This is Ranchtown

It was like walking into a jungle, and every tree had a price tag on them. The thought of gazing at every single one of them was a daunting task, one that she never thought she’d hesitate to do. Getting married was supposed to be a girl’s fondest dream and their wedding was supposed to be absolutely perfect. Quick Bullet had seen more than her fair share of teeny bopper nightmares go apeshit over their wedding having the slightest flaw. Too much of mainstream pop culture had shown the bride to be a over-entitled, over-critical bitches who apparently had their entire lives catered to them with no strings attached.

Letty was grateful that she was taught better values in life, but that also meant she felt like a little girl lost in a strange land with a strange culture. Overcoat, a purple furred, pink maned unicorn approached her with open arms and greeted her warmly. Even in her purple skirt and jacket, she felt under dressed to be in such a place. As much as she wanted to look nice, she’d prefer to just go to the mall in her jeans and tube top. Pearl insisted that she give Overcoat a chance, though. Not to mention, she said that her influence usually meant a good discount.

“Miss Bullet! Welcome to my shop! I am so happy that you could make it! Miss Pearl told me that you were having your happy day very soon and I wanted to make sure that it would be spent in absolute beauty. Can I get you some orange juice?” Overcoat asked her as one of her assistants asked for Letty’s coat. Even though she was still a little chilled from the air outside, she went ahead and unbuttoned it, handing it to the lady, who nodded with a smile as she placed it on the coat rack.

“Oh, no, thank you.” Letty gave a nervous smile as her eyes were forced back to her surroundings to all of the white dresses in the wedding section. There were so many mannequins standing with bouquets and veils, covered in luxurious white cloth. The blank, black canvas statues unnerved her as she imagined herself in each and every one of them and was a bit disheartened when she could barely tell the difference in some of them. “I’m just looking at your selection and I honestly don’t even know where to begin.”

“Oh, well don’t worry about a silly thing like that. You wouldn’t believe how many mares come in here with the same “filly in a candy store” mentality. With your simple yellow pallet fur, I can tell you that there is a fairly narrow range of dresses that will make you sparkle down that aisle and I already have a select few in mind. You will see all of them and dazzle your family, and, more importantly, your partner!”

This did a bit to comfort her, but what would have made her feel even better walked into the front door of the store. “Letty!” The gray bat pony waved to her as she walked through the door. The assistant by the door checked her watch, knowing that the next appointment wasn't’ for another two hours. “Sorry I’m late, paperwork took a bit longer than expected.”

“You’re right on time.” Letty said as the two of them embraced. As usual, their tits pressed against one another and reminded her of just how gigantic Grem’s tits were. The orange haired winged mare was built like a porn star but decided to take up law enforcement instead. Letty met her through Fable and found herself hanging out with her on a good few occasions. She wanted to invite Pearl too, but that mare was very hard to find nowadays with her business reaching new heights. From what she understood, Pearl was in Las Pegasus. However, that was three days ago. For all she knew, she could be all the way to Manehattan by now. Grem, however, was more than willing to check out the dresses with her. In fact, she jumped at the opportunity. Things had been going very well with her and Diamond Sword, so she could only imagine that she wanted to view them for herself.

“Wow, so many.” Grem said as she walked up to all of the dresses and started to view them up close. Letty and Overcoat watched as the bat pony seemed to dive right into the world of dresses with an aura of wonder. Here Letty was, hesitant to even make a single decision while Grem was already measuring bust sizes and deciding which one would go with her tone of gray fur. “And all of these can be fitted for wings?” She asked, looking at the backs to see that only a few of them had the holes between the shoulderblades.

“Of course, we have a collection of tailors who specialize in wings.” The purple unicorn replied with a nervous smile while Grem inspected the nearest mannequin’s white flower bouquet, wondering if it was edible. “Shall we get started?” She turned back to Letty, who blinked and nodded with a tiny smile.

Both mares were led to the backroom, where they already had a large assortment of dresses on two long dress racks on rollers. The walls were lined with the most famous ponies who ever wore their dresses to large events. While weddings were a large part of them, there were also the royal galas, along with birthday parties of very large name actors and politicians from all around equestria. Both Letty and Grem noticed that a picture of Pearl Necklace and Death Metal was prominently posted right beside one of the changing room doors.

“Now, for your happiest day, we have come up with some of our more elegant dresses. I thought that an azure white would make your fur tone pop while an eggshell would compliment it and accent the color all around.” She pulled the dresses out a little bit to let them both take a better look at them as she spoke.

Both ponies stood there as she showed them off. Once again, Letty found herself in a wide-eyed daze as she tried to imagine what she’d look like as she stood at the altar with Fable. Then she wondered if Golden Goal had chosen her dress yet. That led to wondering if she should have invited her to come look at wedding dresses with her. The need to communicate with her fellow bride-to-be started to cross her mind but that would have to wait for later.

“Now, I’ll leave you to try them on. Please come tell me if you have any questions or find that any of them do not fit you well enough to try on. Remember, this is not for size, this is for look. We want you to be completely happy with both comfort and style. That’s two elements we pride ourselves in and that’s what we want for you.” Overcoat said as she started for the door.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know when I have five choices narrowed down.” Letty said, thinking this could take hours, especially with how hard it was to try on wedding dresses. Still, with as complicated as it was to put on a dress like this, she decided not to have an assistant. Grem was there and she figured that would be good enough.

As Overcoat left, the two mares were still looking over the choices. It was hard to distinguish some of them, and some of the others were already being cast out as a hard no. Letty stepped up to the wrack that was on the left, scanning over a few of them while others she pulled out to get a closer look.

“We could be here for hours. Why would they give you so many choices?” Grem asked as she went to the rack on the right, thumbing through them as well.

“They wanted to be diligent, I guess. What it amounts to is a big fat headache and a lot of time in the changing room. She narrowed down the choices and I still don’t know where to start.” Letty sighed.

“Then pick the first one that catches your eye. I mean, you’re an artist. Think of the first one you’d want to sketch.” Grem said, and this caused Letty to stop for a moment, looking at her. There was a moment of thought as she glanced toward the dresses again. To her surprise, the thought of drawing the dresses came rather natural.

“Not a bad idea.” Letty said as she got one of the bluish white wedding gowns off of the rack and held it up to herself. “I guess I may as well try some on.”

“That’s the spirit!” Grem said as she watched Letty put the dress on the end of the rack and started disrobing. “So, speaking of which, you know that comic book you drew with Fable when you two first met?” She asked, prompting Letty to recall that comic convention they both cosplayed at. She nodded as she removed her blouse and hummed her acknowledgement. “I finally got a copy of it. The price was outrageous but I didn’t care.”

“We own four copies now. Fable grabbed every one of them that he could get.” Letty said, knowing that she bought two of them by herself but no one else needed to know that.

“So, I was wondering. If you had a chance to make another issue, I had another character in mind that I think Fable could work with. You might like her too.” Grem said as she pulled her side pouch from her back to the front of her stomach and dug through it.

“Another character?” Letty asked, chuckling a little bit as she stood in her black underwear and bra as she carefully began taking the wedding dress off of its hanger. “I’m not sure if we can talk the company into letting us make up another character, but go on.” She stepped one hoof into the top of the unzipped dress and Grem took it from behind, beginning to ease it up her legs.

“Well, in following with my own characteristics, I figured there could be a bit of bat in the super hero genre. I mean, I love Spider-mare and I totally ship her and Rainscald.” Grem said as she saw a blush come across Letty’s face as she remembered the night they wrote the original version of that comic. “So I thought a darker, more brooding hero was in order to help take down the criminals of the city. I came up with Batmare!”

Letty moved her head to the side, both to tilt her head in confusion and move her hair over for Grem to zip up the back of her dress. It was very frilly and goddy, but Letty liked it in a sort of flowery, traditional way.

“Did you just say Batmare?” Letty turned her head toward Grem with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah ha!” Grem had gotten back into her pouch and pulled out a folder, opening it. “I’m not really an artist, but I have a few friends who gave her some sketches.” She handed Letty a large sheet of paper, which she studied closely. There was a black clad woman with long ears jutting from her ebon helmet with pupiless eyes behind a lustered black cowl. She had the bat ensignia across her very large, armored chest and the details in the so-called “sketch” was impressive. She didn’t know who Grem’s friend was but they had an eye for anatomy.

“So, this cape is just kind of an extension of her natural batwings?” Letty said, pointing at the ridges in both her armored wings and the flaps that connected to them.

“Yeah, they add a bit of sound dampening effects to her flight as well as protection from attacks.” Grem sounded as if she planned and mapped out every single detail about this character. For a Royal Guard with such a bod, she sure had a huge nerd side to her.

“Well, I have to say, I’m pretty impressed.” Letty carefully handed the drawing back to Grem who nodded her thanks and carefully tucked it back into the folder she held. “If I can’t get the okay for her, then I may just make a comic for them anyway.” Letty giggled a bit. That was when she pulled her phone out of her bag and started setting it to the camera mode. “Fable said to send him photos of the dresses I like.”

“Isn’t that bad luck?” Grem chuckled a little, taking a good look at the dress, noticing it was a little long as it went down past Letty’s ankles. Letty angled the phone as she smiled at the comment and made sure she got a good fix on herself.

As she finally hit the picture button, however, she noticed that right next to her shoulder, she had two hulking gray furred breasts pulled out from under Grem’s shirt. Upon further studying the picture, she noticed that the bat pony held up a peace sign, winking at the camera as her other hand held up her shirt.

“Grem! You weirdo.” Letty laughed, causing Grem to laugh as she pulled her shirt back down, her hard nipples very clearly poking out from behind it. “I’m taking another one.”

“No, send it!” Grem said, trying to grab the phone as Letty held it out of her reach. “I’m sure Fable misses these bad girls. He deserves some tasteful nudes along with his blushing bride to be!” She said then grabbed onto Letty’s tits through her wedding dress. “Some wedding dress boobs wouldn’t hurt either.”

The yellow pegasus’ face went beet red as Grem’s fingers perfectly squashed her boobs and pinched her nipples just the way she liked them. Her hands began to caress her nice round tits as soon as she heard her breath draw in sharply.

“Grem, what are--oh!” She gasped as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against Grem’s.

“I know you’re an exhibitionist.” Grem purred into her ear as she ran a little fang gently across it, causing the pegasus to shiver with ecstasy.

“That’s never been proven.” Letty looked off to the side, her blushing face never losing its redness. As Grem unzipped her dress, Letty went ahead and sent the picture to Fable’s phone. Then she helped Grem strip her naked, but then the bat pony pushed her down onto the chair in between the two dress racks.

“Then why are you soaked?” She asked the pegasus before spreading her pussy lips apart. Letty’s eyes clenched as her mouth opened. With just a few little kisses, Letty was flowing like crazy! She felt two fingers slide deep into her and begin to rub deep within her vaginal tube.

“We’re supposed to--be--dress--wedding!” Letty took deep breaths as her legs trembled. The bat pony’s tongue started to lick against her clitoris as her fingers pushed harder and deeper inside of her. “Oh! Fuck!” She said, and both of their eyes opened wide as she was far louder than she meant to be.

“Miss Bullet?” A voice said from outside the room. Both girls paused, still as a graveyard as they scrambled. The door opened and Overcoat poked her head in. “Is everything alright?”

Letty and Grem were both behind the coat rack with the bat pony standing close behind her. Two or three of the dresses were a bit farther apart than they would have liked but they didn’t really have the time to catch every single detail as they tripped over each other to take cover.

“Oh, yes, ma’am. My hair just got caught in the zipper, but we got it out.” Letty said with a very fake and shaky smile on her face. From behind the line of dresses, Grem was still massaging her tits with her moist fingers that were covered in pussy juice. Letty tried to bat her hands away but the orange haired, busty slut persisted and the pegasus was forced to hide her moans deep within her throat.

“I see, well could you show me the dresses you’ve tried-” Overcoat started to say but then Letty held up both of her hands, thinking they had already been caught.

“Ma’am, she is not proper at the moment. It took me forever to finally get her to undress. She just needed some privacy and the promise that no one would walk in on her.” Grem said, thinking as fast as she could and letting two of her fingers slip inside Letty’s honey hole all the way to the knuckle. With Letty’s face growing to extreme reds, Overcoat stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she pursed her lips.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry! Please, let me know when you are finished. You have the room for the next two hours. I’ll alert my staff as such as well.” Overcoat nodded to both of them as she stepped back into the doorway and closed the door quickly.

“How many times have you used excuses-” Letty looked back at the mare with her fingers in her pussy.

“More times than I care to admit.” Grem grinned close to Letty’s face and began to lick her cheek as her fingers pushed and fucked her cunny hole harder. It wasn’t long before the motion started to make those juicy slapping noises and Letty’s breath started to become labored.

With Grem’s other hand, she lifted the phone back up and got it angled for a nicely detailed selfie. Yet another nice and dirty nude was sent to Fable’s phone. It was far from the last one. Soon, Grem was naked and Letty was trying on new dresses. First, it was just a simple upskirt with her super model porn star pose and her rump straight up in the air. Then a sidelong view of her skirt straight up and the bat pony between her legs, giving Letty’s pussy a good tonguing.

Letty knew that Fable’s phone was going off the hook at this point. Pictures of his naked fiance along with the curvy gray bat pony flooded his phone without relent until the two of them were on the floor, grinding their vaginas together. Their legs were intertwined and they still did their very best to keep the noise down but they couldn’t help all of the pussy juice that dripped from between their labias.

“You--loved almost getting--caught, didn’t you?” Grem’s hair was a mess and her tits wobbled all around as she worked her folds all over the pegasus’.

“I almost--ah!--came when you started fingering me.” Letty bit her lower lip as she worked her way through her fourth orgasm in that session. Her body was already used up and starting to ache but feeling Grem’s legs twitch against hers was far too pleasing to her senses to stop right then.

The sweat on the bat pony’s brow became more and more apparent as her face went slack and her eyes started to shut tight. Letty was pushing and rubbing her pussy in all the right places. Before she knew it, their collective juices spurt point blank within their joining pelvises and Grem began to twitch all over as her ankles locked up. Letty’s orgasm struck her hard enough to make her land flat on her back.

After about four full sessions, they’d probably tried on five wedding gowns. Regardless of their beauty, they were more a prop to show cleavage or hike up to get a good angle for an upskirt. Both of them lied there, knowing that they had around ten minutes before their time was up. They also knew that the place smelled exactly like what they had done to it over and over again. They still took the time to rest for a moment, their breath hot in the air and their sweat drenching the expensive carpet.

That was when Letty felt the carpet fibrate around her head. She opened her purple eyes and looked to see that her phone went off with a notification. Letty stretched a bit to grab her phone from the ground and held it up to her face. Letty giggled and let the phone drop beside her head.

“Fable says he liked the first one best.” Letty said as she attempted to get up from the floor. Her head was heavy and her back popped relentlessly as she rose up from the ground.

“Sounds good to me, we put it back on the rack, right?” Grem said as she rose up and looked around. That’s about when she noticed that she and Letty hadn’t exactly been tidy with their little excursion. Dresses, skirts, veils and bouquets were all over the place. Here they were, naked as the day they were born and their fluid scent drenching the floor on many levels.

“Oooohh, yeah we probably should have.” Then Letty looked at the first rack they were at, her face lighting up.” Oh! Here it is! Let’s buy it and get the hell out of here.” She rushed to start getting her blouse and bra up from the ground.

“What about the tailoring?” Grem asked, also starting to pick her stuff up.

“We’ll go to a tailor. Come on!” Letty said and pulled her panties back up.

The day was absolutely packed with her new little friend. There was no difference in babysitting kittens and foals, in that all babies were different no matter what species they were. Despite her experience with infants, she had to learn new patterns and test new waters almost every single time she took care of Ember Wing. This time marked her fourth time taking care of him and he was already getting tired of being carried for long periods of time. Now, he wanted to crawl around all by himself until he got tired. Then he’d sit up in front of his stuffed animals she had strewn out for him and cry until she noticed him.

Jasmine was switching between new episodes of her show playing on Patch’s computer to taking care of his every whim in what seemed like five minute intervals. The pleasant surprise came when she found that he was finally holding up his own bottles to drink now.

The not so pleasant surprise was returning to him to see that the milk bottle was gone and wouldn’t be found until it was well into the milk’s turning point. Finding containers full of solidified dairy products was always a joy. She didn’t even bother washing them half the time. Tossing them out in favor of a brand new bottle was a much safer, more favorable option.

Her and Patch’s apartment was set up much like a makeshift nursery, all the way down to having the electric outlets plugged with plastic and the tv blaring child-friendly programs. The living room was walled off by a colorful wall of heavy plastic blocks that he couldn’t possibly have the strength to move. The area was lined with a very thick, soft blanket and toys were scattered all around it. Though, she found that Ember enjoyed pulling up the blanket more than he liked playing with the toys he was actually given.

Then there came the part that Jasmine loved the most in babysitting. There was a pillow strategically placed in his play area and every once in a while, she would catch him laying his head on it and passing out for his afternoon nap. This didn’t always happen, of course. As toddlers got older, many of them became more reluctant to nap and grow a resistance to it. No matter how sleepy they’d get, they somehow powered through.

Jasmine, though, was well equipped with a coat of fur that was far more soft than that of a pony’s. Her weight gain actually helped this as her stomach became larger and more pillowy. The Abyssinian beauty found that Ember was playing with his bright red train, rolling it on the ground while he laid his head on the pillow she set out for him. However, when he found himself closing his eyes, he would sit back up and start flopping the train to and fro in front of him to keep up his energy levels.

This was when she swooped in and picked him up, causing him to drop his train onto the ground. His blank expression gazed up at her as she held him in a cradling position and began stepping, pivoting in circles as she swayed her hips and rocked him, humming a little tune. Her green feline eyes smiled down at him as his purple eyes met hers. Normally, he’d start to whine, but she played her cards right and kept him in motion, gently patting his diapered rump as she used the limited motion of her other hand to pet his black mane.

He put up a tough fight, but it was only a matter of time before he finally started to close his eyes. The sweet little angel’s head rolled slightly onto her bicep and he began to drift off. She giggled a little bit and laid two tiny little kisses onto his forehead as he stirred ever so slightly, groaning a tiny bit as he only dipped further into a deep unconscious state.

This was when she was given a bit of a start when she noticed that Patch Note had quietly entered the apartment and was leaning against the entryway threshold. The bright brown pony’s smile widened as she noticed him with that embarrassed frown on her face. Her face blushed deeply as she looked down at Ember, making sure that he was still sleeping. As she was convinced that he was deep enough asleep, she glared back at Patch.

“How long have you been standing at the bloody door?” She whispered with an intensity that only made him chuckle.

“Long enough to see that you are in the zone, my dear.” He walked into the room and gave her a kiss, which she was playfully reluctant to give. “You handled him like a champ.” He put his hand on the little one’s head gently and smiled as the wings on his back twitched slightly while he continued to give little snores.

“I just so happen to know when he’s tired, that’s all.” Jasmine said in a soft voice as she began to walk past him and into the hallway toward her room.

Fable and Letty had gotten a small bassinet out of a yard sale a few months back and considered it to be a perfect sleeping spot for him when she had him under her care. It wouldn’t be too long before he became too big for it, though. It was grayish blue, shaped like a basket and had a little plush mallard for him to cuddle. The best part about it was the blinder that she pulled over the little bed, like a shell completing its egg shape. It dimmed the light around him while he snoozed.

As she closed the door to their room, she was given yet another startling moment as Patch’s arms enclosed around her from behind. Her little jump made him laugh a tiny bit louder this time and she gave his shoulder a slap.

“Oh, you bastard.” Her accent always made that little line so cute to Patch, he couldn’t help but put his hand over his mouth as his laugh got worse. “I don’t like you anymore.” She headed back to the living room with him close in tow.

“You love me and you know it.” Patch’s guffaw calmed down a bit as she plopped down on the couch and used the remote to turn off the cartoons. He leaned over her with his knee propping him up onto the couch. She turned her head away from him and pouted, her eyes closed. “Now, dearest, don’t be like that. You’re just a little jumpy, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not talking to--” That’s when she felt his cheek up against hers. The sudden cuddles took her by surprise but she still tried to put up a small resistance. Despite her efforts she leaned her head to the side and cooed as he began to rub his hands over her back and belly. The more she tried to act angry at him, the more his hands seemed to soften upon her sensitive fur. She began to purr as his hand reached up under her shirt and started to rub directly on her stomach. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I just couldn’t help myself, Jas. I have to say, you looked very natural with the baby in your arms.” Patch said as his hands glided over her belly. Her eyes widened a bit as she looked at him and he leaned his head against her shoulder and cuddled up against her. She found herself cuddling against him now.

“You think so?” She asked him and he hummed his assurance. Her purring only got louder as she started to warm up to him more. Her cheeks began to blush as he hummed his yes. “You sure know how to flatter, don’t you?”

She managed to say before his mouth pressed more into her neck and his hand grasped some of her belly flab as he caressed her. She gave a tiny cry of lust as his hand reached up to her breasts under her shirt to find her nipples had hardened to a point like tiny pebbles.

She’d removed her bra when she got home, as she hadn’t gotten around to getting new ones. Her tits had grown a size up since she’d started her own bakery and the relief she felt from freeing them was almost worth keeping the sizes she was at. Though, if she got any bigger that was bound to change. Her shirt was well above her breasts at that point, and his mouth had migrated down to one nipple, beginning to lick his tongue across her pink areolas while his hand reached around her waist and grasped her butt cheek.

“You dirty boy, you’re not playing fair. I’m supposed to be angry with you.” Jasmine said in a soft voice as she pulled her shorts down around her waist, skipping the middleman and bringing her panties down along with them. “Oh!” She let out a surprised gasp as he pulled her legs to make her lay in a more convenient position with her ass hanging over the edge of the couch and her pussy in full view while also at a good angle. “Hey! I’m supposed to be the predator of this relationsh---sh---shit!”

She threw her head back with a deep moan as his lips clamped down on her crotch and began to suck. His tongue invaded her inner labia and the tip lashed against her clitoris without warning as her legs twitched, struggling to hold her up as she tried to balance her weight over the sofa’s edge. Her hands patted around his head and grabbed on as she pulled him harder against her very hungry pussy. He hummed against her groin and her legs only twitched harder.

“Oh! Yes!” She groaned. “Deeper! Fuck me! I need you!”

“But I thought you didn’t like me.” He grinned up at her as he rose up a bit higher, revealing the fact that he no longer had pants on. He still had on his Video Star shirt but that didn’t seem to matter as she widened her legs in front of him.

“Shut up and stick in me, you dirty todger!” She gazed at his dark brown prick standing with such a vivacious erection and throbbing with life. As soon as his cock touched her outer labia folds, there came a knock at the door. Both of their eyes darted to look at the door. The thought of ignoring it came to his mind, but as she rolled her eyes, he figured that was not an option. “Of course this would happen.” She muttered with blatant discontent straining her whispered voice. “Just sit on the couch for a moment, I’ll send them away.” She got up from her seated position and pulled her shorts up from her ankles, and her shirt down over her bulbous breasts. The cat girl looked down as he sat on the couch, his dark brown prick sticking straight up as he continued to rub it with his palm. Her pink lower lips couldn’t get any wetter at the sight.

With a determined glare, she turned to the door and walked to it. She opened it slightly and her eyes went wide as she saw Frozen Pop standing there with a big smile on her face. The older, bright blue unicorn mare smiled even bigger as she saw Jasmine.

“Jassy! Just the cat I wanted to see. I have some things for you to look over!” She stepped in as Jasmine slightly widened the open door. “I figured I’d come here instead of asking you to-- oh dear.” Frozen stopped inside the doorway as there was a paralyzed stare from a very naked stud sitting on the couch gazing back at her with the widest his eyes could go.

“Oh, hey, Frozen. So…” Jasmine cleared her throat as she noticed Patch couldn’t even make a move to cover himself up with is dick at its most erect state. “Nice of you to stop by.” She finished after a long pause.

“I’m so…” The well dressed unicorn mom started to find her temperature rising from within her. Both in her forehead and in her loins. “Sorry…” She wasn’t sure if she should divert her eyes or keep staring as either one felt rude at this point. “Nice to see you again, Patch.” She said as she held both of her hands on her side bag in front of her. “Very nice.” She whispered under her breath. Then she turned back to Jasmine as if none of it had happened. Her brow was growing a bit of a sweat and she suddenly began to fidget both of her legs as if she couldn’t get them comfortable.

“Well, come on in, Frozen. What have you got for me?” Jasmine said as she began to pull Frozen into the kitchen. With some hesitation, the older mare complied and suddenly started to remember why she came over in the first place.

“Oh, yes, of course.” She cleared her throat as the cat led her in. “I had some desserts for you to look over for the wedding. I know what the boys like and I got some ideas from Golden and Letty.” Frozen pulled out a few small tupperware boxes from her bag and set them on the counter top. Each of them had small slices of cake in them. All of them were different types, ranging from yellow cake to chocolate to red velvet.

“Well, I guess having two weddings in one would complicate things just a bit. I would definitely consider having something of a half and half cake, but you would need two that could be baked together in one. That adds complications all its own.” Jasmine said as she looked them over and opened a few to take in their scent. “I love the chantilly fruit cake you have here.” She said, eyeing the one with both strawberries and blueberries in the frosting. “The heavy cream is delightful.”

“I’ll say…” Frozen said as she was looking out toward the living room. The very embarrassed stallion had already run off into his room. She figured his cute young man wouldn’t be out again after that little fiasco. What a shame.

Frozen looked back down at Jasmine, who was eyeing her with a bit of a vein in her forehead and a scowl. “Oh, sorry.” Frozen said with a nervous giggle. “I just imagine ponies a bit more endowed than Abyssinians are use to. Enduring him must have been a bit of a…” That was when the unicorn mare remembered she wasn’t talking to someone as experienced or open as she was and saw the beet red complexion in her face. “...stretch.”

“Well… I… That is…” Jasmine looked off to the side as her cheeks glowed with embarrassment.

“I can imagine it was a lovely experience.” Frozen whispered in her ear, making the cat shiver all over. “I really shouldn’t keep you right now. I’ll leave these here and let you decide. I can see you have other desserts you’d rather be having.” The well dressed pony giggled as the cat ached. Her little interruption of their playtime was making her almost soak through her shorts.

“Oh, Miss Frozen, you know how much I love helping you with your shop. I would be more than happy to help you with this wedding.” Jasmine tried her very best to keep a straight face while she talked, but she was failing miserably and Frozen knew it.

“Don’t be silly, dear. There’s more than enough time. It would be silly for me to keep you right now. Just look these recipes over when you have some spare time. That stallion in there needs some relief and so do you.” The unicorn slapped her on the butt as she started toward the door, causing Jasmine to squeak as she jumped a little. “Just let me know when you’re ready to give your input and I’ll be more than happy to listen. Right now, I need to get ready for the bachelorette party.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot that was tonight.” Jasmine said as she checked the date on her phone. Then she looked up at Frozen, who was peering over toward the closed door in the hallway near the entrance. The older mare had a finger on her chin and it was clear that her interest was piqued. It took a moment before she snapped out of it and cleared her throat.

“So, yes, just message me on your thoughts about the cakes. I appreciate the help.” She put on her sweetest smile at the catwoman as she headed toward the door. As she opened it, she looked back at Jasmine and her smile turned into a grin of somewhat nefarious nature. “And, do enjoy.” Frozen said as she waved.

Without speaking, the blushing cat waved back as she watched the unicorn exit. Jasmine wasn’t really one to compare Patch to other stallions, so she wasn’t sure how his manhood measured up to others. From what he said, he was a standard size when it came to the grand scheme of things. With the mare’s reaction to him, she could only find herself lucky to have such a specimen at her disposal. Though, that wasn’t how she generally thought of him. Either way, she was already taking off her shirt as she opened the door to his room. He was startled a bit as he laid sideways on the bed in his room. With a controller in his hand, passing the time with a bit of gaming, he gazed at her and paused.

“Well, that was an experience.” Patch said as she gave him the biggest bedroom eyes. Her tits flopped out as her shirt came off and he set his controller to the side as she took his penis in one hand, softly stroking his shaft.

“She seemed to like you.” Jasmine said as she kissed the side of his glans, licking him before taking a large amount of his dick into her mouth. He drew in a sharp breath as she slobbered all over his knob and rubbed the lubricating saliva all over his length. He blushed at the sentiment, and watched as she tugged her bottoms down to become wholly naked. “I can see why.”

Jasmine crawled into his lap, brushing a bit of hair from in front of her face to the side as she began to rub her aching pussy all up and down the front of his throbbing cock. He became as hard as he could go once again as her pussy juice covered his manhood and she welcomed him inside her excessively wet quim.

His hands groped her flopping tits as she began bouncing on top of him. The bengal spotted cat whimpered in delight at the sensation of him rubbing every wall of her twitching, lively tube. Jasmine was already working her way up to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

That was when the baby began to cry in the next room and both of them stopped. Jasmine let out a great sigh and Patch gave an exasperation.

“Bloody hell…” She said under her breath.