The Equestrian Gaming League

Vera couldn’t go home after such an abysmal performance. One moment, she felt like herself and was all ready for action. The next moment, she was curled up in the fetal position, wishing she wasn’t there. Such embarrassment and insecurities were going to be the death of her. So, where did that leave her on a fine night like that night? Neon Power, of course! The arcade when arcades were resurrected after a long and untimely death was her solace from many of her troubles, especially when Dusk and Midnight had their little spats and stopped talking to each other.

It didn’t matter the order of birth, Vera was always seen as the middle child. Any time they were on two opposing sides, it was always up to her to join forces with one of them and she just couldn’t do it. She went silent and decided to go play somewhere else, away from her siblings so that she didn’t need to feel the pressure. It was always so stressful being in a team with them. Here she thought everything would be different now that they were in the Knights of Chaos, but no, it was just someone else who opposed Midnight and more people to take more sides.

She didn’t think about any of that when she went to one of the classic game cabinets to play one of her favorite beat em ups. Battle Bash had to be her favorite game out of any of them. It had a small cult following behind it, but she never liked its fanbase. They were all game purists and thought that it was the perfectly little angel of a system when it really wasn’t. She loved it while also being able to admit its flaws. It was more just for the nostalgia, and she was perfectly comfortable with that. She couldn’t make it to the end of the game by herself either, mostly relying on her siblings, otherwise she would die at level 5, and she was perfectly comfortable with that too. She worked the joystick and pressed the big red, blue and yellow buttons all the same.

This time, though, she must have been off her usual talent, because she found herself way low on health at level 3. Her big, blue, muscular pegasus thug wasn’t performing like he normally did and she found herself getting distracted by her thoughts. She sighed as the continue countdown sprang up. She dropped her hands to her sides and dipped her chin down to her chest.

“You out of bits?” A hand came up beside her, one with brown fur and two round golden coins. The purple bat pony looked over to see that the one it was attached to was not a pony or a griffon, but more a mixture of the two. She blinked as the strange girl offered her the coin. The newcomer wore a black shirt with a band that she had never heard in her life. Who was Green Salamy?

“Uhhh, no, but I won’t turn you down.” Vera reached up and took one of the bits and put it in, while the griffon pony mix put hers in the slot next to it. Now there were two big muscular ponies beating up everything in sight. “Thanks.” She said, her cheeks quite red.

Vera couldn’t help but notice that the newcomer’s tits her huge, bulging from her shirt that had a cherry pie on it with a gigantic chainsaw sticking out of it with “Green Salamy” splattered in the cherry sauce beneath it. Apparently Chainsaw Cherry was the name of one of their albums. She had a beak and a white feathered head while the rest of her body was lion-like, just like a griffon, but she had hooves and a pony tail. She couldn’t help but love her orange hair in a ponytail as it matched her actual pony tail.

“For someone who’s staring at me, you sure are doing well on this game.” She said, causing Vera’s breath to catch in her throat as her face went beet red. She stared at the screen as she broke out in a sweat. “Hey, I’m okay with it. At least you’re playing with me.” The strange girl said as they began the boss fight against the giant bartender. “I’m Tessa.” She said to break the awkward silence that stretched out afterward.

“Oh, I’m Vera.” She said in a small voice. She was a few inches shorter than Tessa, and she could tell she was pretty good at the game cabinet. Normally, the younger crowd was on the VR stations and were absolutely awful with the classic controls. “What…”

“What am I? A hippogryph. My dad is a pony and my mom is a griffon.” She decided not to be forthcoming with the fact that her other mother is a shark pony, she figured the hippogryph part was already hard enough to chew.

“Oh, no, I was going to ask what Green Salamy is?” She asked, looking back down at her shirt.

“I like one of their songs and it’s not even on the album the shirt came from. I just really like this shirt.” Tessa admitted as their characters started beating people up in space in the game. This made Vera chuckle a little bit but then stop as Tessa gave her a sidelong glance and she blushed a little bit. “What brings you here?” The hippogryph asked, then cursed as two guys got her surrounded.

“Troubles.” Vera said, causing Tessa to hum her understanding. “They’re mind troubles, granted, but after a while, I just get tired of my sister acting like a total…” She thought of the best word.

“Cunt?” Tessa finished for her, causing Vera to snort and try and stifle a laugh so she could concentrate on playing the game. She tried not to nod at the word, but it was very apt when describing her sister, as much as she loved her.

After the little laughing session, they were silent as their little game representations plowed through armies of big muscly thugs and scantily clad mares with whips and chains. The 90’s sure weren’t afraid to stereotype ponies.

“You’re not offended, are you?” Tessa asked as they started beating up the fetish women with the leather bikinis. Vera shook her head, shrugging.

“Not that I fantasize about these women every time I make it to this level.” Vera said, giving her a sidelong glance, her cheeks going a bit red once again.

“Oh, no, of course not. That’d be ridiculous.” Tessa said as she glanced over at Vera to see she was looking at her again. The bat pony quickly looked back at the screen. “You’re imagining me in those outfits, aren’t you?”

“No comment.” Her cheeks deepened their flush as she tried to hide her meek smile. It was Tessa’s turn to snort.

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Ember and Twin sat across from two pegasi, both of them were eerily similar. Both sported very dark blue fur and reddish hair. Night Coder’s hair was more of a hot pinkish red while Firewire’s hair was more of a dark reddish hue. Both of them had their laptops out in front of them, along with a smaller laptop and several notes in several journals with papers sticking out of each of their pages. The developers were very quietly going over their notes, speaking silently among themselves.

The waiter came by with a tray of drinks. Two black coffees and two other caffeinated drinks with annoyingly long names and ingredients. As they took their drinks, Night Coder put on her cheesiest smile while Firewire gave her a puzzled look.

“Alright, well, thank you for your patience.” Night said, her hair was disheveled and her gamer jacket had patches from not only her favorite gaming franchises, but also her favorite bands. Her favorite games ranged from Demon Hoof to BloodCount. Her favorite bands ranged from Two Lost Ponies to Steam Horse. She took deep breaths and her wings wiggled a little bit as she thought for a moment, then spoke once again. “First of all, I subscribed to your channel and I’ve watched a lot of your playthroughs. It’s kind of how I know that you want to get into game development.”

Ember nodded, his eyebrows raising a bit as he sipped his coffee, which he adorned with cream and sugar. Twin wondered if any of them knew that during some of his more recent playthroughs, she was giving him a blowjob from below the camera’s view. She decided to say nothing.

“So, we all know that BloodCount has not had a game in development since the failed sequel for the Neptune 5. BloodCount 7 didn’t really take off and was cancelled. I think there were a few rough demos for it leaked to the public, but we got the general idea.” Night said as she turned the computer around to show off the Slideshow she’d made using a few sketches. Now they were sketches of wretched demons, and even a very rough sketch of a winged demon woman with a crown on her head. “Well, we decided that The Death Machine should take up where BloodCount left off, to some extent.”

“You…” Ember stammered his words a little bit. “You have the rights to make a BloodCount game?”

“Not exactly.” Firewire said, gaining everyone’s attention. “We have been in talks with the publisher who owns the rights, and we are trying to get them to license us the intellectual property, but they are being rather stingy. What we’re hoping for on your front is not only an extra hand in development—”

“But also a bit of public relations boost to get some notice.” Twin Tips finished for him as she sipped her sweet ice coffee drink through her straw with a knowing nod. “Not a bad train of thought.”

Firewire and Night looked at one another and neither of them could honestly argue with that assessment. There was a long moment of silence between them that seemed to stretch on for minutes when it was actually just around twenty seconds. Then Fire cleared his throat and nudged the awestruck Night from her silent contemplation.

“Oh! Right, so we were wondering if you were interested in creating a VR BloodCount!” She asked, then picked up some of the concept art, only for the stack of papers it was under to slide down to the floor as he took it from her. She cursed and started to pick up papers as he looked over the sketches.

There were drawings of faceless ponies wielding broadswords, vampire creatures, zombie ponies stitched together into huge, malformed monstrosities and werecats all sketched onto just two sheets of paper, front and back. Some were simple doodles while others seemed to have quite a bit of detail put into them.

“Who drew these?” Ember asked.

“Oh, I have a friend from college who took a bit of interest in this project.” Night said as she continued to drink her caffeinated beverage. That’s when Ember looked at her hands to see that they were actually shaking. They weren’t out of control but they definitely had a bit of a tremor.

“Are you a little nervous?” Ember Wing asked, making Night pause and swallow a large drink of her ice coffee.

“I’m actually just running on caffeine and willpower at this point. Game development doesn’t exactly have appointed hours of operation.” She said, seeing that both Twin and Ember wore worried expressions. “It’s fine. It’s only been forty eight hours. Who needs sleep, am I right?”

“Fifty hours for me.” Fire said, causing both of them to blink. “Yeah, a little extra help in this game development would be appreciated. We’ve got the engine working just fine and we even have a few of the setting details and models generated, but we’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Okay, well, first of all. I have a bit of a dedicated team to run myself.” Ember said, visibly seeing both of them pause and pinpointing the moment where both of their hearts sank into their stomachs. “So I can actually bring in a few more hands to help on this. We have a sketcher that could probably draw up a few more concept arts for you on this. I don’t know how she feels about vampires and monsters but there’s no harm in asking.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Night Coder asked.

“He better be, because I want in on this.” Twin Tips said as she finished her drink and set it aside.

Both of them eyed her, a bit incredulous. “Are you a coder?” Fire asked.

“Not exactly, but she has access to a motion capture setup.” Ember said, causing both of their brains to break at the same time. “And I guarantee you will not find anyone more enthusiastic or capable.”

Both of the blue pegasi gazed at the couple as they thought about all of this discussion’s implications. After five months of coding, neither of them were even close to where they wanted to be with the development. Now, they ask one pony for help and they get just about every prayer they ever wanted answered.

“If that’s not acceptable, I understand, of course.” Ember began to say, causing both developers to nearly jump out of their seats with their hands up.

“No! That’s completely acceptable!” They both began to talk over one another as they reached for his hand to shake it.

“Welcome aboard!” Twin said with a big bright smile on her face. “Can I go sleep now?”

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“So, how did your little talk go?” Prisma asked Dusk as the two of them sat at a round bar table. It was lit by a large kerosene lantern. The tavern was dimly lit all over and the night sky showed an unparalleled cascade of stars, along with an ever deepening horizon of purple as the sun gave its last peek before settling completely. Dusk was clad in a dark gray trench coat, which went quite well with his dark purple fur and his silverish gray hair. The cream colored unicorn sat across from him with a tall bottle of whiskey at her side and two shot glasses between them. The biggest light in the room was a steadily roaring fire in the fireplace and the tables around them were scant with other ponies.

“About as well as you might think.” Dusk said as he poured them both another drink and they downed them after a little click of glasses between them. “She’s still certain that you’re delusional and she was just doing what was best for the team and blah blah blah, I’m sure you get the idea.” Dusk said as he rolled his eyes.

Prisma was dressed in a black jacket with a white button-up shirt. Her modest breasts were bulging from beneath the shirt as the jacket held tight against her chest. She didn’t look surprised in the least. Her dark brown boots made jingling noises as the spurs spun a little, shifting in her seat. “Well, I don’t know exactly how to approach that situation and I’m a little tired of thinking about it right now. So, one thing I have been wondering is how is Grem?”

“Mom? She’s alright. Still busy with royal affairs and making sure stuff is going alright in the Ranchtown government and whatever. How about your moms?” Dusk asked, pouring her another drink.

“The same, pretty much. Kind of weird how similar our parents are in their jobs. Now, here I am trying to chisel out my own business through multimedia outlets. Beyond this team, the best thing I have are a few Hooftube shows and three podcasts that are popular… enough.” Prisma sighed and took another shot. “I can’t really explain how much I need this to be a win. So far, we’re making some headlines, but the point is that it needs to keep up.”

“Kay, well, it looks like we went from one stressful subject to another. So, how about we talk about something that’s not so stressful?” Dusk suggested as she downed her drink in one gulp once again.

“Well, I’m all ears. What do you have that’s not so stressful? The high level clan that’s after us or the fact that our team won the day but were still pessimistic about our chances in the EGL?” That’s when she was interrupted in her train of thought. She looked down to see that his hands were gripping both of hers. The way his fingers slid onto hers and held onto her made her heart begin to race as she looked up at him with deepening red cheeks.

“I mean, there is the other reason I wanted to have a nice virtual evening with you.” Dusk said as she continued to blue and look away.

“You did seem adamant about meeting me here on such a nice…” She cleared her throat a little bit as her fingers began to curl around his hands as well. She looked out at the waning light as the stars and the moon began to become visible over the horizon. “Sunset outside.”

“You almost said it.” Dusk said as he snickered a little bit and she snorted.

“Yeah, you wish.” She looked off to the side, her expression becoming worrisome. “I just don’t know if we should be doing something like this. You know I take my professional career very seriously and mixing it with my private life just seems like it could be a problem somewhere down the line.” Despite saying this, her hands began to wander over his as her fingertips traced over his knuckles and their digits became intertwined with one another.

“If you think we should set some boundaries starting out, we could do that.” He said as the barmaiden came by and picked up the empty Amber Cat bottle, along with the two glasses. “You know, just to make sure this is the direction we want to go.”

“You know, you talk differently to me than you do Ember. Is there a reason for that?” Prisma said, causing him to smirk a little bit and look off to the side. “I’m not saying I mind, by the way. You have this inflection like you want to impress me.” She said as she began to look into his eyes, dreamy and full of wonder as he snickered a little.

“Is it working?” He asked and they suddenly noticed that they were leaning a little more over the table toward one another.

“Oh, well, you said something about boundaries. We should set those. Yes, I think boundaries are good starting out.” Prisma said, trying to go back to her more orderly, professional tone, but he noticed that dream-like tone of hers kept going as she gazed at him through the lantern light.

“Okay, then I think we should keep the kisses to an acceptable level. So, we can keep them more along these lines.” His fingers ran through her rainbow mane and pressed his lips against hers, causing her to give a tiny yip of surprise. It took no time for her to melt into the kiss and her eyes to remain half opened. It was a moment before he broke the kiss and she released a breath that was just short of steam in its heat. “I think a kiss like this may be a bit too much.” He pressed his lips against hers again, this time making her moan into his mouth as his tongue began to press against hers.

Her heartbeat was pulsing so loud, it was all she could hear. All she could see were his eyes as they opened and closed intermittently. His kiss was well perfectly mingled with their tongues playing and rubbing along each others. His fingers combed through her multicolored locks and her hand ran along his brow to his silver mane.

She gasped as their kiss broke again and both of their breaths began to fill the air between them. Her eyes flicked all over his face as he smiled at her and their muzzles pressed against one another. The purple bat pony started to grasp for words, trying to think of anything to say. Yet, she didn’t seem like she cared to such a thing as she leaned her forehead onto his, her horn resting against his head as her hands went down his neck, caressing him.

“So, those boundaries–” He began to say and she tossed the table to the side, causing the lantern to knock against the floor and roll away.

“No.” She said and Prisma pulled him down to the floor behind the overturned table. The other ponies in the tavern gave them a sidelong glance, but nothing more as they saw they weren’t turning over the table to shoot any of them. They caressed one another as their blood ran hot and their lips couldn’t seem to stay apart.

They only stopped when the door to the tavern slammed open, and the most grotesque monstrosity stepped in with two huge six shooters. The skeletal zombie creature with the black, rancid cowboy hat began to fire his two magnums into the other players as they too began to knock their tables over for cover and fire back at him. The evil, undead entity roared as bullets careened into his dead flesh as he approached his assailants.

“Is that the bounty for his mission?” Prisma asked, and Dusk nodded, kissing her for a moment longer before she pulled away. “Shouldn’t we help them?”

“I don’t care.” Dusk admitted, kissing her once again and she delved deep into yet another makeout session.

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“And just what have you two been up to?” Midnight said. The tall, purple maned bat pony put her hands on her hips as both Dusk and Prisma walked into the lobby of their headquarters. “It’s been fifteen minutes and we were supposed to be doing practice.”

“Oh, come off it, Middy.” Dusk said as he got to the fridge and pulled out a soda, popping it open. He turned to see Prisma sat down on the closest edge of the couch while Midnight stood in the middle of the living area. Mila was between them, on the side of the couch opposite of the two. “We were playing Gravestone Valley VII.” He said as he sipped his drink. “We were already practicing. No one said we needed to always practice as a team. Ember and Twin aren’t–” Just then, both of them happened to walk in.

“Hey, guys.” Twin said as they came in. Then they noticed the somber faces on all three of their comrades. Dusk sat beside Prisma on the couch while Midnight sat cross legged on one of the larger loveseats. All of the seats faced the center of the room like a pow wow. “Sorry we’re… late?” She said as she surveyed the room and was unsure if she should say anymore.

“Hi!” Mila said, being the only one with a bright smile. The two of them waved back to her, and she looked on either side of her to see that no one was even attempting to perk up.

“Alright,” Ember said as he rubbed one hand down his face. “What’s wrong? Something’s obviously up.”

“Midnight is having a few problems passing on the title of leadership.” Prisma said, drawing a sour look from the tall bat pony, who huffed.

“I led the trio for years and we became one of the greatest teams on the net. We took several contest victories without complaint.” Midnight said, drawing a scoff from Dusk. She darted her eyes at him and he tried his very best to not start laughing immediately. “Something you’d like to say, Mr. Dusk?”

“Yeah, we won a lot of victories together, but saying there were no complaints would be a complete and total lie.” He told her, trying to be more sincere than he sounded mean spirited for her sake and the sake of his own well being. “You have a tendency to take point in all of the important maneuvers and save a lot of the glory for yourself when we’re supposed to be working as a team.”

“Name one incid–” Midnight began to say but he immediately interrupted.

“Dragon Helm III, the Titan Crest raid when we were fighting the frost giants. You literally sacrificed Vera so that you could take the lead kill and she took on three others.” He said, noticing she had no words of retort. “Then there was Golden Bullet, when you used me as bait. Xero Shot 6 and Zombslaught 4! You have a bit of a problem when it comes to hogging the spotlight and being the star player.” As he spoke, Midnight was clearly growing more and more agitated. His tone and the fact that she had no argument was growing more and more apparent.

“Midnight,” Ember cut in before the bat pony was at a boiling point. “No one is here to come after you. The fact of the matter is that you are, in fact, one of the best players here. Whether you’re better than me or Prisma is not the issue here. We’re all good at our own thing and we love that you were able to lay down your group for the team we’ve made. The point is that this is not the place to let pride get in the way. We all want the same thing, and that’s to become the best team that we can be and make some sponsors happy so we can do what we love and get paid for it. We still have two weeks to get our clan up and running and there’s a lot of work to do.” Ember explained, looking at all of them. “That’s part of the reason why I wanted us all here. I wanted to make sure we all stayed on schedule and we didn’t let our little lapse yesterday get the best of us.”

“Yeah, but what lapse?” Twin asked, drawing all of their attention. “We totally stomped them.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying too!” Mila said as she sipped her coffee and set the mug on the table beside the couch. “The Tree of Dick didn’t have a chance against us.”

“That’s part of the problem.” Ember sighed, thinking about that game. “We did beat them, but we not only overestimated them a few too many times, but we also had a few rookie mistakes, especially when we let them board the ship and didn’t even have a deck team ready to intercept them immediately. We were a little slow on the mark. If it were their A-Team, we may not have won.”

Mila raised an eyebrow at this, and looked to Dusk, Prisma and Midnight. The three of them nodded their agreement.

“But that’s not the problem we’re trying to fix right now. Right now, we need to figure out this whole leadership problem and the willingness to lead others to an outright victory without letting pride get in the way.” Prisma said, as she and Midnight locked glares.

“I’ve been thinking about that as well.” Midnight said, with no shortage of a growl in her tone. “And I think we should have a contest of gameplay to determine who should hold the mantle of leadership!”

There was a long moment of silence as all of them looked at her with flat, annoyed expressions. It seemed as if she didn’t hear a word any of them said at all and was still determined to have some sort of arrogant mark of superiority. Prisma sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Fine, what sort of contest did you have in mind?” Prisma asked, drawing a sinister grin from the tall, shapely bat pony who stood up and pointed downward at her.

“A series of tests to see who is victorious! I will not be the one who chooses! That will go to the rest of the group.” She said, looking toward the others. “They can decide what we play to compete. Whoever wins the majority of the games will be crowned the leader of the group. “What say you, Prisma?”

“Well, aside from the outright over dramatic tone, I guess I can accept.” Prisma rose up from the couch, drawing a sigh from Dusk beside her. “Mila? Dusk? What should we play?” She said, looking back toward the couch.

“I really am not all that interested. I just want to get to the training so we can kick those sorry assholes back to the stone age.” Mila admitted, then looked over toward Dusk, who shrugged.

“I don’t care either. This is dumb.” Dusk leaned his head back. Before Midnight could say anything to either of them, though, Ember spoke.

“I will choose the games. I have a few in mind already and we can go ahead and get started right now, if you’d like.” This surprised all of them, turning back to him. “I’ll choose a series of tests for the both of you and I will determine which of you is the victor. This will not be in the parameters of the game, as I will have final say. If you accept me as the judge, then there will be consequences if either of you attempt to cheat or argue with any of my decisions. Do you both agree?”

“Yes!” Both Prisma and Midnight said at the same time, then looked at one another. Their excited, fired up energy began to boil to the top.

“Alright, well, there’s one last thing we need to discuss before we do that. We’re thinking of getting into the game development business!” Ember grinned, drawing some very surprised looks.

“Game development?” Prisma asked, looking at him with eyes of wonder. “You mean those people that you met today?” She asked, and he was nodding with his grin stretching wider. “They were legit?”

“Yeah, they knew their business, for sure.” Twin smiled and nodded. “We talked to them a lot about their new game and it sounded like it was right up Ember’s alley. We also had a job for Vera…” She said, and that prompted everyone to look around the room for the blonde bat pony. “Speaking of which…”

“Yeah, did you text her yet?” Dusk asked Midnight, who was already getting out her phone.

“Last time I checked, she didn’t even look at my text message.” She came to the screen and gazed at it with disappointment palpable in her expression. “I’ll give her a call, she’s probably lost in another book or something.” She said as she clicked her number.

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“Oh, they’re so beautiful.” Vera said as she uncovered Tessa’s breasts. She was straddled on top of her on her own bed in her room. The griffon-like creature smiled at her as she brushed her light brown and blue hair off of her white feathered face. Her breasts were a bright tan and her areolas were a darker shade of brown. Her nipples were inverted into horizontal slits but the darker area around them were bumpy and aroused as the smaller bat pony began to caress them.

“Suck on them.” Tessa whispered as she lifted her shirt up more and picked up her breasts more to angle them more toward Vera. She complied and began to run her tongue over the very sensitive area.

The two of them had the night of their lives after Vera offered to take the hippogryph home. They ended up at The triplet’s house when both of her siblings were doing other things. After a night of discovering new music, new movies and video games, the two of them spooned and cuddled the night away. As soon as Tessa woke up, she began to kiss Vera's cheek and down her neck, drawing her more and more to her.

“I’ve never done this before.” Vera admitted as she looked toward the hippogryph’s face. “Have you?”

“I’ve had friends to fool around with, but I don’t want to fool around with you.” Tessa said, drawing Vera closer to her and pressing her beak against her snout.

“Y–you don’t?” The purple pony with the long blonde hair immediately began to worry a little bit, like she’d offended her or that she didn’t want to do this anymore. Her worries were laid to rest as Tessa began to kiss her on the lips, causing their hearts to beat even faster.

“No, I want to savor you.” Tessa’s wings began to wrap partways around her and their wings joined together at the edges like their own little tent. Their mouths began to trace each other and Vera’s heart fluttered as she felt her tongue lick against her lips. “You’re a delicate little flower and I want to feel you all over me.” She placed the pony’s hands on her very large breasts again and instructed her without words to squeeze them tight.

Then Vera’s phone went off and both of them slumped with a sigh. She picked up her phone and looked with wide eyes. “Oh no!” She whined and gave an even more exasperated sigh. “It’s already ten thirty! I’m so late!” Vera looked at her phone, then down at the hippogryph, who still had her huge tits in full view.

“Hey, relax.” Tessa said as she grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from getting off of her. The warmth between their pevises was still reaching high levels, but the hippogryph was enjoying it too much to let it end like that. “Just let me see that for a second.” She said as she took the phone from Vera and began to type on her touch screen. The bat pony’s cute worried face made Tessa smile as she typed and sent the message. “There, you have a good thirty minutes now.”

“What did you send them?” She asked, taking back her phone as it was handed to her.

“I said you woke up late and aren’t feeling well, so you’ll take a few moments to get yourself right.” She giggled as Vera began to blush deeply.

“I don’t… like to lie.” She said, looking at Tessa, who shrugged.

“You didn’t. I did. So you’re in the clear. I need to go to class in a few hours anyway, so I won’t take up too much more of your time.” She said this as she rose up and began to lie Vera back as she put on a wide eyed expression. “But I want to eat you first.” This made the bat pony gasp.

“Y-y-y-y-you what?” She trembled, but the bird-like girl could only laugh a bit to the side, keeping a hand to her beak so she didn’t burst out. She moved out from under Vera, and took a moment to admire her perky white panties with the little pink polka dots. She also admired the wet spot that she had a hand in making. The two of their underoos pressed together made for quite the dampening.

“Do you trust me, Vera?” She whispered to her as she got close to her face and gazed deep into her bright blue eyes with her red irises. As the purple pony looked back at her, her heart was racing and her breath was drawing back and forth in shallow spurts.

“Y-yes.” She finally said, and that was when the hippogryph hooked a finger over her tiny pink and white panties, beginning to pull them down. She didn’t even need to see those beautiful pussylips that were partially visible between the outer labia. Without even thinking, she lifted her butt up to allow her underwear to come off smoothly. Then she watched as Tessa eyed them, grinned at her, and flicked them away onto her floor.

“Now, I am going to eat you.” She said in a seductive, deep tone that made Vera melt. “I am going to taste you and make you all mine.” The bare-chested hippogryph went down to her naked bottom and had her spread her legs out wide so she could see every little detail of her private area. She was drenched down there, even more so than she originally thought. Her inner and outer labia had a film of vaginal juice covering it, which glistened in what little light came into the room from the window on the other side.

“Tessa, I’ve never let anyone see me like th–OH!” She jolted up a bit as she felt her give her a big, smothering kiss, complete with a wandering tongue that tasted all over her inner pink skin. “Oh! Gods! That’s my–”

“Your what?” Tess said as she held her legs wide open and grinned up at her from the vantage of her crotch.

“Mmm-my…” Vera began to deepen her blush as she looked down at the girl who was now smelling her hormones full force.

“Say it.” Tessa said in a teasing manner, then caused the girl to yelp as she gave it a little kiss. Then she gave her vagina another kiss, this time directly on the clitoris, making her grip the bed sheets. “Say it and I’ll give you a treat.”

“My pussy!” Vera said with a deep red flush coming to her face and she began to cry out in long, gasping moans. She treated the purple girl with long lashes of her tongue and sucking on her, even giving tiny little nibbles here and there as she went. “Oh my Gods! Yes! It’s so good!”

“You like it?” Tessa asked and the wide eyed gaze, pleading her to continue was all she needed to know.

Her tongue kept working and stroking Vera’s vaginal lips, even beginning to suck on the clitoris. Her howls of pleasure only grew more pronounced and she nearly tore her bed sheets from their sides as her legs twitched uncontrollably.

“Don’t stop! Oh! Fuck! Shit! Cock! Fuck me! Yes!” It was Tessa’s turn to widen her expression as the bat pony let out a slew of curses when she was fairly certain she hadn’t said a single one the entire time she’d known her. “Yes! YES! OH YES! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum! FUCK!” The cry she let out was nearly high enough to be considered on the octave of a dog whistle as she splashed Tessa in the face with her juices and the muscles in her pussy began to spasm. Her legs wrapped around Tessa’s shoulders and shook her as they twitched.

The hippogryph was impressed with the pressure with which the bat pony squirted, but she figured it was one of her first, if not her very first real, intense orgasm. Tessa’s pony-like tail wagged from side to side as she swayed her butt in gleeful satisfaction of a job well done. The exhausted bat pony was clearly delirious with pleasure as her head rocked from side to side with her eyes halfway open. Her blonde hair was an absolute mess from grinding it into the pillow and sweat gleamed off her forehead as Tessa took a moment to wipe her face with a napkin from one of the takeout bags they had lying there.

“Seems like you liked… Vera?” Tessa asked as she crawled up to the bat pony, only to see her eyes were closed and she was now gently snoring. “Oh, my.” She giggled and pulled the cover over the two of them. Then she cuddled up close to the sleeping pony and kissed her on the cheek. “Stop making me fall in love…” Then she wrapped an arm around her and watched her sleep until she dozed off herself.