Not A Normal Hoard

A short while later, and the smell of pancakes were soon wafting through the palace, getting the attention of it inhabitants who were still slumbering. Twilight was at the table, nibbling on a banana to tide herself over until everything was ready.

At least, that was her claim. "You know that's really distracting, Twi." Barb sighed, trying to focus on the food, and not on the way Twilight purred as she slowly licked the banana before taking a bite.

"And you know you love it." Twilight winked and sucked in the last piece, making Barb quickly adjust her pants before they heard footsteps nearing the kitchen.

"'Bout time you got...um..." Twilight trailed off into a bemused chuckle. "Well, that's an interesting fashion statement, Tempest."

Barb turned to see what she meant, and promptly popped another boner at the sight. Tempest was standing by the table, wearing the small underboob-baring t-shirt she liked to sleep in, but that was ALL she had on. Barb's eyes trailed down to her toned, bare legs....and got an eyeful of the mare's naked pussy, netherlips glistening with her juices.

"Huh?" Tempest looked down. "Oh, yeah. Had a wet dream last night and didn't see the point in wrecking a second pair of undies."

"Wow, must've been a doozy." Twi commented, glancing over where Barb was trying to conceal her new erection and flip the pancakes.

"You can say that again!" Tempest grinned. "Hell, I still remember the whole thing: I was back in the Storm King's army and discipline a private for being out of uniform. Unfortunately, I never really saw if it was a stallion or mare....but, eh. I don't mind either."

"You're bi?" Twi asked in mild curiosity.

"Yep. With a life like that, I wasn't too picky about sausage or tacos." Tempest smirked, giving Twilight's breasts a teasing oogle. "I've dated a couple of both, but it never panned out, unfortunately. Anyway, I'm yelling at them, asking why they think nothing's wrong, then start grabbing the places that were off...their unzipped fly..." She licked her lips, rubbing a hand under her breast. "Heh, might not remember the gender, but I definitely enjoyed the feel of what I had hold of."

"Wow." Twilight blushed, grinning a bit. "Go on."

"Well, other spots were like shirt untucked...with a firm little ass to boot. Crooked buttons and collar halfway turned up. After that, I look them in the eyes and demand an explanation. You know what they say?"

"W-what?" Barb asked, her voice cracking a little as she tried to hide her arousal.

"The grab my tits and say 'You're out of uniform'. Next thing I know, I'm in this skimpy little thing that's showing EVERYTHING...and they're all over me, squeezing, licking, kissing, sucking...." She let out a shuddering moan. "Then I get flipped onto my stomach and feel something prod my asshole...sadly I woke up then."

"Wait...but you were the one getting..." Twilight's eyes took on a shrewd look. "Fizzlepop Berrytwist....are you a sub...?"

Tempest raised an eye. "And what's it to you, princess? Problem?"

"N-no! Of course not!" Twilight shook her head. "I mean, it just seems so...unlike you."

"Well, not like it could be just anyone, anyway. It'd have to be honestly believable for me to enjoy it, and someone I'd actually want in charge of me like that." Tempest shrugged negligently. "Otherwise...it's just a fun fantasy. Someone strong enough, fierce enough, and forceful enough to take control of me, having their way with my body..." She grinned. "Doubt that's ever gonna happen, to be honest. Still nice to imagine, though."

Her gaze welded to the stove, Barb's face was nearly as red as the 'on' light. Tempest Shadow - the ex-commander of the Storm King's army - fantasized about being submissive?? Her erection throbbed a little at the thought and her mind started to wander...

"Private! What the everbucking hell do you think you're doing!?" Commander Tempest barked, glaring furiously at Barb.

"Standing at attention, sir!"

"Do NOT sass me, Private!" Tempest looked her dead in the eye. "Or are you THAT unaware of just how out of uniform you are!? Look at this! Tie barely even on!" She flicking the offending article. "Buttons that look like you tried to do them blindfolded!" She yanked Barb's coat. "And what's this!?" She squeezed the exposed breast, making Barb moan. "A tit hanging out! I don't give a damn how big and soft your boobs are, Private! Though this does feel pretty nice. Think I could suck on these nipples all day."

She quickly let go. "And this....this is a bucking disgrace!" She glared at Barb's unclad lower body. "Walking around..." She reach down and grabbed her bare crotch. "With THIS hanging out! Faust damn...where you been hiding this meat sword, girl!? You could get court-martialed swinging this monster around!" She squeezed Barb's erection. "What do you have to say for yourself, solder!?"

"I learned from example, Sir!"

"What? Explain yourself, Solderrr-eep!" Tempest inhaled sharply when Barb grabbed her own crotch...which was now fully bare. The only things she had on now were thigh high boots, fingerless elbow length gloves, and a fishnet top that did nothing to cover her DD-cup breasts.

"Thigh highs with no underwear!" She pinched Tempest's clit and rolled it between her fingers, making her squeal slightly. "A top that doesn't hide a damn thing!" Her other hand clutched one of the breasts, rubbing the nipple under her palm and getting a gasp from Tempest. "And...!" She suddenly tackled her to the ground, pinning her arms under her.

"W-wha!? G-get off me, solder!" Tempest blushed as she squirmed under Barb, squeaking at the feel of Barb's erection prodding her entrance. "This is insubordination!"

"You also left yourself wide open!" Barb grinned, propping Tempest's legs over her shoulders, basically folding her up under her. "Now who's in charge?"

Tempest wriggled in an attempt to get free, but to no avail. The dragoness was a bit stronger than her.

"I said.." Barb roughly ground her dick onto Tempest's mound, causing her to moan loudly. "Who's in charge now?"

"Y-you are..." She said, a slight husky tone in her voice. "I-I'm yours, Barb.....Barb...."

"BARB! snap out of it!" Twilight cried out, shaking her.

Barb blinked and looked around rapidly. "Wha!? Who!?"

"You zoned out for a moment, the pancakes almost burnt!"

"SHIT!" She yelped, quickly flipping and plating them. 'Oh man....!' She shifted her hips a bit. 'Boner's still there, but no end result, good.

"I knew I smelled pancakes!" Starlight piped up as she entered....wearing nothing but a transparent silk nightie. "And I'm glad today's 'no panties breakfast day' now, cause otherwise I'd need to change."

Barb squawked, quickly looking away, trying to will herself limp. "Starlight! What the hell!?"

"Well, I saw Tempest walk down the hall with out panties, so I thought it was a theme today." She twirled around and wiggled her rear. "Kind of refreshing too."

Twilight stared at her for a moment with a bemused expression. "No panties breakfast....? I..." She scrunched her nose up in thought. "Ahh, why not? When in Romane." She hiked up her skirt and slipped her briefs off. "Huh, feels nice, actually."

Barb's eyes widened, realizing all three of them were now more or less flashing their ladybits at her.

"Come on, Barb!" Starlight added, bouncing over to her. "Drop em and lets all flash in the breeze!"

"NO!" Twilight half-shouted, startling them. "Uh...she-she goes commando anyway."

"Really?" Starlight asked. "Wow, when you think you know a gal. Heh."

Tempest, however, just gave her a suspicious look. "Huh, that was weird.'"

After a bit, things had calmed down and the four ladies were chowing down.

"Oh, Barb. After this, can you head over to the farm?" Twilight asked. "Applejack said those roasted apple chips and are ready to pick up."

"Ok. Promised Pinkie I'd come help her make that marscapone ice cream bombe anyway."

"That reminds me, Twilight, I think I finally found that book on enchanting you've been looking for."

"Really!? Great! I never got to finish the darn thing."

"I'm probably gonna go back to bed and rub one out over that dream." Tempest added, like she was talking about the weather, causing Barb to nearly choke on her pancakes.

"GTHHK!"