Author's Note

Get it? The chapters are all epilogues because she's already dead! I crack myself up.

For real though, I'm not bothering with a kink list because they are rather numerous and unlikely to be found elsewhere. As an extra heads up in case you missed the tags, this is Anthro, everything is consensual, and all the flesh is nice and unrotten.

Epilogue 1

Sweet Potato awoke suddenly, from a dreamless sleep. Blinking her eyes open, she stared at the ceiling above her in confusion. For one thing, it was the wrong color: the ceiling in her bedroom was white. This one was made up of wooden planks. Moreover, they were fully sunlit, as if it was the middle of the day outside the windows. However, her real problem at the moment was that she didn't remember falling asleep in the first place. Perplexed, her face scrunched up.

"Rise and shine! How are you feeling?"

Flinching in surprise, Sweet Potato sat up to eye the source of the unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of her was a rather distinctive unicorn mare. For one thing, she was wearing a sheer black dress that left almost nothing to the imagination, and was semi-transparent to boot, revealing silhouettes of her undergarments and hints of her golden skin beneath. The mare stared at her in a mix of intense scrutiny and empathy. It was her eyes that really stood out, as they had no 'whites'. Instead, they glowed a sinister green, the characteristic sign of dark magic at work. Sweet Potato gasped.

"W-Where am I? And who are you?" she asked, Sweet Potato's eyes boring into the other mare's. "You better not brainwash me, 'cause once from Sombra was more than enough!" Just because she lived in Ponyville didn't mean she forwent the right to be upset whenever disaster inevitably struck.

At this, the unicorn mare laughed good-naturedly, as if used to such inquiries, and held up her hands in a placating gesture. "Don't worry, dear, I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact. What's the last thing you remember?"

Given that the extremely suspicious pony hadn't tried to zap her with any spells yet, Sweet Potato decided to humor her, and turned her focus inward, thinking back. Let's see, the last thing she remembered was...

They were in the middle Whitetail Woods, for their weekly sisterly bonding walk. Basking in the tranquil scenery, Sweet Potato and Yam traded tidbits about their lives. Then, out of nowhere, that peace was shattered, when a lurking, fearsome shape emerged from the underbrush, and pounced into her from the side.

Sweet Potato's eyes widened. "There was a manticore. It attacked me, stabbed me right in the stomach with its tail! And then..."

Knowing its first target would fall in short order, the beast lunged at Yam, who screamed her identical twin's name in horror. Too shocked to move, to bring her earth pony strength to bare, the manticore tore into her with its claws and foam-ringed teeth right before Sweet Potato's already heavy-lidded eyes. Blood ran free, staining the grass.

Oh, dear mother of Celestia. Sweet Potato froze up, the dreadful moment gruesomely vivid in her mind's eye. Was Yam okay? Was she okay? Fearfully, she looked down at herself. This did little to assuage her concerns. If anything, it made them worse. Because not only was she stark naked for some reason, her body was very much not the way it usually looked. The line of stitches across her orange skin just below her ribcage made sense, but that was where sense threw in the towel. Because below that, her torso widened dramatically in order to accommodate a second set of hips, complete with legs, evenly spaced to the side of the first.

"The hell!?" Sweet Potato exclaimed, embarrassment coming a distant second behind her bafflement. She tried flexing her legs experimentally, and found that she could control all four easily. "What did you do to me!?" she asked, though 'demanded' may have been more accurate. This crazy witch had some explaining to do.

The unicorn sighed, placing a hand on her waist. "I'll cut to the chase. Yes, there was a rabid manticore, and it attacked you and your sister. By the time that pegasus with the bear arrived and scared the thing back to the Everfree, it was too late. Both of you were already dead."

Sweet Potato had to have misheard, but she didn't have time to request clarification before the mare continued. "Your parents were familiar with my work, and my requirements, so they sent your corpses, or what was left of them, to me. I worked my magic, and bam, now you're a zombie. Congratulations."

Her jaw opening and closing, Sweet Potato balked as this new information soaked in. Since when did her parents know a necromancer? And, more importantly, she was zombie now? No freaking way. Pausing, she focused on her senses. After a few seconds of trying to feel the slow pulse of blood in her veins, she found that she simply couldn't. Her heart wasn't beating. Well then. "Uhh…"

"I'm Second Wind, by the way," she said, introducing herself. "And yes, it can be a bit much to take in in first," she added, nodding sagely. "You're not the first pony I've walked through this, and hopefully not the last."

"Seriously? There are more zombies?" Sweet Potato began. "Do you just run around reanimating everypony?"

"Of course not," Second Wind reassured her. "There's a contract I have to follow, one I wrote up with the princesses themselves over a millennium ago, lest they end my existence. And I happen to quite enjoy existing," she added with a chuckle. "Of more interest to you is that the extra legs you have now were your sister's; I figured you'd want them attached for sentimental reasons, instead of reused on some other pony."

Prompted by this new information, Sweet Potato looked down at herself again, examining her legs more closely. The pair on her left side were hers; even if the lack of stitches binding them to her body wasn't a giveaway, she'd recognize her cutie mark of three tubers any day. The others were indeed Yam's, the mark on those thighs was that of a stewpot. They really had been the perfect team, as she would grow the largest, most delicious potatoes, and Yam would cook all manner of delicacies with them. But she would never get the chance to work with her again, or even see eachother, because she was gone forever, and all too soon. The finality of this fact hit her like a freight train, and Sweet Potato broke down, sobbing. Tears would have streamed down her cheeks, but none came. It seemed zombies couldn't cry. Sweet Potato worked through her sorrows, wailing and sniffling, a short eternity of grief consuming her world.

At least this way, Yam would still be with her, always.

It would be months before her grief faded completely, but Sweet Potato finally managed to get a grip on her emotions for now. She turned almost desperately to face Second Wind, who had been watching patiently, seeking clarity amidst the storm. "Just... how? I thought zombies were, like, mindless. And why me?"

Second Wind shrugged, her dress bouncing along with her violet mane, which was done in an updo. "I'm a lich, I've got plenty of experience. Any necromancer worth her salt can keep a soul tethered to the mortal plane as long as the brain is intact, it just takes more energy. As for the why..." Here, she trailed off with a smirk. "That can wait until after the tour!"

"Tour?"

"Of Cold Comforts, my little zombie!" Second Wind waved a hand wide. "You'll be staying here in my dormitory for as long as you remain undead. This is your new room."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you," Sweet Potato replied, her manners kicking in by themselves as her mind kept reeling. Blinking, Sweet Potato surveyed her surroundings. The room was small and undecorated, but properly furnished. Along with the bed and the window with blinds, there was a dresser and a vanity, complete with mirror. On top of the dresser was a stack of clothes Sweet Potato recognized from home. Curiously, there were also two large pump bottles on the vanity: one of lotion, the other something she couldn't place.

"Why don't you get dressed first, hmm?" Second Wind posed, mischievously. "I don't mind the nudity one bit, but we may have guests."

Sweet Potato would have blushed, if she still had blood to rush to her cheeks. "R-Right."

Carefully, Sweet Potato rose to her hooves. She thought walking on twice as many legs would be hard to figure out, but moving turned out to be surprisingly simple, and she only stumbled a tad on the first step. It was just a matter of stepping forward with two limbs at a time, rights then lefts. Sweet Potato couldn't swing her arms, though, as she'd bump them into herself. Still, she made it to the dresser, and picked out a bra, a white blouse, two pairs of panties, and two mismatched skirts. After putting everything on, she smoothed everything out and turned to Second Wind apprehensively.

"Cute," Second Wind confirmed with a smile. "On with the show!" Then, she pulled the door open with a flourish, ushering her through.

The hallway was cozy, with a red velvet carpet lining the floor and lanterns flickering along the walls. There were many rooms on both sides, Sweet Potato noted, each with a brass number on the door. Hers was number seven. Second Wind led on down the hall, and she moved to follow.

"So, these are the actual dorm rooms, though nopony here actually sleeps at night, wink wink," Second Wind explained. "One of the perks of being dead is that you never tire!"

"Really?" That actually sounded very convenient to Sweet Potato, no more hours wasted in bed.

"Yes, really. You also don't need to eat brains, or anything else for that matter. Our digestive systems simply don't operate, so no bathroom trips unless you do eat something, either. Though the consensus among the girls is that not having a period anymore is the best part."

She certainly wouldn't complain about that, ha. Count your blessings, as they say. Soon, the hallway ended, and the two of them passed though a set of double doors into a huge lounge. There were a bunch of sofas, loveseats, and coffee tables, as well as a bar fully stocked with drinks. There was only one other pony in the room, a wide-set unicorn mare wearing a form-fitting chineighse dress sitting behind a checkerboard mid game. Sweet Potato flinched when she noticed the zombified mare had two heads, one a rich caramel brown that matched her body, the other a bright blue. Both faces turned towards sound of their footsteps and lit up.

"Oh, hello dear! You must be the new mare! I'm Maple," greeted the brown head.

"And I'm her wife, Tulip," said the blue head. They had distinct and pleasant North Equestrian accents, unlike Second Wind, though they were both unicorns too.

"We like to go by Maple Tulip, for convenience," Maple added. "Anywho, it's great to meet you!"

Abandoning their game of checkers, Maple Tulip walked over and briefly embraced Sweet Potato, who could only stand there and return the friendly hug automatically. Their body was barely lukewarm, which, in hindsight, she should have expected. "Uh, it's nice to meet you, too."

Both Tulip and Maple grinned wide, radiating positivity. Maple turned to the side. "Givin' her the tour, eh, Wind?"

"Sure am," Second Wind said. "Though, you can take over if you're up for it."

"How about we join you?" Tulip suggested. "Losing half a dozen times in a row isn't very fun."

"But you know I like it, and I'm grateful," Maple said. "Still, this does sound more interesting. Almost never get new faces in town."

"Hey, yeah, where is this place, anyway?" Sweet Potato asked. "I want to guess... Whinnyapolis?"

Second Wind shook her head, her eye glow leaving afterimages. "Close! Hope Hollow. Fun fact: the town is actually only out here in the sticks because I was. But again, the history lesson can wait 'til later. There are more entertaining matters to go over first!"

Tulip nodded, smirking mischievously. "Can we tell her, or do you want to do the honors?"

Sweet Potato glanced between them, suddenly nervous. "Tell me what?"

As if on cue, muffled screaming echoed from the other side of the room, beyond doors which paralleled the ones Sweet Potato had passed through. The screams weren't panicked, though. In fact, they were almost rhythmic. Having not heard anything like this in person before, it took a while for the truth to sink in. "Wait, you let ponies have super obvious sex during the day in here?" she asked in sheer disbelief.

Maple, Tulip, and Second all burst into a fit of laughter. Once she reigned herself back in, Maple explained. "Dear, it's not just allowed, it's encouraged!"

"Girl, Cold Comforts isn't an ordinary dorm; it's a brothel," Tulip finished.

Sweet Potato's eyes widened. She glanced at Second Wind, and the look on her face confirmed that, no, they weren't kidding. The bar and all the velvet made a lot more sense now, she thought. Still, she was in no way ready to be a— a sex worker! Practically the only thing she could do well was grow her namesake. She'd barely even dated!

"Pfft, the look on her face is priceless," Tulip declared, using her head to nudge against Maple's, who merely chuckled.

After a long pause, Second Wind sighed. "Before you ask, no, you don't have to sell your body if you don't want to," she explained, gently resting a hand on Sweet Potato's shoulder. "I'm well aware of your current virginity. That's why I brought you back, to give you that opportunity, at your own pace."

Sweet Potato nearly pulled away in surprise. This whole day was one ridiculous bombshell after the next! "How did you know I was a virgin!?"

"Magic," Second Wind said with a shrug.

"We all were, before this place," said Maple, with a soft kindness. "As with living ponies, that tends to change in time."

"Still," Second Wind continued, "there are plenty of other creatures here to bring in bits and keep this place running for everybody. Just because I eventually found near constant, wild sex to be a better - and far less stressful - activity than ruling a small province with an iron fist doesn't mean I expect every mare to think the same way."

Tulip was also sympathetic. "You don't even need to stay undead if you don't want to. If you're truly sure, ol' Second here will lay you to rest if you ask."

Again, this was a lot for Sweet Potato to take in at once. Yes, it was embarrassing that her purity was public knowledge, and that she would be hanging out with a bunch of prostitutes for a while. But, they weren't forcing her to do anything either, or even continue to walk the land of the living. Taken all at once, it made her roller coaster of a mental state level out a bit. That didn't make it any easier to figure out what to say, though, and Sweet Potato's jaw worked soundlessly.

"I think... I'm going to give this whole crazy thing a chance," Sweet Potato eventually said. If nothing else, she couldn't bear the thought of leaving her parents all alone. And who knows? She might actually end up liking this place sooner rather than later.

Maple Tulip cheered, and Second Wind smiled warmly. "Wonderful!" exclaimed the latter. "In that case, there's a lot to cover, so let's get moving."

In the next few minutes, Sweet Potato learned exactly where the expression 'whirlwind tour' came from, as she was beginning to get dizzy processing the rapid barrage of sights and sounds she was assailed with. Second Wind and Maple Tulip ferried her around to seemingly every corner of the large building's interior, giving rundowns on the various essential facilities and amenities Cold Comforts had to offer, which included basically everything Sweet Potato could possibly have needed save a kitchen. There was a laundry room, various closets full of supplies, more lounge areas, a couple of restrooms, a greenhouse complete with its own beehive (nice!), and even something they called an 'orgy room', thankfully unoccupied at present. They also passed a few more zombies in the hall, including a less-than-attractive male mule whose head had been transplanted onto the body of an insanely well-built grey stallion. Sweet Potato tried to absorb it all, but inevitably she'd still have to ask for directions for the first few days.

Eventually, the loop ended right back by the bar where she'd started. "I'm sure you could use a break after all that," Maple said to Sweet Potato, no prizes to her for making that inference. "And I know just the thing."

Second Wind hummed in understanding, allowing Maple Tulip to guide them to the one room Sweet Potato hadn't seen yet. Inside, there was a split hallway, divided by colored curtains. A combination of distant, accented chatter and a curious scent reached Sweet Potato, the latter like nothing she'd ever smelled before. Her brow furrowed as they passed through the pink curtain, revealing some sort of communal bath. There was a large circular tub in the center of the room, steam wafting off its surface, along with showerheads on the far wall. Cubbies stuffed with clothing, towels, and toiletries lined the sides.

At the moment, there were two mares relaxing in the tub, their conversation halting as she and the others stepped inside. Sweet Potato was a tad slow on the uptake, her nervous hello coming a few seconds after her three acquaintances'. Mostly, this was because they were both nude, but that wasn't the only reason. They were also both totally bald; an uncommon sight.

"Woah, you must be the fresh meat!" one of the new mares, an earth pony with white skin, exclaimed. She made a show of eyeing every inch of Sweet Potato, eyebrows raised. "Digging the extra legs. I'm Jigsaw, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mind if we join you two?" Tulip asked, she and her wife already stripping down out of their dress. Second Wind was doing the same.

The second new mare, also an earth pony, grinned. "As I always say, go for it." Sweet Potato couldn't help but gawk at her, since she just looked - and sounded - so young. Her wiry, light green body was clearly that of a preteen's, fourteen at most, though there was no way to know how old anypony here truly was unless she asked. For all Sweet Potato knew, the mare could have been ten times her own age. She didn't seem to mind the staring, however, her smile remaining as she faced Sweet Potato head-on. "These days, I go by Big Gulp. What's your name, honey?"

"Uh, I'm Sweet Potato, from Ponyville," she replied, fidgeting in place at the prospect of baring herself to more ponies he barely knew.

"I wasn't far off, then!" Big Gulp declared with a laugh. "Lots of sugar either way. Don't just stand there, Sweet, come on in!"

Sure, it was easy for her to say that. Sweet Potato inched closer, put off by the weird smell. "That's not water, is it?"

Second Wind stepped up behind her. "Nope. My own special blend of embalming fluid and alchemical preservatives, the same stuff that's inside you. It's a good idea to soak daily so you don't start rotting."

Sweet Potato glanced over her shoulder, originally to make clear her minor disgust, but did a double take when she saw Second Wind and Maple Tulip. Their manes were all gone! That is, until Sweet Potato saw the cubbies, which now held three colorful wads of hair along with the extra clothes.

Jigsaw guffawed twice. "Yeah, bit of a shock, that. When your hair stops growing, it doesn't last, so we all get wigs at some point. Split ends, blech."

"It's the worst for pegasi," Second Wind explained as she gracefully stepping into the tub with a sigh. "They lose their feathers too. I usually end up swapping their wings with thestral ones, if my mortician contacts can turn up any."

"Oh, I'm not so sure," said Maple, responding to Second's earlier statement. "We can't use magic, which is more that a little unfortunate," she noted, tapping her horn. This struck Sweet Potato as odd, since Second's magic still seemed to work, but maybe that was because of her... lich-ness? Regardless, she didn't dwell on it, as she had no horn to begin with. Not to mention, Maple Tulip, too, entered the tub, beckoning Sweet Potato to follow suit.

She slouched a little, groaning, as she noticed the total nudity of the group again. It would be rude use the tub with her clothes on, so she'd just have to bite the bullet, get it over with. Sweet Potato disrobed, stuffing her garments into one of the empty cubbies and gingerly entering the tub. The fluid tingled against her bare skin in a way she couldn't quite put into words. Still, she welcomed the meager modesty it afforded as she sat on the subsurface bench. Everypony else flaunted their varied assets proudly. Meanwhile, she tried to loosen up, unload the tension in her muscles with the welcome heat, but failed miserably.

"You holding up alright?" Second Wind asked, visibly concerned.

"Oh, I'm... fine. Really." Sweet Potato blinked, very much out of her element. "It's just, I've never had a discussion about zombie mares swapping body parts onto themselves before."

"I don't see how you could have, ha! We get weird like, constantly. Par for the course," Jigsaw said, her arms resting behind her head, hands dangling over the tub. Then, super abruptly: "Say, want to hear how I died? It's a funny story."

Big Gulp rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, mine is way more stimulating. You just accidentally cut yourself in half at the log mill."

"Hey!" Jigsaw exclaimed, pouting. "It's funny when I tell it in more than one sentence! You just want to hog the attention, as always."

"True," Big Gulp confirmed with a grin.

"Really though, her cause of death is honestly kind of perfect for somepony who ended up here," interjected Maple, on Sweet Potato's behalf.

While the subject matter was more than a tad morbid, this sort of casual, friendly banter was putting Sweet Potato at ease. Given some time, she could definitely see herself getting to like these girls as friends. A lot of time, yes, but still. They sure seemed nice enough, as first impressions went, if you ignored all the insanity. Amused, she turned to face Big Gulp. "Okay, now I need to hear this."

Humming, Big Gulp adjusted herself in her seat. "Well, it all started, as many disastrous tales do, with the onset of puberty. I was hit pretty hard, and without much else to occupy my thoughts, my eyes often wandered to big, mature stallions."

"They still do," said Tulip with a sagely nod.

"Oh my, yes," Big Gulp confirmed. "Eventually, one of them stared back, and invited me over to his place. I was young then, obviously, but I still had a half-baked knowledge of sex, and that I very much wanted to try having it. We hadn't even made it past the foreplay stage yet, and I was already loving every second of it. He fucked my face, and I wanted to keep that huge, thick cock in my throat forever. I actually got my Cutie Mark right then."

Here, Big Gulp splashed out of the tub, showing off her hips, where the picture of a snake swollen mid-swallow sat, before continuing. "Unfortunately, both of us got a teensy bit too into it. I never signaled him to pull out, and he was so thick I ended up suffocating. Still, I had the best orgasm ever before my body gave up the ghost. For a while, he felt super guilty about it, but once Second worked her magic and brought me back, I completely forgave the poor fella to his face. Because, hey, it all worked out. To this day, he still drops by regularly for my deepthroating skills."

Sweet Potato's jaw alternatingly hung open in shock and clenched shut in induced fear for her own neck. Was she supposed to be proud, or embarrassed again?

Jigsaw just laughed. "Girl, what did I say before? You're gonna have to get used to the weird sex talk around here; it's our favorite pastime. We've all got other hobbies too, just not this one." Here, she nudged Big Gulp with an elbow. "Biggest slut in the building."

"I'd protest if it wasn't also true," Big Gulp replied, coy. "Seriously, sex the best."

"Preaching to the coir, Gulp," said a smiling Second Wind. "Again, nopony will force you, Sweet Potato, but one you try it, you'll regret not having gotten laid sooner."

Sweet Potato wasn't sure how to respond to that, so she just kinda gave an automatic half nod. There was a noticeable but brief lull before Tulip broke it, turning to Sweet. "Speaking of, what did you spend your days doing. Wait, don't tell me." She then proceeded to peer down into the tub, trying to peek at Sweet Potato's thighs for a hint.

"Hey, don't do that!" Pouting, Sweet Potato splashed some of the fluid in Tulip's face.

"Sometimes, I regret sharing myself with somepony so immature," Maple quietly uttered. Though judging by her smile, she hadn't been too serious. Sweet's eyes were drawn, shamefully, to the droplets now rolling down their breasts.

After a smile and a sigh to recenter, Sweet Potato answered. "I was nopony special, just a small time farming mare from a no-longer-quite-so small time town. Unless one of you guys has a few free acres, I'm gonna have to find something else to do. Maybe that'll be sex work, eventually, but for now... maybe just sightseeing?"

Big Gulp nodded. "That's always a relaxing break. I can show you around town later, yes? There's not much, but after a few decades, I've found plenty of great spots."

"That sounds nice, thanks," Sweet Potato said, accepting her gracious offer. Really, any help at all was supremely necessary, at this point.

From there, Sweet Potato mostly listened contentedly as the others engaged in what could only be called 'girl talk', rife with gossip about stallions they'd met, from the dorm itself or Hope Hollow at large. That is, until Second Wind cleared her throat, tipped by the unseen reminder of habit. "Seems like it's about time we get ready for the nightly festivities," she declared, eagerly stepping out of the hot tub to towel off. Humming in recognitionand murmuring in excitement, the others immediately followed.

Again, Sweet Potato was a step behind. And having twice as many bottoms didn't help her redress any more rapidly. The other mares were all back to their presentable, if still overtly sensual, selves in seconds. Big Gulp's half red, half white pigtails played up her childlike exterior, while Jigsaw opted not to wear a mane wig at all, her insanely skimpy outfit, little more than pink lingerie, drawing the eye down even more than Second's did. Words of excitement passed between them as Sweet Potato silently followed behind, observing, back out to the lounge.

It was getting late, the oranges and purples of a rich sunset filtering though the sheer curtains. Now, the interior of Cold Comforts was beginning to pick up, with ponies both living and dead chatting and scoping eachother out before pairing off and heading away for carnal exercise. A few ponies were at the bar, either to get drinks from the four armed bartender or to proposition her for later. Sweet Potato could scarcely imagine what she would be capable of in the bedroom.

"Time for my regular dose of dick," Big Gulp stated with an eager expression, making her way over to the front door to level lidded eyes at every able-bodied male who passed the threshold.

"Well, sex-filled or not, you have a pleasant evening, Sweet," Jigsaw said. "I'm gonna go see if I can't do Flavor Burst a favor and get a couple of those guys off her tail." After flashing her a thumbs up, Jigsaw proceeded to saunter over to the bar and drape herself onto a surprised stallion's back. It was one thing to hear about these mares being incredibly open, and another thing entirely to see it, Sweet Potato noted with trepidation and a bit of awe.

The others must have realized she was still at a loss, because both Second and Maple Tulip stayed with her. "Maybe you'd like to sit down and observe, for now?" Maple pleasantly suggested, gesturing to one of the sofas.

That seemed like a good idea. "Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks," Sweet agreed, resting her pair of butts on the plush cushions. Maple Tulip followed, keeping her company from the adjacent spot. Second stuck close but remained standing, perhaps protecting her latest charge, even as she ponywatched herself.

Sweet Potato still had so many questions she wanted to ask, but didn't want to interrupt anypony, given how much they seemed to treasure their collective occupation. She could keep her mouth shut until the morning, when it would be just Second and her fellow zombies again. Celestia, it was weird to think that, she mused. But it was true. She had been born again, born to feel pleasure, and give pleasure for bits. It was sorely tempting, the urges of her body slowly percolating in the back of her mind, prompted by the sights and sounds of horny ponies interacting. And yet, what if she screwed it up? She didn't even know where to start.

"Oh, hello there Reed!" Tulip suddenly exclaimed, snapping Sweet out of her thoughts.

A cream colored colt had walked up to Maple Tulip at some point, his hands clasped together. He looked to be about her age, barely old enough to be in here, tan bangs falling halfway over his eyes. "Hi, Maple Tulip."

"Good evening, sweetheart," Tulip said with a smile. "Back so soon?"

At this, he shied away a little. He was honestly kind of cute, in that awkward way, Sweet Potato realized.

"Y-Yeah," he stammered, trying to keep his gaze from wandering. However, his eyes did end up settling on Sweet once he noticed her sitting there. "Who's this?"

"This is our new girl, who just got in today, Sweet Potato," Tulip said. "Sweet Potato, this is Reed, a big softie."

"Went out of his way to serenade us with his harmonica before taking us to bed, the little charmer," Maple added.

Reed blushed, embarrassed. "It seemed weird to just... jump right into it," he explained.

"Plenty of ponies would agree with you there, I think," Maple said. She and Tulip leaned off of the armrest a bit, gesturing to Sweet.

Sweet Potato looked back and forth between them and Reed, smiling ruefully. "Yeah, I can't really argue with that. Still not super sure about the details."

"Well, there's no time like the present," Tulip said, her eyes lighting up. "This is a perfect opportunity! Why not learn with him?"

Reed pointed to himself in disbelief. "Me?"

"Him?" Sweet Potato asked, simultaneously.

Maple Tulip merely shrugged. "We've been with Reed, he's very gentle," Maple said. "So unless you're the type who likes to be overwhelmed, I can't think of anypony who'd be better for a first-timer."

"N-No, I like gentle..." Sweet Potato replied, mulling over this freshly seeded idea. She faced Reed, scrutinizing him in what she hoped was a polite fashion. The way he squirmed as she did only served to solidify Maple Tulips testimonials and cement her opinion of him. Well, she definitely thought he was adorable enough. What muscles he did have were defined enough not to put her off, a minimal physique without any fat. And, yes, she would be biting the metaphorical bullet at some point, as there was no way she'd be dying again without getting some action first. Why not get it over with?

However, before she could voice anything, Reed blinked at Sweet, ogling her in return for a second before pursing his lips. "Um... why am I suddenly being pawned off for her sake? Don't I get a say in this?" Reed asked. "I was still hoping to do it with you two," he told Maple Tulip.

Tulip hummed in understanding. "Right, right, of course dear. Can't get enough of us moaning in stereo, yeah?" As both Sweet Potato and Reed balked at that statement, Tulip continued. "How about this then?" Waving an arm, she called out to a much larger figure across the room "Hey, Marshal! Could you come over here for a second, please?"

Sweet Potato watched as her summons was answered, the massive mule from earlier walking over. Marshal, apparently. His t-shirt was most certainly three sizes too small, the better to draw attention to his ripped stallion body. "How's my favorite couple?" he asked.

Maple and Tulip both grinned, sharing a look of wordless communication before Tulip spoke. "Oh, we're fine. Also, in the mood. We were wondering if you'd help us put on a bit of show."

"As an example, for our young friends here," Maple explained. "That way, they can follow our lead, so to speak."

Marshal barked out a laugh. "Works for me. Your room or mine?"

"Ours, if that's okay," Maple said, before spinning to the side. "So? Does all this sound good? Just some casual sex, on the house. What do you say?" Maple asked, her horn flicking to Sweet and Reed in turn.

Now that she actually had the chance to get a word in edgewise, Sweet Potato nodded with a small smile. With a fine partner and teachers in her corner, the only thing left holding Sweet back was her own prior reluctance, which she could push past. "What the heck, I guess I'll try. Hopefully I won't make a fool of myself," she added nervously.

With only a slight hesitance, Reed spoke. "It's not what I came in for, but I suppose this is nice, too." He took Sweet's hand in his, smiling. "It'll be my pleasure to have you. Yours too, I hope."

Sweet Potato looked away, flustered as she shifted in her seat. If he started saying things like that...

"Oh, you two are simply adorable," Maple cooed.

"But don't just act smitten all night; go get worked up!" Tulip exclaimed.

Reed scratched the back of his head, meeting Sweet's eyes with his. Now, they shined with longing. "I wouldn't put it like that, but... yes."

"Let's get moving, then, while the night is young!" Marshal helped Maple Tulip off the couch, and they curtsied. It wasn't really a show of politeness as much as a thank-you in the form of sharing a better view of their cleavage.

As Maple Tulip slowly ushered Marshal away towards their room, hips noticeably swaying, Reed followed suit, pulling Sweet Potato to her hooves. "You sure you're ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be, I think," Sweet replied, genuinely appreciating his patience. Her heart rate would have been all over the place, were it still capable of beating. Since it wasn't, the change to her composure from lower down was all the more noticeable. Celestia, she was really doing this, wasn't she? A rare excitement overcame her, and Sweet Potato was suddenly almost anxious to begin the foreplay.

So focused on this as she was, Sweet Potato nearly flinched when Second Wind piped up; she'd forgotten the lich was even still there. "You go have fun. And good luck," she said with a wink. "I'm going to see if anypony wants a taste of some forbidden arts."

"I think I'm good with the regular kind," Reed whispered. "You too?"

Sweet Potato nodded. "Come on, before they get too far ahead of us," she said, gesturing to where Marshal was already starting to grope at Maple Tulip's plush ass as they walked.

Ignoring the other ponies around them, Sweet and Reed trailed after the experienced pair, their attentions split about fifty-fifty between the barely family-friendly display the zombies were putting on and eachother. Sweet Potato's curiosity was building as her thoughts raced. How would it feel, to be with him? How would he look without his clothes? How would he taste?

In moments, they'd arrived, Marshal playfully shoving a laughing Maple Tulip through the door. Almost as much of a shock to him as to her, Sweet Potato found herself dragging Reed inside. The room was homely, with a throw rug and tasteful decorations. Though, the only things that likely mattered to any of them right now were the bed and the familiar bottles on the nightstand.

Marshal dove at his lady lovers with gusto, eager to show how it was done. He wrapped his huge arms around Maple Tulip and pulled them into a fierce kiss, working his muzzle all over, alternating between their mouths as they returned the favor with equal passion. Their hands weren't idle, either, each one roving across the body of their partner with no aim but to feel and savor. Sweet Potato swallowed, turning to Reed with desperate eyes.

No words needed to be spoken. Reed, despite his previous fling with Maple Tulip, was helpless with Sweet Potato so close, and with her projecting such a needy look on her face. He leaned in, placing his hands on Sweet Potato's cheeks as their lips locked. Sweet Potato was entranced by the feeling. She was quickly spellbound as their kiss gradually grew more steamy, incorporating inquisitive and eager probing with their tongues into eachother's mouths, as it seemed to carry on for hours. Her motor was starting to purr something fierce. Even just his mouth and fingers were so warm. Was it just because she was cold, or was it the heat of his desire? If it was just the former - and yeah, they had only began a short while ago - she was in for a treat.

Reed broke away first, breathless, his face still hovering inches away from hers. "Even though we just met... I want you, Sweet. You're beautiful."

"Oh, stop," she protested, weakly. "I'm nothing special..." Really, though, his flattery was nearly making her swoon. This build-up was killing her, her legs twitching where she stood, but it would make the payoff even better if she endured it.

"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you, then," Reed said, running his fingers into her shirt and down her back. Sweet Potato's skin got goosebumps where he touched.

"Something like this would work for that," Marshal chimed in. He and Maple Tulip were already past the point of makeouts, and he'd tackled them onto the bed at some point while Sweet Potato had been preoccupied. He'd also lost his shirt, tossed haphazardly onto a lamp. Returning the favor, he knelt on top of Maple Tulip's legs, their faces pressed against the mattress and mature body quivering as he unzipped their dress, peeling it off of them to expose more luscious caramel skin.

"Oh, yes, that's definitely working," Maple uttered, her voice oozing into the sheets as Marshal began fondling her breasts from behind. Tulip, too hummed low and long as their shared tits were stimulated in his firm grip.

Turning back to Reed, Sweet Potato's eyebrow rose coyly. Taking that as his cue, Reed slowly yanked up Sweet's shirt, and she raised her arms above her head so as to let it escape her body. As Reed clumsily unhooked her bra, Sweet Potato reached for her own prize, feeling a noticeable bulge in Reed's pants as she made to undo the zipper. Once their goods were out in the open, neither spared a thought save for those of the others' body. Though she had no point of reference with which to compare the size, Reed's cock looked plenty big enough to fill her. More importantly, it was achingly erect to the touch, and even hotter than the rest of him. She was speechless. And so was Reed, his own gaze soaking in Sweet's average-sized breasts before moving to grope them.

Sweet Potato's voice cried out on its own as her lifeless flesh was bombarded with waves of sensation, Reed's motions equal parts haphazard and reverent as he massaged her tits. Celestia, having another pony do it was so much better than trying by herself. Wanting more, and to return the favor, Sweet let him keep squeezing as she shimmied down her skirts and the delicates beneath, first one and then the other. Her aching need was amplified twofold, and despite her continued satisfaction with the prologue, Sweet Potato desperately wanted to skip straight to the climax.

It didn't help that Maple Tulip and Marshal were fucking right there, grunting and groaning with fervor as he slammed himself into Maple Tulip's hungry cunt again and again, bedsprings creaking under the force. The sound of bodies slapping into eachother certainly wasn't a turn off, that's for sure.

"Oh, I can't stand it any longer!" Sweet Potato exclaimed, pressing her chest into Reed as she leveled a pleading expression at him. "No more holding back. You want me, you take me, right this second."

A shiver of desire went through Reed, and he grabbed the outsides of her dual hips. "Shit, Sweet, all you had to do was ask."

"L-Lube first! No juices!" Tulip managed to say through her haze of ecstasy, Maple's joyful whimpering from inches away not slowing down. Marshal pointed to one of the pump bottles for a split second, not wanting to keep his hands off Maple Tulip's waist any longer than necessary as he kept pounding.

"Here," Reed said, quickly breaking for the lube, shedding his remaining clothes to the floor as he did. Sweet Potato took in the colt's total exposure as he returned, his balls managing to sway a little despite how closely they pressed against him in his arousal.

Taking the opportunity to touch them, and the main event above, Sweet Potato squirted a few dollops of the lube into her hands before kneeling down and slowly working the slickness across his aching dick, staring up at his face to watch his pleased reactions. "T-That feels really good."

"Wait until it's in me before you say that," Sweet Potato giggled before taking a step back. Bracing herself against the wall, she widened all four of her legs, silently beckoning him to enter, to stuff her tightly. She'd meant what she'd said before; her urges had grown unbearable, and she would have let practically anypony rut her into oblivion. Still, she was glad to give first crack to Reed.

Sweet Potato gasped in delighted surprise when he practically lunged for her, tensed with an inner burning of his own to quench. Pinning her in place against the wood by her upper arms, Reed lined himself up before thrusting himself into her. "Oh, wow. You're so tight, Sweet Potato," Reed marveled.

However, she was in no condition to reply. All her faculties were snatched away, consumed by the supremely satisfying heat and pressure which finally filled her pussy. Sweet Potato gave in to the sensations as Reed slowly spread her tensing cunt again and again, totally failing control over herself in the face of such intense ecstasy. Her strength waned, her muscles clenching and twitching as her eyes went unfocused. Though she probably didn't need to breathe, that hadn't stopped Sweet Potato's most primal instincts from kicking in, and she found herself panting and moaning under Reed's ministrations. "Mmm, mmm! That's so good! More, Reed!"

Still thrusting, Reed moved in even closer, rubbing his chest against her boobs. They shared a smile before he replied. "I'll try my best," And then, with his now roaming fingers, Reed reached for her other pussy.

Sweet Potato saw stars, the doubled pleasure almost making her cum on the spot. It felt so good! Too good. No way it was supposed to—

She was pulled out of the present, the reality of her body and her fresh personal tragedy reasserting itself in forefront. It wasn't supposed to be this good. This was Yam's carnal joy she was savoring. It should have been hers, to feel by her side. Therefore, even with Reed continuing to piston in and out without finesse, Sweet Potato couldn't stop herself from sobbing.

Immediately, Reed seized up in fear. "What's wrong? Are you okay? I'm not hurting you am I? Should I pull out?"

Oh, he was such a gentlestallion. Sweet forced herself to smile between dry sniffles. "I-It's not you. This feels amazing. It's just, that's my twin sister's pussy you're fingering, and I w-wish she was still here..."

Reed gasped. "I'm so sorry! Do you need a hug, or...?"

"Just keep fucking," she insisted. "Drown out the pain for me. I'll... grieve some more later."

"If you're sure," Reed said, brushing a stray lock of mane off her face.

"I'm not gonna leave you blueballed," Sweet Potato confirmed. "Don't stop until my insides are as warm as yours."

"Sweet..." Reed uttered, before spinning her away from the wall.

They fell in an impassioned heap of sweat and lack thereof to the floor, Sweet's body now lying against the throw rug. Above, on the bed, the others had completely missed Sweet's minor crisis, caught in the heat of the moment. In fact, as Reed once more moved in to kiss Sweet Potato, this time while fucking, Maple Tulip, as one, proclaimed their orgasm for all to hear. "We're cumming!"

As Marshal grunted out his own climax, frenzied motions shaking the furniture along with the ever erotic wives, Sweet couldn't care less. Right now, Reed was her world, and he was giving her a ride she would never forget. She grabbed at him randomly, her desire great and total. Each little movement he made, every soft touch, every press of his lips to hers, and every hard section of cock entering her was a flash of sensation that left her reeling.

Soon, she could take no more. Wrapping one set of legs around him as the others flailed about, Sweet's nerves crackled like fireworks, and she moaned loudly through clenched teeth as her climax rolled over her. Her mind went numb as her folds rippled, crushed by the impossible sensation of two cunts cumming concurrently, one stretched to sublime width by Reed's dick as the clit on the other was stroked by his thumb. Nothing else mattered under the weight of such pleasure, and she barely even registered Reed announcing his own release. However, she sure felt it, the deepest reaches of her body abruptly blasted with fiery seed as he groaned and jerked his hips. She was his for the night, and he'd more than earned the privilege of a creampie.

After an endless instant, Sweet Potato's high dissipated, replaced by a luscious afterglow. Reed's prone body was draped across hers, equally spent, and their chests rose and fell in unison.

"Wow," Reed huffed.

"Wow," Sweet repeated, breathless.

"Guess I don't need to ask for your verdict, then, eh?" Tulip quipped. She and Maple looked down at her from the edge of the bed, still recovering from their own escapades. Marshal shifted over as well, literally saluting Sweet Potato's success with evident pride.

Sweet Potato chuckled, rolling her eyes up at them before turning back to Reed. He was in no hurry to move, cuddling up against her more closely, and his contented smile matched her own. It might've been the lingering spasms talking, but Sweet figured she wouldn't mind making a habit of this one bit. Farming was fulfilling, but sex was full-filling. If somepony nearly as green as she was could make her feel that good, then the shuddered to think what tricks a brothel regular knew. The only way to find out was to experience it firsthand.

"You know what? I believe I'm gonna give this whole prostitution thing a chance," Sweet Potato announced.