The concept of poker had been adequately explained to Party Panic by the time the door front door opened and the only absent member of their household entered, laden with plastic shopping bags. Hefting them inside and closing the door behind her, Chestnut Chopper set the bags down on the mat, looking up as another mare came through to help.
"Did you get everything?" Wind Brain asked, peeking inside the bags at the contents as she picked a couple up and brought them into the living room.
"Everything on the list," Chestnut replied, hoisting the other bags up with little difficulty into the room. "The very extensive list." She glanced at the yellow and pink mare as she spoke, who was still thumbing the cards uncertainly.
"Was it enough?" the striped mare asked, tilting her head. Chestnut looked pointedly at the number of bags, some of which Wind Brain was rummaging through to find anything particularly tasty. Within them lay a wide variety of crisps and sodas, at least one item of food and drink for everypony present.
"We'll make do," she replied. "You understand poker yet?"
"I think so," Party answered, peering at the cards in her hand again. "I just need to make sets, right? And score higher than anypony else?"
"More or less," Chestnut accepted, turning her attention to the final member of the group she hadn't spoken to yet. "You get the goods, Tulip?"
"Yep!" the orange unicorn chirped cheerfully. "There was a slow day at the shop, and G gave me a super-special deal on the potions!"
"Just make sure to keep them separate," Chestnut warned. "The last thing we need is to mix them up and wake up in all sorts of shapes and sizes."
"That sounds super interesting!" Tulip cooed. "We could play roulette with them! Imagine gulping one down and not knowing what the result's going to be!"
"I'd rather not dive blindly into body modification," Wind spoke up, her tone a little stiff. She shook her head in short jerks to the left and right.
"But half the fun is the surprise."
"Not for me."
"Well, okay," the unicorn relented. "Lucky for you they're all labeled, so we'll all know what we're getting when we decide to use them." The others accepted that silently, settling round the table and getting comfortable. The snacks and the drinks were laid out and the bags tossed aside, and Wind collected the cards together to shuffle them. She was the best with numbers and order, so nopony complained when she nominated herself dealer. Chestnut cracked open a can of beer for herself as her hand was laid before her, face down, and the others received their cards too.
"Who goes first?" Party asked, looking at her cards uncertainly.
"The dealer," Wind answered, shuffling herself more upright and smoothing out her cards, face down, on the table. "Everyone ready? Then I'll start..."
Even though the rules had been thoroughly explained, it was clear that there was more to playing the game than understanding it. A little over twenty minutes later, Chestnut and Tulip were down to their underwear, and Wind Brain had agreed to remove her dress on the condition that it counted as several of her turns, keeping an arm over her breasts to bar them from view; the strap of a bra would just irritate her wings. Party was still fully dressed, frowning at her cards.
"Wait, so...so an Ace is a low card-"
"Nope, Ace is high," Tulip cut in, smiling and swaying side-to-side, her hands on her knees. "The numbers go up in order, then it's Jack, Queen, King, Ace."
"Okay...but I thought I had a good hand?"
"You did, but everypony else had one better; Chestnut had two Aces, I had a flush, and Wind had a full house."
"...those words mean things, right?"
Chestnut sighed and finished off her beer, the third can since the game had started. She'd been expecting a slightly more balanced game, if only because chance implied that it'd be fairly balanced. Even a newbie shouldn't lose every hand, consistently.
"Whose turn is it to strip?" Wind asked, looking between Chestnut and Tulip. The earth pony rolled her eyes and moved her hands behind her back, reaching for the clasps of her bra, when something slumped onto the floor next to her. Glancing down, the party saw another bra, and they looked to see a completely topless Tulip, smiling brightly.
"I got it, don't worry," she assured the others, stretching and slipping an arm around Party as she spoke. The striped mare frowned, looking between the other three participants.
"How come I haven't had to strip yet?" the fully clothed mare asked, looking between the other participants.
"It's your first game," Wind answered, shuffling in place. She wasn't entirely comfortable showing off her body, in spite of how close she was to the other mares. Of course, that was what the game night was about, in part; becoming more comfortable around one another in a more intimate way, given their plans for the future.
"But isn't stripping part of the game?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"But what?"
"But you're shy," Tulip cut in , her tone upbeat as she explained their reasoning to the striped mare. "It's not fair to make you get naked immediately on your first game. Besides, it'd be boring if it was just one of us stripping!"
"It's not fun if I'm the only one not stripping," Party protested with a pout. "I don't need to be babysat. Isn't the point of this game to spend time together? To become more of a family?" Her words were followed by silence as the others digested what she'd said. Coming to a decision, she shimmed out of her party dress, tossing it aside. A blush began to form on her cheeks, the red peeking through the yellow of her fur, as she exposed herself to her friends. She had foregone a bra that day, and her cute b-cup breasts were on full display for the viewing pleasure of her friends. Tulip beamed upon seeing them, her eyes fixated on the petite areola of each swell. "There. N-now I'm actually playing the game, as a participant."
"Well, not exactly," Wind pointed out, awkwardly. The yellow and pink mare turned to her with a uncomprehending expression, forcing the blue pegasus to continue her explanation. "You're, um, a bit short. We've been stripping for you each hand, and we've all taken off multiple layers of clothes. If you wanted to play by the rules, you'd be naked by now."
"Oh." The realisation hit Party, and her face flared red. "Um, y-yeah, that makes sense." She twiddled her thumbs, slowly moving her hands downward.
"You don't need to do it if you feel uncomfortable," Wind assured, taking note of Party's apprehension. "We've already done the stripping, you can leave it at that."
"No, I need to do this," Party replied, shaking her head. "I want to be a part of this, and I can't be a part of this if I'm not partaking." Even as she said that, she paused on her way down to her panties, her face glowing from her embarrassment.
"Let's do it together," Tulip suggested, her vibrant tone full of soft support. She beamed at her marefriend, leaning back and slipping her thumbs behind the waistband of her panties. In a swift, easy tug, she slid the underwear off her hips and pulling it down her thighs, before kicking the discarded fabric up into the air and catching it. "Ta-dah! See? It's easy." She scooted closer to Party, nuzzling her softly. "You can do it."
"We're not going to judge," Wind added, smiling supportively. "We've seen other mares naked, and you're our friend. We're not going to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable."
"You've gotta know by now that you can trust us," Chestnut cut in, smiling a friendly, confident smile. "We're all one big family here, and that includes you. So put those fears aside and don't worry so much."
The words from her friends comforted the nervous mare, and she smiled in response as she looked back down and worked her underwear down her slender legs. She trembled very slightly from the residual timidness, but her confidence had been roused, and she didn't stop until her panties were kicked aside too, her friends cheering as she shed the last of her covering.
"Yay!" Tulip cheered, hugging her lover close. "Well done! Now you're pretty and naked, which is like double the sexy!" Those words made Party blush, but she smiled and nuzzled the orange mare, murmuring an appreciative thanks. The awkwardness from being naked in front of her close friends was rapidly fading, the irrational but expected dread dissipating as she snuggled up to her lover.
Wind smiled at the sweet display, not noticing her own girlfriend approaching her until Chestnut planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Pulled from her little bout of voyeurism, she turned to face the earth pony, coyly cautious about the suspiciously-timed affection.
"You know, it seems a bit unfair that they're both naked, but we're not," the chubbier mare commented, her smile laced with deviousness. She didn't receive a verbal response, and persisted. "I'm just saying that maybe we should practice what we preach. She'll feel more comfortable if we're willing to strip too."
"You know full well you just want to see me undress," Wind rebutted. Chestnut just shrugged, trailing a finger up the blue mare's thigh.
"Is that such a bad thing?" she asked, lidding her eyes. Wind felt a light shiver run through her at the focused, intense glance. It never failed to delight her, the way the voluptuous mare looked at her, so calmly and softly, yet with an undisguised appetite.
"I was just making an observation," the pegasus replied, feeling her cheeks heat up. The earth pony continued to gaze, her wandering fingers spreading to allow her hands to sweep over the blue coat of the pegasus, whose wings ruffled just a little as the other mare teased her. "O-okay, I'll do it. You don't need to tease me like that."
"Maybe I just want to." The earth pony mare's smirk widened as Wind's flush deepened, the red a beautiful compliment to her coat's natural hue. Reaching down without flair, she slid her own panties down her legs, Chestnut's eyes tracking her like a hunting dog as she did. Dumping her panties to the side, she looked back to her partner. "Happy?"
"Woo! Naked party!" Tulip cheered, startling Wind and reminding the blushing pegasus that there were others in the room. She'd been too caught up with Chestnut's advances to remember to check back in with the other two of her housemates. Both the orange unicorn and the striped mare had gone from their sweet affection to curiously looking at the undressing of the pegasus, and now she realised that all eyes were on her. Instinctively, she pulled her arms up to her chest and squeezed her legs shut, but Chestnut rested a hand on her shoulder. When Wind looked to her, she saw the plump mare removing her own underwear, slinging the panties aside carelessly, and understood the unspoken reminder. Breathing in, she sat up straighter, allowing the others to look more freely upon her.
"Does this mean we're not playing strip poker any more?" Party asked, sounding a little distracted by the sight of her friends. Her eyes wandered over the curves of Chestnut's waist and hips, and the slender legs and negligible rise of Wind's bosom, the prominence of her nipples highlighting her subtle assets.
"How about the next game?" Tulip suggested, puffing out her chest absentmindedly, her much more affluent bust catching the striped mare's attention again. "Spin the bottle is fun."
"I expected everypony to be a little more drunk for this," Chestnut admitted, reaching for another beer can.
"I think we all expected this to go a little differently," Wind observed. "Can we go over the rules one more time?"
"Somepony spins the bottle, and has to do something to the pony it lands on," Tulip answered, swigging down her juice and laying the bottle down on the table. "The pony the bottle landed on is next to spin, and so on. We start off tame and get wilder and wilder; first time, a kiss on the hand, the second time, a kiss on the cheek, third time, lips, and so on." She looked around at the others, her excited smile softening as she turned to her girlfriend. "It's all in good fun, and anypony can opt out at any point." Taking Party's hand in her own, she gave it a soft squeeze, receiving a grateful smile for her efforts.
"Sounds good to me," Chestnut noted, sipping her beer. "Wind? You okay with that?" The blue mare nodded firmly, a single up and down motion that cemented her place in the game. She locked eyes with her partner, the two silently affirming their boundaries. All four mares were ready to play, and, winding her wrist around to gather momentum, Tulip twirled the bottle, leaving it to spin on the table. Four sets of eyes watched on, tracking the blur until its rotations slowed, returning to its normal shape, gradually faltering with each full rotation. The neck of the bottle passed all of them again, and again, and again, almost seeming to tease them as it crawled to a halt, pointing at the night's first recipient of Tulip's tender attention.
The striped mare smiled lightly when the bottle came to rest pointing to her. This was okay. It wasn't anything new - she'd kissed Tulip plenty of times, and the only difference now was that she was in front of friends. Still, they were friends, and very open minded friends, something that their combined state of undress only highlighted. Turning to her lover, she leaned in, the orange mare's hand reaching for her own.
It was a simple kiss, a brush of lips against the back of Party's hand, but everything that surrounded it was so much more. The unicorn raised the hand to her muzzle, locking eyes with her lover as she did, and daintily pressed her lips to the striped mare's knuckles, staying uncharacteristically gentle and delivering a soft, delicate gesture of affection to her yellow and pink marefriend. For the briefest of moments, Party felt like nobility, afforded great respect and admiration, and a warm glow buzzed through her, but as Tulip sat back, the reality of their nakedness dawned on her, and she stifled a giggle. Tulip must've noticed, because she began to giggle too, and soon they were giggling together, leaning in to press themselves against one another, rubbing muzzles.
"Now that's cute," the earth pony mare commented, a half-smile crossing her muzzle at the display. "That would be nice to have every now and then."
"Excuse you," the pegasus shot back. "I'm never one to short-change you with romance. Besides, every time I try to be cute, you don't notice or you try to shove your tongue down my throat."
"Not every time."
Wind stared pointedly at her lover, and the earth pony snorted in amusement. "Yeah, okay," the latter admitted after several seconds. "I can be pretty intense. But don't pretend you don't love it."
"I never said-"
Wind's protest was silenced as Chestnut locked eyes with her, communicating something decadent and perverted without any words. The pegasus' reply teetered off into a soft mumble, her cheeks flushing as Chestnut's focused stare grew more intense. When Wind was fully silent, Chestnut leaned in and smirked.
"You two wanna spin the bottle?" Chestnut asked out loud, not removing her flaming gaze from her lover. On the couch, the other two ponies reacted to the question with a slight jolt, pulled back into the wider world rather suddenly. Both mares were flushed, and couldn't help but giggle as their situation became apparent to them. Pitching one last peck on Party's forehead, Tulip pulled back and allowed the striped mare to take her turn. Breathing in, the yellow and pink mare grabbed the bottle and gave it a firm spin. Everyone's eyes followed its progress, watching as the nozzle passed the players over and over, each rotation slowing its momentum, until, at last, it crawled to a halt, nearly but not quite passing over its selection.
Chestnut.
"Oooh," Tulip chimed in, beaming and looking between the blushing Party Panic and the stoic earth pony. "First switch of the day!" She clapped her hands together in excitement.
Like she had before, Party relaxed, supported by the eagerness of the enthusiastic unicorn and the general mood that her friends were providing her. Letting out the breath she'd been holding in, she looked over at Chestnut, who put down her beer and got up from the floor, stepping around the table to the couch. Party swallowed as the curvier mare sat down next to her, Tulip shuffling over to give them both room.
"S-so," Party began. "Uh, I guess we just kiss, on the cheek? Or are we meant to do more?"
"We do whatever your comfortable with," Chestnut replied. "If you just want to kiss, we just kiss. If you want to do more, we do more. And most importantly, if you don't want to do anything, we don't do anything." She offered a small smile to the timid mare. "Lets stick to the kiss on the cheek for now. We can do more later, if you want it."
"Well..." Party turned back to Tulip. "Are you okay with this? I don't want to make it weird between us."
"Weird?" Tulip asked incredulously. "We're sitting naked, playing sexy games with our friends, and we're gonna do a lot more in front in front of them before the night is over. Besides, I really wanna see what it looks like to kiss you, and there's nopony I trust more to take care of you than these two mares." She gestured to Wind and Chestnut. "So yes, I am absolutely, totally, 100% okay with this."
"Oh, right," Party answered, both surprised and reassured by the response. "Chestnut, I'd like to kiss your cheek. Do you mind if I do that?"
Chestnut grinned at the swell of confidence exhibited by the other mare, taking Party's soft hands in her own. "I see why you like her so much," the earth pony commented, earning a blush from her soon-to-be fling. "She's so cute."
"She is," Tulip agreed emphatically, rocking back and forth in excited anticipation. "And if you need any assurance, yes, you can absolutely make out with her tonight. You have my permission to do whatever you want to her, if she wants it."
"Thanks," Chestnut answered, leaning towards the blushing striped mare. "Go ahead." She turned her head to the side, exposing her cheek to the timid mare. Party Panic wasn't a very assertive mare, and that was true for her professional life and her romantic pursuits, and so when Chestnut have her permission and direction, the striped mare readily and obediently fell in line. She leaned in, leaving an almost chaste kiss on the brown mare's soft face, and, fearing it was insufficient, leaned back into and pressed her lips more firmly against her target.
"Two?" Chestnut commented, smirking. "Somepony likes me, huh?" The mischievous comment caused Party's face to flush bright red, and she stammered out an excuse before squeaking and averting her eyes.
"I want a go!" Tulip cut in. "I want two cheek kisses, and I don't care which pair of cheeks." She wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.
"Wait your turn," Chestnut teased, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement.
"If I have to," the unicorn answered back with a pout, wrapping an arm around her embarrassed girlfriend. "Don't keep me waiting long."
Chestnut winked before turning her attention to the bottle, grabbing hold of it, and flicking her wrist, sending it twirling. Everypony watched, enraptured, as the glass rotated a few times before halting swiftly. The nozzle pointed to Tulip, the orange unicorn puffing out her chest happily and letting out an excited squee. Chestnut, for her part, snorted at the coincidence.
"Lucky for you, you don't have to wait too long after all," the earth pony joked, sitting back on the couch just in time for the unicorn to scramble onto her lap, straddling the chubby brown mare and laying her arms across Chestnut's shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere, you don't have to act like I'm the last item on a shelf."
"I'm just really eager," Tulip answered, bouncing a little in place. Chestnut was very conscious of the warm weight on her lap, and the bounce the movement gave to the ample breasts of her friend.
"Yeah, no kidding." The brown mare moved her hand to Tulip's side, running her palm up and down the steep curve of the exuberant mare's waistline. The unicorn boasted a gorgeously feminine curve, with hips that were wide enough to draw eyes but not so wide as to draw sneers, and which worked in conjunction with her skinny torso to produce a delightfully proportioned midriff. As she observed the other mare's form, Chestnut's mind wandered in passing to her own figure; broader than most, her hips stretched out jeans and drew attention wherever she went, and her thick thighs were far too built up from fat and muscle to leave her any chance for a thigh gap. Even her waistline, while curvaceous, was less aesthetically feminine than Tulip's. She dismissed the fleeting notion swiftly, reminding herself that she was happy with how she was. She was more of a tomboy than any of the mares in this room, and it was fine if her body reflected that.
"Chestnut?" the orange mare asked, tilting her head. "Are you okay there?"
"Yeah, yeah," the earth pony murmured, sliding her other hand up her partner's thigh. "Just admiring the goods." A coy giggle met her ears, and the unicorn leaned in, booping her nose against the brown mare's own.
"Admire away," she answered, her voice twinged with yearning. "But please can we kiss? I really really want to kiss you. Please please please please?" She began smooching, her pecks making contact with Chestnut's cheeks and chin, her muzzle, her forehead, each movement darting and enthused with a persistent urgency. Her movements were stopped as a hand snaked around her neck to the back of her head, guiding her towards Chestnut's lips.
The two mares met in a soft, willing collision, the earth pony picking up the pace while Tulip relaxed, sinking against the other mare. They matched their movements, tilting and turning their heads in short twists to align themselves as they locked and unlocked lips, tongues probing and tickling in playful jabs and lustful licks, drawing over one lip and then the other, the contact brief and spontaneous. Their momentum found an equilibrium, Tulip's enthusiasm making way for Chestnut's more deliberate style, who picked up her pace to ensnare the unicorn in a hungry exchange of passion. The orange mare undulated her loins against her partner, unable to prevent herself from moving against the delightfully soft plushness of Chestnut's thighs. In response, the earth pony let her hand glide over Tulip's back, over her side, and up to the girl's c-cups, grasping one without warning and earning a little whimper for her effort.
Provoked by the small noise, Chestnut pulled the unicorn closer, pushing her tongue into her partner's mouth and pinning Tulip's own, before releasing it and repeating the process. She moved directly and unwaveringly, applying just enough pressure to overpower Tulip's attempts to take control, and then teasing the tip across the girl's cheeks and gums, playing with the position she was in. Her fingers squeezed into Tulip's titflesh, pressing down until the sponginess became firm, and then releasing, kneading with the perfect amount of pressure and force. The unicorn's nipple hardened against her palm, pressing distractingly against her skin, so the earth pony trailed her fingers down to pinch at it, pulling a shudder from its owner. Chestnut's thighs began to grow wet, the mare atop her neither able nor trying to hide her excitement, her body not so much betraying her desire, but proclaiming it proudly for the tomboy to feel.
Biting softly at Tulip's lip, Chestnut pulled back, nipping a couple more times at her own desire's request, and looked her panting partner in the eye. They pressed their lips together in a softer union, smooching sweetly and cutely, basking in the hot glow of satisfaction and smoldering desire, their restraint still able to hold back their more basic urges. The orange mare swayed her upper body, grinding her torso against Chestnut's cushiony midriff and dragging her bust over the earth pony's momentous mounds. Working by feel, Tulip brushed their nipples together, the friction of their firm buds adding another layer of sensuality to their experience.
"That was as good as it looked," the unicorn announced, her voice as perky as ever, but huskier than usual. "It looked good, right?"
"It did," Party commented, her expression one of curious awe and her legs suspiciously clamped shut.
"I think we should move on," Chestnut suggested, hand still resting on Tulip's bust.
"Gonna get too excited if we don't?" the other mare teased, winking. The earth pony looked back intently, her fingers tightening just a little on her boob.
"Yes."
The two of them locked gazes, and Tulip's mind began ticking over, calculating whether she could care enough to stop it from happening.
"Ahem," Wind's voice interrupted, sounding moderately put out. The pegasus' face was expectant, looking on with an unspoken demand, her wings ruffling as though agitated.
"I guess you're right," the unicorn relented, darting forward to peck one last time on the chubbier girl's lips before dismounting from the comfortable lap of her partner, leaving a damp patch on the fur where she'd sat. Reaching for the bottle, she gave it a spin, leaving it rotating for a good twenty seconds before it slid to a crawling halt facing Party Panic.
"Again?" the striped mare asked, glancing up at the rest of the room. "Does that count?"
"According to the rules," Wind commented, her tone flat and a flash of envy in her eyes.
"We'll make it quick," Tulip promised, turning to her girlfriend. "So everypony else can play too. How about...oh, I know! Chestnut did a wonderful thing to my puppies, so maybe you could try playing with them too?" She cupped her bust, jiggling them for her lover. The other mare's eyes snapped to the round delights, her shyness forgotten as the suggestion was put out there. "Let's give them a show?"
Party's fingers traced lightly over the round bosoms, one after another, trailing feather-light over the curves and down to the bumps of the unicorn's nipples, where fur gave way to flesh. Taking them in her hands, she leaned in closer, delicately slipping her lips around one and suckling softly, massaging the other with tepid squeezes and gentle strokes. Her tongue swirled and flicked at the bud in her mouth, picking up from a tender tease to a determined lapping.
The orange mare turned herself and her partner for the other two to have a better view, reclining on the couch to expose herself and the mare she was nursing. Snaking a head around, she copped a feel of Party's cute b-cups, cheekily flicking at the striped mare's own rapidly-hardening nipples. The stimulation fueled Party, and her suckling became more fervent, her tongue lashing more powerful, and her groping more brazen and firm. Unable to satiate her desire any more, she switched her hand and mouth, attaching herself to Tulip's other titty and rolling the saliva-slathered nipple between her fingers. The unicorn let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes to revel in the pleasantly wet pressure and the heart-flutteringly naughty thrill of being watched by two other cute mares.
The 'pop' of Party pulling away reached Tulip's ears, and before she could react, the striped mare's mouth was assaulting her own, imploringly mashing lips together. The unicorn replied in kind, holding her lover and letting their tongues meet, dancing and fencing against one another. They pulled back a minute later, rubbing noses together cutely, and took several long seconds to break from that comfortable space. Party spun the bottle, still holding onto Tulip as it made its rounds, and glanced back at it to check where it had stopped.
"Me again?" she asked, glancing to the others. "What happens now?"
"You could always put on a show for us by yourself," Tulip suggested, squeezing her arm and wiggling her eyebrows. The other mare's face heated up, and she cowered a little.
"We spin again," Wind insisted, not entirely impartially. The yellow and pink mare nodded and hastily spun the bottle, frowning as it landed on her again. Tulip grinned knowingly, the sight prompting Party to spin the bottle with as much force as she could muster without sending it hurtling. Her heart beat furiously, the room raptly fixated on the wobbling blur that would decide who would be the next participant of their sensual game.
Party let out the breath she'd been holding when it came to a halt pointing at Wind.
The blue mare's eyes lit up, but she quickly returned to her calm facade, smiling at Party as she stood up and made her way past the other two mares to reach her quarry. When she reached the couch, she sat down facing Party, tenderly stroking a hand over the striped mare's knee.
"I was thinking we should start simple," the pegasus suggested, walking her fingers in an exaggerated fashion up the other girl's leg. "And then move on to something more...adventurous." She smiled, her fingers halting their journey at the joint of Party's leg. The striped mare didn't consider the words for long, nodding her approval and shuffling in place, lidding her eyes at the pegasus. The two of them moved slowly, leaning closer together inch by inch, until they could feel the slow, hot breaths of one another across their muzzle.
Taking the plunge, Wind made contact first, closing the remaining gap and dotting the striped mare's lips with a graceful kiss, a light brush of flesh against flesh. Party reciprocated, leaning in and holding each minute movement that little longer, the subtle shifts resonating through them in minuscule throbs and tremors, which coalesced into a warm glow, spreading out and filling the two of them from head to toe, until it practically radiated from them. They tentatively touched tongues, cautiously edging forwards to make tepid advances against one another; a slow, careful brush here, and an asking glide there. Warming to the contact, they allowed themselves to fall deeper into the connection, intertwining and slipping past lips to indulge in a closer and more intimate embrace.
Their hands didn't stray far at first, rubbing soft circles with thumbs and stroking up and down with their palms, roaming a few inches over thighs, but as their mouths grew more intimate and daring, so did the rest of them. Fingertips traced up waists, knuckles drew their way down stomachs, palms slid over ribcages and towards the modest breasts of each participant. Fingers closed around teats, palms pressed against boobflesh and indulged tactile curiosity. Every movement coaxed a response - when one of them traced the shape of the other's waist, the other would knead at their thigh, creeping ever closer to the gully of their anticipation.
Wind was the first to make contact, her index finger slipping between Party's thighs and brushing against the other mare's engorged lips. The first touch was all that was needed for the striped mare to spread her legs and push herself closer to the gentle graze of her partner, her hips raising to seek more of the soft contact. Wind was happy to oblige, swiping two fingers up the slick valley that was now being bared so brazenly to her. Party shivered softly and silently against Wind's embrace, allowing the pegasus to continue touching and stroking, the hand pressing more closely against her mound and putting more firmness into the insistent motion.
In a rare display of initiative, Party lowered her hands to Wind's knees and spread the pegasus' legs, granting herself access to the mare's own untouched delta. In careful strokes, she traced her way around the blue girl's excitement-drenched lips, guiding herself by touch and adjusting to the slight shifts of Wind's hips as she responded to the contact, canting left and right to try and earn more of that meagre bliss.
"That's time, guys!" Tulip called out, her tone chipper and rolling with none-too-subtle interest.
The interruption caused the two mares to break away with a soft groan, though their digits didn't desist their dance. Time, having stepped back to watch on once the two mares closed on one another, stepped back in, poking frustratingly at the pair and their incomplete play. Raising her fingers to her mouth, Wind made a show of licking them clean, lidding her eyes as she watched Party's expression. The other mare's cheeks, already deeply red, glowed a few shades brighter, and her gaze remained locked on the pegasus' tongue as it twirled and slithered, cleaning the tangy juices from her digits. A naughty thought pierced her though process, and, reaching down with her free hand, the blue mare grasped Party's wrist and raised the slickened appendages up to her muzzle, cleaning them too. Party had to watch on, biting her lip hard to suppress her roaring arousal, as her friend alternated between licking and suckling on both their fingers, leaving not even an inch uncleaned.
Finishing her display without a word, Wind let go of her friend and turned her attention towards the bottle, the decider in who she would play with next. Grasping it firmly, she set it spinning, her eyes snapping to each of the women in the room for split seconds before snapping back to the bottle, eager to see who she'd be experiencing next. Hopefully not Chestnut; she loved Chestnut with all her heart, but Chestnut was already her partner, and tonight was about new experiences. Ideally, she'd get to have fun with Tulip, then finish the night in the arms of her loving earth pony girlfriend. In spite of her lazer-focused anticipation, she felt herself smile, her heart slowing for a second at the thought of simply falling asleep with the mare she'd fallen in love with. The second was gone as the bottle slowed, pointing towards her next partner.
It was as if her thoughts had been heard by an authority on high, and the clap from Tulip confirmed that the unicorn was just as excited about the result as she was herself. Turning to the orange mare, Wind gave a coy smile and lidded her eyes, shamelessly looking the more shapely mare up and down, analysing her every curve and dip. Tulip had been naked for a while, but there was something more urgent, more immediate, about looking at somepony she was about to explore more thoroughly, and it drew her attention more surely than any deliberate attempt at seduction.
As eager as the pegasus was, however, it seemed she was still less so than the boisterous unicorn herself, who threw herself at the ogling pony and smashed their muzzle together painlessly. Party eeped and jumped out of the way as Wind was knocked onto her back, the unicorn atop her, their kiss already deep and unyielding. To her credit, the pegasus took it well, shaking off the initial shock of being approached so aggressively and sliding her hands to hold her partner's cheek and shoulder, steadying the exchange as Tulip hummed and moaned loudly, expressing her energetic approval.
Party sat next to Chestnut as their respective girlfriends amorously explored one another, carelessly exploring and testing the bounds of each other. It had its own flavour to it; Tulip was always energetic, and had to slow down to match Chestnut's firm, slow, indulgent pace, and Wind had been eager, but reserved, guiding when needed. This was the antithesis of those encounters; a powerful force met a resilient but submissive object, and it was more than a little exciting to watch. It was, in truth, downright hot.
"Can I have a beer please?" the striped mare asked, suddenly shy at asking for a drink after their time spent lewding in front of one another, of all things. Chestnut passed a can over wordlessly, finishing her own and fetching a can for herself. When she cracked it open, she took a sip, never having taken her eyes off the display in front of her. Party strained slightly against the ring, pulling for a few seconds before the give, the crack and the hiss, greeted her, and, holding the can awkwardly, she took a tepid sip, the taste washing strongly over her tongue.
On the couch, Wind managed to push Tulip back enough to huskily suggest they move on and do something more intimate. The unicorn nodded, and darted back in to snog the pegasus for several more seconds before pulling back and allowing the blue mare to sit upright. Once she was in a better position, Wind guided Tulip onto her back, kissing the orange mare on the way down, and then began her slow descent down the unicorn's front. Lips grazed over Tulip's front, her throat, her chest, pausing to suckle softly on her teets, and then down her soft belly, down to her pelvis, and then down even further.
The waiting unicorn's legs were already parted when Wind arrived in position, the unmistakable aroma of aroused mare wafted up to greet her. The pegasus wasn't one for grandiose displays - usually, she amended mentally, thinking back to the look on Party's face a few minutes ago - when she could just silently enjoy the benefits of an excited and well-tended partner. Inhaling softly, the heavy, heady scent permeated her nose, filling her with a greater need, a thirst and a hunger that could only be satiated by a mare. This mare. Like an olfactory hypnotist, Tulip had her hooked, simply from smelling so delicious, from being so tempting in the most carnal of ways, and the blue mare couldn't resist having her fill.
Wind's chin was the first thing to brush against Tulip's sodden vulva, the slow, wet friction of the underside of the pegasus' tongue following down from the unicorn's mons, and dragging slowly and - most infuriatingly - lightly over the sensitive bud atop her valley. Wind didn't pause at the staggered huff, or adjust her movement as Tulip raised her hips; the pegasus continued on her path, trailing her tongue tip through the orange pony's slit until she ran out of pussy to taste, at which point she started on her path back up, following the exact same route. The journey upwards was even more tantalising, the surface of her tongue running over every nerve and spot that could evoke a reaction, the resultant leak of femlube being swept up in the slow sweep and swallowed down noiselessly. At the apex of her rise, her touch lessened, her breath touching at Tulip's clit with more force than her tongue, which drew a sharper, more impatient whimper this time.
The pegasus was far from cruel. She, unlike the gorgeous girl she was currently servicing, and her own tomboy girlfriend, preferred subtlety and buildup, and only pouncing when her partner was ready. With Party, they'd both been raring to go, and the striped girl was hardly averse to the nuance of lovemaking. With Tulip, however, there was an aggression that needed to be tempered and overcome if she was to make an impact on the flamboyant unicorn. That was why, other than changing direction to travel the mare's labia, Wind kept to her up-down procedure, applying the perfect amount of pressure to ignite the climbing pleasure and the irresistible urge for more of it, which was never supplied. It was a simple technique, bland in its application, but it was good, and it was repetitive; the passage of her muscle frayed at the ever-more sensitive quim, and as the pleasure stagnated, the demand grew more and more intense. It grew and grew, until Tulip was nearly humping Wind's muzzle, trying desperately and futilely to receive something more, something bigger. She was needy, and she was demanding.
That's when the pegasus struck. This time, when she reached the unicorn's clit, she sealed her lips around the nub and suckled, letting her tongue flick in sharp, light strikes at it. Simultaneously, she extended two fingers and snaked them swiftly into the mare's quim, sliding past Tulip's dilated entrance with all the resistance of a water slide and pushing in until her knuckles rested against Tulip's mound and between her cheeks. Getting to work, the pegasus curled her fingers and stroked towards herself, rubbing Tulip's wall in smooth, calculated movements, zeroing in on her partner's g-spot with practiced precision. Tulip let out a squeal, her thighs clamping around Wind's head and her back arching as she adjusted to the sudden change in tempo, the directions she gave lost in yips and coos, and muffled by her constrictive leg-lock around the mare servicing her, but they weren't needed; it was clear from the effortless way Wind performed that she knew what she was doing.
When time was called, the unicorn entertained the idea of simply holding Wind in place, feeling the satisfying tingle of a distant climax in her core. She decided against it, fighting back a petulant huff, and allowed the pegasus to pull back, retracting those miraculous fingers and leaving her canal empty and wanting. Like a flash of lightning, Tulip sat upright and darted towards Wind as the pegasus stood up, ensnaring her in a kiss and shoving her tongue into the blue mare's mouth. The residue of her nethers lay on Wind's lips, the taste lingering on her tongue, and Tulip basked in it, wantonly making out with her friend to drink in the essence of their depravity and perversion. It took another half minute for them to fully break away, their appetite still growling for more.
"At this rate, we won't be playing for much longer," Chestnut noted. There wasn't any suggestion that this would be a bad thing, but nopony in the room could argue with her assessment.
"Are we still spinning the bottle then?" Party asked, fidgeting with her can. She drank slowly, but already she could feel the effect the drink was having. She felt more relaxed, less pressured, and she didn't feel like she was going to stutter or cower when the eyes of her friends turned to her. She felt a sort of pride at their gazes, and sat up a little straighter.
"Until we decide to stop, we're playing," Tulip declared, twirling the bottle with an eagerness that brokered no argument. It span for several short seconds before halting facing Party. "Get over here, I've got a pussy with your name on it!"
The crude comment normally would've made Party blush, and doubly so in front of her friends, but with the additional help of her drink, the words didn't register as lewd and embarrassing, but seductive, challenging, and important. The striped mare made her way over to her lover, walking with what she hoped was a graceful sashay to her unicorn girlfriend. From the look on Tulip's face, the shine in her eyes, and the laser-focus of her gaze, it looked like she was performing the role of the desirable seductress perfectly.
As soon as Party was in range, Tulip lunged forwards and wrapped her arms around the striped mare's torso, pulling her lover in and smooching fervently over the yellow and pink belly. Party's gasp became a coo, her hands sliding though Tulip's mane and down to the unicorn's shoulders. The orange mare's gentle grapple grew firmer, pulling her partner back atop her as she leaned back, persisting in her aggressive affection and slipping further down Party's coat, who could only stay steady on her hands and knees as the darting touch of lips dipped ever closer to the burning source of her arousal.
A slow swivel of her hips brought Party's mound in contact with Tulip's trespassing muzzle, dragging impatiently and needily over her partner's encroaching lips, which tracked the striped girl's slit and pressed against the abundant wetness there. A probing presence snaked its way around her lips, tracing and teasing them, before curling up and and delving into the soaked valley, swiping upwards firmly. A shiver ran through Party, the flawless flicks and patterns of the tongue at her gate weaving a trail of delight that left her rocking eagerly in place, wanting more of that irresistible pressure. Tulip seemed more than happy to provide, lapping with the same implacable energy of a thirsty pet, wiggling her face and muzzle deeper between Party's thighs until she was pressed against the drenched crotch presented to her. Even that wasn't enough, and she extended her tongue as far as it would reach, desperate to dive deep into the sweet, delectable pool of the whimpering mare's honeypot, the taste of arousal thick on her tongue and the scent filling her nose.
"Is this how the game's meant to go?" Wind asked, watching with open approval. Even with her knees drawn together, the state of her mind was obvious; her fur was darkened around her inner legs and her hand, subtly squeezed between her thighs, spoke in no uncertain terms about her feelings. Her wings were fully splayed, rigid and ruffling lightly from her minute movements. "The pony who spins the bottle is meant to service the pony on whom the bottle falls, meaning that Party should be playing with Tulip, but-"
"Do you really care about the rules right now?" Chestnut interrupted. In contrast to the pegasus, the earth pony was unabashedly stuffing her fingers into herself, leaning back and drinking as she did so.
"I suppose not," Wind conceded, licking her lips as Party's back arched. "This is fine." She continued to watch on, allowing the spectacle to absorb all of her attention, surrendering her senses to the intimacy playing out before her, until the unmistakable presence of somepony else behind her pulled her attention away, her feathers playing against something just as soft.
"Since rules are out the window..." Chestnut began, the words murmured hotly into the pegasus' ear. "I'm gonna make good on what I promised earlier." Meandering hands wandered across Wind's torso, slipping around from behind and caressing the slim mare's sides, palming soothingly over her ribcage. "No spinning a bottle. No taking a chance on who I'm getting with." Chestnut pressed her lips against Wind's neck, kissing softly at the pegasus' sensitive skin, while her hands glided around towards the mare's meagre mounds, fingers dancing across and grazing over the prominence of the erect nipples.
Wind whimpered as Chestnut closed her fingers around the pert buds, pinching and pulling delicately, the pressure increasing until the blue mare let loose a stifled noise which reset the earth pony's ministrations. The more Wind reacted, the more leniency the busty mare allowed her lover. Of course, it wasn't truly leniency; Chestnut's touch fed the devouring need in her, and when she eased off, it howled out in angst, snapping and snarling for more satisfaction, more indulgence. No matter how firm the earth pony was, Wind's passion grew and intensified, and as the copper hands toyed with her chest in their tidal ebb and flow, her own hand accelerated down below.
"Stand up," Chestnut commanded softly, nipping at the tip of her girlfriend's ear. The pegasus let out a whinging whine, none too pleased at being told to halt her bean flicking. "It's for your own good." Lifting the blue mare up as encouragement, the busty pony managed to convince her slim lover to comply, having the winged mare stand for a moment while she moved both of them into a better position.
In normal circumstances, Wind Brain, as analytical and observant as she was, would've been able to deduce what Chestnut was planning. She would've figured out why her girlfriend had directed her in the way that she had, and why she had been asked to stand. However, Wind was far too consumed by unyielding passion for her mind to properly assess the situation, and so the first inkling she had was when Chestnut's firm grasp pulled her down onto her knees, and a palm between her shoulders shoved the pegasus onto all fours. She had a perfect view of the two mares entwined on the couch, muzzles buried in one another's nethers, their heads and hips moving sporadically as they tasted and roamed each other, any sounds they made muffled by the limbs surrounding their busy heads. The display filled her with a deep yearning, a need to join in, or have somepony do that with her. Excitement clashed with envy, the two emotions competing before merging into an even more impatient rush of arousal. Her tail flicked up of its own accord, whipping harmlessly against her lover, the unspoken demand impatiently tossed to anypony and everypony, even as her attention was fully fixated on the two mares making sweet love to one another.
That was Wind's state of mind when the pass of Chestnut's tongue assailed her sodden snatch, the backdrop to her own sudden journey into oral bliss. The passion throbbing in her amplified the sensation of Chestnut's touch, transforming the shiver of delight into a full tremor of ecstasy. It felt electric, the response coursing through her body and bouncing back, leaving no nerve untouched as the first of her lover's licks echoed back and forth. Chestnut let it linger, at first, leaving the marvel of her appendage to work its magic from the most simple of movements, but soon moved on to tasting her marefriend. She pressed deeper, working over Wind's lube-soaked lips and grazing the tangy flesh of the pegasus' honeypot, reaching every inch of the panting girl's delta as she could physically manage, her efforts rewarded by the heightened scent of aroused mare, the thick, intrusive aroma filling her nose.
Tulip and Party were far further ahead in their play, their bodies moving in a steady dance that flowed and matched so seamlessly, that it was near impossible to look away. Wind tried to keep them front and centre, her eyes magnetised by the simple erotic interaction before her, but the ceaseless assault on her loins was a hefty distraction. Her arms wobbled as flares of pleasure broke through the omnipresent haze, unexpected jolts rushing through her body as Chestnut's tongue flicked and slid over her sensitive flesh, seeking out the areas that would bring the blue mare to a writhing climax. Between the lewd performance of the couch-hogging lovers and the barrage of pleasure from behind, Wind was never going to be able to hold herself back from the brink for long.
Tulip's thighs clamped around Party's head, forcing the striped mare's face into the feminine entrance she'd been tending to for the last several minutes. At the same time, Party was riding Tulip's muzzle, hips swivelling and waist gyrating with a fervour that gave away just how close she was. Their individual voices had become indistinguishable, melding into a rising crescendo that synced perfectly with the urgency of their movements, growing more and more fierce until, as though they'd stuttered, their grips tightened and their fluidity degenerated into a spasmic jerking. The sight was truly captivating, and Wind watched on with an equal measure of unquenchable arousal and eager awe.
Chestnut chose that moment to press her muzzle flush against Wind's vulva and lap away furiously, slurping' noisily and messily and without any restraint, her chin and lips rubbing against the throbbing, pulsing bud peaking from the pegasus' hood. Wind reached down to her chest and rolled a nipple between her fingers, the additional stimulation adding so much despite being a drop in the ocean to her overworked senses. She was boiling, ready to explode from pressure, the heat in her cheeks and loins so intense she could've sworn she was glowing. The sight of her friends hitting their highs in tandem and the mare behind hitting all the right spots was driving her to an inexorable destination, her mind and heart racing as she hastened towards it.
It wasn't a special word, or a special action, that drove the slim, blue mare over the edge; it was the relentless persistence of the appendage carelessly running over her quim, the pressure against her clit, the subtle movements and touches against her body. Everything broke down, the barriers constraining the pressure inside her giving out, and the wave rolled through her, crashing into her mind like a stormy sea battering a rocky outcrop, and leaving her drenched and chilled. She couldn't escape, but she didn't want to; the overwhelming stream was wonderful, infinitely desirable, and it warmed her so much it burned. She felt as if lightning had struck her, zapping her defenceless body and leaving her frazzled. No matter how much it felt like she was being swept along, being chilled and heated and shocked, she couldn't want anything other than to keep experiencing it. There was just the present, a boisterous and chaotic parade of incomprehensible pleasure, and she wanted it all. Even if she couldn't think about it, form the thoughts necessary to scream out for more, to beg or plead, her deepest, carnal instincts howled and bayed with satisfaction, and so did she.
The outside world didn't stop existing, exactly, but she became aware of it again. The carpet against her cheek returned to feeling soft and welcoming, the room around her took on form again, its shapes making sense as her brain rebooted. The pegasus realised just how hard she'd zoned out, becoming aware of just how hard she was breathing, her gasps so loud and rapid it was practically hyperventilation. Chestnut said something, something she knew she understood, but her brain was too scrambled to properly process it, and so she just allowed the earth pony to lift her up and start massaging her chest and back. It became easier to breathe after that, and she cast a happy eye over her brown lover. With a matted muzzle, she looked drop-dead sexy, and the blue mare felt her heart flutter. Oh, that was her staining her girlfriend's fur, wasn't it?
"Clean," she purred, or tried to. It was more of a laborious whisper. "You. Want to clean you." She licked the copper coat in front of her, making a haphazard job of tasting her own essence.
"Later," the recipient of the attempted cleanup assured. "Let's get you up and running again first."
"You sure did a number on her, didn't you?" Tulip exclaimed gleefully, cuddling with a red-faced Party Panic. "I've never seen her so woozy before!"
Chestnut didn't answer, half-smirking and returning to focusing on her orgasm-drunk lover. They embraced, holding onto one another lovingly until everypony's faculties had returned fully. After their raucous bout, it was a calm contrast, and very welcome to everyone there.
"So," the earth pony chimed in, casting a knowing eye to the potions. "Round two, anypony?"
