Cold Comforts

by The Eroticator

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Original Character, Porn
Length: 13281

Welcome to Cold Comforts, Equestria's best - and only - zombie dormitory! Please, come on in and stay awhile. Did I mention we’re also a brothel?

Sweet Potato was your typical young mare. Or, at least, as typical as any Ponyville native can be. That is, until she died in a tragic manticore accident. Now, she’s a zombie, courtesy of a friendly lich necromancer. Why her? Because poor Sweet Potato died a virgin, and that’s as unfair as it gets! Luckily, she’ll have plenty of time in her new unlife to remedy that, especially since the place she’ll be staying at, Hope Hollow’s very own Cold Comforts Dormitory, also doubles as a brothel! Follow Sweet Potato as she makes some clammy new friends, gets used to her body all over again, and has some truly crazy sex.

Published 2019-08-28 01:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-16 01:50:21 UTC

Epilogue 1

Author's Note

Get it? The chapters are all epilogues because she's already dead! :trollestia: 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. :raritywink:

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.

Epilogue 2

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!"

Epilogue 3

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