smile.

"Well, you did say first thing in the mmMMM!" Barb was cut off when Rarity captured her lips in a kiss. Was it wasn't a quick peck; no, this was a full-on, lovers-style kiss, complete with one hand gripping the back of Barb's head!

"Mmm..." Rarity purred into it, pressing her body against Barb's.

Barb, on the other hand, was trying to process the situation. 'Rarity...is kissing me...she's kissing ME... she's KISSING me! What the hell!? I thought she was into guys t-!' She squeaked when a hand planted itself on her butt, giving the cheek a firm squeeze. 'She...she just grabbed my ass!? What's gotten into her! Why's she been so forward? And why the hell do I like it!?'

As if on autopilot, her arms slowly wrapped around Rarity's slender waist, her own firm rear temptingly close. Before she could really do much, Rarity suddenly pulled away, a blush on her face. "Oh, darling, I am SO sorry!"

"It..I...it's ok...I was just..."

"I almost forgot about your clothes!"

"Oh, uh, r-right." Barb blinked, not sure if she should be amazed or confused at how she didn't even register the kiss and grope.

"All right, I'll need you to strip down, so I can get accurate measurements." She patted the fitting stand and used her magic to close the blinds, giving them a measure of privacy. "Now, while you get ready, I'll be back in a moment with everything."

For a moment, Barb could swear she was swinging her hips deliberately as she headed to the back room. Once she was gone, Barb quickly sat down on the stand, her pulse racing. "What is going on!?" She asked herself. "First Twilight, then Starlight, now Rarity?? There's no way they could ALL have been waiting. I mean, I'm proud to have turned a couple of heads, but there's a limit...!"

A short time later, Rarity returned carrying her measuring tape and a notepad. "Oh, Barb, you haven't undressed yet. You're not nervous, are you?"

"A...a little. I mean, someone could walk in..." There was some truth in it, while she had no problem walking in her panties around the palace, that was home. Outside though...

"Oh, Barb, I'm sorry...I didn't know." A thoughtful look crossed her face. "Here, how would you like something to help you feel a bit more comfortable?"

"Uh...sure." She replied, half expecting her to put the closed sign up. Instead, she was treated to Rarity casually toss off her skirt with a bit of magic as she started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a pair of plump 39D-cup breasts, hidden behind a sheer blue lace bra. When that fell, Barb caught sight of a matching pair of thong panties that showed off her surprisingly long legs.

"There." Rarity grinned coyly, posing a little. "Feel a little better, darling?"

Barb gulped. This was the first time she'd seen Rarity wearing so...so little! Even on the beach she'd wear a one-piece; 'to keep the sand to a minimum' as she'd put it. Her face began heating up as she took in the older mare's buxom curves. "A..a little." She managed to get out, part of her running around in a panic trying to figure out why she was getting so hot and bothered about it. Taking a deep breath, she proceeded to pull her shirt and shorts off.

"Hm, perhaps some new underwear too." Rarity mused, looking at Barb's coltshorts. "What do you think, Barb? Maybe something like mine?" She gave a quick twirl to show off, and letting Barb get a good view of her firm-looking ass.

"M-maybe." She said, having to regain her balance a bit when she got up on the stand.

Rarity proceeded to step behind her. "Let's start from the top down, shall we? Arms out, please."

Barb complied and tensed a little when she began measuring her bust. "Hm, a 40E? Whatever you did, darling, puberty was definitely pleased with it." She circled around and took a second measure, giving one of her breast a playful pat. "And I thought mine were firm."

"Heh..thanks." Barb blushed.

The measuring continued, getting her arms, shoulders, and sides. As she wrapped the measuring tape around her waist, Rarity asked. "Barby, have you been working out with Applejack?"

"A little. She's been showing me how to improve my kicks. Whyy-yeep!" She jumped a lil when Rarity slid a hand over her thigh and gave her rear a firmer squeeze than before, her fingers digging into the soft globes a bit. "R-Rarity...! What are you..??"

"Oh my...callipygian with applebucking thighs?" Barb could almost hear her bite her lip. "Mm! I can get behind that combination!"

'I..." Barb tried to say something, but her voice died in her throat as she felt Rarity almost grind up against her, purring a little.

"Now, last but not least." Rarity stepped in front of her and measured her inseam. However, her hand was a bit...turned as it reached Barb's crotch.

A squeak escaped the dragoness' lips when she felt the palm against her through the thin fabric.

"Ooh...very nice." Rarity licked her lips, running a ringer along the cleft of her netherlips.

"R-Rarity..." Barb whimpered, her hips lifting slightly. "Your...your hand...!"

Rarity responded by rubbing a little harder, earning a moan. "Tell me, darling." She asked, getting Barb to look down. "Have you ever considered the thought of..." She gently cupped her mound. "Crotchless panties?"

"W-what...!?" Barb 'eeped', trying her hardest not to squirm in her friend's grip.

"You certainly have the body and curves for it." Rarity continued to rub her mound, slowly moving closer until their lips were almost touching.

"Rare..." Barb's breath was shallow, and she could feel she was already wet down there.

"Rarity!" The unmistakable squeak of Sweetie Belle called down from upstairs. "Breakfast's ready!"

"Oh, poo!" Rarity pouted, letting her go. "Just when things were getting good!" She sighed. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm afraid we'll have to continue your fitting later." She kissed her again, flicking her tongue over Barb's teeth. "See you later, Beautiful." She picked up her clothes and headed upstairs.

Barb stood there, shaking a little as she tried to get her heart to settle down. It didn't help that she could still feel Rarity's hand between her legs, as well catching a whiff of her own arousal. 'W-w-what the hell is going on!?'

It took several minutes for her to calm down enough to get dressed again. She debated whether or not to keep wearing her now damp underwear or go commando, since she was already used to wearing none after forgetting to do laundry a few times. "Better not.." She said, pulling them off and tossing the pair in the trash. "Last thing I need is a rash."

Putting the rest of her clothes back on, she was reminded of Sweetie mentioning 'breakfast' when her stomach almost snarled. "Ok, ok." She muttered, giving her belly a swat. "I'll get something to eat, knock it off!"

The trip to Sugar Cube Corner proved to be a little therapeutic; she was still feeling rather flustered from it all, but it wasn't quite as bad as earlier.

"Welcome to Sugar Cube-hi, Barby!" Pinkie chirped when she entered the bakery, vaulting over the counter and tackling her in a flying glomp. "I still can't believe you're eightteen! It feels like it was just yesterday when you were trying your first fireball cinnabon pie!

"Pinks, that was yesterday. You spent a week creating the recipe and brought the first one to my birthday."

She just grinned confidently. "See? I was right!" Pinkie then looked at her from multiple angles. "You ok, Barby? You look flushed."

"Kinda. It's a long story."

"Oh, I know just the thing to help with that! C'mon!" Next think Barb knew, she was pulled into the back and shoved into a chair. "Gimmie a sec!" As the partymare darted around the kitchen, Barb noticed she was wearing little more than a low-cut skintight tanktop and yoga pants, showing off a body that was almost similar to her own, curve-wise, though pinkie's breasts were a little bit bouncier.

A few minutes later, she came back carrying a large stack of pancakes, covered in raspberry syrup. "Wow that looks good!" Barb licked her lips at the sight. Though, she wasn't quite prepared when Pinkie plopped down in her lip, wiggling a bit to get comfortable.

Barb had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She wasn't sure how, but Pinkie had managed to make it feel like she had just ground right on her bare crotch. 'Faust, how's she do that!?'

"Open wide!" She smiled, holding up a forkful.

Barb looked at for a sec before she just grinned a little and opened her mouth. However, what they both forgot is that syrup can, and will drip if you aren't careful. And Pinkie had put a lot on the pancakes. By the time she bit down on it, a fair bit of the syrup had fallen onto her breast. "Oh crud!" She muttered, glaring at the sticky mess. "I need a napik or something...!"

"I got it!" Pinkie leaned in and ran her tongue of Barb's chest, getting the syrup, but also sending a shiver up her spine.

"P-Pinkie...!" She yelped, her face one again bright red.

"Yummy." Pinkie purred, licking her lips.

"Wha..?" 'Now PINKIE'S doing this!?' She thought, absentminded taking the next bite Pinkie offered, shuddering again when Pinkie dove into her cleavage again. 'A girl could get used to that...but...why??'

"Ooh, Barby?"

"Huh?" Barb looked to see Pinkie's chest inches from her face, both breasts covered in syrup.

"Could you get that for me? My hands are full." She then for the kill by adding puppy dog eyes.

Barb's face turned even redder. She nervously looked at the offered chest. To be honest, she wasn't a stranger to the situation...she licked marshmallow cream off Rumble's cheek a while back as a bet. 'Well...it-it only fair right...?' Leaning down, she slowly ran her tongue between Pinkie's soft breast, feeling the almost silky fur underneath the sticky-sweet coating.

"*giggle* That tickles!" Pinkie squirmed and fidgeted as she slowly licked her clean.

"Heh, that....was kinda fun." She admitted, licking a bit of syrup off her lips. The rest of the meal went this way, licking each other clean every few bites.

Before long, the pancakes were done. "Now..." Pinkie's voice turned husky as she flicked the plate into the sink -and somehow landing it with breaking -, "Time for the main course." She quickly turned to straddle her, wrapping a leg arunf the back of the chair.

"Pinkie..?" Barb's breath hitched as she slowly moved in, lips brushing against each other...

"Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake called out. "We need a hand, the breakfast rush's started!"

"Whoops! I forgot about that!" She quickly hopped off Barb's lap. "Have to take a raincheck on that." She said, bumping noses with her before bounding to the front.

Meanwhile, Barb sat there in a slight daze. "Pinkie too..??"

"What in Tararus is going on!?" Barb nearly shrieked once she made out of the bakery. "Rarity and Pinkie now!?" Though, while that was confusing enough, what really befuddled her was the fact that she was enjoying it all. Really enjoying it...like, 'getting horny' enjoying it. "I..I'm still into stallions...aren't I?"

"Hey there, Barb." A deep baritone greeted her nearby. "Somethin' wrong? Yer lookin' like Caramel when he fergets a birthday."

"Big Mac!" She brightened up, looking at the beefy farmpony. "Just the stallion I need."

"Um, ok. What do ya neeMMPFHH!!?" He stumbled back when she tackled him, lips latched onto his.