As Luck Would Have It

It had been a good three months, to say the least. Patch helped his new girlfriend move into his apartment with what few items she brought with her. Then, according to Jasmine, had the patience of a saint when she went out to buy all new items to fill her closet and living space with. They didn’t really need another bedroom for her. Both of them adapted to sleeping in the same bed within days and they weren’t going to change that arrangement.

True to her word, Pearl gave Jasmine her own section in a stripmall to open up her own bakery. Since Pop Candy already had her own candy shop, she was only called in when needed while simultaneously doing the same for her whenever she could. Within a month, the catwoman’s ovens were piping hot and popping out pastries and baguettes by the truck loads. The only real problem she found was hiring help that actually knew how to cook. After a few rounds of trial and error, she found a reliable staff to assist her.

Jasmine’s Buns opened to a rousing initial weekend. Much of the inventory she cooked up beforehand flew off the shelves a bit faster than she had hoped, but she was able to keep up with demand. Though, it was quite a pain to ask people to wait while the dough settled, she was quite flattered when her clientele assured her it was worth the wait.

Patch was quite enthused with her success in the baking industry. Though, the downside was that, as a baker, she had to attend the ovens at around four in the morning every day except for Sunday, when her store was closed. The hiring of subordinates helped, but only a little. She demanded a bit of a standard in her food quality that had to be met if she was going to keep up the competitive nature of the cooking community.

That morning, however, she had all three of her hirees attending the shop. It was one of the very few days she was able to sleep in. Patch was off that day from his job at the Video Star and it was almost as if the fates had met full circle for the first time in a long time. Still, given her strict sleep schedule, sleeping in was more of a relative statement. Her body only demanded a few extra hours on occasion and now she found herself wide awake at six thirty in the morning.

Patch, on the other hand, had a waking period as sporadic as the rain in spring. Some days, he would be more than happy to wake up along with her not-so-early hours in the morning. Then there were days that she couldn’t keep him awake under any circumstances. His body had never been trained in such a way, so it was more of a roll of the dice than anything.

That morning, however, he felt his own hot breath against his face, along with a very soft, pillowy feeling on his snout and muzzle. He opened his eyes to see the kitty was leaning over him with her tits hanging down over his face. He smiled and began to kiss her bountiful globes, making sure to give the nipples little licks.

“Good morning, Patchy.” She whispered to him and batted her tits gently against his face as she jiggled a bit. “I thought about letting you sleep, but then I noticed that at least part of you was awake.” Jasmine’s hand slid down his stomach to glide over his very lively boner that lay flat against his groin.

He chuckled a little bit as his tongue began to concentrate on a single bright pink nipple. She shuddered a little bit, goosebumps going over her skin which was covered by a golden brown pelt of bengal spots. His hand came up to her other tit and began to caress it as his body showed some signs of life. Her palm rubbed against the crotch of his underwear. She felt his wonderful mid ring, his shaft and the head of his dick before sliding back down to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze.

The bright tan pony reciprocated by sucking that much harder on her nipple, making it rock hard and her areola began to grow bumpy. Jasmine purred, lavishing in the tease. She gasped as his mouth went to her next nipple to make it mirror the other. Then his hand went down to her nice juicy butt to give it a squeeze. Her rump molded to his touch. The Abyssinian moved it to mirror his caressing motions. His wrist pressed against her labia to feel her heat and the juices that were working at full capacity.

“Someone’s a tiny bit wet.” He smirked at her as she blushed deep. The fact that they had not had a whole lot of time between work to play like this was only making her heat worse. Spring was in the air and nature was knocking on her door, telling her to give in. She fought the urge, though. She was having entirely too much fun.

“You hush, bloody mozzie!” She let out a gasp and a moan as his hand pressed against her area. He pulled his hand away from her sticky lips only to have his mouth meet hers in a kiss. Her purring only grew more intense as they rubbed their lips together and their tongues slowly caressed each other. His hands explored her beautiful, soft body as she put her knees on either side of his hips. She straddled him and smiled as he pushed his lips firmly against hers as he rose to a sitting position. Their private areas met and she could feel his member twitch as she began to sink his length between her cunt as it dripped all over him.

“You’re in quite the playful mood, aren’t you?” Patch said after they had broken the kiss. His naked girlfriend gave a meek smile as she petted along his mane and his jawline with a soft hand.

“You can say that, yeah.” Jasmine giggled as she continued to embellish herself in the feeling of his trunk moistening her tender lips. “I’ve missed you these past few weeks. I wish I could take some more time off from work, but things are still a bit unstable. I can’t just throw away this amazing gift Pearl gave to me.”

“Yeah, speaking of which, have you talked to her lately?” Patch reached up and began to caress those beautiful bags hanging from her chest and she looked down at them happily. She cooed and placed her hands over his as he squeezed her ample breasts. Her cheeks were starting to turn red as his cock did its work. Her back and forth movement became more energetic.

“N-no, not since the wedding. Her assistant said she may be out for a bit on a family emergency.” Jasmine said, her grinding never stopping for a moment. “What about F-Fable? You heard from him lately?”

“Yeah, actually. We game every so often. He has a great group on the Neptune Online.” Now his breath was starting to grow stronger. His eyes clenched shut a few times as his lust was starting to build. Her devious smirk relished in his torture. It was entirely too much fun to see him sweat under this kind of pressure. “He should be online soon. Right now, though, I don’t care.”

“We don’t seem to get a lot of time for this anymore.” She admitted. Then she sat down flat on his lap and felt his pulsing cock press against her very wet pink lips. “I’ve been wanting you all week, but I keep falling asleep before you get home.” Her hips began to grind and she felt him twitch against her as she smeared her wetness all over his boxer briefs.

“Sometimes, I think I should wake you up.” Patch laid a kiss on her nose and she crinkled it with a smirk. Then their mouths met yet again in a very deep kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He reached down with both of his thumbs and slid the hem of his underwear down so that her cunny pressed against his dark brown cock. He flexed his penis to press harder against her and she could only grind harder. Precum leaked generous portions from his tip as she gasped and caressed his tongue with her own.

“Maybe you should.” She purred, then smiled as he started to grind against her as well, drawing a small gasp.

That’s when he grabbed hold of his shaft and angled his dick upward. He sank into her honey hole much faster than she thought, causing her to give a moan of ecstasy and surprise. Before she knew it he had her leaned back and began to thrust into her with a great amount of vigor. She whined and gave pitiful cries, begging him to fuck her harder. He switched positions onto his knees and began humping her downward. This time, he banged her without relent and caused her to grasp at his forearms in a feeble attempt at control.

He had not been jerking off lately. His job at the Video Star was demanding more hours out of him because of the school year entering into end of semester testing. His dick was at full capacity and his pumping force was both hard hitting and gaining up a great deal of momentum. She tried to say something but every time she tried, her pleasure spiked up. There was an orgasm that caused her to squirt all over his shaft and his balls. Then there was another that caused her legs to twitch.

Every time her pleasure boiled into an orgasm, Patch grinned, obviously quite proud of himself. He counted five before he finally shot his own white goo directly into her cervix, filling her uterus. Their fluids mixed and drizzled onto the bed sheets as Jasmine attempted to catch her breath. Without warning, though, Patch thrust into her a few more times. Her pussy was already way too excited to ignore it, and her moans heightened higher and higher into yet another climax.

That was when Patch finally pulled out of her. In one smooth motion, he brought her knees together and pushed her over onto her side. Sweat ran down her face and her chest as she panted horribly.

“You’re such a wanker.” She managed to say between heavy breathing. He laughed at this as he lay beside her, breathing the fire out of his lungs. He didn’t cuddle up too close. Jasmine ran very hot after one of their harder sessions, and every hand placement would be met with great discomfort. He did reach up to the ceiling in a sitting position and turn the fan on whirlwind mode.

There was silence for a good long while. Jas’s mind wandered for a bit and she couldn’t help but think about how she was keeping all of his semen deep within her, though a great deal of it was smearing into the fur on her inner thighs. She began to wonder. That turned into a very grim reality.

“You alright, Jassy?” Patch asked, noting her silence was carrying on longer than usual. She rolled over to face him and she managed a bit of a smile. Her body had cooled off considerably at this point, and she leaned in to give him cuddles.

“I am.” She said in her accent that he found ever so endearing. “Just been thinking a lot lately. You know I would never resent you for being a pony, right?”

This brought him a very befuddled expression as he looked at her. Of all the things, this definitely wasn’t the conversation he expected to pop up. He blinked and nodded to her, but the puzzled face didn’t leave him. She opened her mouth to speak once again, but then sighed and closed it.

“I don’t know what I’m on about, just ignore me.” Her head pressed against the pillow as her train of thought only brought her deeper into dismay. Then she felt his arms engulf her, along with some kisses to her cheek. Then he blew a little raspberry into the side of her head and she squealed a little bit. They both gave a little laugh as she rolled onto her back and met his eyes with her own. “You’re too good to me.”

“We’ve had this discussion, Jasmine. I’m only as good to you as your cooking for me.” He was struggling to keep a straight face. Her mouth opened wide as she gave an exaggerated gasp at this profound statement. “If your cooking got any worse, I don’t know what the future holds for us. I’m sorry, Jassy, that’s just the way it is.”

“You villain!” She cried out in a more exaggerated tone and gave his cheek a little pat in a slapping motion. This caused them both to laugh once again. They met in another small kiss before Jasmine rolled out of the full sized bed. “I’m gonna clean up a bit and make some brekky. I suggest you do the same. You smell like cat.” She stuck her tongue out at him as she walked to the hallway toward the bathroom.

“I can’t imagine.” Patch shook his head and gave a small snicker. He laid there for a moment, in thought. He noted her strange behavior when they got done with their little romp and it puzzled him a little. He wasn’t the greatest at reading women, but he knew that something was wrong. The comment on him being a pony was a bit of a red flag as well. What was that all about? Patch twiddled his thumbs for a moment, looking down at his cock as it lay docile on his pelvis. It was still smothered in drying juices and she was in the bathroom, starting up the shower.

Then he looked at his Neptune 6 sitting on his shelf underneath his TV and shrugged. He grabbed his controller and turned it on. Patch grabbed his headset and put it on as his console logged in. Sure enough, both Fable and Winter were online. Xero Shot 2 loaded up in a hurry as he was promptly invited to their game.

“Ah! There’s a new challenger.” Winter said as Fable laughed a little bit. “Thank fuck! Patch, seriously, we’ve been dealing with some characters today. Some ten year old colt would not stop with the bullshit. I’m not one for bullying children, but I have to say I enjoyed spam killing this little bastard.”

“No kidding?” Patch asked, joining their lobby. SnowEPone and QuillandInk79 showed up on his screen with his name, NoobCrater11. “Well, I’m here now and I’ll take care of the neighsayers.”

“Yeah, now we can do three on three without worrying about noob-bloods. So, how’s that cat girl of yours, Patch? She keeping you busy?” Fable asked, coy as ever.

“Well, yeah, but we’ve been busy with work lately. So we haven’t had a whole lot of time for fun. Her new bakery is doing pretty well, though.” Patch said as they started up a random game. The team that they set to fight were a mismatch of random ponies, all of them varying levels.

“That’s too bad. Just don’t have kids, bro. They’ll add a whole different layer of bullshit. I love Ember Wing, but I would like to sit down once in a while without worrying that he won’t like it and start wailing like a…”

“Baby? Yeah, that kinda happens. Now, let’s make they big heads so hard!” Winter said, his voice sounding a little more distant. “Where the hell is Spark?”

“He’s packing, remember?” Fable said as the match started, and they began their normal strategy of pincer moves. Their high tech armor and guns locked and loaded. Fable jumped with his thrusters onto a high vantage point with his scoped single shot rifle while Winter came around the side with his assault rifle. Patch produced two pistols of the magnum variety and it was time to shoot some fish in a barrel.

“Is he still going to make it tonight?” Winter asked as he started to rain bullets on two of the enemy players as they came around the corner. “I know Voltage said she’s coming.”

“Yeah, last time I checked, Spark is still gonna come over. I told him I’d teach him how to barbeque on a coal grill.” Fable unleashed one shot that thwacked against a player’s head.

“What the hell are you two talking about?!” One of the other players asked. “Can you please keep this channel clear and talk on team chat?”

“Why? At least you know we’re not plotting against you or anything.” Winter laughed a little.

“Are you guys having a get together?” Patch asked as he entered the enemy’s territory to set up a trap he had in his loadout.

“Oh yeah!” Both the pegasus and unicorn said.

“Patch! Holy crap! I’m sorry, bro! You should totally come over! We’re having a pool party at my pad now that Ember is sleeping through the night.” Fable said, pulling out his machine pistol side arm as he saw one of the opponents run up toward him at his highground.

“Whoa, for real? You want me to come over?” Patch asked as he started firing at Fable’s would-be killer. Both of his magnums took him down in three shots.

“Hell yeah! Bring Jasmine too! Pearl and Death Metal are gonna be there. They just got back from their honeymoon.” Winter said.

“Shut the hell up! Stop distracting me!” One of the opposing team said, obviously a newly puberty ridden voice that was on the verge of cracking.

“Why, you’re losing anyway.” Patch said as he started to strafe around two of them, blasting them both in their midsections as he only took minimal damage from their submachine gun.

They caused gales of laughter from both Fable and Winter while Patch joined in. The match promptly ended as the opposing team all logged off at once. This renewed their guffaws as all of them couldn’t control themselves.

“That was awesome!” Patch said between sobbing heaves of giggles and both of his counterparts agreed. It took them a moment to finally calm down and set up a new game. “So, when is this little shindig?”

“It’s tonight at around seven. Just bring some beer or something to eat or whatever.” Fable queued them up for another game.

It was at this point that Patch heard a female voice clear her throat. His eyes darted over to Jasmine, who was standing in the doorway with her brush working its way through her fur. Her stink eye was palpable as she noticed that his cock was now crusted with their dried juices. She frowned and glared toward him. He stared at her with wide eyes, not entirely sure how to handle this situation.

His worry for the situation only compounded as he saw a grin pass over her face. It took him a moment to notice that Fable and Winter had been talking that entire time.

“Patch? You there, bro?” Winter asked as the game began its countdown.

“Uhh, yeah, I’m here.” Patch replied. He turned back to the game and didn’t notice that she had disappeared back into the hallway. “I’m ready, let’s do this. Let’s make them hard… or whatever you say.”

“Hey, that’s my thing, don’t steal my thing!” Winter said with a playfully sinister tone. “I’ll make you wear your ass on your shoulders!” This caused both Fable and Patch to crack up.

“Oh! Sweet babies!” Patch shouted as he was jarred with the feeling of a cold, clammy sheet rubbing over his cock and balls. He glanced down to see his cat girlfriend rubbing a wipe over his schlong in long strokes. She made sure to clean off all of the old juices and get the dark brown skin nice and shiny.

“Ummmm, Patch, you okay, bro?” Fable asked as they went in on their killing run through a heavily forested map. His eyes flicked back to the screen as she got another wipe, and he had to cringe against the cold, dank sensation once again with pursed lips.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Just some static in my headphones.” He looked down at her and mouthed at her, asking what she was doing. She rolled her eyes and threw away the wipes as her tongue began to poke against the very tip of his now very hard cock. She made sure that her wiping motions were the same as jerking him off so that she could get that extra life she so craved from it.

She’d played this with him before, only last time it was in a multiplayer one on one match without judgy teammates. He had to keep his concentration in tact now. There was no room for error in this. Immediately as she plunged her mouth onto his dick, his tip going to the back of her mouth and her tongue wallowing all over him, his movement went side-long and his legs clenched up as he fired off a few magnum rounds without meaning to.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” Fable asked, his avatar looking toward Patch, who seemed frozen in time for a moment before running again.

“It’s fine, I’m good!” Patch began to sweat as his girlfriend took off the playful nature of her little ruse. Her cock sucking went full force as her mouth traveled up and down his shaft. Her tongue flicked against his tip every so often and her fingers started to play with his balls.

His gameplay was marred with mistakes. She would do something along the lines of sucking along the side of his length, jerking him while she sucked his head and just about every other move she knew. She even spit on his dick to start jerking him with twisting and ball shaking momentum.

“Patch? Did you just get killed again? What are y--- ooohhhh, wait a minute.” Fable said as he heard a bit of heavy breathing on the other end of the mic. “Dude, Jasmine’s pulling a Grem.”

“No shit! I knew something was up. She’s totally sucking you off right now, isn’t she?” Winter laughed.

“Wh-what? How did you--”

“Dude, you new or something? This happens to us all the damn time. Our girls see that we’re paying too much attention to the screen and not enough time with them. So, they decide to get on our wangs and we start playing like total ass.” Fable said as he fired down the one who fragged Patch in a revenge kill.

“I guess he really is one of us, isn’t he? Wow, they grow up so fast.” Winter sniffed as if he were crying. “Not to mention his story of losing his virginity trumps ours by a long shot.”

“No kidding, though, I still consider it a win that I lost mine in a library.” Fable said this, then started laughing. “And this jerk just had to go and fuck her in the ass!”

“Come on bro, let’s give our friend some cover while he deals with this.” Winter said as he sprayed bullets into a passing enemy.

Patch caught sentence fragments and random phrases from all of this. His mind was on both his game and the cat woman going at his dick like it was the most delicious thing on the menu. He still tried to remain in the game! His mind was dead set on beating the oncoming enemies who were starting to mobilize simultaneously.

The more he concentrated, the more he found that his climax was rising. The harder she sucked, the harder his fingers blazed the triggers of his magnum pistols. Then there came the finisher as his mouth clenched shut harder and his game avatar released a grenade. The beeping, egg shaped chrome canister bounced off the metal road and directly up into the middle enemy’s helmet!

Patch’s cock hole squeezed up and shot Jasmine straight in the forehead with a nice sized wad. Boom, headshot, forgive the pun. As the Grenade took out two of them, his pistols blared once again after he locked two more clips into place. Bullets flaring with incendiary capabilities lodged into the third enemy’s chest as he took him down with several hollow chest wounds as he went down. The match promptly ended!

“Did you fucking see that?!” Fable said, laughing his ass off. “He totally just blasted you bastards while getting a fucking blowjob!”

“What?! WTF, man?!” The enemy player said.

“Dude! That was beautiful! A headshot with a fucking grenade.” Winter couldn’t help but crack up big time. The enemy team began to chime in with their routy argumentative shouting. It was promptly drowned out by Fable and Winter wailing at them like petulant cry babies.

Patch sat there with a big smile on his face as he sat in dreamy wonder. That was until the daydreaming wore off and he looked down to see Jasmine with her arms crossed under her breasts. Her glare upon him was that of killing intent, her glower only growing darker as he shrank.

“You pulled back…” Jasmine tapped her elbow as she bared her fangs. “I just got out of the bloody shower!” Her Abyssinian accent coming out harsh and with much less of a filter.

He broke out in a cold sweat as he looked down at his dozing knob. His eyes flicked back toward her glare and she looked as if she were on the verge of hissing. Cum dribbled down from her eyebrow to her cheek, thankfully not touching her eye.

"Wait!" Patch said, holding up his hands to stop her as her mouth opened again. "Let me make it up to you." He broke into a bit of a sweat.

"How?" Her tone let him know that she was not kidding around.

Within just a few moments, he had brought her back to the shower. He got the water to just the right temperature and began to run his hands down her back. From her shoulder blades to her back waistline, his hands took turns stroking her fur in quick succession. At first it seemed like she stayed rigid in her stance, but soon she slumped down in the tub and began to mewl.

"Ooohhh, Patch, you rotten tosser!" She ached as her back arched, giving three very low cracking noises as one hand began to stroke the side of her neck while the other continued to glide over her back. "Fine!" She relented her harsh overtones and gave in. "You're forgiven! Just please, don't stop!"

Patch looked at her with wide eyes as his hands did their work. He knew she liked this sort of thing, but he had no idea that this would work so well. Apparently, adding hot water to the mix worked wonders.

Fable opened the door in front of the cat and pony couple and both of them beheld the red pegasus in his green swim trunks. Both of them were taken by surprise by just how fit the black maned pony was. He held up his hands and let out an exaggerated “Eeeeyyyy!”

“Hey Fable!” He said as he held up his hands and they met in a strong bro handshake. “Dude, nice pad!”

“Thanks, bro.” Fable replied. Patch was not kidding, either. The house was well furnished, and looked like it must have had four bedrooms. The living room was more than big enough for all of the party guests that were already there. At the couch was Letty, holding the infantile Ember Wing who gazed at the new people with some wonder before getting distracted by the small green ball in his clutches.

Beside them was Winter, the azure unicorn with a brown unicorn mare. Both of them had game controllers, playing a fighting game as they looked around Fable, Patch and Jasmine who got in their way. All of them were dressed in their bathing suits except for Golden Goal, who actually wore quite a bit of clothing while she played Winter in the one on one fighting game “Masters of Dojin”.

“Hey!” Jasmine smiled big as she handed Patch all of their food items that they brought. Many of them were samples of her cooking. Then she knelt down beside Letty and marvelled at the little foal that stared at the catwoman with a tiny smile. “This is the little tike, huh? How old is he?”

“He’s almost four months.” Letty said as she put her hand on his chest to keep Ember from leaning over too much. His little wings were getting a good amount of feathers and his black mane was coming in quite nicely as he had lost all of his birth hair, it seemed. The orange furred pony made random noises with his mouth as he reached for Jasmine, who took both of his hands in her hands, thumbs over the back of his hands.

“He’s beautiful.” She said as she smelled the top of his head. It was everything she could have hoped for. His scent was so natural, so untarnished and his movements were so imprecise and ever changing.

That was when she looked back to see Patch and Fable giving her something of a wide-eyed look. They paused as she immersed herself in the presence of little baby Ember Wing.

“Hey, give her a break.” Letty told both of them. “This is probably her first time interacting with a foal.” She looked at Jasmine, who nodded, still entranced by the little baby who reached for her whiskers.

That was when Letty blocked Ember’s advance, whispering “no” in his ear. “Trust me, dear. You don’t want him grabbing onto hair, especially your whiskers.” Letty giggled.

Fable and Patch moved into the kitchen where Spark was preparing some wheat patties for the grill. Fable looked over the pile of uncooked wheat burgers and smiled.

“Looking good, Spark! You put them in the sauce?” Fable asked and Spark nodded. He couldn’t help but notice that the orange unicorn looked somewhat distant and uninterested as he mashed another wheat patty together. “You heard anything from Voltage?”

Spark immediately stopped mashing and turned a concerned eye over to Fable. “No, why?”

Fable recoiled a little bit while Patch gave him a weird look. “Uhh, no reason bro. I just thought you said she was coming to the party.”

“She said she was.” Spark shrugged and finished shaping the wheat before placing it into the little plate with the sauce puddle in the middle of it. “I haven’t heard from her since this morning.”

“This is probably the longest I’ve seen you go without her.” Fable said, then remembered that he had another set of guests to entertain. Then he shook his head and shrugged. “Just tell me when you’re done saucing them up and we’ll head to the backyard.”

“Will do.” Spark said and waved to Patch, who waved back. “I’d shake your hand, but they’re covered in marinate. I’m Electric Spark, or Gemini88 as you may have seen me. Fable says he has a pretty awesome story about your game this morning.”

“You kidding? Only the greatest story ever conceived by the gods of gaming!” Fable slapped Patch on the back, making him blush. “The overused word ‘epic’ would be especially fitting.”

“Well, I don’t know about all of that--” Patch said, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

“Whoa! Hold that thought.” Fable walked off to the front door, leaving Patch and Spark in the kitchen alone.

Spark held up a large plate of patties for Patch to take, and he did so. Then the unicorn picked up all of the cooking tools and condiments that went with them.

“Alright, I guess you can tell me all about this wonderful happenstance while we stand over a grill full of burgers. Just like our fathers of old.” As they made their way through the living room, toward the back, there came another unicorn, a white one, accompanied by a familiar gray bat pony.

“Hey! Who called for the life of the party!?” Grem announced as she entered the living room with Diamond Sword. Behind them, there came another familiar face. Death Metal and Pearl Necklace were both wearing very little in the ways of fabric. They wore their tiny two piece bikinis and literally nothing else other than Death wearing her shades.

“Well, hey guys.” Winter said as he looked over to Spark and Patch with the barbeque stuff. “I guess that means we’re populating the pool?” He pressed the button to turn off the Neptune 6 and got up with his girl close behind.

“Yup, follow Spark!” Fable said as he headed up the rear of the crowd.

“Fable, do you have a hot tub by any chance?” Pearl asked as they all started to trickle out of the house, already pairing up with each other as they started tossing their swim towels onto the chairs. “These are my last two days of vacation and I really need to get some more tension out of my joints before I hit work again.”

“Sure! I don’t know if it matches what you’re accustomed to, but I have a little pool over at the far end.” Fable motioned toward the smaller underground pool that extended past the main one.

“I have taken great pains to rid myself of the spoiled brat I was raised to be, my dear Fabs.” Pearl patted his cheek as she walked past him toward the smaller pool.

“I may have had something to do with that.” Death Metal said as she followed her wife.

“Well, that was nice of you.” Fable said and Death passed him a tiny smile before turning to see Pearl sit on the edge of the water and dip her hooves in.

“Mind if we join you?” Both Death and Pearl looked up to see Grem and Diamond Sword walk up, hand in hand.

“You returned my pearls to me, you can sit wherever you want.” Pearl Necklace pushed off into the tub and reached over to the switch, turning the tub to heat. “I still can’t thank you enough for that.”

“It’s what we do, after all.” Diamond said as he removed his shirt, only in his trunks. He revealed his chiseled physique to the three of them. His abs were always quite impressive. However, the mannerism in which he did it was quite awkward. Death could tell that it was because his left hand was closed in a fist. “I’m just sorry you had to go through all of that. It must have been nerve racking.”

“Ummm, yeah, you could say that.” Pearl said, and the white mare beside her put her arm around her shoulders and scooted closer to her in the water. “My hair was falling out of my mane at one point. To say I lost some sleep is a bit of an understatement.”

The pink earth pony leaned her head onto her wife’s shoulder, and Death put her head on top of hers as their hands met in the middle. When they first started dating, Death Metal refused to show anything of public displays of affection. In fact, they didn’t even kiss all that often in the first few months. Pearl never gave up on the struggle, though, and it took some doing. The first real moment they displayed their love was at the airport when Pearl came back home from a two week excursion in Manehattan. They met in the middle of the baggage claim in a very tight embrace and a kiss.

“I told you things would get better.” Death said and the two of them exchanged looks.

“You two are just the cutest.” Grem smiled sweetly. Her body was clad in a very revealing two piece purple bikini with deep shades of purple palm trees lining what little fabric there was. Her gigantic tits pressed against the triangle cups to the point where her nipples were perpetually outlined. “Speaking of which, I don’t suppose you’re wondering what happened to the Duchess?”

Both of the earth ponies turned their heads to her, instantly intrigued at the notion. Both of the royal guards were taken by surprise at the intensity of their looks.

“Go on?” Pearl urged her and Grem cleared her throat.

“Oh, yeah, well she made the mistake of pleading not guilty. So, with such a large lump of evidence against her, the biggest charges included extortion, conspiracy, coercion, abuse of royal power and a barrage of other serious charges. It’s looking like it’s going to be around twenty to thirty years.” Grem said as she leaned onto Diamond’s shoulder.

“Damn.” Death said, a little impressed at such a large estimate. “It’s still not done?”

“Oh,” Diamond scoffed. “No, these royal scandals always take the longest. It’ll probably be another month or so before they pass sentence.”

“Well, as long as she’s going away.” Pearl said, making both of them nod. “Now, onto another point.” Pearl pointed to Diamond’s hand with the inclosed fist.

“Yeah, I noticed that too.” Death Metal tilted her head to the side. Both of them were taken aback as Grem began to blush tremendously.

“Oh, you want to see what this is?” He grinned as he opened his hand and the only thing he had was what looked like a tiny white handle with a pink button on top. “It’s pretty cool. I ordered it for Grem two weeks ago and this is actually our first test for it in a social gathering.”

“Wait, Sword, no--oohh!” Grem began to protest, but he pressed the button anyway, and the sudden convulsion he had made the two earth ponies recoil with wide eyes. She did her best to be quite as she began to twitch all over and bite back a very loud, long moan. Her face became beet red and her hands gripped her tits where her nipples were now sticking out like little knobs.

She finally took a breath as it let up, and she leaned completely against the edge of the tub. Her breaths were heaving gasps as she breathed the steam out. The married couple gazed in amazement as Grem leaned against Diamond’s torso, almost limp from the stimulation she just endured.

“Did she just have a--” Pearl was about to ask, and Diamond nodded as the gray bat pony panted and held onto him.

“Yup, we put it on the highest setting and now she can be kept nice and satiated without flying off the handle.” Diamond said as Grem reached up and grabbed his chin, pulling him into a lustful kiss.

“I’ll make you pay for this.” Grem growled at him as she continued to kiss him. He only hummed his agreement and chuckled as they kept making out.

“Birthday gift?” Pearl whispered to Death Metal, who shrugged.