Author's Note
Tags: Masturbation and Lesbian Sex
First, You Get the Slugs
Roseluck never used an alarm clock. She was of the mind that she was predetermined to wake up when it was the appropriate time. Most days this meant she rose with the sun, shaking off the cobwebs of sleep as the night faded into day.
The cream-colored mare cracked open an eye as the sun hit her face. She squinted immediately, as was to be expected. She grumbled wordlessly and rolled over, shielding herself from the bright morning light. Normally, she would have already sprung out of bed, but the previous night had run a bit longer than intended. But, she was beholden to her creed. It was time to wake up.
Today was going to be a little rougher than usual. Both of her sisters were out of town making deliveries, which left her there alone to tend to the garden and their home. But, Roseluck did have plans to treat herself later. Assuming he was free, of course. That thought brought a small smile to her face and gave her enough energy to reach out to the nightstand and slap the top of the radio that sat there. The machine clicked on and a familiar, scratchy voice came over the air waves.
“Good morning, Ponyville. If you’re listening to this then you’re either just going to bed or, worse yet, just waking up. Either way, my condolences. Onto the weather: It’s gonna be sunny today, clear skies as far as you can see with a high of eighty-five. But, this is a music station, isn’t it? Here’s the music.”
The sun hit the rest of Roseluck’s sheet-covered body, chasing away the night chills and replacing it with delicious heat. She pushed herself up, yawning and stretching as the bed sheet fell away, revealing her nakedness. Lilly had once asked her why she slept naked instead of wearing a nightie like most ponies. And after throwing an empty takeout box at her sister and yelling for her to get out of her room, Roseluck explained that since she had silk sheets she might as well enjoy them to their fullest.
Roseluck left her bed and crossed the room to her dresser, feeling the sun’s rays on her bare back. Her window was open, allowing the warm morning breeze to flow in. And, potentially, peeping eyes. She would never admit it, but the thought that someone was watching her gave her a sort of thrill. She wiggled her rump, just in case.
She put on a wide-brimmed sun hat, adjusting it so it sat snugly on her mane. Next she pulled her favorite apron from the dresser. Granted, it was her only apron, but that still made it her favorite. She has washed it recently, making the normally dirt and pollen stained cloth white once more. For a little while, at any rate. She doubled back to her bed, grabbing the radio by the handle and bringing it with her as she made her way outside.
Her garden was just as she had left it the day before, lush and ripe. It wouldn’t be long before she could harvest the fruits, rather the the flowers, of her labor. They would make her a handsome profit, as ponies seemed to buy flowers for nearly every occasion.
Roseluck left the radio sitting on a fence post and took up her watering can. She moved up and down the rows of plants, wetting any that looked thirsty. As she reached the rose bushes, coincidentally her proudest plants, she spied something unusual amongst the thorny branches.
It was a slug. Not that a slug being in a garden was anything approaching usual, but Roseluck was fairly knowledgeable when it came to slugs and their subspecies. But never in all her years had she seen one like this before. Its body was a dull gray, but it had streaks of electric blue running along it. Some of the streaks even seemed to be inside the slug’s body, like its flesh was partially transparent.
Roseluck set her watering can aside and bent down low, getting as close to the creature as the thorns would allow. Amazingly, the mollusk seemed to have done no damage at all to the rosebush. Roseluck turned her attention to the slug, who in turn seemed to turn to face her as well. It began slithering forward, moving a bit quicker than any slug Roseluck had seen before.
She frowned and looked in her watering can, seeing it almost empty. She quickly dumped out the last of the water on another rosebush and then placed the can on its side in front of the slug. The slug stopped and pointed what Roseluck assumed was its head up at her for a moment.
“Come on little guy, get in the can,” Roseluck said softly. “I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The slug seemed to stare for a moment longer before lowering back down and moving into the can. Roseluck peered around the lip of the can, watching as the slug made its way to the bottom. Once it was there, she gingerly picked up the handle in her mouth and carried it back to her house.
She moved into her kitchen, placing the can on the table while she searched for a jar. She quickly found an empty pickle jar, suddenly remembering she was out of pickles. Making a mental note to pick up more later, she brought the jar back to the table, just in time to see the slug poking up beyond the rim of the watering can.
“Quick little guy, aren’t you?” Roseluck chuckled, twisting the lid off the jar and holding it up to the can. “Alright, if you get in here I promise I’ll get you something to eat.”
Again the slug appeared to regard her for a few moments before obligingly making its way into the jar. Roseluck watched with interest as the slug oozed into the jar and down the side, leaving a blue-tinged trail of clear slime in its wake. Once it had settled in at the bottom, she placed the jar back on the table and left it for the moment.
She trotted back to the counter, pulling a knife from the drawer and a ripe tomato from the cabinet. She returned to the table and carefully placed the fruit (or veggie?) in the jar beside the slug. She screwed the lid back on and carefully used the knife to punch several holes in the lid. Happy with her handiwork, Roseluck left the knife on the table and pulled up a chair, sitting down with her hooves resting on the table and her face in front of the jar.
“See? I’m a mare of my word, little guy,” she said to the slug, who again turned to face her. Did it have eyes? They must have been small, because she couldn’t see them. Maybe it just had really good hearing, but she couldn’t see any ears either. “Now, what to do with you? I don’t think you ate any of my flowers, but I can’t just let you roam around my garden without knowing what you do eat.”
Roseluck rubbed her chin, tilting her head and watching with interest as the slug mimicked her.
“Gosh, you’re strange. But, that does give me an idea. Wait right there while I go pack. We’re going on a trip.”
“I sure hope she’s home,” Roseluck said to herself, suddenly realizing this might not have been such a great idea.
She was in the Everfree Forest, standing before the hut of Ponyville’s resident zebra. Well, she lived in the Everfree, so she wasn’t technically a Ponyville resident, but that was neither here nor there. What was here was Roseluck, alone in the wild and untamed forest save for the slug in her saddlebag.
Roseluck raised her hoof to knock, only for the door to the hut to suddenly swing inwards and reveal its owner Zecora.
“Ah, Roseluck of many flower. What brings you to me at this hour?”
Roseluck smiled nervously and reached into her saddlebag, pulling out the slug-occupied jar. The slug raised its head and looked to Roseluck, the tomato beside it untouched.
“I found this little guy in my garden this morning and I can’t figure out what kind of slug he is. I was thinking that you might know.”
A puzzled look crossed Zecora’s features. She leaned in close and peered at the slug. The mollusk seemed to sense the zebra’s presence and turned to face her, oozing over to the other side of the jar and squishing up against the glass.
“I do not recognize this slug, I must admit,” Zecora said, shifting her gaze to Roseluck. “But, if you leave him with me, I shall search and shall not quit.”
Roseluck nodded and gently placed the jar on the ground in front of Zecora. “If it’s no trouble. I’m just worried about letting him run loose without knowing what he’s gonna do.”
“Fear not, dear Roseluck. I think with this problem I will have some luck.”
She just rhymed luck with luck. Roseluck thought to herself. Out-loud she said, “Thanks, Zecora. I’ll save some of my roses for you.”
“A generous offer, I suspect,” Zecora said with a grin. “And one on which I think I shall soon collect.”
Roseluck chuckled and bid Zecora farewell, tipping her hat to the zebra before turning around and heading home. It might have been seen as a little rude to leave so quickly, but Roseluck had things to do. And Zecora had always struck her as a mare who understood how precious time could be.
The gardener glanced up at the foliage overhead, making a guess as to the time based on what light she could spy between the leaves.
“Shoot, wasted the whole morning on that slug. Well, I guess I can still get some work done today.” She frowned as her leisurely walk became a brisk trot.
As the sun began to dip low in the sky, Zecora closed yet another book with a sigh.
She had been going through her library of books all afternoon, most of them journals both personal and not, and she had not found a single definite reference to the slug Roseluck had brought her that morning. Dejected, Zecora pushed the latest book away and shifted her gaze to the slug.
The thing had hardly moved all day. It merely sat there, its head near the wall of the jar, watching her. Zecora frowned and shifted her gaze to the tomato that had been placed in the jar, still untouched. The slug seemed unperturbed by its lack of nourishment, but Zecora couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry.
She got up from the table and trotted to her cabinet. Opening the door revealed dozens of spices and ingredients, most of them with names impossible for Equestrians to pronounce. Zecora ignored them as she pulled a simple head of cabbage out and tore off a leaf. Closing the cabinet, she made a mental note to not store her food so close to her potion ingredients as she moved back to the table.
She unscrewed the lid from the jar and carefully pulled out the tomato, replacing it with the leaf of cabbage. The slug’s head followed her as she again busied herself to her water bucket and returned with a small cup of water. She dripped the water over the leaf, letting it collect enough for the slug to drink.
Zecora sat down with another sigh, sparing the slug another look before pulling the next journal close and carefully opening it. She was a few pages in, having stumbled across a slug entry remarkably early, when a soft squishing sound reached her ear.
She turned to the jar, seeing it empty aside from the leaf. Her eyes widened in panic, tracing up the length of the jar to settle on the mouth of the container. The slug was perched there, its body pointed directly at her.
Zecora felt relief wash over her. She smiled and opened her mouth, intending to say a few reassuring words to the mollusk. The slug seized the opportunity to leap with surprising grace and strength, sailing through the air and landing directly on Zecora’s tongue.
Her jaw snapped shut automatically, sealing the slug inside. Her mind raced a million miles in an instant as her body seemed to respond in slow motion. She could feel the slug on her tongue, its slimy body slipping deeper into her mouth. It didn’t taste bad, far from it. It was almost candy-like in flavor, carrying a hint of pickles.
Zecora’s limbs flailed and she fell backwards off her seat, landing on her back with a jarring thud. The impact sent the slug hurtling to the back of her throat. She gagged, feeling it become lodged there. But the thing was slippery, and her sudden panicked gulp sent the slug sliding down her neck.
Time caught up with Zecora. She laid there on the floor of her hut, panting as she felt the warm slug settle in her stomach. Panic began to flow through her again. It was ill-advised to even touch an unknown creature, let alone swallow one. She rolled over, intending to get to her potions. She had a few to induce vomiting for just such occasions.
But, before she could even get up, the feeling of panic vanished. In its place, an overwhelming sense of warmth filled her body. Zecora gasped, her body trembling as the heat oozed from her belly to the rest of her body. She gulped as she felt wetness leak onto her thighs. It was getting hard to think, thoughts forming halfway before breaking apart under unrelenting arousal.
She raised her leg, the air suddenly feeling cold to her heated nethers. She huffed, propping herself up on one hoof as the other reached down to rub her engorged lips. Sweat broke out on her brow and her cheeks flushed red as she rubbed herself. Thoughts of strong stallions came into her head, their erect cocks bouncing against their bellies as they trotted before her. Mares trickled in as well, ripe cunts and swollen teats presented for her enjoyment. Zecora squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as the fantasy played out, hoof moving with increasing speed, until she was splashing her juices all over the floor.
No one thing in particular pushed her over the edge, merely everything piling up until it broke the metaphorical camel’s back. Her pussy gushed, soaking her hoof, her thighs, and the floor of the hut.
Zecora collapsed on her side, huffing and puffing like she had run all the way to town and back. She could feel her cooling juices in her fur, spreading in a puddle beneath her rump, but she couldn’t summon the energy to move.
Slowly, her mind cleared of its lustful haze and she remembered the slug she had swallowed minutes before. Or had it been hours? Zecora swallowed thickly and tried to gather her thoughts. It wasn’t safe for either of them for the mollusk to be in her belly.
Zecora felt something in her mind, like another presence was pressing against it. A sense of ease came with it, assuring her that both she and the slug were perfectly fine. Zecora nodded slowly, understanding that, somehow, her body wasn’t currently producing the regular acids needed to break down food.
She raised her head slightly and shook it. The slug was affecting her body. It had to be. How and why were irrelevant, she needed to-!
Zecora hissed as a sharp, pleasurable sensation went up her spine. She squirmed as the presence, the slug, put soothing feelings into her. It was clear the thing could play with her body, as it had done before. That had been one of the nicest self-made orgasms of her life, even if she wasn’t the type of mare to indulge herself so.
The slug seemed amused and Zecora couldn’t help but smile. It was strange of her to not pleasure herself. To indulge in those delightful fantasies. The slug prodded her mind, communicating with feelings in place of words, and offering her such sights she could only dream of.
All she had to do was make more ponies just like her.
The witch-doctor didn’t hesitate, didn’t even mull over the offer, instead accepting immediately. She slowly got to her hooves, muscles still shaky from her orgasm. She pondered on how exactly to do as the slug wished. After all, wasn’t the only one inside her?
Snatches of sound and smell filled her mind, a mare’s cooing voice and the scent of dirt and roses. Zecora nodded in understanding and trotted to the door.
Roseluck had promised her flowers, after all.
The moon rose into the sky as Zecora crept through the streets. She was lucky, as it seemed no living soul was out and about that night. The denizens of Ponyville were kind and caring and had long since accepted her as just another member of the community, but if they found her skulking around in the dead of night, they might jump to conclusions.
Finding her way to Roseluck’s home was surprisingly difficult. Zecora never really did come here after dark and the moon had a way of making even familiar places seem strange and alien. Nevertheless, Roseluck had decided to settle on Flower Lane, and a helpful sign pointed Zecora in the right direction.
There were no lights in the windows as Zecora approached the house. She nodded to herself and circled around the back, easily hopping the low fence into the garden. She bent low and crawled along the ground, looking under each and every plant for more of the slugs. The creature in her belly wasn’t able to give her clear directions, but she got a general sense that more of the things would be here.
At last, amid the stalks of a cluster of sunflowers, another mollusk sat waiting. It regarded her just as the first one had, with curious intelligence.
Zecora laid herself down flat, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. She realized, as she and the slug stared at one another, that she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do. She knew she had to get this slug into Roseluck, but it wasn’t as though she could simply walk up and shove it down the gardener’s throat.
The slug within her wiggled, nudging her mind towards the slug in front of her. Zecora blushed faintly and edged closer to the slug on the ground. Slowly, she reached out a hoof and scooped the slug up. It didn’t try to run from her nor escape her grasp, it merely sat there patiently. Zecora sat up, trying to steel herself for the coming task. The idea of deliberately putting the slug in her mouth wasn’t the most pleasant, even if she was familiar with the benefits.
She took a few calming breaths before opening her mouth wide and shoving the creature inside. Like the one before, the slug did not taste necessarily bad, but the texture of it on her tongue made her gag. Zecora muscled past the reflex and tipped her head back, gulping continually until her throat bulged as the creature was carried to her stomach.
Zecora shuddered and shook her head, some part of her mind rebelling against the thing she had just done, begging her to gag and heave until the things were out of her. The unpleasant feelings soon passed, smothered under an approving warmth.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, basking in the glow her slug had given her, when she was jarred from it by a bright light falling across her. Zecora flinched and squinted towards the light.
“Zecora?” the voice of Roseluck came from somewhere behind the light. She pointed her lantern to the side as to not blind the zebra. “What are you doing here?” the gardener asked with a yawn.
Zecora was quiet for a moment, trying to piece together an explanation for her behavior in such a way that wouldn’t send Roseluck screaming all the way to Canterlot. Her slug was of little help, apparently too busy conversing with its fellow inside her to provide assistance.
“Dear Roseluck, my need to see you is most urgent,” Zecora began, not fully confident in her words. “We must discuss details emergent.” Absolutely dreadful rhyming, but she was under pressure.
Roseluck was fighting back another yawn, but her head had a curious tilt to it. “Okay, come in, come in.”
Roseluck picked up her lantern and carried it back into her house, Zecora quick on her heels. They entered the kitchen, Roseluck setting the lantern aside and lighting a few candles. Zecora regarded the candles for a moment. Their arrangement implied that Roseluck might have had some romantic plans for the evening, but the lack of melted wax on the side indicated that these plans had fallen through.
Roseluck blew out the lantern and pulled up a chair, gesturing for Zecora to do the same. As the zebra sat down, she could feel the warmth in her mind increase, becoming a burning heat as it enveloped the whole of her body. Her cheeks flushed red as wetness gathered once more in her nethers.
“So,” Roseluck said, resting her head on her hoof. “What details, uh, emergent?”
Zecora might have corrected Roseluck if she was able to focus properly. She squirmed in her seat, eyes tracing Roseluck’s form. She wasn’t the prettiest mare Zecora had laid eyes on, but that didn’t stop her from being pretty. Her mane was of particular interest, a striking shade of red, magnificent even when it was still messy from its owner’s sleep.
Zecora swallowed thickly and leaned forward.
“Please forgive the lateness of the hour,” Zecora said huskily. “But I have come for you, my beautiful flower.”
Roseluck blinked, looking utterly confused for a moment before a faint blush colored her face.
“You mean you… Oh Zecora, I-I never knew you f-felt this way.” Roseluck looked away, tucking a lock of her mane behind her ear. “I mean, maybe it’s because I got stood up tonight, but… H-here, let me make something for you to eat.”
Roseluck got out of her chair, but Zecora was quick to follow suit, closing the distance between them.
“This, I’m afraid, I cannot let you do,” Zecora smiled as she cupped Roseluck’s soft face. She didn’t need and prompting or guidance from her tag-alongs for this. “For the only thing I wish to eat is you.”
Before Roseluck could say anything else, Zecora pressed their lips together. It was by no means the most romantic or erotic kiss in either of the mare’s lives, but it did quickly silence any protest. Roseluck was too stunned to properly react, quickly pulling away. She stumbled backward, blushing furiously as the amorous zebra followed her with a sensual sway of her hips.
“I’ve never s-seen you be this f-f-forward before!” Roseluck laughed nervously. “Did you accidentally drink some kind of, uh, love potion or s-something?”
“You mean to imply my affections unnatural?” Zecora gave a throaty chuckle. “My dear flower, to love you I need no assistance herbal.”
Roseluck backed her way down the hall to her bedroom door. She let out a quiet squeak when her rump hit the wood, and then a louder one as Zecora pinned her against it. The zebra leaned in, nibbling on Roseluck’s neck. The gardener gasped and squirmed, fumbling with the door handle behind her back. Roseluck fell backwards as the door opened, Zecora landing on top of her with a heavy oomph. Zecora let out a small, oddly sweet smelling burp. She blushed with embarrassment, quickly covering her mouth.
“Pardon me, Roseluck dear. That was not something I wished for you to hear.”
“Consider yourself pardoned.” Roseluck giggled, trying and failing to wiggle her way out from beneath the zebra. “Uh, I don’t suppose you could let me up? Unl-less you were planning to t-take me right here on the floor.”
Zecora’s embarrassment quickly faded, lips stretching into an evil smirk. She raised a hoof, ever so gently booping Roseluck’s nose. Roseluck inhaled, able to detect the aroma of fertile soil. Slowly, Zecora traced her hoof down the gardener's face, over her neck and chest and lower still. Roseluck let out an involuntary laugh as Zecora tickled her belly, the zebra chuckling along with her.
Roseluck’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Zecora’s hoof touch her nethers. The hoof slid down over her pussy lips, sending tingles down her spine. Up and down the hoof went, slowly but surely increasing in speed and pressure. Quiet shlicks began filling the air as Roseluck became wet under Zecora’s ministrations.
The zebra leaned down, pushing her muzzle into Roseluck’s chest, snuffling her chest floof. Roseluck gasped and squirmed, the feeling of Zecroa’s hot breath on her fur somehow just as pleasant as the hoof on her pussy. Zecora nibbled and chuckled, clearly enjoying it as much as Roseluck was. Suddenly, she pulled back her head back from Roseluck’s chest and her hoof from her nethers. Roseluck huffed as the stimulation ceased, her own hoof quickly going down to finish what Zecora has started. The zebra stopped her, pinning the hoof between them.
Before Roseluck could ask why, Zecora held a hoof in front of her face. Roseluck could still smell the soil, mixed in with the scent of her own fertile pussy. Zecora didn’t say a word, merely smiling down at Roseluck, her wishes clear. Roseluck hesitantly opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lick the sullied hoof.
Roseluck had never really tasted herself before, always cleaning both herself and any toys she had been using as soon as she was done with any private time. And the few stallions she had been with has never tried to make her ‘clean them off’ afterwards. Her breath trembled as her tongue touched Zecora’s hoof. The taste wasn’t particularly strong and only slightly tangy. Still, the subtle groan that came from Zecora’s throat at the contact spurred Roseluck further. She dragged her tongue all over the hoof, until it glistened dully in the low light.
Zecora bit her bottom lip as Roseluck cleaned her hoof. This was exactly what she had in mind when the slug first offered its deal. And Roseluck hadn’t even been given her own slug yet. Was she always this submissive? Zecora was tempted to push things further, to see how much prodding it would take before the gardener was happily eating her ass, but she could feel the slugs growing restless.
Zecora pulled her hoof away, grinning as Roseluck’s mouth followed it for a moment. She dipped the hoof back down to Roseluck’s pussy, skipping any foreplay and going straight to hard and firm hoofing. As she jilled the gardener silly, Zecora communicated to the slug, as best she could, to get ready. The sensation of it forcing its way back up her throat wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it seemed this time her slug was suppressing her body’s gag reflex.
When she felt the slug bulging her neck, Zecora doubled her efforts on Roseluck. The gardener arched her back, her mouth opening as a moan came from her throat. Zecora struck, clamping her own mouth over Roseluck’s. She stuffed her tongue into the other mare’s mouth, pinning her tongue down. The slug pushed its way out of Zecora’s throat and rapidly slid down into Roseluck’s mouth.
Roseluck’s reaction wasn’t immediate. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the creature in her mouth, her brain trying to parse the feedback through a haze of pleasure. Zecora withdrew her tongue as the slug hit the back of Roseluck’s throat, the gardener’s eyes going wide with shock. Zecora pulled her head back and used her free hoof to force Roseluck’s mouth closed. Zecora tilted Roseluck’s head back further, massaging her throat even while Roseluck tried to understand what was happening.
There was an audible gulp and Roseluck’s small neck bulged obscenely as the slug slid down it. Zecora let out a breathy chuckle, a pleasurable pulse traveling through her brain. Roseluck gasped and gagged beneath her, rolling around like a filly with a tummy ache. Zecora never stopped rubbing the mare’s cunt, going faster and harder as she watched the slug work on Roseluck. The pulses in her own brain increased in strength and frequency, seeming to build simultaneously with Roseluck’s pleasure.
When Roseluck’s orgasm came, it was warm and wet. A proverbial fountain of mare-cum gushed up, soaking Zecora’s hoof and dripping back down onto Roseluck’s groin and the carpet below. Zecora was only a few heartbeats behind, her finish nowhere near as spectacular, but the sensations ripping through her body were wonderful all the same. Zecora’s muscles seemed to fail her, she tipped to the side and collapsed while Roseluck continued to convulse orgasmic bliss.
Zecora sucked in air, not realizing she had been holding her breath for who knew how long. Slowly, she raised her head, regarding the now still form of Roseluck beside her. For a moment, Zecora was worried the poor gardener was dead, but she soon saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Zecora tried to get to her hooves, but it seemed her body wasn’t quite ready yet.
She spoke quietly. “Roseluck, sweet and bright, are you alright?”
Roseluck didn’t reply right away, and just as Zecora was readying herself for another go at standing up, she heard a very confused gardener speak.
“What the fuck was that?”
“A necessary cruelty.” Zecora smirked, laying her head back down and breathing a little easier. Her slug passed along warm feelings. “But one that I promise that shall lead to untold booty.”
“Booty?”
Zecora coughed. “Ahem, beauty.”
A few more silent moments passed before Roseluck spoke again, her voice trembling. “Zecora, th-that… thing. W-what is it?”
“A creature I am sure you shall come to adore,” Zecora replied soothingly. “A brother to the one you brought to me before.”
“The slug!?” Roseluck cried. “I swallowed the sl-lug!?”
“Can you not feel it within you? Can you not understand its intentions true?”
Again, Roseluck did not reply right away, but her quiet sniffles could still be heard. She could feel it, both in her belly and in her mind. The presence wasn’t oppressive, but it was still palpable. Unnatural, another thing in her head, pumping calming chemicals into her blood even as her mind rebelled against it. It didn’t matter how good the thing had made her feel before, it shouldn’t be in her!
Just as Roseluck was sure she was going to faint from the overwhelming emotions inside her, she heard Zecora grunt. The zebra breathed heavily as she dragged herself beside the gardener, letting out an oomph as she laid her head beside Roseluck’s.
Zecora gently cupped Roseluck’s face, brushing away her tears. She leaned forward, booping their noses together while putting on the biggest, warmest smile Roseluck could ever remember seeing. Her breathing evened out, the presence in her mind lessening, withdrawing while putting out something akin to an apologetic feeling.
“There is still much to do,” Zecora said, locking eyes with Roseluck. “But for now, let us rest her, me and you.”
Roseluck couldn’t help but marvel at the confidence of Zecora’s stride. Most ponies she knew, even ones like Applejack and Big Mac, were at the very least cautious as they moved through the Everfree Forest. If not downright terrified.
Not Zecora. She walked with purpose and ease, like she was taking a stroll down the center of town, and not a narrow path thick with trees and monstrous creatures.
It was early. Exceedingly early. The sky to the east was growing pink with the approaching dawn, but it was still dark enough that Roseluck had brought her lantern with her. It’s normally bright light seemed diminished amongst the flora of the Everfree, like the plants around them were absorbing the light.
Just when Roseluck was about to ask where how much farther, Zecora halted. The gardener almost ran into the zebra, but stopped a hair’s breadth from her rump. Not that a faceful of zebra rump wasn’t a pleasant thought.
Zecora motioned for Roseluck to extinguish her lantern. She hesitated for a moment before complying, rather foalishly frightened of the dark. Her fear was unfounded, as when the lantern’s light vanished, the forest stepped in to replace it. The trees and vines around them were awash with blue light, glowing not unlike a rave.
Nodding silently, Zecora moved forward, Roseluck quick on her heels. They left the small path behind, delving into the brush. The glow persisted, just as calming as the slug within her.
They soon emerged into a clearing, the soil damp beneath their hooves. A lone tree stood in the middle of the clearing, its trunk like a dozen smaller trees twisted together. It’s branches snaked into the air, thick vines hanging down like so many tails. Among the roots of the tree sat a lumpy black object. Light bounced off it in a strange manner, almost like it didn’t belong.
They approached it, stopping just a few paces before it. A small head poked up from somewhere inside the object, staring at them the way a dog would. A slimy, sluggy sort of dog. More heads emerged from the hive, dozens and dozens, each mimicking their fellows. Roseluck couldn’t help but smile. There might not be enough slugs here for every pony in Ponyville.
But, as her newest and closest friend assured her, they could easily make more.
Then, You, Get the Ponies
Author's Note
Tags: Masturbation, Lesbian Sex, and Incest
Then, You, Get the Ponies
Roseluck wondered if Zecora was into eating flowers before or after hosting a slug.
She watched with a mixture of bemusement and fascination as the zebra turned the potted rosebush around, methodically biting off the flowers one after another. Roseluck merely shrugged after a moment and returned to her own meal, a rather sensible carrot salad. Her eighth of the day.
The two were in the midst of cleaning out all the food in the house. They had already burned through most of the snacks in Roseluck’s room and had since moved to the kitchen, where the fridge and cupboards were already showing the scars of the pair’s hunger.
Roseluck suspected that their new friends were to blame for the recent uptick in their appetites. But, as she slurped down vegetables slathered in dressing, Roseluck reasoned that they didn’t seem to be adding much to either of their waistlines. Roseluck wasn’t sure if her metabolism was working overtime or if the normal feelings of fullness were being suppressed. Regardless, she wasn’t being given any reason to stop eating.
Zecora let out a satisfied sigh, lightly pushing the thoroughly pruned rosebush away. She gave Roseluck a knowing look, a smile tugging at her lips as the gardener licked her bowl clean. The zebra was reaching for a salad of her own when she stopped, a puzzled look crossing her face.
Roseluck, my dear,” Zecora began before being interrupted by a quiet belch. Her cheeks reddened but she quickly soldiered on. “I think my companion has something that yours would want to hear.”
Roseluck wiped her mouth with the back of her hoof and nodded. The slug in her gut wiggled in anticipation. “Alright, let’s hear it.”
Zecora opened her mouth to speak before a pensive look crossed her face. Her mouth closed and she brought a hoof to her chin. After a moment, she opened her mouth again, hoof going forward to coincide with her next sentence, only for her to once again falter and remain silent.
Roseluck frowned and her slug sent out a pulse of annoyance. Even though she couldn’t directly understand the creature, she could guess at what words it would have used. And thus it occurred to her as to why Zecora was having difficulty communicating.
“Can’t find the right words?” Roseluck offered softly.
Zecora nodded. “It is difficult to relay. I cannot find the proper words, I must say.”
“I wonder how they talk to each other when they don’t have ponies,” Roseluck said aloud, earning a squirm from her slug. “You… touch?”
“This is what they did before I brought you into the fold,” Zecora explained. “Although, this still does not give me any ideas, truth be told.”
Roseluck smirked at the memory. Most mares might recoil at the thought of having a slug forced down their throat, but it had really grown on Roseluck. In fact…
“That gives me an idea,” Roseluck hopped out of her chair. “Follow me.”
Zecora’s ears flicked up questioningly, but she did as Roseluck instructed, following the flower mare from the kitchen to the living room. The two mares got onto the couch, sitting quite close together.
“You remember how you, ah, ‘brought me into the fold’, right?”
Zecora nodded, opening her mouth to ask how that was supposed to help them with their present predicament. Before she could actually say anything, Roseluck clamped her mouth over the zebra’s, quickly shoving her tongue into other mare’s maw. The slug in Zecora’s gut wiggled, apparently picking up on what Roseluck meant. Zecora was quick to follow as she felt the slug begin forcing its way up her throat.
The slugs must have been suppressing their gag reflexes as they wiggled back up into their host’s mouths. They seemed to put out a few pleasant feelings for good measure, a reward for solving the problem. Zecora gasped, feeling her body heat up the obscene kiss deepened and continued. She soon felt Roseluck’s hooves on her rump, squeezing and kneading the witchdoctor’s plump posterior. She chuckled, her mirth ending in a little gag as her slug pushed back into her mouth. A similar sound came from Roseuck’s throat, the gardener’s own, rather girthy friend blocking her windpipe for a moment.
The slugs thankfully didn’t bring any unpleasant tastes with them, coated only in their rather sweet tasting slime. They moved along the mare’s tongues and were soon touching each other in a subdued imitation of the two oral muscles.
Roseluck and Zecora gasped in unison. As they slugs connected to each other, so did the two mares. Unlike the slugs, where it felt like another thing crammed into their head, this was like as though their minds were floating in the ocean, knocking against each other. They both fought the urge to recoil from the sudden mental contact, maintaining their physical contact as they tried to adjust to the new sensations.
This is weird. Roseluck thought to herself.
I have had similar experiences during Zebrafrican mating rituals. Zecora replied.
Since Roseluck remained locked in a deep throated kiss with Zecora, she had to make do with a mental gasp.
You can understand me? And you’re not rhyming!
Zecora’s mental chuckle bounced around Roseluck’s mind. The rhyming is a side effect of the translation spell I used when I first came to Equestria. I’ve grown rather fond of it of the years and never bothered to change it. It would seem that linking our minds like this removes any language barriers we would otherwise face.
Roseluck took a moment to digest that, physically pulling Zecora a little closer.
Imagine what we could do if all ponies and creatures could experience this. There would be no barriers to communication, to intimacy. Roseluck gasped, choking a little on a bit of slime. As she muscled the candy-like residue down, Zecora responded.
I think I now understand what our little friends have in mind for the future.
If Zecora and Roseluck were coconuts in the ocean, then the slugs were the clouds high above. All the same, Zecora was able to easily poke her head up, so to speak, and listen in on their conversation. It was all alien sensations and feelings, the lack of a language barrier apparently not applying to mollusks. All the same, Zecora was able to parse a general understanding.
They wish to bring more ponies into the fold. Zecora leaned into Roseluck. Educate them on the benefits of hosting a slug themselves.
Like set up a little booth in the market?
Zecora let out an amused snort. A bit more covert than that, I think.
Roseluck shifted her tongue around, feeling the weight of her slug sitting upon it. So, they probably want someplace where they, we, could easily and quietly put slugs into ponies.
The clouds had descended upon the coconuts and were mixing the two conversations together. A warm sense of approval washed over both mares. Roseluck couldn’t help but smile, relishing the sensation.
Words were left behind as an image of Zecora’s hut flitted through her head, offered up as a potential ‘education’ center. The slugs rejected the idea, the image fizzling out. Too small, too isolated. Roseluck’s home quick to appear, her sisters were due home soon so there were two ponies ready, if not necessarily willing. The slugs latched onto the idea, seeming to file it away, but still searched for a better place. The hospital was of interest, but too big a target for two mares and the dozen or so slugs currently in the house. What they needed was someplace easy enough to take control of, but still someplace of interest to ponies where they would readily come in.
Zecora’s mind seemed to drift, fuzzy images of attractive ponies massaging oil over her naked form. Roseluck would have blushed if her hoof weren’t already full of that deliciously round, striped ass. But the thought gave her one of her own.
Ponyville Spa.
It was perfect. Ponies came in there regularly and it was run primarily by the Aloe and Lotus Blossom. To take effective control, they only needed to initially bring in two more ponies. From there, the spa’s many isolated massage rooms offered plenty of time and privacy to spread the good, slimy word.
The slugs were particularly happy with this idea, dumping so many endorphins into both Roseluck and Zecora’s brains it was a miracle they didn’t spontaneously orgasm from it. With something that might have been a farewell, the slugs pushed away from each other and returned to their respective esophaguses.
Zecora pulled out of the kiss, numerous strands of saliva and slime still connecting her lips to Roseluck’s. They broke as she jerked her head back, tipping it up and swallowing to help quicken her slug’s decent back into her gullet. Zecora let out a satisfied sigh and looked to her companion, finding her struggling to get her slug back down. The zebra quickly massaged the gardener’s neck, easing the thick mollusk down until with a loud glck it vanished past Roseluck’s collarbone.
“Woof…” Roseluck gasped softly, rubbing her throat. “Just my luck to get the big fella…”
“Perhaps you should pick a smaller one for tomorrow,” Zecora said with a smile. “I have a feeling trying to pass another like that to Miss Blossom will bring you much sorrow.”
“Remind me who gave me the chonker slug to begin with,” Roseluck smirked, giggling at the offended wiggles coming from her stomach. “Guess we should get some sleep. Unless… you’re still hungry.”
Zecora smirked. “I do have an appetite, I do admit. One for something wiggling that simply will not quit.”
“...You want me to lick you again, don’t you.”
Zecora nodded enthusiastically.
The following morning, Roseluck and Zecora woke early to make their preparations for the day’s task.
“Do I have to swallow it?” Roseluck asked in a tone not unlike a foal faced with vegetables.
She looked from the slug in her hooves to Zecora, who was in the midst of ingesting her own mollusk. The zebra made a few muffled sounds that might have been a reply, but was blocked behind the wiggling creature. Roseluck idly wondered how well versed Zecora was with servicing cocks as the slug smoothly entered her throat.
She tore her eyes away from the spectacle to return to them to her new slug. To the creature’s credit, it was quite placid as she hemmed and hawed over it. No doubt acutely aware of her hesitation, the slug in her gut put out a soothing pulse.
“He’s almost as big as you,” she said aloud, glancing at her belly. The slug gave her a good natured mental nudged in response. “Yeah, yeah, I’m one to talk. But you’re the one that wanted me to pig out yesterday. What was with that anyway? Fattening us up so the hive can feast on us?”
It was a joke. Mostly a joke. The slug took it in stride, putting out a feeling that there were no plans to eat either mare.
Roseluck chuckled and looked back to Zecora, hoping to get an answer to her earlier question. Even if that answer was a roundabout rhyme that boiled down to ‘yes’. To her surprise, Zecora was shoving another slug down her gullet. Was she getting a taste for them or something?
Realizing she was stalling, Roseluck set her jaw and turned her attention back to the slug in her hooves.
“Look out teeth, look out gums. Look out stomach, here it- huh?”
Roseluck’s attention was pulled back to her gut where her wiggling passenger was making a bit of a fuss. Maybe it didn’t fancy having a roommate, even temporarily. The slug instead replayed Roseluck’s swallowing question in her head, followed by a sensation that boiled down to ‘no’.
“Well, I guess I could hide it in my bag. But, you have to leave those at the door.”
The slug squirmed, trying to nudge Roseluck down the proper path of reasoning. It reminded the gardener of the time she went to Mexicolt and had to try to communicate that she was interested in buying seeds and not a baby. What would she do with a baby anyway?
The slug flashed an image of herself through Roseluck’s mind, trying to get her back on track. She nodded and refocused, staring intently at the slug in her hooves. She needed to smuggle it into the spa, but not in her bags. The slugs could stick to things, so maybe on her belly? Ponies would see it easily though. Under her tail, perhaps?
The slug seemed pleased by that last thought. So under her tail? No, not that exactly, but Roseluck knew she was getting closer. She wasn’t quite sure why the slug then decided that now was the time to start turning her on, heat gathering in her nethers, but the sensation was-
“Oh,” Roseluck said out loud, nodding her head. “I can keep him in my mare purse.”
Zecora gulped audibly, letting out a sigh as her airway cleared. “What are you- urp,” she belched, turning red and covering her mouth with a hoof.
Roseluck grinned evilly. “Here, let me show you.”
She turned to face Zecora, spreading her back legs wide. One hoof went to stroke her already puffy lips while they other held the slug aloft. Roseluck, confident that the slug could figure out her intentions, placed the creature on the ground just in front of her as she continued to stroke away. Once her pretty pussy was drooling lubricant onto the floor, she carefully pulled her entrance open.
“Go on, get in,” Roseluck said huskily.
The slug obeyed, slithering up to her pussy and pushing its head inside. She gasped at the sensation but held herself steady, a tremor running through her body. The slug easily got more and more of its body into her, its slime mixing with her juices to ensure a smooth insertion. It still spread her apart with its girth, acting like the squirmiest dildo Roseluck had ever used. She quaked and quivered as it entered her fully, its little black tail soon vanishing into her pink folds. But the sensations didn’t stop, only growing more intense as the slug squirmed deeper into her and found a comfortable spot.
Roseluck didn’t need any extra mental stimulation for this orgasm. She came with a sharp cry, her pussy convulsing around her living dildo and gushing fluid onto the floor. She collapsed backwards, panting as she felt the slug settled down inside her, apparently undisturbed by its temporary home shaking and squeezing it.
Zecora trotted over to Roseluck, smirking down on her fellow conspirator.
“Mmm,” Roseluck moaned, smacking her lips. “Maybe… maybe I should put another in, just for good measure?”
Zecora had advised Roseluck against adding any additional slugs to her pink pocket. And as the pair approached the spa, Roseluck was painfully aware that it was the right call. She was struggling to maintain an even trot as the slug in her pussy squirmed around. Was it doing it on purpose or was it merely trying to orient itself as it was bounced around by her gait. Either way, she hoped the Ponyville standard of politely ignoring other ponies groins was still in place as she suspected she was leaving a sweet, musky trail behind her.
There thankfully wasn’t a line to get into the spa, and as Roseluck and Zecora entered, the pony in front of the counter was just leaving. They trotted up together to the Spa Twin manning the desk. The mare’s coat was a light shade of pink and her mane a deep blue. Roseluck struggled to recall which sister that was.
“Hello and welcome to Ponyville Spa,” the mare greeted in her light Norwegian (change to pony thing) accent. “My name is Aloe. How may I help you today?”
Aloe, right. Roseluck thought to herself. She quietly cleared her throat and approached the desk.
“Hello, Aloe. My friend and I would like to get a couple’s massage.”
Aloe gasped, somehow managing to make that sound accented, and softly clapped her hooves together. “How wonderful to hear. I knew you would find a special somepony, Roseluck. But, I never imagined you would find one so… exotic.”
Zecora smirked and Roseluck chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t see it coming either. But, I am very happy that Zecora and I finally took this step.”
Zecora loudly cleared her throat.
“...That Zecora made the first move and drug my perky butt into this relationship.” Roseluck leaned on the counter and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But, I was hoping that maybe we could get the deluxe couple’s massage. And that you and your sister could attend to us personally.”
Aloe’s eyes widened for a moment. She leaned to the side, looking Zecora up and down. After a moment, she smirked and turned her now lidded eyes back to Roseluck.
“I think that can be arranged,” she pressed a button on the desk and leaned down to speak softly into a microphone placed beside it. “Miss Ankle, I have business to attend to. You shall be running the front desk in my absence. And please tell my sister to meet me in room four.” She straightened up and smoothed her mane. “If you will follow me, please.”
Aloe trotted from behind the desk and motioned for Roseluck and Zecora to follow. The gardener couldn’t help but steal a glance at the not inconsiderable behind of the spa pony, noticing that her tail was raising itself a little higher than was socially polite. Roseluck bit her lip and looked to Zecora, seeing the zebra’s gaze locked on their host’s subtly jiggling rump. Roseluck giggled to herself and lightly nudged Zecora’s side, shooting her companion a wide smile. Zecora blushed faintly and offered her own, more subdued smile.
They traveled what seemed to be the full length of the building, passing numerous rooms of various uses. Massage rooms, steam rooms, shower and locker rooms. Roseluck felt her slug wiggle excitedly. Apparently it was all even better than the mollusk could have hoped for. Roseluck smirked, doing her best to mentally chastise the creature for counting its hosts before they had been seeded.
Eventually, the trio arrived at a quite ordinary looking door. Aloe produced a comb from her mane and from the comb a key. She carefully unlocked the door and pushed it open, the well-oiled hinges not making even the slightest sound. She ushered Zecora and Roseluck inside and set about locking the door behind them.
The room was fairly spacious, space enough for two wide massage tables, what looked like a hot tub in one corner, and in the other a princess-sized bed. Shelves ran along the walls, lined with bottles of every shape and size, each filled with liquids that ran every spectrum of opacity and color. And beside the bottles there were all manner of sex toys. Dildos, strap-ons, and even what looked like masturbators designed with males in mind.
Roseluck was acutely aware of the lock clicking shut behind them and she was momentarily worried she might have bitten off more than she or Zecora could chew. The slug in her gut gave a reassuring squirm and Roseluck momentarily got the impression she could have simply knocked the door off its hinges if need be. She shook her head and made a note to ask Zecora about that later.
“I take it this is the happy couple?” said a voice from within the room. It was only then that Roseluck noticed the other twin, Lotus, was leaning against one of the massage tables. She was a perfect mirror of her sister, only with a blue coat and a pink mane. She was looking past said couple to her sister.
Aloe nodded as she trotted up beside her twin. “Yes, they are.”
Lotus’s gaze moved to the pair and Roseluck stood up a little straighter, trying to ignore another bout of tingling squirms from her pussy. The masseuse had an almost bored look on her face as she surveyed the gardener.
“Have they already paid?” Lotus asked.
Aloe might have already been pink, but she still managed to turn pinker still. “I, uh, no. No, they haven’t.”
Lotus’s expression remained the same as she momentarily turned back to her sister. “Got a little too eager, did we?”
Aloe smiled weakly and shrugged.
Lotus merely shook her head and looked to Zecora. Her expression changed as she looked the zebra over, going from bored observation to genuine interest. Roseluck watched as Lotus traced Zecora’s form several times over.
“Well, I’m sure they’re good for it,” She said in a far friendlier tone, a devious smirk on her face. “And even if they aren’t, I’m sure we could, ah... work something out.”
Aloe giggled. “Now who’s eager?” she said in a rather loud whisper. She turned back to Roseluck and Zecora, patting the table beside her. “Miss Roseluck, I’ll be tending to you here.”
“And Miss Zecora,” Lotus said, moving to the other table.
Roseluck gently nudged Zecora with her shoulder before trotting over to Aloe. There were a helpful set of steps on the other side of the massage table, allowing Roseluck to easily climb up and onto it. She laid down and quickly stretched out her front and back legs as she had been instructed to do on previous visits to the spa. Of course, those times she hadn’t been tended to by one of the famed Spa Twins.
Aloe giggled softly. “I see this isn’t your first visit.”
Roseluck glanced over to the other table, watching as Lotus guided Zecora’s limbs into the desired positions. The blue mare’s hooves lingered a few moments longer than was professional, but that was the whole point of the deluxe package. Plus, it was fairly obvious to the gardener that Lotus has a keen interest in Zecora.
“Lay you head down, please,” Aloe instructed softly, gently pushing Roseluck’s head onto the pillow, leaving her looking towards Zecora and Lotus. The zebra similarly facing her. Aloe’s hoof lingered on the back of Roseluck’s head before smoothly sliding to her neck and beginning the massage. “So, how did the two of you get together?”
Roseluck opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a low groan. She hadn’t been to the spa in a while and had honestly forgotten just how good a proper neck massage could feel. Lotus laughed openly as she mirrored her sister’s hooves.
“I don’t she’s going to be able to answer you, sis,” Lotus looked down to Zecora. “How about you, beautiful? Got a story for us?”
“The other night I visited Roseluck after she had been stood up by a date,” Zecora explained, her voice wavering slightly with every pleasurable press of Lotus’s hooves. “One thing led to another and, well, I guess you could call it fate.”
“Ooo,” Lotus cooed. “How romantic.”
“What silly pony stood up you?” Aloe asked as she moved down Roseluck’s back.
“Th-Th-Thimble!” Roseluck managed to get out, a few decibels higher than she intended.
“Moonshine Thimble?” Aloe began kneading Roseluck’s haunches. “I think he has an appointment in a few days. Want me to give him a bikini wax?”
Lotus giggled evilly. “So quick to inflict pain on another pony, sister? If I didn’t know better, I would say you got off on it.”
Aloe snorted, still giving Roseluck’s haunches a very deep tissue massage. “And if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were projecting.”
“Maybe,” Lotus admitted as she worked over Zecora’s back.
The pair were quiet for a little while after that, tending to their clients. Roseluck was happy for the silence, as it allowed her to enjoy the massage even more. Every little worry she had been holding onto seemed to melt away under Aloe’s experienced hooves. Her bones turned to jelly and her muscles to pudding, until she was less a mare and more a puddle laying on the table. She didn’t know how much Zecora was getting out of the experience, but she hoped the zebra was enjoying herself.
Roseluck was pulled back to the present when she felt Aloe very deliberately spread her ass cheeks apart.
“Oops,” Aloe giggled, releasing Roseluck’s buns. “I was just sneaking a peek. Can never be too sure what you’re going to get these days until it’s right in your face.”
From the other table, Lotus snorted. “Tell me about it. Got this big hunk, looks like a dump truck hatefucked a diamond dog. I get him alone, thinking he’s gonna pound my ass until I can’t walk right for a week. Get a look down under, and he’s got the cutest little pussy you’ve ever seen.”
Roseluck raised her head a little. “Really?”
Lotus nodded. “Yep. Poor girl, or guy, I didn’t really ask, was real embarrassed about it too. Sweet as pie, though. Helped me try out my new vibrator.” She leaned forward from her position near Zecora’s rear. “I don’t suppose that’s something that interests you, Miss Zecora.”
Zecora let out a happy little sigh before answering in a low, pleasured voice. “I have used such devices before. I stopped because, ah-” she gasped as Lotus’s hooves hit a particularly sensitive area “-because cleaning them was such a chore.”
“Well, you won’t have to worry about that here. We handle clean up ourselves,” the evil smirk found its way back onto Lotus’s face. “Unless I decide to make you clean it with your tongue, of course.”
Zecora’s next groan might have been a confirmation.
Roseluck suddenly felt Aloe’s hooves leave her body and was left saddened by their absence. She raised her head a little and looked over her shoulder, seeing Aloe wiping a bit of sweat from her brow.
“Finished, on the first part anyway,” she said with a pleasant smile. “If you’ll turn over I can get started on your front.”
Roseluck nodded and willed her relaxed body to life, flipping onto her back and resting her head on the pillow once more. Her pussy was in full display now, glistening under the room’s lights. She saw Aloe’s eyes immediately zero in on her nethers, the masseues’s tongue darting out for the briefest moment.
“Well don’t just stare at it, eat it,” Lotus called teasingly.
Aloe blushed and shot her sister a dirty look before meeting Roseluck’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Miss Roseluck. I’m being quite unprofessional.”
“It’s that what I paid for?” Roseluck smiled, shifting her limbs into a ‘sexy’ pose.
Aloe snickered and gave her sister another glance before climbing onto the table. “I suppose it is,” she replied in a husky tone.
“Our companions appear to be engaging in coitus,” Zecora observed, rolling over onto her back. “I don’t suppose I could tempt you as well, Miss Lotus.”
“Oh, by all means, Miss Zecora,” Lotus grinned. “Tempt me.”
Zecora sat up and pulled Lotus into a kiss. Roseluck swallowed thickly as she watched the two mares’ lips meet, suddenly remembering why she and Zecora were here to begin with. She expected to hear a telltale gag and gluck, followed by a bulge wiggling down Lotus’s neck. To her relief, Zecora eventually pulled away, leaving only her spit in Lotus’s mouth instead of a mollusk.
“Why don’t we go to the bed, Miss Zecora?” Lotus said, already tugging the zebra off the table and in that direction. “I don’t think the table could support the both of us.”
Roseluck shot Aloe a curious and slightly worried look as the massage table creaked beneath them. The pink twin giggled somewhat nervously as she cautiously crawled over Roseluck’s form.
“Please excuse my sister, she likes making bad jokes.”
Zecora spared Aloe and Roseluck a glance, that kind one often gives to to trains that may crash spectacularly in the near future.
“On that front, I shall defer to you,” Zecora said, allowing herself to be pulled over to the expansive bed and climbing up onto it. “And what on the bed shall we do?”
Lotus followed Zecora up and pushed her onto her back, the zebra’s head hitting the pillows. The masseuse then all but pounced on Zecora, straddling her head and forcing her already moist cunt against Zecora’s face.
“Well, since I’ve been tending to you up until now, I think it’s only fair that you tend to me now,” Lotus grinned, slowly grinding her hips against Zecora’s head. “Then after that maybe I’ll break in my new strap-on with that sweet ass of yours.”
“If it is a cock you desire-” Zecora began to say before Lotus reached down with and hoof and forced the zebra’s lips against her needy pussy.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Lotus sneered, a shiver running up her spine as Zecora finally began licking.
Roseluck, who had been watching the other two with interest, was suddenly pulled back to her own situation as the table once again creaked. She looked up nervously at Aloe, hoping to see a reassuring smile. Instead she was treated to the sight of Aloe’s own wet sex, a pink hoof slowly rubbing it.
Aloe’s upside down face suddenly appeared between Roseluck’s legs. “I thought we could spread the love around,” she said pointedly, the moans of her sister coming in with almost perfect timing.
Roseluck nodded and reached up, grabbing a firm hold of Aloe’s rump and easing it down within licking distance. She slowly licked her lips, more for her partner’s benefit that her own. She heard Aloe giggle again before the masseuse settled her weight on the gardener and Roseluck felt warm breath roll across her nethers.
Aloe seemed to approach lovemaking the same way she did with her profession. She wasted little time in pressing her lips to Roseluck’s pussy, tongue quickly squirming inside and searching for pressure points. Roseluck groaned happily, practically forgetting she was supposed to be reciprocating.
She wasn’t pulled from basking until she felt something else wiggle inside her. She jumped a little, more tingles running up her spine as the slug she had stuffed up her cunt started squirming towards its intended host. Roseluck pulled Aloe’s ass down closer, mashing her face against the masseuse’s pussy and directing her now louder moans into it. By the pleased rumbles coming from above, Aloe appeared to appreciate it.
Roseluck tried to clench her internal muscles, only then regretting not using the kegle set her last coltfriend had given her. The slug’s journey was slowed, but its continued on with determination, rubbing its slippery body all over her internal walls. The slug in her gut seemed perplexed by her actions, broadcasting the impression into Roseluck’s mind. She mustered enough focus to convey she wanted Aloe to keep doing what she was currently doing until the hot, wet messy part.
The slug didn’t respond right away, but after a moment it came back with an image. A dozen Aloes pushing and shoving and climbing over each other as they fought to be the one servicing her pussy. Each with the same hungry, lustful, yet somehow subservient expression on their face. Roseluck got the idea.
She loosened her internal muscles as best she could, Aloe’s oral ministrations still making her clench with pleasure. Instead, she tried to better return the favor, kissing and licking the masseuse's wet nethers and occasionally pushing her tongue in a few inches. At the same time, Roseluck slowly and carefully wrapped her legs around Aloe’s head. It was a move she’d seen often enough in porn, usually stallions ensuring their cock remained firmly lodged in their partner’s throat. It was well suited to Roseluck’s own purposes.
The slug soon reached the entrance of Roseluck’s cunt, coming dangerously close to Aloe’s probing tongue. It waited until the pink mare backed off to gulp down some air before squirming forward, bringing Roseluck to the teetering edge of climax. She felt it part her pussy lips, just barely pushing into the open.
Roseluck squeezed her legs, forcing Aloe’s open mouth against her cunt just as the slug in her gut gave the pleasure centers of her brain a little nudge.
Roseluck’s orgasm was just as wet and messy as she had wanted it to be, a gush of sweet, tangy fluid right into Aloe’s open mouth. She couldn’t put it into words, but knowing the other mare was drinking down her juices made it all feel even better. She heard Aloe choke, possibly from hot mare-cum hitting the back of her throat but more likely from the hefty mollusk forcing its way into her mouth. Roseluck felt Aloe trying to pull away but she held tight with all four of her limbs, keeping the mare in place as she was forced to swallow the slug as well.
A loud gulp signaled the slug’s success. And the sudden squirt of fluid over Roseluck’s face indicated it was already in its host’s system and dolling out treats. That or Aloe had genuinely enjoyed having the creature forced down her throat. The masseuse shuddered and went limp, her full weight only then settling onto Roseluck.
The table beneath creaked again, but Roseluck was too busy riding waves of pleasure to worry about it.
Eventually it all faded to a pleasant afterglow and Roseluck untangled her limbs from Aloe as best she could. She groaned softly and pushed one of the pink mare’s legs out of the way so she could see how Zecora was faring.
Lotus’s humping was more pronounced now, a hoof still holding Zecora’s head in place as the blue twin grinded her cunt against the zebra’s face. Zecora had similarly wrapped her forelegs around Lotus’s waist, clearly getting in a good grope as she held on. Lotus had her head thrown back, a steady stream of ‘oh yeah’s and various expletives coming from her mouth.
Roseluck bit her lip and her hoof drifted down to her pussy once again. She had to push Aloe’s face aside, but the masseuse didn’t put up any resistance, only making a quiet groan. Roseluck bit her lip as she watched Lotus’s generous rump bounce and jiggle as she rode Zecora’s face. The gardener’s eyes drifted down to the zebra’s groin, watching as her clit peeked out from her dripping folds. Lotus, apparently deciding that Zecora had earned some attention of her own, reached a hoof back and rubbed the zebra’s cunny.
As Roseluck watched, Zecora slowly curled her back legs beneath herself. Properly braced, Zecora tightened her grip on Lotus’s waist before suddenly flipping the mare onto her back. Lotus landed on the bed with an oomph sound, her head hanging just off the side. She seemed to have thrown for a loop, but was unhurt, going off her continued moans of pleasure. Zecora meanwhile hardly missed a beat, her lips never leaving the masseuse’s pussy and her licks growing wilder by the moment.
“M-my ass t-too?” Lotus groaned, seemingly quite disoriented by the flip. “Dirty girl.”
Zecora met Roseluck’s gaze over Lotus’s prone form and shot the gardener a wink.
Zecora hadn’t necessarily planned on doing this back at Roseluck’s house. The whole reason she swallowed two slugs instead of just one was one of a precaution. Roseluck might not have been able to pass her own slug onto whatever Spa Twin she ended up paired with, or there might have been an intruder. However, given Lotus’s reluctance to have Zecora’s head anywhere but between her thighs, and the zebra decided to take advantage of the opportunity presented.
A tremor ran through Lotus’s body as something that was definitely not Zecora’s tongue pressed against her sensitive pucker. Warm and covered in slime too thick and slippery to be saliva. The slime was quickly spread over Lotus’s hole and the thing making it was soon pressing against said hole, trying to gain entrance. The whine and subsequent moan Lotus let out was music to Zecora’s ear. She was almost jealous as the warm, wiggling slug slipped inside the masseuse’s ass. The mollusk was big, comparable to buttplugs displayed on the wall of the room.
The second of Zecora’s tag-along slugs was hot on the heels for the first, pushing passed the zebra’s lips as she adjusted her head slightly. Her tongue darted forward to spear and spread Lotus’s folds. The second slug slid down Zecora’s tongue like a slide and wedged itself in Lotus’s pussy, squirming madly as it forced its way inside her. The warm slime soaked into Zecora’s tongue, making even the sensation of the slug wiggling down the oral muscle spine tinglingly pleasant. The slime was similarly spattered over and inside Lotus’s cunt and Zecora could only imagine how wonderful that felt. As if to give Zecora an idea, Lotus tried to speak. But, all that came from her throat were a bunch of incoherent groans and gurgles.
Lotus started trying to sit up, but a firm hoof on her chest kept her down. The second slug was nearly there, finding little purchase with which to push its widest part past the masseuse’s outer lips. Zecora gave it a firm shove with her tongue, making her eyes roll back in her head with the contact. The slug finally slipped inside, its back tail giving an almost adorable wiggle before vanishing.
Only a few heartbeats later, Lotus came with a sharp cry, her body clamping down on the intruders and drawing them deeper. They’re suddenly more frantic wiggles only serving to prolong her orgasm, making her convulse and thrust her hips into the air. She didn’t fall off the bed, the hoof on her front along with another on her thigh holding her steady.
Her orgasm petered out and Lotus was left a panting, sweaty mess, head hanging rather limply over the side of the bed. Zecora clenched and groaned as a comparatively subdued orgasm rolled through her body, a reward for a job well done.
For a time, no one spoke, the room quiet save for the labored breathing of four mares. Finally, one of them found their voice.
“What in the name of Celestia’s royal mare cock was that?” Lotus griped.
