Nailing Two Bi Floors

by Kind of Brony

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Romance, Anon, Original Character, Comedy, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 6559

When the emotions of the human world's Floor Bored become so potent that they begin to leech over to Sunset Shimmer, the NEET's pony counterpart and Anon are sent in to save the day in the only way they know how. With sex.

When the emotional state of the human world's Floor Bored becomes so heightened that it begins to leech over to Sunset Shimmer, the NEET's pony counterpart and Anon are sent in to save the day in the only way they know how. With sex.
Really, what did Princess Twilight expect? All three of them are pervs.
Warnings: Not really selfcest despite the image; the other Floor encourages the other two most of the time. Also, potential impregnation.

Published 2019-03-14 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-14 23:40:01 UTC

Nailing 'Em

When Midnight Sparkle was tearing the spacial fabric between the human world and Equestria a few new ones, a certain NEET saw what was quite clearly a quadruped version of herself in the arms of a strapping young man. She's a smart cookie, she knows what this is. Thus human Floor learns of Pony Floor and her relationship with Anon.

What the fuck? How is that fair?

A human guy literally chose a horsey version of her over her, a human girl. Is she really that unattractive? To say Floor's emotional state took a hit would be an understatement, and considering she's never been the happiest girl around, this is saying something. Falling into a deep depression, the negative emotions radiating off of her are so strong that they're causing Sunset to constantly cry even though she's not in contact with Floor.

Trying to get to the bottom of their friend's condition, the human Elements find Floor and weasel the details out of her, and aren't sure how to proceed. She's not exactly a villain they can blast with rainbow magic, and she's not breaking any laws wallowing in self-hatred and sorrow.

Writing a message to Princess Twilight, the alicorn quickly settles on a solution, and brings Anon and Pony Floor into this. The two agree to go through the mirror and talk to the human Floor. At least, they were supposed to just talk with her. Instead, Anon finds himself making a very strange offer to the girl. One that his own girlfriend is surprisingly all for.

Well, at least Sunset won't be crying anymore when this is all over.

Anon comes crashing through the door of Floor's room backwards, the teenager having been unable to wait to launch herself at him and start making out. He might have chipped a tooth, but there's no time to check as the girl paws at him wildly, legs wrapped around his middle as she moans into his mouth.

With the back of his knees hitting the bed, Anon falls over, Floor now straddling his waist. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," she breathes huskily.

"Oh, I have an idea," the other Floor says from the doorway, a sly smile on her lips. "I remember being twelve."

Looking over her shoulder and blinking, Floor Bored smiles herself. "Yeah, that was a year of discovery." She looks down at the man underneath her, grinning. "But I think tonight's going to trump all three-hundred and sixty-five days of it."

Floor, or as her boyfriend often calls her, Floorb, looks around the room. "Huh, reminds me of home, but everything scaled up." Floor is no longer listening, tearing off her shirt and tossing it aside, no bra of course, before scrabbling at Anon's pants. Floorb chuckles. "Yeesh, calm down, Me, he's not going anywhere."

"I'm really not," Anon chimes in.

"Don't care," Floor pants. "I'm horny as hell and need this dick in me."

Floorb moves to stand behind her counterpart and leans down, snaking her hands around the other's waist to rest upon hers. "Calm," Floorb breathes again, working the other girl's hands to slowly unbutton Anon's pants. "You'll get what you need. We promise."

Floor whines. "But I've waited so long," she whispers. "Too long."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Huh, I'm, twenty-two, and I was twenty when Anon and I started dating. You know what that means?"

"You're older than me?"

"And I waited longer, so you can slowdown a bit to do things right." She moves her lips right next to Floor's ear, her breath hot as she whispers, "Don't you want to make our Anon feel good, too?"

Floor bites her lip as she grinds her hips against the man beneath her, a thrill of pleasure shooting up her spine as she feels his hefty length brush against her sex, only a pair of cotton panties and some denim separating them. "Okay," she whispers. "Slow."

"That's a good filly," Floorb says with a smile, guiding her counterpart to unzip Anon's jeans. It's so much easier with hands, though using her lips provided it's own guilty pleasure as she could breath in his intoxicating scent while she worked. Alas, tonight isn't for her. At least not mainly.

As for Anon, he's resigned to let the two Floor's run the show. Dealing with just one horny NEET during sex has always been like trying to rein in a wild beast, doable, but taxing, so Anon knows his only option now is to hunker down and ride out the storm while being ridden by said storm. It's the only way he'll survive.

His jeans are completely undone now, and Floor breaks away to eagerly reach into his boxers. The man hisses as the girl's cool, sweaty fingers fish out his burning cock and wrap around it. To Floor, the heat is nearly as surprising as the size as she stares at her first cock in awe. "You-" she starts, eyes flitting to the girl leaning her chin on her shoulder. "We can really take this? It's huge!"

"I know," agrees Floorb with a grin, reaching out to gently tweak the head of her boyfriend's cock. "Isn't it great? It's going to feel so good stretching you out." She pulls her hand back, a thick strand of pre coming with it. "But first," she says, licking her lips. "You need to get a taste."

"Wha-? Hmph!" Suddenly, Floorb's finger's are in the other girl's mouth, and Floor's eyes widen in surprise. As the purely masculine flavor touches her taste buds however, her eyes go lidded and her tongue begins to swirl around the invading digits of its own accord.

Floorb grins wider as the other girl moans. "Tasty, right?"

"Mmhmm."

"You want more?" Floorb asks, pulling her hand back.

"Yes..." she moans, panting heavily, her small, but perky breasts heaving with each breath.

"Then go ahead," goads Floorb, gesturing to Anon's throbbing member. "Get some straight from the source. You'll both enjoy it."

Floor doesn't need to be told twice, scooching down Anon's legs to sit below his knees before quickly lowering her head. She stops there, however, mouth hovering an inch above his dick.

"It smells," she whispers reverently, sniffing. "Amazing."

"I did take a shower this morning," Anon explains, surprisingly calm for a man about to get a blowjob from an alternate version on his girlfriend. "You're lucky I didn't just get back from my morning jog."

"Yes," agrees Floorb. "Because then she'd lose complete control to your musk."

"That's only you."

"And she's me," counters Floorb.

Anon goes to speak, but hisses as his member is suddenly engulfed by Floor's warm, wet mouth. He winces as her teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, but her inexperience is quickly overshadowed by her natural talent as she takes him into her throat and hums.

"Ooh, look at that," Floorb crows proudly, climbing completely onto the bed beside the two to get a closer look. "It's only her first time, and she's taken you to the base! I guess us Floors lack a gag reflex across the multiverse."

Floor lifts her head, the dick leaving her mouth with a pop as she gasps. "Lots of practice," she says.

"On bananas and popsicle," finishes the other girl. "I remember."

"He's bigger than a banana," notes Floor as she leans back down to run her tongue up his length. "Tastier, too."

"Well then, dig in!" Floorb exclaims with a grin, grabbing her counterpart by the back of the head and suddenly shoving her back down on Anon's member.

She gives a surprised gurgle, but doesn't fight long before she starts slurping happily. With the underside of his cock being massaged by Floor's eager tongue and her tight throat rippling around the rest, Anon knows he won't last long. He also knows that Floor wouldn't want him to, if she's as similar to his girlfriend as she's proven to be, and so doesn't hold back.

With a grunt and thrust up with his hips, he starts to unload, the girl pulling away in surprise just enough for only the head of his dick to remain between her lips. The perfect position to taste the first of many long ropes of cum that are about to flood her mouth. He erupts, his seed splattering against the roof of her mouth to slowly drip down unto her tongue, and as soon as it does, the girl orgasms herself.

"Mmmph!"

As her thighs clamp together, trying to tighten around the waist of a man that isn't between them, her inner-walls desperately attempt to milk the dick that is currently in her mouth. She doesn't even notice as she thrusts a hand down there, quickly slipping two fingers around her panties to give her hungry pussy something to grab hold of while her other hand starts pumping Anon's dick, her tight grasp sliding up the saliva-slick length to help ensure each delicious load ends up in her maw. Despite how thick and abundant Anon's orgasm proves to be, Floor gulps down every drop as soon as it comes until finally, there's nothing left. That doesn't keep the girl from tonguing Anon's urethrae in a desperate attempt to get every morsel he'd so gratefully provided.

'Wow, calm down," Anon tells her, gently pushing her away from his lap.

"But I want more," she pleads, licking her lips for any trace of flavor. "I need more."

"I know it's delicious-" Floorb starts.

"It's the best thing I've ever tasted," corrects Floor, getting the other to roll her eyes and smirk.

"Yes, yes, it's great. Anon's balls are like nature's ultimate dessert factory, I know." She reaches down and grabs Floor's wrist, pulling her hand from out between her legs to show her shimmering, slick fingers. "But, there's another place that I think is just as hungry for our stud's treat," she continues. "Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to have Anon Jr. down here?"

Floor gulps, thighs rubbing together. "... Yes."

"That's what I thought."

Floor looks down at Anon's member, surprised to see it still hard, if not twitching as frequently as before. "Um, I thought guys could only go once before they have to wait," she says.

"It's the food on the other side of the mirror," Anon explains. "Everything there has a bit of magic in it, and a side effect of me eating that magic is, ah, increased semen production."

"That's actually part of how we met," Floorb adds. "Anon lived in the apartment next to mine, and not long after he moved in, I started smelling it. The most intoxicating scent."

"The walls were pretty thin in that building," Anon says. "Still kind of embarrassed to know all my neighbors could smell that."

"Anyway," Floorb continues. "I just had to know what the smell was, so I started to investigate."

"And by investigate, she means go through my garbage," quips Anon.

"I was only following my nose," defends the girl. "I was solving a mystery!"

"Which is why I found you with your nose buried in used tissues slicking yourself."

Floorb pouts. "It's not my fault you were wasting all of that precious cum," she mumbles, looking at her counterpart for agreement. "You wouldn't believe it. Entire garbage bags chuck full of used tissues! He was literally just throwing it away!"

"That's horrible!" exclaims the technically younger girl.

"I know, right?! Well, I put an end to that right then and there. See, Mr. High&Mighty here got rock hard when he saw me, and I was too horny to think about anything but that bulge in his pants, so I jumped him before he could get away."

"Still lucky I didn't press charges."

"Oh, you know you loved it."

"Still..."

"Anyway, needless to say, I made sure he never wasted another drop of his jizz ever again," Floor concludes with a nod. "We started out as fuck buddies, but that didn't last long until we were snuggling and kissing... you know, the really perverted stuff only real couples do."

"L-lewd," Floor breathes before suddenly narrowing her eyes. "Wait a second... So you're telling me you just jumped Anon and did him right there in the open?"

"Yep," answers Floorb. "Pretty sure some of the neighbor's peeked out and spotted us, but they didn't say anything."

"Also never made eye-contact with me ever again after that," Anon chimes in. "Made asking for favors a pain. Part of the reason we moved out and got a nicer place together."

"Why'd you ask?" Floorb continues, tilting her head at her counterpart, who is now scowling at her.

"I'm actually wondering why you'd tell me to 'take it slow' and 'do it right' when you didn't do it yourself!" she accuses with a pointed finger. "You're a hypothetical sloot!"

"I think you mean hypocritical," Anon corrects, smirking at his stunned girlfriend. "And yes, she is."

"W-well just because we jumped right to the sex without even knowing each other's names doesn't mean you should to!" she defends. "Do as I say, not as I do and all that." She crosses her arms with a pout. "I just want to make sure your first time is more special then a quick fling."

Suddenly, she feels fingers brush against her knee, and she looks down to see Anon's hand. He turns it over, giving her a caring smile, which she quickly returns, slipping her hand into his. "Hey, no one is saying you're wrong, and I'm sure she's not all that mad," he says, running his thumb over her knuckles. "Isn't that right, Floor?"

The girl on his legs looks from their held hands to his face, then to the copy of her own, and bites her lip. "... No, I'm... I'm okay," she says, looking away. "Can we... Are we still going to, you know?"

"Not unless you don't want to," Anon says, looking at her strangely. "Why wouldn't we?"

"It's just... You two really love each other, and I know you've both said it's fine, but... are you really sure this is okay?"

Anon and Floorb blink, the two exchanging a look before smiling. "Are you really afraid of, what? Coming between us? Ruining our relationship?" Floorb asks with a giggle. "Like you said, we've already agreed to this. We wouldn't have if we weren't both okay with Anon bucking your brains out."

Floor mimics her counterpart from a moment ago, pouting with crossed arms. "Yeah, and that's kinda weird, don't you think? You really want your boyfriend to cheat on you?"

"It's hardly cheating when he has permission," answers Floorb easily, still smirking. "Besides, is it really cheating if he's still having sex with me, just a different me?"

"This is so weird," Floor grumbles.

"Just realizing that?" Anon asks.

"Knowing me, her libido has probably been in control since she saw you in that tight shirt."

"Rarity always makes them too small..."

"Or maybe it just hasn't registered since the whole school has gone crazy since the Fall Formal last year," interrupts Floor with a huff. "Who cares? If you're seriously okay with me rocking this guy's world, then fine. I was just being considerate since he'll probably become addicted and want to stay with me instead of you."

Floorb rolls her eyes, not at all phased by the girl's threat. "Yeah, we'll see about that," she says, gesturing down to her boyfriend's groin. "You'll have some work to do before that, though. You've neglected our poor stud."

All eyes turn down, and Anon gives a sheepish smile at the sight of his half-deflated dick. "It's kind of cold, too," he mumbles. "Because of the spit."

Floor, for her part, feels her cheeks burn with embarrassment, practically able to feel the smugness radiating off her copy at her failings. Trying to ignore her, Floor leans back down, grabbing the member, temporally wondering at the contrast to the length of iron she'd been playing with mere minutes ago as she feels her fingers sink into the spongy flesh.

"So do I just...?"

"Pump it," Anon suggests. "Use your mouth more, too."

"And fondle his balls," Floorb tacks on. "He likes that."

Despite being topless, in nothing but a skirt, soaked panties, and plain white socks, while sitting on top of a hunk with his dick in her hands, and with another version of herself sitting less than a foot away, Floor huffs a quick laugh. "Any thing else from the cheat sheet?" she asks Floorb.

"Stay away from his bum," is the serious answer. "He only admits to liking that when we've been drinking."

"Hey!"

"Not my fault you aren't honest with yourself, Anon."

The man groans, covering his eyes with one hand, then groans a different way when Floor starts pumping his length with a firm grip while fondling his sack at the same time. Floorb leans in to observe the other's technique.

"Close, but less of a rolling motion," she instructs.

"Like this?"

"Better. How's it feel, Anon?"

"Great," he moans. "I almost forgot what it's like to have another person's hands jack me off."

"Sorry we can't all have fingers."

"It's not like I hate your hooves," he assures his girlfriend. "And besides, your mouth feels way better, Pony tongues are wider and I swear your muzzles are made for sucking dick."

While Floorb preens and mentally tallies a point for mares, Floor takes Anon's words as a challenge, and brings him back into her mouth. She doesn't deep throat him this time, instead focusing her oral efforts on the crown while her hands continue their work. With the triple assault on his dick, it's not long before Anon is hard as steel and throbbing once again. The pre that leaks out onto her tongue almost makes Floor forget about the sex to instead gobble down another load of the man's delicious cum, but with herculean effort, she pulls away, panting. "How was that?" she asks with a smirk.

Anon returns the looks. "How was that?" he echoes, suddenly reaching down and grabbing her by the waist. With a growl and fierce tug that causes her to yelp, Anon drags the petite girl up his body to have her straddle his hips. "Perfect," he says huskily, his hands lowering to squeeze her rear. "And now you get your reward."

Floor has barely gotten a chance to register the burning length sandwiched between the fold of her clothed nethers before Anon lifts her up. Removing one hand as his dick springs free, he reaches down and yanks her panties aside. The girl sucks in a quick breath, then stifles it halfway as Anon lowers her, and she finally feels his glans press against her lower lips. As ferocious as his movements had been just moments before, Anon slows, his left palm returning to its place on her ass to keep her steady as he pushes into her for the first time.

"Oh God," she breathes, reaching down to grip his wrists tightly as she bites her lip. She arches her back slightly and watches as that monster cock actually enters her.

She's unbelievably tight, but so soaked that Anon needs only press her steadily down to work his inches in. Briefly, he wonders if she has a hymen he'll need to tear, but as soon as the thought enters his mind, it's laughed off. This is Floor Bored. If she hadn't popped her own cherry with the first cylindrical object she could get her hands on during the hormonal days of puberty, he'd eat a bowl of Floorb's energy drink-boiled instant noodles.

"So big," she moans as Anon passes the halfway point. "Mmph. So full."

"Fuck, you're even tighter than Floorb was the first time," Anon grunts, giving minute thrusts to work the last of his dick into her squeezing confines. Just then, he feels his glans press against a barrier, and blinks, looking down to see that nearly an inch and a half of his shaft remains exposed to the open air.

"Not as deep though," Floorb observes, reaching forward to press a finger against the other girl's belly. Anon feels the pressure as Floor gasps, and realizes that the slight bulge his girlfriend is pushing on is actually him. "I'm a perfect fit for our stud's cock," Floorb brags to the other girl, who's hardly listening as her own hands flutter over the swell on her belly. "I can take him to the root, and he grinds right up on my cervix."

Suddenly, Floorb pushes down on her counterpart's shoulder, cramming Anon's dick harder against her furthest reaches and getting a deep, guttural moan from the girl. "Feels great, doesn't it?" Floorb whispers, leaning in close to the other's ear and putting more weight on her as a result. "Like he's going to punch through into your gut and pump that delicious spunk of his right into your tummy. Like you're never going to be hungry again with him buried in you." Pushing more, Floor's cervix starts to become concave against the pressure as another half inch of cock is forced into her.

To some, it would have hurt, and in a way, it did for Floor, too. But the feeling of it, those the other her described so perfectly, outshine that pain a hundred fold to become pure pleasure. "Ahh!" Floor screams, clamping down hard on Anon's dick as she throws herself forward, palms braced on the man's shoulders as she soaks his lap in a wave of feminine juices.

Floorb simply grins as she leans back. "Yep, she's a squirtter alright."

"Was that really necessary?" Anon's asks, making sure the girl atop him doesn't roll right off the bed. "I mean, did you really expert her not to be? She's you."

"Well, you don't see her complaining," Floorb counters. "Isn't that right, Me?"

"Fa-ba-who-wha?"

"And she gets all silly and cross-eyed after an intense orgasm, too," Anon notes with a smile. "Cute."

"Hey, come on, Me," Floorb says, poking the other girl in the cheek. "Snap out of it. You're embarrassing us. You can't be done after only one. I went through three before Anon had to carry me back to my apartment!"

"Yeah, I tucked her into bed and had to wait an hour before she was coherent enough to talk."

"I'm... I'm not done," Floor pants, arms still braced against Anon as she shakily lifts herself up from his groin. "I can do more." Just as she pulls herself halfway off Anon's length, her legs give out and she slams back down. With a grunt and moan, she quickly repeats the action, Anon holding her steady so she only has to focus on the vertical movement. It's not long before she develops a sluggish rhythm of lifting herself up and letting gravity drop her down.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Come on, Me!" Floorb coaches. "You call that bucking? I bet little fillies can ride harder than that!"

"Shut. Up." Floor forces out through a clenched jaw as she stops to catch her breath. "I'm trying." With her eyes squeezed shut, she doesn't notice Anon reaching up to brush her sweaty bangs from her face until his fingers ghost across her skin.

She looks to see a soft, kind smile as he moves his hands lower. "Don't worry, Floor. I'll help you go as fast as you want." She feels him pushing her up, and she finds it much easier to lift herself from his lap.

With his help, she rises until only his head remains clenched between her slick folds, and she practically throws herself down onto him. Both hiss in pleasure as he bottoms out in her, but don't stop as he helps her quickly ascend once more. The rhythm is faster now, and harder as the two really start going at it. Slowly, Floor bends her arms, dropping her elbows onto

Her face hovers mere inches above his, her hair draping down like a curtain around them, the rest of the world vanishing except for each other's eyes. Floor feels his hot breath on her face as he pants from the exertion of their sex, and before she realizes it, she lowers those last few inches to catch his lips. He doesn't hesitate to reciprocate, his tongue quickly darting out to meet hers, the two pink muscles swirling around one another in an intricate dance.

As they go, she ends up doing less and less work as the man begins to pick her up and slam her down entirely on his own. The feeling of his hard length hammering into her cervix over and over quickly pushes Floor towards another orgasm, and when it hits, she breaks the kiss to tilt her head back and scream. She clamps down so hard on his member that he can't pull her off, so instead, he pushes her down even harder, grinding himself against her deepest barrier and heightening the pleasure of her orgasm even more.

Her mind is foggy when she comes down, but she knows he hasn't cum yet. She wants nothing more than for him to drain his balls into her womb, but her legs won't respond to her mental commands anymore. Looking into his eyes, she sees the same desire, and he reads the hunger in hers.

With a grunt, Anon grabs her by the shoulders and surges forward, Floor soon finding herself on her back as the man moves his grip to her thighs and pushes up. He practically folds her over, knees nearly brought to her head so that her hind end is lifted from the bed as he positions himself directly over her. She tries to look down at where they are connected, but the sudden thrust at an entirely new angle makes her throw her head back and moan.

He doesn't give her a moment to adjust, and she doesn't want it as he begins to pile drive into her at a ferocious pace. She can feel her brain being scrambled as he overloads it with new sensations. molding her insides to his shape while stretching her entire body, her eyes roll into the back of her head as her tongue begins to loll from her open mouth. It only gets a brief taste of the musky air, however, before Anon catches it with his tongue and folds it back between her lips before being sealed within by his own.

This is not the intricate dance of before. There's no cooperation in any of this as Anon takes her completely while exploring the cavern of her mouth entirely. All Floor can do is lay there, taking the full force of the man's frenzied lust, and loving every second of it. As she moans into his mouth, she thinks she might hear an echo of it from somewhere else, but figures she's simply having her sanity pounded out of her.

Anon pulls away, growling as he pushes her legs even further until her knees are on the mattress, then impossibly picks up his speed. His full, powerful strokes are like a punch in the gut each time, and she almost can't breath as her diaphragm is both compressed and pummeled. Breathless as she is, she somehow still manages to scream as another orgasm sneaks up on her, and this time, she's not alone.

Anon yells his own guttural roar to the ceiling as she finally feels his cock kick and pulse within her, the tip of his urethrae lined up perfectly to stretch the opening of her cervix and deliver its payload directly to where it's wanted most. rocketing rope after rope of thick, virile cum into her burning depths, Anon drives each eruption forward with a small thrust of his hips, making sure to paint the back of her womb white before he's done. And done he is, emptying every last drop of seed into his lover as he barely manages to keep himself from falling on top of her, her legs being dropped to fall limply to the bed.

The room is silent save for their heavy breathing, until finally, from the side, a voice says, "Buck... that was so hot." Floorb pulls her drenched hand from between her legs and points. "I can literally see your cum bulging her stomach, Anon," she says. "You filled her to the brim."

Anon looks down to see that Floor's midriff is indeed looking a little less flat, now filled with a massive load of baby batter. At the thought, he huffs a small laugh. "It's a good thing you're on birth control," he says down to the girl as her eyelids flutter and she begins to focus drunkenly on his face. "Because if you weren't you'd probably be pregnant now."

"Oh yeah, that's right," Floorb says absently, sucking the fluids from her fingers. "You're both humans. We never had to worry about that 'cause I'm a pony." She finishes with her hands and says under her breath, "I'm gonna miss having these things. They're fun."

"Birth whatzit?" Floor mumbles. "What're we talking about?"

"How you're on birth control," Anon repeats, still smiling. "And how it's a good thing."

"But... I'm not on birth control..."

Anon smile freezes and the room falls silent again as they all process this information. "What was that?" he asks as Floor looks down at her tummy with widening eyes.

"Oh," she says. "I forgot about that."

"You... you forgot about how foals are made?" Floorb asks incredulously. "How do you forget about that?!"

"Well, porn never goes into what happens after!" she defends. "And it's been, like, forever since sex-ed class!"

Floorb opens her mouth to argue, then snaps it shut, muttering, "Point."

"No, not point!" Anon yelps, pulling out of the girl under him, then wincing at the torrent of cum that follows after. "Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"Well, why didn't you pull out?" Floor counters as she pushes herself up on her elbows. "I was the virgin here. You two are the experienced ones."

"We aren't experienced with pulling out," Floorb moans, holding her head in her hands. "We've never had to worry about that before."

"Holy shit, I just knocked up a high schooler," Anon says in dawning horror. "Holy shit, I just knocked up someone that isn't my girlfriend."

"I'm graduating in six months," Floor points out as if that helps, and is ignored.

"Definitely not jealous about that," Floorb quips, getting Anon to stare at her disbelievingly. "Foaling is supposed to hurt like Tartarus."

"How can joke at a time like this?" he asks.

"You don't think I'm worried," Floorb snaps back. "Of course I am, but what am I supposed to do?"

"We have to figure that out," he tells her. "That's what we need to do."

"I mean, if it's really that bad," Floor starts hesitantly, eyes darting between the others. "Then maybe... abortion?"

Anon goes rigid while Floorb tilts her head.

"Abort-what?"

"She means terminate the pregnancy," Anon says in a low voice. "Make it so the baby isn't born."

It takes a second for the words to register, but once they do, Floorb's face goes pale. "What?" she breathes. "No! That's awful! It's-it's unequine is what it is!"

"It was just a suggestion," Floor mumbles, shoulders hunched when her other self levels an angry look at her. "Sorry."

"We aren't doing that," Floorb asserts firmly.

"Then I'll have to stay," Anon says. "I'm sorry, Floorb, but if she's pregnant, I have to take responsibility."

Floorb furrows her brow. "But what about me?" she asks. "What will I do?"

"I'm sure Twilight will let you visit," he tries. "You'd just need to ask."

Floorb is clearly upset with the answer, and is about to berate her coltfriend for even suggesting they live apart, let alone in separate dimensions, but is interrupted by her counterpart. "Why don't we just all live together?" she asks. "I could even move in with you guys."

Anon blinks, looking at the girl. "You'd leave your life behind to live in Equestria?"

She shrugs, gesturing around the tiny room. "Why not? It's not like I have much for me here."

"What about friends, or family?" he asks, though Floorb's the one who answers, head dropping so her bangs cover her eyes.

"She's emancipated from her parents," she says quietly. "And her social life isn't exactly booming at school."

"How would you-?" Anon starts, then remembers that these two are alternate versions of the same person. He looks back at Floor, who's also looking away, and asks gently, "Would you really want to live in Equestria? I mean, the mirror doesn't work on me, but it might turn you into a pony. Can you live like that?"

"I'm sure it's not that bad," she answers. "And... I think it be worth it to have you two in my life." Floor looks up through her bangs to see the man and other girl smiling softly at her, prompting her to do do the same towards them.

"That... wouldn't be so bad," Floorb comments thoughtfully. "It'd be kind of nice to have another pony around who isn't a normie and actually likes the stuff that I do." Her smile becomes lecherous as she adds, "Plus, it means I can finally see what all the yuri moonga is about."

"Right," Anon says with a chuckle. "You do remember that there might be a baby living with us, right? There's not going to be a lot of time for sex if we're watching over a little one all day."

"We'll make time," Floorb counters with a firm nod. "There's always time for sexy time."

Floor giggles and nods. "Agreed. Lewdness is very important."

"I'm going to be drained dry on a daily basis, aren't I?" Anon asks with an exaggerated, suffering sigh.

"You bet you're cute tuchus you are," Floorb tells him. "Better make sure you eat extra magical food once we get home. Like more pineapple."

"I don't know, those cost quite a lot," Anon muses, expression becoming serious. "And babies are expensive... We're going to need to find a way to get more bits."

Floorb thinks about this. "Hmm... Oh! I know!" she starts excitedly, bouncing a little. "We make Princess Twilight pay us!"

Anon blinks a few times. "... What?"

"Yeah! It makes perfect sense," Floorb explains. "This only happened 'cause she asked us to come over here and cheer up the other me, right? That means it's her fault, so she should take responsibility."

"Sounds pretty cut and dry to me," Floor chirps with a mischievous grin. "The pony princess should pay."

"You two are a couple of extortionist, you know that?" Anon asks, trying not to laugh.

"But you still love us," Floorb teases, getting Anon to look between the two girls and chuckle.

"Yeah... Yeah I do love you," he says, and Floor blushes. She never thought those words would be directed at her.

"Great!" Floorb says, clapping her hands before making a little shooing motion at her coltfriend. "Now, do you mind scooching over a bit? I need to sit there."

Anon raises a brow. "Why?"

Floorb rolls her eyes as if it's obvious, gesturing to between her double's thighs. "Because I want to get at that tasty load before it starts to get cold," she says patiently. "She's already gotten some, and I've been super generous tonight letting her have all the fun, so I think I'm entitled to some of your yummy cum." Her eyes glance down at his flaccid member as she adds, "And it doesn't look like you're going to be giving me any for the rest of the night, so..."

"Are... are you really saying you're going to go down on me for some cum?" Floor asks, eyes like saucers and cheeks beet red.

"Ah, yeah," Floorb responds. "Do you seriously not remember how tasty it is?" With that, and her patience run out, Floorb scoots over to Anon and pushes him backwards so that she can position herself between the other girl's legs.

Floor watches, stunned as her counterpart licks her lips before diving down, then moans as a warm tongue digs between her still-sensitive folds. Floorb scoops out a dollop of Anon's cream and leans back, swishing it around in her mouth for a few seconds with a pleased hum before swallowing.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she looks back down at her prize and wonders aloud, "Hey, you think if I can get it all out, she won't get pregnant?"

"Uh... probably not," Anon answers, eyes transfixed on the scene before him as his limp member tries to twitch back to life.

"Mmm, I think I'm gonna still try, though," she responds before diving back in. Floor hisses, fingers grabbing fistfuls of bed sheets as the girl eats her out with a gusto. Yeah, she thinks, she's definitely going to like living with these two.

Meanwhile, Princess Twilight has just gone to visit her depressed friend in hopes to see her in a better mood. "Sunset," she calls as she opens the door to the girl's room. "Are you alright?" It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit space, but when they do, Twilight can see a lump on the bed, quivering under the blankets. It seems the poor girl is still experiencing the feelings of this world's Floor Bored somehow.

With a sad sigh and shake of head, Twilight walks towards the bed and grabs the large comforter. "I know it's hard, Sunset, but don't worry, I'm sure Anon and our Floor will be able to help the one on this side of the mirror stop being so depressed. You just have to hold on a little..." Twilight pulls the heavy blanket back and stops, jaw left hanging open.

Sunset Shimmer, with her purple night shirt pushed up to reveal her large breasts, one of which she's fondling as her other hand is between her legs, her baggy pants and underwear pulled midway down her thighs. She moans, face drenched in sweat, before opening her hazy green eyes. "Tw-Twilight?" she whimpers, removing the hand from her chest to weakly reach out towards the purple girl.

"S-sunset," Twilight tries, voice cracking. "W-w-what are you-?"

Suddenly, Sunset's hand wraps around Twilight's wrist, gripping hard as the dazed look on her face becomes heated and hungry. Twilight can only yelp as the former-unicorn tugs her down with impossible strength and grabs hold of the back of her, dragging her into a passionate, wild kiss. Twilight screams into Sunset's mouth, but is unable to break away as the frenzied girl tears at her clothes, seeking out every inch of supple flesh and intending to leave her mark on every bit of it.

Well, at least she's not depressed anymore, and Twilight won't be a virgin after tonight.

Win-Win.

Author's Note

Just a green I wrote while trying to rekindle my drive to pick up on my main stories. Unfortunately not seeing a lot of progress on that front, but since this is technically a complete one-shot, I figured it could use it's own story page.
Hope someone can find enjoyment out of it.