Cream Heart gently set another warmed blanket across the fidgeting Fluttershy's shoulders. It wasn't that Fluttershy needed it, the odd thing was that she was, of all the ponies, the one actually doing the best at least on a sight level. No, it was because of the pony Fluttershy was hugging at that moment needed it, but Fluttershy's all encompassing hug made it that much harder to actually access the pony. It was odd, Cream didn't recognize the mare, but then again, there were a lot of mares she didn't recognize. She'd just have to introduce herself when she was able.

Looking around the room, she found herself feeling uncharacteristically antsy about the situation. So many ponies were in need of help, and true, some extra ponies were doing their best to help her help them, but there were far to few ponies to help and far too many needing help.

It was a desperate scenario, and not one she felt entirely capable to handle. Suddenly she was broken from her thoughts when she heard a light tapping at the window. Looking over, she saw yet another creature in need of help. A little birdie, a type she didn't recognize, sat perched on the window sill, tapping sadly in the rain. The bleeding heart she was, Cream rushed over and cracked open the window.

Button had said something about bad ponies and other creatures and not to let anyone she didn't know inside the house, but this wasn't anything she could work herself into scrutinizing. It was a little bird, the most harm it would do would necessitate a wet washcloth and a few minutes scrubbing away, that or maybe breaking out the carpet cleaner. Either way, it was a small bird and not something she could bring herself to find suspicion in.

The poor little thing hopped inside, fluffed out its feathers comically, and shook a tad, a few droplets of water flicking off of its meager frame. It sat there, just on the other side of the window preening itself. One more guest satisfied. Cream shut the window, not caring for the draft or any bits of rain that might fly in through, and set back to working on helping the other ponies.

"Alright, the next batch of warm towels should be ready by now... maybe I could start running a bath for some of these ponies..." She muttered to herself as she rushed into the bathroom, opening the latch on the small cupboard that warmed her towels. True it only could do two or three, and only if she used the slightly cheaper towels, but two or three every few minutes was pretty good. Rushing back into her bedroom, she consoled the ponies once more, rubbing their backs while replacing their cold towels with a new warm one. She was running this comforting operation at as high efficiency as she could manage.

Rushing back to the bathroom, she quickly folded the cold towels and placed them in the warming cupboard before moving back to check on the dryer where several blankets tumbled. Hopefully they'd be marginally warm enough to be passed out by now, otherwise there'd be a definite shortage. She stopped, looking at herself in the mirror and sighed. She was a frazzled mess. Her mane was in disarray and she looked like she'd ran a marathon; and she had thought today might've been a good day to relax!

Rushing back inside the room, avoiding the variety of ponies around her, she smiled, hearing the bird chirping away a pleasant tune. It wasn't a tune she had heard a bird chirp before, cementing her unfamiliarity with it. Perhaps it was one of Fluttershy's chorister birds? Cream had never payed much attention to the particular birds in Fluttershy's choir, more often than not just happy to listen to them sing their beautiful songs. This certainly qualified as one.

Exiting the bedroom, she moved into the small washing space, and opening the drier, she sighed in relief, the blankets were warm to the touch. As she pulled them out and set them on top of the machine, something hit her. An idea that hadn't struck her before for some reason. Maybe it was something in the rhythm of the drier, or the sweet song of the bird, but it seemed so reasonable now. So... obvious.

She reentered her room and quickly passed out the blankets, silently ushering the ponies that needed comforting to one side of the room while feeding a few choice whispers to her helpers. It was such a good idea. She thought to ask Button if he and Brass might want to help, but standing in the doorway of her room that let out to the hall that led to the living room, she could hear voices talking rather fervently. She didn't feel like interrupting, so she just closed her door, moving back inside her room. Her body was filled with an electric tingle of anticipation. She felt alive! She could help these ponies!

"Alright, everypony, I have an idea of something that might cheer you up!" She looked to Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack, her helpers. It was disappointing that Fluttershy had to continue hugging the mare Cream didn't recognize, but it didn't really matter. She had snuck some whispers to each of the three around her to help them understand what she was thinking, but only starting out the plan would truly help them understand what she was thinking.

She started slowly, swaying her hips, catching the eyes of everypony in the room. It felt so good! Her hands glided on their own, leaving electric tingles of pleasure as they trailed up her waist, barely lifting her shirt as they trailed up to her heavy breasts, giving each mound a quick circle and then squeeze. Slowly swaying and gyrating her hips, her breaths became more heated - weighed down with the pleasure she was feeling at helping these ponies. Flicking her hair, she looked at the other ponies and saw Applejack, who was currently doing what looked like a slow motion bucking-bronco - except she was grinding one hand against her jeans. Pinkie and Rainbow, meanwhile, were giving each other slow kisses, parting with loud pops each time as she bobbed their heads back and forth, breaking and joining the kisses repeatedly - occasional flicks of the tongue seen between their lips sending shocks through the system.

Cream redoubled her efforts, not to be outdone by a younger mare like she had once before. She squeezed her breasts together, giving a breathy moan, before sliding one down her stomach, slipping it through past her jeans and panties. Removing her hand, she looked it over, looking at the erotic glistening of her fingers in the room's light. The beating of her heart in her ears gave her a rhythm to follow, and a vague musical quality somewhere in the room gave her direction to follow. She lapped at her finger, gyrating her hips as she moaned in unexaggerated pleasure with each lick.

She could see him in her mind's eye, her once husband, sitting with the other ponies, his eyes tracing every inch of her body. She shuddered under his power, giving a winning moan. She could almost hear his voice giving an order, giving her direction. Making her submit.

"This is a strip tease, right? So get to the stripping." Another shudder of pleasure rushed through her. AN ORDER. How long had see waited for one? She had had to be the one giving them as the mother in the family, but it wasn't as if she wouldn't have preferred to have received them. Slowly the mental image shifted, her true perversions taking hold as she ran her hands down to her belly, teasing the hem of her shirt. The stallion shifted, no longer her old husband, the handsome rogue, but instead now her son. Her sweet Button! Oh how she had lusted to hear him order her like she heard him order Brass! She could only hope that the mare was a sufficient gateway drug into ordering mares and that she was next on the ordering queue.

"Strip, Mom - or should I say, slut." The Button in her mind said in a tone he had reserved for Brass. It wasn't unkind, but it was so ENTICING. So sexy, so authoritative, so domineering. She LOVED it!

Cream couldn't hold her herself back any longer, and threw off her shirt with little teasing, showing off her red bra. She had been ordered, she would obey. She bit her lower lip, gripping her jeans, unbuttoning it with a kinky pop. Then she slowly unzipped it, giving a view of her red panties. She moaned heavily and deeply. Feeling the absolute depravity of what she was doing, and loving it. She looped her fingers into the unused belt loops and slowly shimmied them down, turning around to present her ass as she did. Bending lower and lower, she slowly worked her jeans down until they slid off the curve of her ass. With another moan, lighter than before, she stepped away from her jeans before turning back around, gyrating her hips while rubbing her breasts through her bra.

She smiled at the figment of her imagination, loving how it looked over every inch of her. She pressed her boobies together, giving another slutty moan as she did. Her hands slid lower of her bra, trailing across her sides as she continued to moved her hips like she rode an invisible cock - her son's cock. She moaned, looping her thumbs around the waist band of her panties, inching them a tad bit down, showing nothing but the pathway further down.

The front of her panties had a well defined wet spot on them, one she was well aware of, even as she slowly pulled her panties lower and lower, relishing in her side of the experience. She had received very few strip teases in her time. Her husband had ordered her to get one when she had had her twenty-fifth birthday. It was so embarrassing, but beyond that, so hot. One of the perks of being a mare afforded her was that when she entered a strip club and ordered a strip tease, the other mare went the full way like her husband had wanted for her for only a few bits more than the usual. The electric pleasure that pulsed through her and the exhilaration of watching the mare going at it was wonderful, but Cream had to admit, the wave after wave of intense arousal that coursed through her body like a second blood as she gave a strip tease was better in unaccountable ways. She loved it!

Pulling her panties away, she threw the soaked garment at where her son's image was, and though it flew through the image, she could see him looking at it, giving it a testing sniff. He'd stuff it away in his pocket and Cream would be one pair of panties short for as long as he wanted. She moaned at the thought.

She turned around, bending to show off her ass as she adjusted the straps on her bra, setting her tits free. She held an arm across her girls, swinging the bra around like a perverted sling as she slowly turned to face her watchers. She set it free, letting a cup hit Rarity and the young stallion beside her. A Stallion. She had almost forgotten - well she had forgotten - that this wasn't just with girls alone. She felt something touch her shoulder, and then a thin string of music wrapped its way through her ear before it encircled her mind. A STALLION! Her hips bucked outwards at the thought, as if drawn to him by some instinctual need. She was a mare, and he was a stallion - if she could solve one plus one, she could solve this problem.

Sashaying her hips as she walked over towards the young stallion, she gripped his chin in her forefinger and thumbs, raising it to look at her. She then leaned forward and bent over and planted a wet kiss on his mouth. Pulling away with a pop she smirked at him, sashaying her way across the room. Passing by Pinkie and Rainbow who were scissoring enthusiastically and Applejack who was slowly crawling towards Rarity with a hungry look, Cream planted her hands against the wall and bent over, moving her ass sensually towards the stallion with a look of pure desire across her features.

The stallion crawled up slowly, having gotten naked at some point. Reaching the mare, still on all fours, he nuzzled into sopping wet pussy, sending electric thrills through Cream. She'd have these ponies comforted one way or another - even if she had to ride and be ridden a dozen times throughout the night!

Author's Note

Nearly forgot to press the publish button!