Cold Comforts

Once Reed had recovered completely, he and Sweet Potato got themselves cleaned up. Sweet escorted him back to the entrance of Cold Comforts, the two of them trading fond goodbyes. He lingered by her side, promising to come back and say hi sometime soon before heading out into the starlit night.

Sweet, for her part, was wholly satisfied with how the evening played out. Nopony else visiting the dorm showed much of an interest in her, given her rookie status, but that suited Sweet Potato, as it let what she had experienced really sink in. She simply relaxed in the lounge, introducing herself to the rest of the zombified mares and stallions and interjecting in conversations when she was comfortable. Second Wind, Maple Tulip, and the others were in and out as they took eager partners back to bed, but for a while, there were always at least a couple of ponies around to talk to. But as the hours grew late, they stopped coming in. By two-o-clock, all the living clients had either left or fallen asleep in the embrace of a cuddly zombie. It was weird, not needing to sleep in the literal sense. Though, again, the figurative sense had proved to be most enjoyable.

Without much else to do, Sweet Potato did whatever she could to take her mind off of the exact circumstances that led her here, and the fresh, painful memories birthed from them. Her emotions bounced between those twin extremes for a while as she read by candlelight, calming her thoughts. Eventually, though, dawn broke, the soft glow reminding her of her other recent plan: taking a look at the town proper with Big Gulp. Walking over to the lounge (having double the number of legs still felt weird), she found the deceptively small zombie mare already waiting, now wearing a more sensible dress to go with her pigtail wig. Though her new friend's reclining posture was nevertheless effortlessly seductive.

Sweet Potato waved meekly. "Hey, Big Gulp."

She stood, returning the wave. "Morning, honey. Ready to go paint the town red?"

With a small smile, Sweet rolled her eyes. "You're insatiable. I can't even tell if you're kidding."

"I am. Mostly." Big Gulp elbowed Sweet in the hips before making for the exit with a grin.

Catching up to her, Sweet Potato stepped out of Cold Comforts and beheld Hope Hollow for the first time. The dorm was nestled in a copse of trees by the edge of town, at the end of a short, winding path. This provided a sound buffer, Sweet supposed. Hope Hollow itself, once they'd reached it, was relievingly familiar, the small, colorful homes, cute flowerbeds, and quiet atmosphere evoking Ponyville. Though, that last one only really applied due to the hour, and never lasted.

"So? First impressions?" Big Gulp queried.

"It's nice. Better than Manehattan," Sweet replied. "We went on vacation once, and everything was just way too rushed."

Big Gulp hummed in agreement. "I totally understand, though I've never actually left. The nightlife is rather tempting, but ponies who haven't grown up here could freak out."

"Yeah..." Sweet Potato muttered, turning away. However normal she may feel in the moment, she simply wasn't alive anymore.

Big Gulp's ears fell as she realized she'd overstepped, a firm squeeze of Sweet's hand acting as a silent apology. Around them, the streets slowly passed them by, the buildings gradually growing more densely packed, though not to a metropolitan degree. A few ponies began to go about their respective days, refreshed and chipper under the clear sky. However, instead of neighborly greetings, Sweet Potato received only more silence as they ignored her, or possibly Big Gulp. Sweet almost would have preferred torches and pitchforks, if only to feel like she still mattered, were it not for Big Gulp's presence by her side.

Actually, she'd probably be willing to help her more, given that was most of why they were out here to start with. Anything to get her good mood back, Sweet Potato reasoned. "It's probably wrong to force a, hmm, nostalgic connection like this, but is there anyplace really special you could show me?" she asked. "One where ponies don't mind us?"

"Well, sure!" Big Gulp said, bouncing back quickly. "There's plenty of kind local flavor, if you know where to look, especially since we almost never get tourists. Sad, I know. There's this little dive that has the best pancakes you've ever had, makes eating something other than dick worth it. And the mare who owns it is a peach! You'll be all smiles in no time at all!"

Sweet looked down at her, already sporting a fresh grin. "Thanks, Gulp. Really."

"It's no trouble, the least anypony would do," Big Gulp insisted. "The rest of these small town ponies just act like prudes when the sun's up," she added with a chuckle.

With that, their stroll resumed, the silence once more peaceful. Sweet Potato just soaked it all in, only occasionally piping up with a question, which Big Gulp would usually answer in some manner that referenced sex. She simply did not have an off switch, Sweet figured. The girl kept things interesting, at least. However, not as interesting as the shape descending from above into the town square, drawing the attention of whoever in Hope Hollow was up to notice. Including Sweet, who paused midstep to point once she'd spotted it. "Was there supposed to be a hot air balloon landing today?"

Big Gulp looked equally perplexed. "Not that I know of, no. Want to take a look?"

"Yeah," Sweet nodded. She was almost certain she'd seen that particular balloon before, but where?

There was only one way to find out. Sweet Potato and Big Gulp redoubled their pace. They soon arrived in front of the mayor's residence, which, while architecturally rustic, wasn't as much of a sight as the balloon touching down with a small plume of dust. A dozen or so ponies in a large, rough ring looked on, and the two zombies inserted themselves into a gap.

When she saw just who was getting out of the basket, Sweet Potato froze. There were five creatures: a purple dragon and pink-on-pink earth pony well-known to every Ponyville resident, a light purple unicorn she didn't recognize, and two other earth ponies Sweet very much did recognize. "Mom! Dad!"

At her shout, they spun, their faces taught with emotion. "There's my little girl!" her mother exclaimed.

They rushed to eachother's embrace, Sweet Potato nearly stumbling into her own legs in her haste. The three of them held eachother tightly, Sweet Potato holding back a sob as she shut her eyes and rested her head against her dad's shoulder. She didn't realize how much she'd needed this until that moment, and it was an eternity before she pulled her face away. Her parents' faces were streaked with tears, though they were holding up better than she'd expected, otherwise.

Casserole, her mom, managed a bare hint of disapproval. “Sweet Potato, you’re so cold! Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Sweet Potato smiled; Casserole always meant well. “I’m dead, Mom."

"R-Right," Casserole admitted, softly.

"Dead or not, it's so good to see you again, sweetheart," said her dad, Daikon.

"Yeah. I missed you too," Sweet said. However, upon remembering who wasn't here, her face fell, staring at herself, and what had changed.

Her mom wouldn't have it, though, and literally pulled her chin up. "No moping around!" Casserole insisted, despite the hitch in her breath. "Yam may no longer be with us, but she'll always be here in spirit."

Sweet Potato was honestly impressed they weren't inconsolable messes. Maybe Pinkie had helped. It wouldn't do to sour them again, when they'd come all this way, so Sweet Potato straightened. "T-Thanks. For being here."

"As if we wouldn't!" declared Casserole.

Daikon nodded, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "We came as soon as we could. Would have taken the sending circle with you, but they're one way. Hence why we borrowed the royal balloon."

Sweet hummed in understanding. She was somewhat at a loss for words, most of what could be said moot when they all knew it in their hearts.

"You've got quite the kind family, Sweet," Big Gulp piped in, stepping forwards. "If I may be so bold, why didn't you didn't tell me your father was such a fine specimen of a stallion?" Big Gulp asked, unabashedly eying him up and down.

Sweet Potato gasped, momentarily lost for words as the somber mood was completely shattered. "Big Gulp! What? D-Don't hit on my dad right in front of me! Or my mom!"

Her parents shared an awkward, red-faced glance before Dad cleared his throat and turned to Big Gulp. "I don't remember the girls at the brothel being quite so forward."

As Big Gulp shrugged, Sweet's jaw dropped. That was not the reaction she'd been expecting. "Dad? You've actually... been to Cold Comforts before?"

"Well, sure. Before I met your mother, I would stop by occasionally with my pegasus friends from the weather team."

"How did you think they knew Second Wind?" posed the unicorn. Until now, she, Pinkie Pie and Spike had been watching silently, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Sweet Potato asked, perplexed. "And also, why are you three even here?"

"Oh, I'm Starlight Glimmer, Twilight's student," she replied. "I was flying the balloon. They aren't too dissimilar from kites." Then, she flicked her tail, the small whoosh of air ruffling her shorts. "Also, I've been really busy lately, and I'm kinda pent up."

Big Gulp smirked lecherously. "You came to the right place. I know plenty of studs who'd be more than willing to help you out," she noted.

"About that—" Starlight began.

"Moral support, Sweet Potato," answered Pinkie as she pointed to herself, cutting Starlight off. "It's important to be sad at times like this, but not for too long. Still, I can't believe I never noticed the zombies in the crowds the first time I was here!" Pinkie exclaimed. "You were just too lively, I guess."

At this, Big Gulp smiled. "Ponies do say that, yes."

"As for me, I didn't get to come here with the girls the first time," Spike said. Then, he shied away, scratching his head. "And, uh, well..."

Pinkie grabbed Spike's shoulders from behind, causing him to flinch. "He was hoping to pop his cherry with one of your zombie friends!"

"P-Pinkie!" Spike protested. "Not so loud." Almost to prove his point, the few, less considerate onlookers who had stayed to watch Sweet Potato's family drama hastily departed at this change of topic, far more than they needed to hear.

Sweet Potato didn't need to hear that either, and it was about the last thing she'd expected to. It seemed like Spike had molted into adolescence only yesterday, and now this. Confused, she couldn't help but ask "Why?"

Spike blushed, his scales darkening. "I've been meaning to take things to the next level with Gabby, and the last thing I want is to disappoint her."

"Which is super nice," Pinkie confirmed. "But not easy. Lemme tell ya, Griffons know sex. Have you seen Griffonstone? It's basically the only thing they have to do for fun besides throwing sticks. He needs to train, make sure he can please his special somegriff."

"Who does that remind you of, hmm?" Big Gulp quipped, glancing meaningfully at Sweet.

"H-Hey!" Sweet Potato protested, bunching up on herself. "I don't want to spring that on them so soon."

Pinkie Pie leaned in closer. "Spring what? I like springs, they're bouncy. Oh, is it the fact that you've maybe sampled the brothel lifestyle already? Or would it be a deathstyle?"

As Pinkie rubbed her temple in thought, Casserole's eyes widened with shock. "Is that true? Have you already slept with somepony?"

Sweet Potato could only nod shamefully. How could she possibly explain what she'd been thinking at the time without it seeming to her parents that she'd been replaced by a totally different pony? She was still the same on the inside, just with some new memories.

"Uh, congratulations, sport," Daikon managed, earning him a glare from his wife.

"Hey, don't be too hard on her," said Starlight. "It is the world's oldest profession, after all, nothing to be ashamed of. At least, not compared to some of the things I've done. Making others happy, whatever the method, can only be good."

Casserole mulled that over for a moment before sighing. "I suppose you're right. The princess knows how to pick 'em."

Starlight smiled at that. "Great! So does that mean we can get some action in?"

"That's not how I would have put it, but, yeah," said Spike. He tentatively eyed Sweet Potato and Big Gulp, but lingered more on Sweet. "Celestia, this is gonna make me seem like a huge asshole," he mumbled, before returning to full volume. "Maybe I can try stuff with you, Sweet? It'd be kind of uncomfortable, just sleeping with some zombie I don't even know, as opposed to a friend from town. If not, that's cool too, we can just hang out, catch up."

Simultaneously flattered and mortified (due to her parents still being right there), Sweet Potato would have broke out into a cold sweat, were she still able. Thank goodness she couldn't. "I don't know what to say."

Big Gulp grinned mischievously. "Yes? That's what you say: yes."

"We have the bits, if that's what you're worried about. No biggie!" Pinkie insisted. Grabbing a monocle from somewhere, she put on a comically stern expression. "Indeed, my dear, interesting ideas are beginning to form."

Sweet's mind raced. If she said no, Pinkie and Spike would be horribly disappointed. And then she'd pass the burden of choice onto Starlight, who was clearly getting antsy. On the other hand, there were her parents. She didn't want to leave them alone again so soon, as that would be cruel, but at the same time she'd feel bad abandoning her family to go drown herself in sensation again. Finally, Sweet Potato cast an inquiring look at her parents, wordlessly seeking guidance and approval. When neither of them objected, she relaxed. "Okay. I'll help you out, Spike. Will you be alright, Mom, Dad?"

"We'll be fine for an hour or so," her mother admitted, with reluctance. "You go off and have fun. Just not too much."

Starlight snorted. "With Pinkie tagging along, that's going to be difficult."

Daikon coughed once, visibly refocusing on the present. "I suppose we'll just wait here, then?" he suggested, Casserole suddenly clinging to his arm protectively.

"That'd be for the best," Sweet Potato said, trying extremely hard not to picture either of them having sex. Change the subject, change the subject... "Here's a thought, once we're done, we can all go out for pancakes."

"We'd love that," her mom said, elated, her dad nodding in agreement.

"That settles it," went Big Gulp, hand on her waist. "But first, to Cold Comforts, and satisfaction for all."

The five of them - Sweet Potato, Starlight, Spike, Pinkie, and Big Gulp - settled into the latter's room at the dorm with varying levels of anticipation. All the furniture had been padded on all the exposed surfaces, which made it better suited for what was to come than Sweet Potato's, at least for now. She and Big Gulp were sitting on the edge of the bed. "You don't mind if I watch, Spike?" Big Gulp asked. "Forgive me, I am somewhat curious as to how different a dragon is in bed."

Spike tugged at the collar of his shirt from where he stood next to Starlight, looking nervously at his friends' faces in turn. "Not really. It's just, uh, why did you follow us in, Starlight?"

Pinkie kicked her legs back and forth from her spot atop a poofy wardrobe, giving hints of what lied in wait below her frilly skirt. "Yeah, Glim-Glim! I saw plenty of cured meat on the way here, if you know what I'm saying."

As everybody stared at her, Starlight cut right to the chase, unzipping her shorts and kicking them to the side with a flick of her lean leg. While she did, she lit her horn. "So, there's this one spell I found and, uh, I kinda got addicted to using it. Poor impulse control and all that."

Squatting to pull down her panties, the spell took effect, and Starlight immediately groaned, long and low. There, already extremely erect between her legs, was a cock. Sweet Potato gawked openly at the sight, words failing her. For it was not just any cock, but an enormous cock, far too large for any normal pony. Starlight's twitching, veiny length reached all the way up to her chin, and was so wide it completely obscured the cleavage showcased by her tank top. Her nutsack bobbed obscenely below it, purple orbs that eclipsed her average-sized chest easily.

Looking at the deeply colored glans right in front of her face, Starlight flushed. "Oh. I guess it has been a while." Leaning her head to the side, she smiled apologetically at Big Gulp. "You're pretty much my type, but I - mmng - didn't expect it to come out this big."

Big Gulp, however, was undeterred, and she approached Starlight as if in a trance, totally mesmerized and unable to peel her eyes away. "Are you joking? That's the biggest dick I've ever seen," she declared, placing her fingers around Starlight's shaft delicately, at if it would vanish. "There's no way I'm missing you go down my throat."

Starlight shivered at Big's touch, clenching her lips. "But there's no way it'll fit!"

"Then you'll have to force it to fit, won't you?" purred Big Gulp, inhaling deeply of Starlight's musk. "Spread my little mouth wide, spear me completely..." she trailed off, moaning, running her hands up and down the increasingly flustered unicorn's member. She leveled a practiced, needy plea up at Starlight. "Rupture my organs, for all I care. I don't even need them anymore. What I do need is you, inside me, yesterday."

Starlight's breathing hitched, and she swallowed. "O-Okay."

Remembering herself, Sweet Potato shook her head to clear it. She had her own client to deal with, and she couldn't lose focus, no matter how terribly fascinating the distraction. It would be a disservice to Spike, and herself. Having the same idea, Spike actually slapped himself in the face.

"Well, looks like you're ready to go now!" Pinkie quipped, hopping over to poke at Spike. More specifically, the substantial tent on the front of his pants. She wiggled her eyebrows. When Spike could only stammer, she continued. "So, here's what I was thinking, Sweet. You have twice the junk now, so we can do a comparison! Me versus Spike, a head to head test to see who can pleasure you more! I have a bunch of experience servicing mares at more 'adult' parties, but Spike's got a nice dick, so I think it's an even playing field," Pinkie said, nodding sagely.

Spike clutched at his groin, zoning out a tad as possibilities danced behind his eyes. "Works for me," he uttered.

Two partners at once? And she didn't have to do anything special? To Sweet Potato, it was almost as if she was the one being serviced. Seeing both of their hungry expressions, her anticipation built, in more ways than one. "Sounds good to me," she confirmed. Inspired by the premise, Sweet put on a haughty air, complete with a half-decent Canterlot accent. "Are you prepared for the challenge? I'm not as easy to please as you might think. You'd best be prepared to work hard, Spike."

When Spike stifled a laugh, Sweet Potato pouted at him. "Is that supposed to be Rarity?" he posed. "You don't need to do that, Sweet Potato. I'm over her, anyway. Just be yourself; you're already perfectly cute and fuckable."

Oh, was he precious. Sweet smiled back. "Gabby sure is a lucky girl," she confirmed. "Let's make sure your body is as kind as your words."

With that, Sweet began to strip for him, hoping her unhoned technique wasn't bad. First went her shirt, then her bra, baring her goods for his eyes to feast upon. Then her pants and undergarments, two sets for double the show as she slid them slowly off her body. Spinning, she let her head drop to the bed, facing both of her toned orange asses Spike's way, inner cheeks touching, before looking over her shoulder. In what she hoped was an impish manner, she flagged both her tails in different directions, exposing her twin pussies in their totality. Might as well take advantage of her tails while she still had them, right? "What are you waiting for? Pick a hole and get started."

Spike did not need to be told twice. He rapidly removed his clothes, and Sweet liked what she saw. Namely, a hard, scaly body with little traces of the pudgy child he'd been. Almost as hard as his cock, which practically steamed in the open air. His wings tensed and bent as he approached, kneeling behind Sweet Potato on her right - where she'd twisted her head - the bed shifting under his weight. Small puffs of smoke came out his nose as he lined himself up, and Sweet could feel her insides squeezing in preparation, prompting a soft moan.

"Wait, hold on!" Before they could begin, Pinkie zipped up to Sweet Potato's presentation on her other side, suddenly nude. Her clothes sort of floated in midair for a second where she'd been standing before falling to the floor. It was hard for Sweet to get a good look from her angle, but she was still a bit jealous of Pinkie's figure. All those sweets went to the right places. Pinkie didn't notice, though, and proceeded to pull a bottle of chocolate sauce from her mane. Because why not. She squeezed a generous dollop onto Spike's aching dick, quickly coating the deep green flesh with a flick of her wrist. Once he was all slick and sticky, Pinkie slapped Spike's butt playfully. "There we are. Now go get her!"

With a deep groan, Spike took the plunge, and the contest began in earnest. He grabbed Sweet Potato's hips, moving in and out slowly to start. She almost immediately lost it. If a pony being inside her felt hot, than a dragon was scalding, her metaphorical inner fire suddenly becoming all too real. But, in a good way. A very good way. Sweet cried out in shock, the sensation of simply having Spike joined with her almost proving too much. Her thighs clenched as he mounted her, briefly draping his chest across her back to kiss her cheek.

Meanwhile, Pinkie had squirted more chocolate onto her other side, and was massaging it into the cool muscles of Sweet Potato's glutes like she was a wad of dough. Leaning down, Pinkie ran her tongue slowly, teasingly, from her buns inwards, reaching her labia, then her outer folds, and finally her clit, which she circled like a lollipop. The contrast between their approaches was mind blowing, and soon Sweet Potato was squeaking like a toy. Which she kind of was, at this point. Without the distraction of a racing heart, she could clearly savor every last stimulus.

As Spike gradually sped up, setting her nerves ablaze with each pass of his thick, sharp glans against Sweet Potato's cunt, he varied his angle of attack, using the sounds of her many moans and sighs as a barometer for which areas made her feel the best, drove her even more wild. He seemed to feel good regardless, his own pleasure rising with his pace, the noise of his body slapping into hers echoing through the room. "Dang. I - huff - didn't know this would feel so damn good. Loads better than a sock."

"I'd - oh shit - hope so," Sweet managed, her breasts rocking back and forth against the sheets.

Pinkie Pie's ministrations, too, grew in passion. It was as if she knew exactly where to swirl, prod, and pinch with her lips and tongue to send Sweet Potato reeling with ecstasy. She didn't want the other mare to ever stop, and she hadn't even cum yet. Then, Pinkie switched to using her fingers, sitting up with a mischievous grin. "So, who's better so far? Me or Spike?"

"I, uh..." It was proving difficult for Sweet to form words with both of them working her over like this, let alone answer the question. She simply couldn't control her voice, or much else, her body totally surrendering to the impulses and warmth she and Spike were forcing through her icy veins. This wasn't helped by the surrounding atmosphere, a particularly loud groan from one of the other ponies in the room.

Starlight had fulfilled her promise to Big Gulp, as she was, in fact, filled to the brim. Sweet's fellow zombie had dived onto Starlight headfirst, nearly three feet of mare meat stuffed into her esophagus, so much that it was visibly poking through her stomach with each mighty thrust. She'd also lost her clothes, and likely would be maneless too, if not for Starlight's aura, which held Big Gulp in place as the unicorn slid her along her gargantuan, magical dong feverishly. Big Gulp's legs flailed about as Starlight used her like a living fleshlight, the lube they'd used making lewd slurping sounds, her neck bulging with Starlight's thickness.

Big Gulp's eyes had rolled back into her skull, her barely visible pupils having adopted heart shapes as she gurgled affectionately. Her hands were intertwined with Starlight's, the dick-toting mare unable to stand without the wall for support. "Oh Celestia, Gulp, this feels so damn good," Starlight uttered between pants of exertion. "Just keep - ha - clenching down on me like that, feel my giant cock fill your tiny, helpless body completely. You don't need to breathe, so I don't - mmm - need to stop."

Even Spike was distracted by the insane debauchery on display. "Woah. Go Starlight."

Sweet moaned, her pussy throbbing around his burning, draconic shaft with need. "Keep going, harder! I'm - ahn - so fucking close!" Her body was rapidly giving out, a doubled orgasm practically assured. The only unknown was which side of her would pop first. Because once it started, she'd melt into a puddle of spasming feminine flesh regardless. "I don't care who wins, just fuck me stupid!"

Spike's wings extended completely, Sweet's dirty talk stoking his lustful flames higher. With a growl, he grabbed her thighs and twisted, heaving her onto her back. Sweet Potato's other ass, the one with the mare-flower he wasn't currently hilted balls-deep inside, was yanked out of Pinkie's hands, her feet nearly hitting his chin as she slammed onto the bed. Gasping in surprise and pleasure, she met Spike's wild eyes from behind her tousled mane, Pinkie's half-hearted objection falling on deaf ears.

Sweet's own expression must have been quite something, as Spike thrust into her pussy with greater and greater force, an amount which would have been a bit much for a living mare. She saw stars, her cunt exploding with stolen heat as she came at last, squealing loud enough to shake the rafters. It just kept going and going, her rapturous climax only extended when Pinkie resumed working over her other clit with her teeth. She couldn't feel pain; her world was naught but pleasure in that eternal minute. At some point, Spike came too, roaring as he piped an absurd quantity of lava-hot ejaculate directly into one of her wombs, filling Sweet Potato to the brim. The force of the backflow pushed Spike's length out of her, and the remainder of his cum sailed forwards onto her face and tits, painting them in his sticky, primal whiteness.

When her afterglow reached her, drenched, filled, and exhausted, all of Sweet Potato's corded muscles relaxed, from her toes to her diaphragm, and she collapsed to the bed in an unresponsive heap, head lolling to the side. Thought eluded her, but her eyes still worked, and she watched as Starlight continued to stroke herself with Big Gulp.

"Celestia, I'm close!" Starlight uttered. Her motions had turned erratic, her magic cutting off intermittently as her horn gave off sparks. From the way Big Gulp's legs shook, toes curled to the ceiling, she was cumming hard. As she grabbed Big Gulp's thin waist in her hands, Starlight slid the prostitute down her massive endowment as far as she could go, Big Gulp's nose and eyes buried directly into her throbbing lavender ballsack. "There's gonna be a ton! Mmaah, take it all!" she exclaimed.

With a low rumble, hips bucking, shaft filling, Starlight burst. Big Gulp swelled up like a balloon, over a gallon of semen quickly filling her insides and making her petite frame appear nine months pregnant, with twins. The pent up unicorn stuffed her with so, so much, that the excess went all the way through Big Gulp's body, spraying out her asshole and hitting the far wall of her room, where it stuck due to its incredible thickness.

When she was empty at last, Starlight collapsed to the floor in a heap, instantly passing out as she fainted, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her enchanted cock vanished with a crackle of magic, leaving Big Gulp to fall atop her. Without the meaty plug to hold it back, a good volume of Starlight's cum gushed out of Big's mouth, instantly ruining her spent partner's tank top and bra. For her part, Big Gulp casually sat up, wiped her mouth off with an arm, and sighed. "Holy shit, that was amazing. Maybe the best facefucking I've ever had." Her voice was scratchy and raw, as to be expected. "And yet, I'm still not satisfied."

For a few moments, all was still. Pinkie guzzled chocolate sauce from the bottle as she watched, the only other sound coming from Spike. The dragon hovered over Sweet Potato's body, paralyzed, unsure what to do with himself as his instincts warred with his civilized conscience. "Need... more..." He huffed, his cock still fully erect.

Barely a second passed before Big Gulp parted her legs, eyes half-lidded and beckoning with a finger. "That'll work. Come here, big boy."

Snarling wordlessly, Spike pounced upon her, his claws raking the floor on both sides of Big Gulp's face as he pushed his length into her pussy. They moaned in unison, grinding against eachother's bodies with unrestrained energy.

By this time, Sweet Potato had fully recovered. She reclined on the bed next to a smug Pinkie, watching the two of them go at it like beasts. "Wow," Sweet said. "I'm, uh, pretty sure he's ready to satisfy that griffon."

Pinkie Pie just gigglesnorted, marveling at the show along with her. "I knew he had it in him! Hopefully they finish before the day is out!"