This is Ranchtown

by Calico64

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthology, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Sex
Length: 50713

The citizens of Ranchtown are showcased in their own erotic adventures of all kinds as they prepare for a very large event!

 The citizens of Ranchtown are showcased in their own erotic adventures of all kinds as they prepare for a very large event!

Published 2020-06-04 15:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-24 13:11:02 UTC

Best of Two Worlds

Ember Wing sat in the middle of the room. The tiny little Pegasus tyke sat up straight in his little purple pajamas. It was a purple that clashed perfectly with his dark orange complexion. He had a full black mane now and he gazed at a colorful toy piano in front of him. Every so often, he began pushing the rainbow colored keys on the similarly sized toy as it made bell rings in different tones. As the one year old fiddled with the small instrument for the fifth time, Fable began to question who gave him that little thing.

The red pegasus began to ponder this person, who was going to get a lump of coal this year for Hearth’s Warming. It was decided that their obvious route was to have a Hearth’s Warming Eve wedding. The date was set perfectly and they even called the Justice of the Peace. It was a little tough to find someone who would be willing to do that. The stallion told them that he would be more than happy to. It turned out that he was a bit of a huge fan of Red Quill.

However, the unicorn across from him on his living room couch sat with a similarly disappointed look. Both of them had a terrible revelation on their hands, and Ember’s constant bashing on the piano was like nails on a chalkboard at that moment. Both Winter and Fable tried to make it look like they weren’t annoyed with each other. The TV wasn’t on, there wasn’t another sound going on in the house. Playing babysitter was starting to chap Fable’s butt just a little bit.

“You really had to hog Hearth’s Warming Eve to yourself, didn’t you?” Winter said as he pressed his own fist against his cheek as he leaned to the side with his elbow on the couch’s armrest. “You never told me you wanted a winter wedding. Why would you pick up the good holiday? When have you ever loved this season? You don’t love Winter! I am Winter, literally!”

“Oh, well I didn’t know I had to check with my daily Winter! I didn’t hire you as my wedding planner!” Fable shot back, making Winter give him the stink eye. They went back to glaring at each other.

At this point, Ember Wing lost interest in the piano and waddled over to his little yellow hammer. He picked up the light plastic thing with a squeaky hammer head and started beating it against the ground.

The front door opened as Letty walked in. She wore tight jean pants with a black shirt with a lower collar hem. Over the shirt, she wore a thick purple jacket. It was getting rather cold outside, but thankfully it was still warm enough to survive without a huge coat. She smiled as she heard the squeaking hammer in the living room and looked toward the two stallions sitting on the couches across from one another.

“So, I see the conversation has been riveting. You two bickering old hags reached some kind of agreement yet?” She walked into the main room and marveled at the Hearth’s Warming tree, fully decorated and shining bright. Three feet from it was her son, gnawing on the small plastic tool.

“Yeah, we can have Fable switch his holiday wedding to a summer wedding, like he should have!” Winter pointed at him and made the red pegasus’s nostrils flair.

“We’ve been engaged for a year! You proposed to Golden Goal two weeks ago!” Fable pointed back at him.

“I’ve been dating Golden for way longer!” Winter shot back and Fable leaned forward with a fire in his eyes.

“Because I gave you much needed help!” The pegasus said with no shortage of volume. Both of them remembered Homestretch. That nice girl that gave Fable dating advice, so he set up a meeting with her and Winter. It was, indeed, a great boost to Winter’s confidence. He’d seen her a couple other times, but they never reconnected. He thought he should contact her again.

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them. Letty walked into the middle of the den and smiled as she picked up the baby that walked toward her. His steps were awkward, but he was getting the hang of balancing on his hooves. She giggled as she kissed his head and he leaned his cheek against her chest.

“Are Daddy and his friend being silly?” Letty said, drawing two annoyed expressions from the men. She just gave them an eye roll and walked with Ember to the kitchen. She was happy to see that Fable had washed the bottles, not to mention kept up with the active bottles. They always had two bottles ready to go. Sometimes they wouldn’t remember to put them back in the fridge and they’d go bad. Some of them started to grow solid and they just threw some of those bottles away. It wasn’t worth risking his health. “Honestly, guys, is it really such a bad thing to delay the weddings a few months apart? Fable, if you’re worried about date, we haven’t even made the cards yet. We could tell everyone to wait a little while longer.”

She could just feel the two of them glare at each other harder. The air in the living room was so thick with tension, it nearly electrified the air.

“A lot of the same people are going to be at both of our weddings.” Winter said, making Fable nod. “I mean, Spark and Voltage will be at both of them. My mom will be at both of them.”

“So will my mom.” Fable said, then looked off to the side. “Death and Pearl, for sure.”

“Well, yeah, them for sure.” Winter said. Letting slightly poked her head in as she fed Ember his bottle. She didn’t want to say anything, but she was glad that their talk had gotten a bit lighter in tone. The more they thought, the more they realized that they did indeed know a lot of the same people.

Winter scratched his blue mane as he thought. He was obviously tired of arguing and looked more bewildered at that moment. It was a conundrum. Now that things had calmed down, they were studying one another. They went through a variety of faces. Furrowed eyebrows, crossed arms, tapping chins.

“You could… use the… I mean.” Fable put his hand on his chin, almost as if he was trying to quiet himself. This drew a raised eyebrow from Winter. His chin dipped and all the sudden he felt a little tired. Golden’s strange pregnancy habits had been rather tricky to deal with lately. This involved a fair amount of crying. The hormone displacement at this stage of pregnancy was something to behold. He shook it off and then looked back at Fable.

“I could use what?” Winter leaned a bit closer, fingers on both hands poking against each other.

“Well,” Fable drew in a breath and leaned his head down a bit. “I mean there’s something called double weddings, right?”

Letty was immediately at the entryway between the kitchen and the living room. “Fable, did I just hear you correctly?” The yellow pegasus mare still had her son in her arms, but was in the process of putting him on the floor to go roam around again. “What do you mean a ‘double wedding?’” The look of concern was clear across her face.

“You mean like all four of us at the altar?” Winter asked. He was a little shocked at the revelation that Fable might actually be serious. “I’m not sure that’s really a thing.”

“Of course it’s a thing, people do it all the time.” Fable said, then looked from Winter, then to Letty.

“Yeah, I know that. What I mean is, I’m not sure that’s really a thing we should do. I mean, people might think we’re polygamists.”

“Oh, screw what people think, Winter. You know what? I think I like that idea. You wanted a winter wedding, well I have a Justice of the Peace on hold for it. I don’t think you could get a guy to do it. I just so happen to get lucky.”

“What you mean is, you got famous. So, your mom’s not going to think this is a little strange?”

“Come on, you’re one to talk about strange relationships!” Fable pointed and Winter’s eyes widened. “I’m giving you a chance to get your Hearth’s Warming wedding and now all the sudden, you’re not so sure?”

Winter had to concede the point. He supposed there could be stranger ideas. Winter had heard about nude weddings, even outside the nudist colonies. He didn’t suppose he’d mind one of those, so long as you paid for the facilities bench cleanings. Winter began to wonder how much a fenced off wedding would be. Then he waved the idea away. It took a moment for Winter to recover what he was thinking about, then he shook his head.

“Alright, fine. But you know as well as I do that that means I need to tell the Mrs. I’m not entirely sure what Golden will say. Last time I brought her a pizza, she said it smelled terrible, then cried because she lost her appetite. I can only imagine what she’d say about this.”

Once the boundaries were set, they had a somewhat shabby plan. First, there was the arduous task of telling those close to them to get their opinion on the set up. While Fable handled his end with his parents, Winter was mutually obligated to tell his future blushing bride. Golden was rather large at that point. It had been a while since she first revealed her pregnant status. She was the normal size for her stage, though. Four months had passed since the pool party. She was around six months along, give or take. The baby was now the size of a small pineapple and Golden Goal was struggling to get out of seats more and more.

“Winter… Darling…” Golden turned her head around as she did her yoga pose on the floor. Letty said that doing light yoga while pregnant was essential to survival of the third trimester. Her face was tight as she gazed over toward Winter. Her gray sweatpants were no longer loose fitting. Her ass was gaining weight, and there really was no way of getting around it at this point.

The brown pony who was once a hockey star was now on hiatus for the pregnancy. Losing all of this weight was going to be a bitch and a half, for sure. “That sounds Awesome!” Golden lit up with a smile as she thought about their wedding being shared with two such great ponies. “Are you kidding me?! Letty really wants to have a wedding with us?! Fable too! Oh, wow!”

Winter knew a happy spurt when he saw one. Pregnancy was the wonderful wheel of fortune in the ways of hormones. Every two or three hours, it was a wheel spin. Sometimes it landed on 1000 bits. However, as time went on, the bankrupt hit rather hard. Golden spent a lot of time on the couch in those time lapses. Her memory and state of being often take a small lurch hither and thither as well.

“Are you serious?” Winter asked, making sure the sanity lapse wasn’t getting the best of her. He would often ask if she wanted an apple and then thank him for reading her mind. “I mean, I wasn’t sure what your parents would think.”

“Are you kidding all the sudden?” She shot back. “My mom loves Fable! She knows you love Fable too.” She peeked back at him once again with a knowing grin.

“Very funny.” Winter sneered at her. “Anyway, I’m gonna have to call every living person I’ve ever known in my life and tell them I’m getting married with another couple.” Then he turned his head to the side, trying to figure out how he could possibly say that without that achy sort of English feeling. Phrasing this whole thing was going to be very tricky. That’s when Fable remembered Homestretch, then that whole argument that he sort of made this all happen came to view. Then there was the night, the Amber Cat, then all of that shenanigans. “Yeah, so I’ll be in the--”

“You’re going to be right here.” She called toward him to get his attention. He turned back to her to see that her yoga sweatshirt was still on. However, her sweatpants had been removed. It was simply her brown tail, along with her brown tail with the white highlight. Apparently the wheel of fortune hit a thousand mark. “Then we’ll talk about taking a shower afterward.”

She leaned forward, putting her hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks a bit. Her wet quim was already at an advanced stage of arousal. Apparently the yoga was agreeing with Golden on a different level. Her light green eyes furrowed, her impatience was palpable and Winter had no real say in the matter.

She was growing accustomed to getting a good licking, and it didn’t really take any coaxing from the azure unicorn. He ducked right down and lunged his tongue deep into her labia folds. She drew in a sharp breath as his tongue began to move around the sensitive, pink areas of her skin. Her juices gushed a bit as her hand went up to her breast, squeezing with two fingers around her nipple.

“It doesn’t matter to me how we get married, Winter. Tiny details don’t bother me. If I let everything in my life overwhelm me, I won’t last long as a mother.” She put her hand on her belly and rubbed the top of it. Then her hand planted back onto the bed as she inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me with your tongue!” Golden’s face turned red as her knees buckled. She wriggled under the pressure of his sucking lips. That was when he attacked the very well known bump. “HA! NO! Winter! Not yet!” Her ass shook with a bit of a quake as she squealed! She came hard, almost wanting to kick him for doing it again. Ever since her hormones went ballooning, her clitoris was entirely too sensitive for its own good.

She leaned her head onto the ground, keeping herself on her knees. Though, staying in that position right now was a horrible chore. She turned a mean face toward him and snorted.

“You know you can’t just attack me like that. I’d like to stay awake if that’s alright with you!” She slapped his arm lightly. “If I fall asleep in the middle of this, I’m blaming you!” She pointed a jagged finger toward him and smiled a bit nervously.

That was when she felt it, though. Apparently, he had been undressing as he kept her busy. He was now down to a t-shirt. Winter’s immunity to the cold was something of a marvel to her. That was coming from someone who played hockey for her entire life. Now he was five inches deep within her and gaining depth. Her anger washed away as he grinned and hilted himself balls deep.

Knowing he had to keep her entertained for just a little while, he decided she needed some sleep aid. He was off like a jackhammer. He banged her as fast as he could, though not too hard. She grabbed onto his arm and gave tiny moans on each press of his pelvis to hers.

It amazed her how soft he was humping her while still going so fast. Her vagina produced plenty of lube for him to use and the sensation of his massively hard cock filling her tube made her grip his arm harder. She couldn’t even speak at this point and the blue haired stallion plunged his dick ever so deep inside. With both hands, he held her ass cheeks open to get the full length of his shaft into her fuck hole.

“Y-y-you can’t get me anymore--mmmm!!!--pregnant! Don’t hold b-back!” She moaned loud as she held on for dear life as he pistoned in and out of her. The brown unicorn lady’s big, milk filled boobs bobbed up and down. She couldn’t help herself, Golden had to push back against him. Their banging was in sync. They were still trying so hard to be gentle, but it didn’t matter for long.

Golden Goal had no problem reaching orgasm. The hard part was staving it off. She tried so hard to keep stable, but it all fell apart as she trembled. The unicorn lady pressed her nose against the yoga mat as he kept up his pace all the way up until he finally spewed inside of her.

He drenched her flames with his spouting semen. He softly patted her ass, right next to her cutie mark. She yipped a bit and her butt jumped up a little. His blue spotted cock kept deep inside of her with his balls against her crotch.

“Well, I guess that concludes my yoga.” She was now resting her head on the semi-soft yoga mat. Her ass was still straight up in the air as he pulled his cock out, followed by a small slew of semen.

“I would think so.” Winter said as he squeezed his shaft just a little bit to get a bit of that sensation and dribbling jizz out of it. He reached over to the side, grabbing a baby wipe off of the end table beside the couch and cleaned off his genitalia. “So, I guess you’re on board with the whole idea of--” He looked up from his cleaning to see that his fiance was now on her side, passed out on the mat. Winter imagined it was going to be a neat little trick getting her to bed.

It never failed. Every single time she came to their house, she had to see Ember Wing. Frozen loved being a mother, as hard as it was being single. However, every time she saw the little orange pegasus boy, she melted like hot butter. Even when he started randomly crying, she couldn’t help but snuggle him and rock him in her arms. She knew that he wasn’t going to be a little tyke for much longer so she knew she had to get in as much baby time as she could before he turned into a little boy.

The bright blue mare smiled as Ember finally fell asleep in her arms. His head resting on her shoulder while her hand gripped his bottom and her other hand petted his tiny mane.

“Are you kidding me? You know I love you, Fable. I would never say no to you. It’s not your fault that you wanted a December wedding with Winter. It seems obvious now, sure, but the heart wants what it wants.” Frozen leaned over and put Ember in his travel bassinet on the other side of the couch. It was little more than a fold out cushion with a blanket.

Fable watched her do this from his chair and marveled in how easily she took care of his son. She was a natural, that was for sure. However, there was obviously something else on his mind and Frozen caught onto it rather quickly. She made her way back to her seat on the couch and tilted her head in question.

“There’s still the fact that we just doubled a wedding and we barely had the planning done for the original wedding. Now we pretty much need to scrap everything and go back to the drawing board. I think the only thing we have done is the food and the flowers. That’s assuming Winter and Golden will be okay with that setup.” Fable said as he put his thumb and pointer finger on his forehead, pinching his t-zone.

“You really do get stressed easily, don’t you, Fable?” Frozen reached over to the side table and picked up her mug of coffee, sipping it as she grinned at the stallion who was giving her an annoyed look. “Well, believe it or not, I’m something of an expert when it comes to organizing weddings, and if you ask me nicely, I can be your wedding planner.” She smiled brightly at him and he raised an eyebrow.

“You? Aren’t you busy a lot?” Fabled asked, not wanting to make it sound like she’s ever been neglectful. However, thanks to her successful chain of ice cream stores, she found herself doing a lot of the expansions personally to make sure they had the quality she was looking for.

“I’m never too busy for something so important as my son’s wedding. Now that it includes you and your bride-to-be, I suppose that makes it that much more important to me. You said you already have a Justice of the Peace lined up and I can take it from there.” Frozen sipped her coffee once again, a grin on her face at Fable’s flabbergasted look. “What?”

“You’re seriously offering to be my wedding planner?” Fable was obviously still trying to wrap his head around the idea. Frozen was an incredible mare, but such a feat would be monumental. Not to mention, it would lift an enormous weight off of his shoulders. He couldn’t speak for Letty. She wasn’t totally fixed on the subject of the wedding, but there were certain things she wanted to see during it.

“In a word, yes. I’m more than capable, and I’m certain I can do it to your liking. Just give me a bit of freedom to act and I’ll put together a little shindig for the whole family. You can pay me back later. I prefer favors over money any day.” She winked at him, making him raise an eyebrow.

The door knocked at the front and Fable checked the time on the clock. His eyes widened when he noticed that so much time had already passed. He excused himself as Frozen waved him off, taking another sip of her coffee.

Fable opened the door to see a very familiar face. The bengal spotted cat lady smiled and waved. She removed her sunglasses, dressed in a fluffy black jacket and long pants. The white fluff on her hood made her look something like an eskimo. That, and the fact that she had put on a noticeable amount of weight. Now that she was more comfortable in her position as head baker of her own pastry shop, it gave her more opportunities to taste her creations. The effect it had on her was palpable.

“Hey, Jasmine!” Fable took both of her hands and kissed her cheek. She smiled, returning the kiss to his cheek and he took her diaper bag from her arm. It was strangely heavy.

“G’day. How’s the little bubby boy?” The fluffy cat woman smiled and walked in as he prompted her.

“Frozen Pop came over and held him until he went to sleep. He’s still there.” He directed her toward the main room where the unicorn was, indeed very softly rocking him while he snoozed on her shoulder.

“Hi, Frozen. Quite a nice little bundle you got there.” She said with a sweet smile as Frozen giggled, looking at the orange little angel on her.

“Jasmine, always a pleasure.” Frozen said as she leaned back, and took her hand off of the baby to give her a good angle to pick him up. With very little effort, the cat lady picked Ember Wing up and held him against her chest. She was very careful not to wake him and keep his head supported. “How long do you have him today?”

“Pretty much the whole day. Fable said it’s going to be busy.” She explained, looking at Fable who couldn’t disagree. He put her diaper bag, which was simply a repurposed gym bag, onto the floor next to the couch and opened it up. He couldn’t help but be a little bit curious as to what could weigh so much. There were three whole packages of wipes, a full bag of diapers, five bottles, two small teddy bears, a changing mat and the entire series of the Fluffy Pony Funtime Show. It was a neat little box set that included all of the episodes, including the three movies.

“Good God, you came a bit over prepared, didn’t you?” Fable asked as he looked up at Jassy, who giggled.

“No such thing.” Both the ladies said in sync. Fable shrugged and got to his hooves.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta get going. I need to meet everyone I’ve ever known for lunch and see if I can hold onto my sanity in the process.” The red pegasus leaned over and gave Frozen a small peck on the cheek, which she graciously accepted.

The red pegasus made it to the coffee house just in time. The blue rental car pulled up to the parking lot shortly after he was seated. Part of him wasn’t sure if he wanted to be the one to meet her at a public place, especially since she was liable to start crying at the prospect of her baby boy getting married.

Stargazer came into the diner and held her arms open toward him as she walked right past the host who raised a finger, but then shrugged as she didn’t notice. They embraced, and their wings fluttered a bit as they tightened their hug.

“How’s the groom-to-be?” She whispered as she let him go and he led her back to the table. Her excitement to get to the talking was noticeable, but it was obvious that she at least made an attempt to tone it down.

“The groom-to-be is a bit stressed, underslept with a packed schedule, but otherwise, he’s fine.” Fable said with an easy-going tone that made Stargazer a tiny bit uneasy. “Don’t worry about me, Mom, I’ve been through tougher dilemmas than this and I made it out just fine.”

“While working with a bitch that you thoroughly did not like in a strange town with which you knew very few ponies in. Yes, if you would have just let me bring you back home, you could have gotten a fresh start.” Star said, seeing that Fable’s brow only lowered the more she was talking. It was then that she realized that she brought up a very sore subject, opening an old wound as it were. She forced herself to take a very deep breath, reminding herself that he was in enough stress as it were without her trying to make him into that 18 year old that left home far too soon as far as she was concerned.

“I’m sorry, Fable, I’m not trying to make this about that at all. It’s more about another problem…” She looked off to the side, drawing a concerned look from him. “I just got done talking to Sun Fire on the way over here…”

“Oh, don’t tell me.” The red pegasus facepalmed as the waitress stepped up with their silverware and two glasses of water.

“I’ll have the appetizer sampler.” Fable said as he handed her the menu. “She’ll have the peach cobbler with a daisy salad, no dressing.” She said, motioning toward his mom, whose eyebrow raised. That was exactly what she was going to order. The waitress nodded to him and he nodded back. “Thank you.” As soon as the waitress turned back around, his eyes darted back to his mother. “He’s not coming, is he?”

“No,” She sighed. Fable’s disappointment was painted across his face to the extent that it made Stargazer wince. “Of course, he wanted to come. He even packed his bags and was ready to leave until he got the call he’s been waiting for since he became an actor.”

“I’m sorry, what?” His eyebrow raised and he blinked.

“He got a part in an actual A-list movie with three top named actors in Equestria.” She explained, then got her phone out and switched her screen over to an announcement of the movie’s production start. “He’s no bigger than a bit part with two lines, but he’s in enough scenes to keep him in Cloudsdale for the rest of December.”

Of course, that meant that Fable was the jerk in this situation. Here he was about to get married and expecting everyone else to uproot their lives to come to his ceremony. This was pretty typical of Sun Fire, if he was being honest. Ever since they were kids, Sun had to one-up Fable in everything they did. Competition was the name of the game and Sun Fire was not going to lose to anyone. His brother would never admit it, but it ate away at him that Fable was a successful author of a book trilogy with a second series in the works. This made him amp up his acting career at every turn in order to make up for lost time. Now someone was giving him a chance in the big leagues and Sun Fire was not going to slouch.

“Alright, alright, it’s fine. He was there for Ember’s birth, so I’ll just call it even, for now.” Fable caused his mother to put on a sour expression. “I’m kidding. Honestly, I can’t blame him. If I had the chance to work with Red Carpet, I’d totally do it.” He said as his eyes scanned over the announcement that his mom held up. Then he looked closer at it. “Whoa, Celestial Style? Wow.”

“Yeah, the mare from Filly Hits Manehattan. I hated the movie, but I loved her in it.” Star Gazer looked at her phone again and scrolled down to the full cast list.

“Yeah, when she was eleven.” Fable said, then waved the topic away as the waitress came back with their food. “Anyway, I have a million and one places to be today. Thanks to Winter, it looks like both of our families are going to hate us for changing plans on them.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. Not all of them are as shallow as my baby boy.” Star Gazer said as she put a scoop of daisies into her mouth. He couldn’t help but give her a bout of sarcastic laughter as he also dug in. “Now, about my grandson.” Fable grunted with a nod. “How is he liking that toy piano I got him? Isn’t it cute?”

Fable immediately stopped eating and glared at his mother, who grew puzzled.

Cats and Babies

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.

One Good Night

The day had been all about talking to relatives, telling them all of the new plans taking place. When Winter wasn’t explaining things to his relatives, he was getting measured for a tux. He had to choose colors, get flower arrangement plans to show to his mother, choose food items of all sorts and then he had to look after his pregnant bride-to-be. By the time he made it to Cloud Stone, he was not exactly feeling up to it. However, he promised he would be there and getting stupid drunk sounded like it could only help at this point.

Across town, he knew that Golden Goal was going to her own bachelorette party with Letty. It seemed a little strange that the guys would go to a night club while the girls went to the best strip joint in town. The Sharkbite Lounge was more than happy to take them into their capable hands. As much as he wanted to see what Vodka had in store for them, Winter knew he was just entirely too exhausted for such an excursion at that moment. Not to mention, there was plenty of time for all of that after the wedding and everything settled.

The azure unicorn locked his car as he approached the door, eyeing the very long line that almost spanned the length of the front building. The security at the door was a large mass of muscle and pudge who stood at least a foot above Winter and held up his hand to stop him before he came to the front of the line and held up his clipboard. There was a separator stand between the two of them, showing people where to stand and how far away to stand before they could enter.

“Name?” The black pegasus asked as his eyes scanned the paper.

“Winter Solstice.” He said, noting the annoyed expressions of the people in line who had probably been waiting a good thirty minutes to get in. “I’m in VIP room eight.”

The guard noted this with a nod and lifted up the paper to view the one underneath. Fable’s name was first, Winter’s was second. He grunted at this and unlatched the rope, standing aside.

“Welcome to Cloud Stone.” The large pegasus said, and then gave a cross look toward the other wouldbe patrons as they started to make a fuss at his entrance. It was Thirsty Thursday, and the club seemed to know it. The music was lively while the crowd got their drink on. There weren’t a lot of dancers that night, just a few ponies trying to show off their moves on the floor while the drunken crowd paid them little mind. Winter waved at Venue as he served drinks at the bar.

The large bright blue and white spotted earth pony’s eyes lit up at Winter as he waved back. He waved for Winter to come over to him as he reached behind him and grasped a serving plate full of shots.

“Winter! Always a pleasure, my good pony.” Venue said as he handed over the platter. “These are for your group. You mind bringing it with you? I’m swamped right now.” He said, nodding toward the line of ponies waiting for their drinks. All of his waitresses were already taking orders from the tables as well.

“Of course! Always happy to help.” He said as he took the platter with one hand and a shot with the other. He knocked back the shot glass and breathed out a bit of the fire it produced in his throat. He nodded his thanks and handed the shot to Venue, who took it with a nod. “Just testing it.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” Venue chuckled and filled up another shot to put on the plate. “Enjoy, big guy. I got my invitation today!” He said as he reached under his register and produced a bright blue envelope. “Tell your Mom thanks again for me.”

This drew a curious look from him. His mother had just taken on the responsibility of wedding planner and already managed to send out invitations. He smiled at Venue with a nod.

“Will do.” Winter turned as Venue waved and turned his attention back to the customers who continued to crowd his bar. More and more, he noticed that the wedding was taking shape and the idea was becoming real to him. It was surreal that all of this was working toward his wedding. The fact that Fable was in the mix made it all more of an outlandish prospect.

This all came to a head when he opened the VIP room, and there was his crowd. All of them sat around the table in the center of the room, lot’s of shot glasses both full and empty strewn about the surface. Fable sat behind the table, beside him was Death Metal, beside her was Jet Stream, then Night Moon. Beside the dark blue pegasus was a neon blue earth pony that he didn’t recognize. Beside her, Voltage sat with her back to the table. She eyed Winter with a smile and a wave, but didn’t say anything.

Fable was talking to Patch Note on the other end of the table when they all turned to the door. It was then that he noticed that even Fable’s dad was there. The red pegasus was almost exactly the same shade as him, albeit a darker shade of crimson. He was also visibly older with a bit more paunch on his gut.

“Hey! There he is!” Fable said, and all of them. They all said his name, also recognizing that he brought a good deal of shots with him. “There’s the man of the hour.”

“Winter! Come on in! Have a seat!” Night Moon said as he lifted a shot glass toward him and downed it as he sat down, setting the tray of shot glasses down as a few of them leaned forward and grabbed a few.

Winter sat beside Sun Storm, Fable’s dad, and got a firm pat on the back.

“Winter, my boy, how’s the family?” Storm said as he also grabbed a shot and drank it in the blink of an eye. He was obviously already somewhat inebriated and it was rather easy to tell. He was always more talkative with a few drinks in him, as Winter remembered from his limited time spent with the older pegasus.

“Pretty good, how have you been holding up?” Winter had a drink as the rest of the party started to talk once again. This caused the older stallion to laugh a little bit and shrug.

“I’ve been holding up, somewhat. It’s not me you should be worrying about, though. My boy, you and my son are taking that big step and I’m proud of you. Just know that marriage is a fickle thing and you gotta ride that bull no matter how hard it kicks. How long you been with that girl of yours?”

“Oh, around three years.” Winter said and this made Storm’s eyes widen a bit.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad. That’s a lot longer than I was with Stargazer before we even had Fable.” Storm had another shot and sighed a bit. “Sure is nice to see you kids having that kind of friendship, Winter. I just wanted to thank you for being there for Fable. Now you two are getting married and things are going to change. I heard you even knocked up your blushing bride. Getting that maternal wedding dress. I’m proud of you!”

The way Storm worded the two of them getting married made Winter’s eyes dart back and forth. That was when both of them looked over at Fable as he was talking to Patch.

“I mean, how soft is her fur? Do you ever pet her while you two are in the sack?” Fable asked him, making Patch’s eyes widen a bit. Before he could even reply. “Nah, I’m sorry, bro. My word filter’s a little off.”

“No, it’s a solid question, Fable.” Storm said, causing both Fable and Patch to look at his dad. “I’ve never even met an Abyssinian, but I’ve heard their crazy accents. It’s like Trottingham but it’s got that slang vibe. Has she ever asked you to ‘root’ her? Is it true about what it means?”

Patch’s face went blood red and he took another drink of his mixed drink before bashfully nodding. This caused all three of the ponies to laugh.

“That’s awesome!” Winter said. Before he could ask anything else, the neon earth pony girl spoke among them.

“Come on, guys! You shouldn’t be asking him such personal questions like that!” Shrapnel spoke, drawing everyone’s attention around the table. “Just come out with it. Is she a soft fuck or has she got some teeth behind her?” She asked, directing every darted question toward Patch, whose face went from surprised to absolutely dumbfounded in record time.

This caused quite the commotion throughout the room as some of them laughed and others pressed the question while Patch put up his defenses. He was both laughing and asking them questions about their sex lives before he ever dared to answer any more of theirs.

“Hey,” Jet tapped Fable to get his attention and he turned to her. “What’s this I hear about your brother not coming to the wedding?” He blinked at the question and started to ask how she heard that. Then he remembered that she was an ace journalist who couldn’t keep her snout out of other people’s business. He laughed a little bit and shook his head.

“He’s up in Cloudsdale, making an A-list movie. Mom says that his part is small but it’s the exposure he’s been looking for. It happens.” He said as he knocked back another shot.

“It happens.” She said, but he could tell she was calculating something. Before he could ask her what she was thinking, though, the door opened once again. This time who else walked in but two unicorn stallions of gray and white. Disterious and Diamond Sword brought a bottle of alcohol each and waved their hands as everyone greeted them with drink and merriment. Fable walked to both of them after getting up carefully. He kissed Disterious on the cheek and they embraced. Diamond sat on the other side of Winter and they patted each other on the back and shared in a drink.

“I’m so happy for you, Fable. It’s wonderful that you found a partner in life.” Disterious said as he joined Fable in his celebration. Where is Spark? I thought you three were inseparable?”

Fable raised an eyebrow at this comment, then noticed that he, Winter and Spark had a bit of a reputation over the years. He snorted a bit at this and snickered. “Well, he said he was going to Letty’s bachelorette party this time around. He had looked forward to going to the Sharkbite Lounge and decided he’d try and catch both get-togethers. Whether he’ll show up tonight is another matter.”

Then both of them looked over at Voltage, who had said very little all night but drank more than her fair share of liquor. Whenever she was asked what was wrong, she dodged the question like a bullet and went back into her own head. It was clear that she and Spark were having some problems. What those problems were, that was between her and him.

“Can’t say I blame him.” Disty said as he eyed Fable. “I would think you were going to have your celebration over there. What changed your mind?”

“Oh, Letty said she wanted to enter married life with a clear conscience and I was fine with it. I’d imagine they’re having a good time, just like we are.” Fable said and tapped his shot glass with Disty with a smile and a nod. They both drank and the red pegasus belched.

“Yeah, I’d imagine.” Disterious chuckled.

Letty was already down to her underwear and bra as her shirt came off. As soon as she swung around the stripper pole, she slung the shirt into the stripclub crowd. The crowd loved her, even though she wasn’t the normal kind of entertainment. The announcer called her the lovely bride-to-be and she was a bit nervous. Though, as soon as the music started, she cut loose as best she could.

Her adoring fans in her VIP room looked on as she started to undo her bra in front of them. Grem was first to reach for it as Letty dropped it toward them and Lemon Square, the yellow pony with a braided purple mane looked at her with a scowl as she put it in her mouth.

The yellow pegasus almost completely forgot that she was dancing in front of friends that had never seen this side of her. Electric Spark, Golden Goal and even Fable’s mother, Stargazer looked in awe as she turned around, bending over to let all of them see her nether regions as she tugged her panties to her ankles and kicked them to the back of the stage as the music beat against the speakers in that very large, very expensive private room.

The only one who wasn’t cheering or staring in disbelief was Grave Rush, who sat in his chair with a mixed drink. It was clear that he never should have bet Letty that she couldn’t do a strip show. Not only was she supposed to go down to topless, but she actually seemed to have some skill on the pole. Now she was squatting down low to the floor and shaking her bare ass straight toward Grave. If he weren’t so fiercely aroused by the show, he’d be quite somber at that moment.

She spun on one hoof to face him with her ass low toward the ground and her legs wide to show off her very moist, almost dripping vagina. With a devious grin, she reached around to the side of the stage and picked up a lasso rope that was used for the rope tricks and rodeo shows on the stage where they catch unsuspecting members of the crowd.

Showing surprising skill with a lasso, Letty spun it around above her head and toss it toward a dumbfounded Grave Rush. The rope managed to make it past his shoulders before she pulled it tight around him and stood him up against the stage. The naked pegasus put on a devilish grin as she hopped down and pushed him over. He gave a bit of a yelp as his back hit the ground and she wrapped the rope all the way around his wrists and ankles as they all got caught together.

Her little crowd went wild as her tits flopped up and down when she stood, her hands out to either side of her. She bowed and giggled as she held up one finger.

“A drink for me, please!” Letty shouted, and looked over to Citrus at the tiny little bar near the VIP door. The shark girl rolled her eyes and began pouring into the mixer. As Quick Bullet walked over toward her, bare naked still, Grave gazed up at her, his face growing worried.

“Hey! What about me?” He said as he attempted to free himself from his bonds. “Hey!”

She waved over at Golden and motioned for her to follow. She had been chatting it up with Stargazer and discussing the wondrous world of pregnancy and how morning sickness happened whatever part of the day it wanted. She hadn’t seen Letty naked all that much and couldn’t help but stare at some of her body as she approached the bar with her.

“Letty, you know you don’t need to stick to alcohol free for me. This is both of our bachelorette parties in one. You should be getting wasted with everyone else.” Golden said as Citrus smiled and handed her the Cherry Virgin with an actual cherry in it.

“We’re getting married together, that practically makes us sisters, Goldie. Honestly, I know you about half as well as I want to. Seems how our children will be playing together, that needs to change.

Golden thought for a moment. The fact that Ember was going to be barely a year older than her upcoming daughter hadn’t occurred to her in that light. The fact that she already had a friend handpicked from the litter was somewhat comforting. She didn’t dare hope that she would end up with Ember as they budded into stallion and mare. That sort of thing rarely worked between filly friends.

Letty held up her Cherry Virgin and clicked glasses with Golden as they both drank.

“Ummm, Letty, you know Grave is still struggling to get up, right?” Citrus said, directing attention over to the gray earth pony with the black and green hair. He’d rolled over onto his side as the rest of them partied it up. They’d occasionally give him a glance and a smile but mostly they ignored him.

“He’s fine.” Letty giggled with Golden as they began to hug it out a little bit.

“Oh, Letty, it’s finally happening.” Her eyes began to well up with tears and Letty could already hear the bright brown mare’s breath become labored with the oncoming tears. “I’m sorry, ever since I got pregnant, I can’t handle these kinds of emotions!” She said as she began to weep on the naked pegasus’ shoulder, who patted her back and rubbed it a bit.

“Just let it out, Golden. No one’s judging.” Letty smiled at Citrus, the green shark pony waitress who was determined to never get married or pregnant at this point.

Very few ponies in the room took notice of the crying bride-to-be, however. Lemon Square, the yellow earth pony sat with Stargazer in front of the stripper stage and looked across the floor to see Grem on her knees in front of Spark’s chair. They only caught little glimpses of his large, rock hard phallus. She was not letting up on his knob, either. Her mouth wrapped around the head and sucked while he sat and watched her. Though, he was talking quietly and it was impossible to hear.

“I just don’t know anymore, Grem. I’ve been companions with Voltage since the womb and we’ve never been separated.” Spark said as she nodded her understanding while his dick made its way down her throat. He breathed in deep as he grunted a bit. “Moving in with Vineyard sounds like the right thing to do, but then what’s going to become of Gemini Ties?”

“It sounds like the right thing to do.” The bat pony said as she licked a little bit of precum off of his dick. “But what feels like the right thing to do? I know you love your sister, but she should have known this was coming.” Grem said as she jerked his stiff member with one hand and then began to kiss his nice bulbous balls.

“I know.” Spark said that, but did he really know? Looking back on all of it, he and Voltage were twins, but like a married couple at the same time. The way they fought in the past few weeks, you’d think they were married, if it weren’t for the striking resemblance. That was when he sighed. After all of the stuff going on, he was exhausted. That was when he felt her teeth put very gentle pressure on his very sensitive glans penis.

“Hey.” She said, giving his cock a soft pat. “This is supposed to be a time to forget our troubles. You said you needed some relaxing time. Well, this is that time.” Grem smiled and began to lick all along its side.

“Ummm, Miss?” Both of their heads turned as they heard the voice of an older mare. And both of them locked up a bit as they noticed it was Stargazer. Both of them completely forgot she was here. She was dressed in a pretty red dress that had a slit going up the left side of her skirt. The shoulder straps were thin and her dark blue coat of fur popped with the color as a result. She combed a bit of her teal mane out from in front of her face and gave a nervous smile. “Your friend over there told me that you wouldn’t mind if I… did…”

Grem smiled sweetly and leaned the towering boner over toward her so it pointed straight. She gave it a tiny stroke and giggled. “Did you want some?”

Stargazer’s cheeks went blood red and she couldn’t help but tighten her legs around her welling pussy as it gushed a bit. Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of Spark as well. The pegasus and the bat pony began sharing the dick between their mouths, kissing the shaft on either side.

Not far from the three in the chair, Grave Rush blinked as he watched them lick and suck on Spark’s pulsing member and he couldn’t hide the fact that he was sporting an enlarged genitalia inside his own pants. Without warning, he felt a bit of pressure on his crotch, making him wince and look to see a naked Letty standing over him. Her hoof was firmly planted against the crotch of his pants as she began to move up and down on top of it.

“Wow, someone’s a bit pent up, isn’t he?” Letty giggled some as he sneered toward her. He knew that she wanted him to beg and she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Even as there came a dark spot of precum at the tip of his cock showing clearly through his pants, he would not relent.

He did not have long before he felt his pants began to loosen. Grave was unable to get a good angle to look at what she was doing, but she had leaned over toward him and felt her begin to relieve his pants. With him being hogtied like this, moving his pants downward was a bit of a chore. Finally, Grave felt his very hard cock flop free of its bindings and her warm, inviting mouth engulfed him almost completely.

Citrus sat beside Golden Goal on a couch, who had fallen asleep after a good long crying session. On the far end of the room, she bared witness to all of the lewd spectacles transgressing in the VIP room. As part owner of this club, she was obligated to stop them, but saw Grem pull the dress off of the dark blue pegasus. Stargazer’s large breasts bounced from her dress top as she used them both to wrap around the tan penis in front of her while Grem sucked on the head.

For now, Citrus thought, her duties as a stripclub owner could wait. She slowly distanced herself from a sleeping Golden. The green pony with two hoops pierced through her nipples uncovered them and gave her right one a little pinch. She leaned just enough to catch the action as Letty lowered herself upon the very nicely shaped and swollen manhood, biting her lip as she sank him into her warm, dripping quim.

The young shark mare couldn’t help but notice that she had upped her skirt to reveal she had no panties. However, two hands were now spreading her legs apart to expose her even more. The yellow earth pony mare grinned as she got a good look at the swollen, juicy pussy.

“Needing some help?” Lemon Square held a finger up to her lip and looked over at the sleeping unicorn at the other end of the couch. Having shushed the green pony, her tongue went deep within that very lively, twitching sheathe. Citrus silenced herself as much as she could and scowled at Lemon Square.

“I’ve told you when you can eat my pussy.” The mock angry look on her face not fooling Lemon at all.

“Yeah, I know, after hours. These ponies don’t care, and we got the room until noon tomorrow.” She grinned even wider at Citrus. “I think this counts as off hours that you’ll be billed anyway.” She whispered, then began eating those beautiful labia folds like she was being paid for it.

The shark pony tried not to laugh, then once again tried not to become too loud as she gave a nice, long moan toward the sexy yellow mare. Citrus ran her fingers through her wonderful purple mane.

“I’ll get you back for this.” Her face turned red as her lubrication naturally spread over her pink slit. She had a perfect view of Grem bouncing up and down on Spark’s dick while the very experienced and giving blue mare lapped her tongue over his balls. He was soon forced into cumming deep inside the bat pony as she too tried to remain quiet. She knew the rules of the Sharkbite, and she didn’t want to get bitten if they got caught… again.

Letty had finally untied the gray earth pony. As an apology for keeping him tied up for so long, she let him ride her on all fours. He railed her hard and slapped her ass. This drew shushes throughout the room. The music was still playing in the background of the club, but none of them were getting caught if they could help it.

“Sorry.” Grave said, waving at them and then continuing to pound the yellow pony’s pussy as she covered her mouth to keep silent. She squealed in a way that she was glad no one heard it over the music.

Citrus had cum twice by the time Lemon started fingering her with two digits and licking her hungry clitoris.

Grave, on the other hand, pulled out from Letty’s vagina and pumped a heavy amount of cum onto her ass cheeks. She didn’t mind so much. Letty knew they had showers in the back. Not to mention, she was already trembling with her own nice orgasm. She smiled back toward the gray pony and blew him a little kiss.

“Not gonna be getting out of here that easy, am I?” Letty said as she looked back at her glazed butt cheeks. Then she heard a small photo snap sound effect coming from Golden’s direction. The sleepy pony was at the perfect angle to get the whole scene on photo. Before passing out again, she labeled it “Quick Bullet Bachelorette ‘20” then whispered. “Classic.”

Letty gasped as she realized her splattered ass was now caught on digital film! The look of shock plastered across her twisted face. “Golden!”

Later that Night

The night was shot, the night club was closed and there was too much to do the next day. Both Fable and Winter were the last ones to be picked up. They tried their best to look sober as possible, because some drivers could deny them if they felt that they would barf in their car. They sat in the back seat and leaned on either arm rest with their hands flat against their cheeks.

“Man, I am done talking to relatives. You’re lucky most of your family lives here.” Fable looked over at Winter, who shrugged. As the car moved, Winter started to feel a few symptoms of highway hypnosis without even staring at the road for that long.

“You can call it luck. You’re fortunate you don’t have to get your father-in-law’s blessing.” Winter said, chuckling a little as he eyed Fable’s puzzled expression. “Long story. Don’t ask.”

“Then don’t bring it up, you loon.” Fable leaned a little more toward Winter and scowled at him. “What exactly happened with Score Keeper?”

The azure unicorn rolled his eyes. He knew full well that he shouldn’t have gone that far with the conversation. He also knew that both of them being so drunk was a bad time to be having it. He tried to sit up straight, but ended up leaning too far. Next thing he knew, his snout was up against Fable’s cheek, giving him an impromptu nuzzle. Fable’s eyes blinked several times as his eyes turned toward the azure pony.

“Hey, guys, you two aren’t drunk, are you?” The driver asked. He was a younger stallion, but gave off the aura of a former jock in high school. The young teal earth pony eyed them from his rearview mirror.

Their eyes went from him, to each other once again. Winter tilted his head with a shrug, causing Fable to eye him suspiciously. He sighed with slight annoyance and shrugged as well.

“Hey, it’s not like that. My boyfriend just gets affectionate.” Fable said as he pulled Winter in with a kiss to his lips. The azure unicorn wasted no time in pushing his lips back against the red pegasus. Fable glanced over at the driver, who suddenly seemed uninterested, even driving a little faster now.

“Can’t wait until we’re married, love.” Winter said, causing Fable to give him the stink eye. Fable rolled his eyes and put on a smile.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be great.” Then their mouths attached full on, this time, Fable was licking Winter’s tongue inside of his mouth. His hand caressed the side of the unicorn’s face while their breathing became a bit more labored between them.

The dead silence in the front seat spoke volumes to them. They weren’t sure what he was thinking but they didn’t let that hinder their fun. The red pegasus cuddled the unicorn as his fingers ran through his ice blue mane. It wasn’t until their crotches connected through the fabric of their pants that both of them noticed. Immediately, their eyes opened wide as they felt the cylindrical, twitching shafts clearly outlined between them.

After just a few more moments, the car came to a screeching halt, almost enough to cause them whiplash. They both peeked out the window to see that they were, in fact, in front of Fable’s house. The lights weren’t on in any of the rooms, which meant that either Letty wasn’t home, or she had already gone to bed.

“Well, looks like this is your stop, guys. Have a nice evening.” The earth pony said as he put on the worst, fakest smile either of them had ever seen.

“This is just my stop.” Fable said. His eyebrow went up as the driver scowled at both of them. Winter and Fable blinked. Without another word, they exited the car and both whipped out their cellphones to give the driver as few stars as they could give him.

“Hope he wasn’t expecting a tip.” Winter sneered at the asshole driver as he drove off. Then he pointed upward toward the car and called out after him. “Oh, and yeah! We were drunk! Douchebag!”

“Ah, let it go. Homophobes aren’t worth it.” Fable said as he stretched a little bit. “Can you get another ride home?”

“Well, Mom is hanging out with Vodka and I know my wife-to-be is asleep right now. So, not really.” Winter could feel the effects of the alcohol they consumed wearing off a little bit. He wasn’t against going sober on the same night, he just knew that a headache would be impending if he didn’t get some water soon.

“I could call you another cab.” Fable offered, but then noted Winter shaking his head with a grin on his face. “Letty isn’t drinking tonight, she could…” Winter continued to shake his head with that same grin on his face getting wider. “What exactly are you grinning at?”

Before his addled brain could even react, the unicorn ran up on him and grabbed both of his wrists. He didn’t remember getting to his bedroom, but he was suddenly backed up against the wall in front of his king sized bed. His shirt was wide open and coming off as Winter kissed along his neck, making him gasp and suck in a breath between his front teeth.

“Should have called your horny ass a cab.” Fable whispered, causing Winter to chuckle and reach into the front of his pants. As hesitant as the pegasus seemed, his cock was rock solid. Winter could barely get his shaft to budge an inch as he squeezed it and worked his lips onto Fable’s and their tongues began to rub against each other. As their muzzles locked, Fable started shuffling his hands around Winter’s zipper until he brought his long blue phallus from underneath his boxer briefs. He caressed his balls, all the way up to his shaft and felt the small dab of semen at the tip of this throbbing member. The unicorn acted accordingly, tugging Fable’s underoos down to his ankles as he pressed their penises together.

“Been a while.” Winter whispered between their kisses and smiled. “You wanted to know what me and Score did, right?” He said as his precum smeared onto Fable’s dick, feeling his warmth as his hands explored his chest and abs. The red pony grunted as they removed every bit of clothing they had on and Winter stepped back a little, his hand holding the red throbbing member just under the glans.

To Fable’s surprise, he got down to one knee and slid his hands down to his big red balls. Winter took in a good length of the long studly cock in his mouth and made it good and slobbery as he began to suck with some enthusiasm. His hand cradled and massaged his scrotum as his tongue lapped the stiff skin just below his head, swirling around the glans as his mouth took in as much as it could.

“Did you handle his with this much care?” Fable asked as Winter grunted a little. His palm moved up from his balls and stroked his length as it popped out of his mouth. The unicorn smiled and winked as he licked the remaining precum off of the big red dick.

“So, you’ve got a good technique down.” Fable said as he reached down and helped Winter to his hooves. Winter shrugged with a snide look on his face. “Now my dick is all nice and lubed up.”

The smug grin disappeared suddenly as he looked over at Fable, who pushed him back onto the bed behind him. Before he could even protest, the pegasus grabbed onto his ankles and widened his legs to reveal his asshole as his butt cheeks sat on the edge of the bed cushion.

“Dirty move, you red jerk!” Winter’s eyes widened as Fable could only smile and place the front of his dick between the azure cheeks. His cock head rested against Winter’s ball sack and rubbed against him. The unicorn attempted to act like he didn’t find this totally hot, but his raging boner told Fable otherwise.

“Yeah, it’s called payback time, you blue slut!” His spittle soaked prick finally penetrated Winter’s ass. The pony on his back grabbed handfuls of bed sheet and gripped them tight as his eyes closed and his teeth clenched hard. This was the first time he’d felt Fable’s girth inside of him and he was not small. He couldn’t help but utter a deep moan as the big red cock burrowed into his depths.

As he began to fuck his best friend, Fable looked down at his blue spotted prick. With one spit on his shaft, the red pony grabbed him, jerking him off vigorously with his own dick still romping against Winter’s backside.

The azure unicorn was already mounting his way to an orgasm. The two sensations of a hot prick jamming against his ass and his cock getting such a lively handjob was almost too much to bear. His voice strained against the back of his throat. He felt so full and all of the sensations were literally driving him wild. He didn’t even notice that he was moaning so loud, that the other empty rooms resonated with the noise his mouth was involuntarily making.

As soon as he felt that sweet jizz fill his cavity, he responded accordingly, his cock spewing hot seed onto Fable’s abs. After about five big shots, Fable’s stomach was painted and after six shots, so was Winter’s insides.

With his head swirling from a lot of alcohol and an ill-advised workout afterward, Fable pulled out of his friend’s anal cavity and plopped down beside him on the bed. Both of them huffed a great deal with Winter on his back and Fable on his stomach, they enjoyed the cool air that began to emit from the air conditioner. The sweat rolled down their bodies’ surface as their chests heaved back and forth and they basked in an unexpected afterglow.

“How long have you been waiting for that?” Winter’s voice was still a little breathless and his voice signified his sudden urge to sleep.

“A while.” Fable admitted. He reached over and patted Winter’s chest with a limp hand. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun.” He said, causing Winter to snicker.

“Then why did you?” Winter gleamed a smile over at his friend and they both had a good chortle at that.

After a bit of a rest, the two of them cleaned up. Both themselves and the smearing jizz they’d gotten on the sheets. Fable had to remind himself to put this comforter in the wash tomorrow. At that moment, though, he wasn’t too worried about it being at the hoof of the bed. Somehow Fable found himself under the covers with Winter, who knew that his normal sleeping place was the guest room. He didn’t care, though, and failed conjure the energy to tell him. Before he knew it, Winter’s arm draped over the red pony’s chest and his chin being nuzzled by the unicorn’s snout.

“You want to do this again, don’t you?” Fable asked him, and his friend hummed his admittance without a moment’s hesitation.

“We’ll have plenty of opportunities after we’re married.” Winter said, causing Fable’s eyes to open and dart at the unicorn, point blank. Winter let out a single snort.

The night was late, but to his surprise, he’d gotten a text message from a number he didn’t recognize. Sun Storm opened his messenger to a double surprise. It was almost the night hours of the morning and he’d taken a cab. It was far too cold and he was in no shape to fly that night. He wasn’t about all of those amateur drivers at all hours of the night. He was old fashioned enough to put more of his trust into the yellow cars. Sure, they cost more, but they weren’t some weirdos who got hired at a glance.

The pegasus was a large contributor to Fable’s physique. In fact, you would be hard pressed to tell them apart, were they the same age. The only real difference was Sun Storm was a slightly darker shade of red and his eyes were emerald green. Those green eyes gazed at his long text message with growing interest.

“Driver, let’s change destinations.” Storm said as the older unicorn in the front glanced back at him.

“Sure thing, where to?”

Only a few minutes later, Sun Storm was tipping the driver as he shut the door behind him. They exchanged waves as the driver rode off. The middle-aged pony with a somewhat bulging gut turned to see a fairly old fashioned suburban house that looked along the lines of houses he was accustomed to in his youth. The bright blue panels and the green window shades on either side of the main windows of the house brought him back to his high school days when he came to pick up a date or watch the game at a friend’s place. He walked with hurried, if wavered steps as he approached the front door.

After he knocked, there came a sight that he certainly didn’t expect. Frozen Pop pushed open the door and smiled as she wore a pink nightgown with blue designs of flowers blossoming from swirling vines. The ice blue unicorn held her door wider and motioned for Sun Storm to enter.

“Welcome, please, don’t be a stranger.” Frozen said, even though the fact of the matter was that they hadn’t met each other a lot these past few years. Even though their sons were the best of chums, he’d not been able to leave Cloudsdale a lot. When he did, it was normally for Fable or some sporting event that he paid out the ass to get to. It was a shame, though, the mare was quite pleasant to be around.

He took the invitation with a nod of gratitude and stepped inside her house as she closed the door.

“Gotta tell ya, a bit of a surprise getting your message at such an hour.” He said as he looked around the house. He’d only been here a couple of times, and it was always just for a few minutes before he needed to take the boys somewhere or drop Winter off.

“Well, a wedding planner’s hours of operation need to be flexible and I found myself in need of a bit of help along those lines.” She said as she already had tea brewing, expecting his arrival. It was already starting to steam the whistle as she walked to it and turned down the stove.

“Is that right? Well, it’s our boys’ wedding, so you better believe you can count on me.” Storm said as he leaned against the kitchen counter as she smiled at him and poured the water into the teacups with stringed labels poking out of them from the bags inside them. “What were you needing?” He asked as she covered the teacups in small lids and turned to him.

“I needed some strong arms. You seem like a jack of all trades, and you seem like you know how to follow simple instructions. You see, my son is normally my strong biceps, but now my little colt has made his way out of my stable.” Frozen said, being sure to hold back any real emotion as she looked just past Sun Storm. She eyed a very old picture of Winter when he was no taller than four feet tall and skinny as a rail. She sat on his lap while she was at a much smaller waistline.

“You kiddin’? I’ve worked two moving companies in my time. I never threw out my back once.” He said as he took the tea cup and sipped it as she threw away the used teabags. “You need me to lift the flower vases?” He asked as he gave a tiny grimace from how hot the tea still was.

“Among other things.” Frozen smiled as she led them both into the the living room where she invited him to sit in one of her cushioned recliners. He placed his tea cup on the side table between them and sat on the exceptionally comfortable chair that rocked back and forth under his rather heavy weight.

“It’s a shame we haven’t had time to have a word or two between us. I can just tell you’re the worldly type that gives me no limit to pleasant conversation. I should have set aside time for you long ago.” Frozen said as she sipped her tea as he chuckled.

“That’s funny, I was thinking something similar. I can’t help but notice we have a good deal in common.” Sun Storm tried his tea again, this time he was actually able to taste it at the more pleasant temperature.

“I do love Fable, and it’s refreshing to know he comes from such good stock.” Frozen blushed a tiny bit. As much as she loved his characteristics, she had to admit that the physical attraction was a definite plus when it came to the red pegasus. His measurements were something to behold.

“Well, I brought him up as best I could. Even when we were going through the separation, he kept his wits about him and took it all in stride. I knew it was hard on him and his brother.” Storm saw her nod in recognition. He thought about bringing up Winter’s dad, who left when he was very young. He thought better of it, though. Bringing up such baggage so close to home never made for good table conversation. “It’s good that both of our kids found such good companions, in the midst of it all.”

“It is.” Frozen could tell Storm was holding back, but she let it go at that. She sipped her tea once again and found him sniffing the contents of his cup with a bit of a confused look. “Is everything alright?”

“Well, I mean, this stuff smells a bit stronger than usual. What is this tea?” He asked, then noticed the unicorn give a bit of a giggle.

“It’s so late, and I didn’t feel like going to sleep, so I fixed up a bit of a caffeinated blend that would keep me energized. I hope you don’t mind. I know people our age should be keeping a decent sleep schedule.”

“Well, it’s working at that. I don’t even feel the alcohol anymore.” He noted the nipple protruding through her nightgown now. In fact, he could feel himself stirring a bit as well. If he didn’t know any better, he thought there was an ulterior reason for drinking this tea that wasn’t advertised.

“Good, I don’t believe an addled minded man should be given an interview. I like to see what I’m hiring.” Her smile turned into a grin, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Interview? Hiring? This sounds a bit more formal than I expected. I wasn’t expecting to get an actual job. Otherwise, I would have dressed for the occasion.” He said as she rose from her seat and finished the contents of her teacup.

“Yes, well, I have prepared a bit of a sample of what you will be lifting. If you’ll follow me to the backroom.” She motioned toward the hallway across the living room, past the entrance of the house.

“Alright,” He looked at his teacup to see he wasn’t even halfway through it. Before she could even utter a word of relief in not finishing it, he downed the rest in two gulps and placed it next to hers on the side table. She almost laughed out loud at this, noting his strong resolve. “Lead the way.” He stood and followed her toward the back of the house. True to her word, he noted that there were a great deal of boxes in one of the rooms they passed. On top of one of the boxes was a cake decorating kit, three different types of vases and a collection of Hearth’s Warming lights all rolled up in neat bundles.

They passed that room, though and she opened the last door on her left. With a flick of her head, she motioned for him to follow her. Before he even got to the doorway, her night gown was pulled off and she flicked it to the floor as she climbed up onto the edge of her bed. Her bright blue fur was in full view, as was her slightly rotund hind quarters. Her cutie mark of a popsicle and snowflakes reminded him of her storefront sign for Frozen Pop’s Frozen Shop and the bedroom eyes were palpable in her expression as she looked back toward him.

“Oh.” He said, gazing at all of her accentuated curves in her slightly ponchy build and her soft exterior. “So, you need some strong arms?”

Her top half of her body leaned down onto her bed sheets and she opened her butt cheeks wide to expose her gaping pussy hole. “The strongest you can muster. I want a stallion of experience for this job. Think you can handle this workload?” As she explained this, he was already dropping his pants and exposing his blackened red manhood that easily rivaled his son’s. The older gentleman wasted no time in showing off his technique as he put his snout in between her butt cheeks and swept a very strong tongue across her already dripping pussy lips.

“Oh! Starting off with an impressive presentation, are we? You interview so well, Mr. Storm.” Frozen trembled as he did the same stroke of his tongue, only in a downward motion, causing her to grunt in reply. With sucking lips, he attached to her pussy as his tongue gave a shallow entrance to her piping cunt and her face turned red as his slow, mercilessly teasing technique was lighting her fire harder than she’d felt in a long time.

Side to side, in and out, whirling around, his tongue explored every crevice of her labia folds, her inner pink skin and her honey hole. His thumbs rubbed her loins in circle motions as his oral muscle lashed against her clitoris. This caused her to burst into loud, sudden moans as she felt jolts of pleasure rock her body. Her sagging tits flopped and her belly jiggled as she began to sweat.

“Mr. Storm! Are you just going to--ooo!--tease me with your mouth? I feel like you’re purposely not showing me your --nnnn!!--true potential!” Frozen’s legs twitched, almost unable to hold up her body as she stayed on all fours and dripped sweat. This slightly chubby, middle aged pegasus had nice thick fingers that poked and prodded all of the right places and his lip movement was some of the best she’d ever felt. However, this only made her hunger grow. Before she knew it, her body was beginning to twitch along with her legs. Her mewling grew louder and her ass backed all the way up onto Fire Storm’s face as his hands squeezed her voluptuous asscheeks in retaliation.

“Fire--Storm! What--no! S-stop! I can’t--” Then he stopped. She was left in a damp puddle of her own sweat with a bit of drool on the side of her mouth and her pussy a sopping mess. “What? What are you doing?” She gasped as she glared back at him. He stood up straight with his cock as hard as a pistol and his arms crossed in front of his chest with a devious smirk on his face. “I was--uunnnff--so close!” Her hand squeezed her own cooch as she clenched her teeth together.

“You told me to stop.” Fire Storm said with a wink that suddenly made her want to attack him outright. “So, I stopped.”

“You bastard! I was two licks away! You can’t just leave me like this!” She got back down on her front and wiggled her ass in the air in front of him. Her eyes were transfixed on that extra dark piece of meat he flaunted between his legs. With one hand, she moved her tail out of the way to expose her dripping quim and puckered asshole so that he could get a good look. Although he looked as if he was stonewalling, two little twitches of his hardening cock showed his weakness. She caught onto this almost immediately and then stuck her two middle fingers into her vaginal opening. “Ooohh, too bad. I guess I’ll just have to finish without you.” She carried a little tune in her voice as she began to finger herself.

All the sudden, his grin turned into a very stern look. She exaggerated her moans and swayed her ass freely as her fingers began pumping her juicy cunny. Frozen began to whisper to herself, she said things about hunky studs and how thirsty she was for some hot cum. That was when she felt her tail moving with a thumb underneath it. Her hand was taken from her pussy and replaced with something that reminded her of a perfectly cased salami that shoved inside of her, causing her eyes to glaze over.

“Yes!” She gushed all over his shaft as she felt him fill every part of her twitching tube. Before she knew it, she was being fucked like a breeding mare and his ditch mashed against her cervix. He beat her insides as if slamming against a front door, demanding to be let in. Her uterus felt the impact and it resonated through her whole body. Her head flicked up and down, causing her blue mane to go wild. She begged him to stuff her like a slut and pound her pussy as if it were being punished.

“You like getting fucked like a whore?” He asked so matter-of-factly that she almost laughed at the question. Only his banging became more rigorous and his precum leaked inside of her, drooling out of his cock and causing her tunnel to slicken. She relished his hands that squeezed both of her ass cheeks. He even put his thumb on her asshole and she cried out as her first orgasm caused her pussy to tighten and loosen at a frightening rate.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Flood me! Fill me to the brem and fuck me like a filthy harlot! Give it to me!” Frozen felt like a budding young high schooler once again. She had to admit that ever since Winter left the house, she’d been through something of a dry spell, and feeling a nice lively cock course through her was just what the doctor ordered.

She mashed her muzzle into the bed cover once again and squealed as her second orgasm took hold. Frozen could feel the oozing juices drip all over the sheets underneath them. The sound of his grunts and quickening breath revitalized her once again as she could feel his member twitch and flare from within. His fingers dug into her malleable cheeks and his thumb pushed against her alternative hole. With another loud yelp muffled into the bed, she spewed juices onto his low bobbing ballsack with another climax.

His piping hot jizz doused her insides and caused an exasperated sigh. His fucking began to slow but he still gave her long, soothing strokes. His cum had lots of volume and she could feel it slosh inside of her, even when his ruts slowed to a soft internal massage.

“So,” Fire Storm said, heaving for breath as he finally sheathed his entire length inside of her. “Do I get the job?” He asked as his hands slide up over her waist and to her soft, drooping breasts where they caressed them and even gently pinched her ice blue nipples. This caused her to give an exhausted giggle with a hand waving in the air, as if it hardly mattered.

“You even get a place to sleep tonight.” She gazed back at him with a warm smile and pecked him on the side of his muzzle, her hand reaching up to hold the other side.

Whatever conversation they had under the covers was very short lived as both of them were far too tired to even think about staying up. There was something special about sleeping in the arms of a kindred spirit. They relished it. They wallowed in the afterglow. They even slept as if they’d been together since the beginning.

Jet Rescue

With the days passing by so quickly, Jet needed to hurry if she was going to pull off her plan. Taking a plane to Cloudsdale seemed silly for those without wings, but those without wings didn’t know what flying was really like. Flying so far to the west on your own steam was rather hard work sometimes, especially with weather conditions being what they were. The cold up above was far worse the higher you got.

Still, Jet had very little time to lose, and already decided she was going to do it. The day was warmer than most and from what she understood, there shouldn’t be any high winds or freezing rain. Taking flight over the city was a joy as she rode the winds and waved at passers by. With a backpack on, a mask and flight goggles, she soared at an altitude that made her look tiny to those on the ground as she exited the city.

The journey was a long one, but it was also refreshing to use her wings so much. She originated from Manehattan, and much of her flying was done for recreational purposes. Using her wings for practical reasons was definitely a plus. She especially liked to listen to her mp3 player along the way. The clouds were thick white cumulous, and they were the best ones to rest on when her wings needed a little break. They also didn’t move very much with the lack of wind blowing that day. As she was in the sky, the blue it reflected from the oceans seemed so pure, so indescribably perfect. The clouds began to reflect the sun’s rays, turning a golden color that she couldn’t stop admiring as she soared above them.

It was nightfall before she finally reached her destination. There it was, Cloudsdale, home of the pegasi. The buildings were made of clouds, the ground was made of clouds and the cloud buildings manufactured more clouds. There were skyscrapers across the vast midland while the outskirts of the big city were covered in parks, houses, and flying ponies. It was strange for her to be among her own people like this. Pegasi were the only ones who could naturally walk on the clouds without falling through them and visitors had very limited time with which magic potions and spells could allow them to do so. Earth ponies and unicorns were rarely seen in the city.

She thanked her lucky stars that there was a roof over the landing pad as she set hoof on a very soft, cushiony cloud and plopped over onto her side. She gasped for breath. Her back was killing her. As light of a load as she carried on her, it didn’t matter because carrying it while flying only made it weigh ten times as much at the end. Her face was numb from the cold air and every part of her ached as she tried to get to her hooves. The first attempt failed as she crumbled back down to the cloud floor, but then there came a few helping hands.

They helped her up and gave her some shelter while she recovered. Despite the end of her journey being lackluster, she felt it was still totally worth the trouble. She fell asleep as soon as she reached her hotel and her face hit the pillow.

It was week two of shooting, and the use of more and more sets was becoming crucial. All of those high technological set pieces. The science fiction setting aboard a starship was costing millions to set up with all of the computers, platforms and custom built gadgets that needed screentime. All of it took months to set up and now it was done. The director brought in his cast and crew and was ready to shoot five scenes all in one day to keep them on schedule.

Much like the extras, Sun Fire was dressed in a platinum white uniform with a cap on top of his head and a nervous twitch in his fingers. To say he was high strung would be understating a hurricane for a slight drizzle. The dark blue pegasus had to wear green sheets over his wings because he played an alien race of earth ponies. The extra appendages on his back were being removed digitally in post production. Why they decided to film this in pegasus country was anyone’s guess. Ninety percent of the extras were pegasus who draped similar covers over their wings and none of them were really happy about it. Still, it was his first A-list acting job, and the five minutes he had on screen would be the first five minutes he’d ever been in such a position.

However, that thought was put on hold as Red Carpet stepped out onto the scene. The crowd of extras were quick to quiet down and get into their positions. The mock military starship crew got to their computer consoles that had strange colors and codes going throughout them. There were symbols that some sci-fi fanatic created running through the screens and each of them were to sit and pretend what they meant as the wall of screens did their work.

Sun Fire, on the other hand, stood among them with his hands behind his back, trying his very best not to stare as she made her way toward him. The very bright red unicorn pony was all decked out in very broad-shouldered purple plated armor. Her face was marked up with cracking skin make-up as her long purple mane was extended to the back of her legs. Her scarred face only seemed to add to her beauty as she walked in a skin-tight black suit that perfectly accentuated her tremendous breasts.

The prospect of beholding such a curvy, Equestria’s #8 Sexiest Mare (says Trotting Post Magazine) and keeping from staring was absolutely absurd. Sun Fire tried to think of what his dad or his younger brother said when faced with such a situation began to allude his thoughts.

The moment was somewhat ruined as a loud mouth shouted on the set. “Alright, ponies! Get ready to give 110%!” A yellow stallion, who was none other than Snap Take, didn’t bother using a megaphone on a closed set; his voice was shrill and disturbingly loud enough. If there was one thing Sun Fire didn’t need, it was a micromanager such as this as his first A-list director. Sun was no stranger to cheeky, over dramatic directors, this was no real trouble for him. However, these guys commanded far more cash in your pocket when you signed onto these megabit deals. If this were a low level playwright or even a higher end Canterlot gig, he could simply ditch or threaten to ditch. Try that here, however, and your rump would be replaced while they brought in your replacement.

“Miss Carpet, we’re going for five takes, if you don’t mind. Dark Reign has just boarded her ship once again, she needs reinforcements to make another attack on the planet. I need urgency, feeling while holding it back some. Dignity.” He spoke like a typewriter and made hand gestures that you would give to a 1st grade child.

“We’ve discussed this. The scene is done right when it’s done right. Put five-take pressure on me and you’ll get a stern look, but not at him. At you.” Red Carpet said, her taller stature and evil costume made her something of an imposing figure as she glared at Snap. Sun Fire was replaceable on a whim. Red Carpet was a potential nail in this film’s coffin.

“Right, whenever you’re ready.” He tossed the subject aside as quick as he had brought it up like it was just another conversation. He turned his baseball cap backwards and squatted down to view the scene and dictate the camera angle for the 40th time that day and made the smallest adjustment angles as possible.

For a moment, Fire Sun observed Red Carpet closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. As she opened them, she didn’t look so much evil in her golden eyes. However, they looked thoughtful, somber and uninterested in details. She was good, Fire Sun noticed, and her no BS glare made starting to make him regret wearing pale white pants.

“Aaaaaand, action!” Snap take said as the extras began pressing buttons and generally looked busy. Dark Reign stepped into the shot as the camera panned around to her, passing Sun Fire up as he turned to her. He made sure to keep his face somewhat worried, but composed.

“Lady Reign, your forces stand ready. Shall I bring their transports to--” He stopped as her eyes darted toward him, the golden orbs shot straight through him as she turned her entire body toward him and loomed over him. In context of actual actress stature, she was only half a foot taller than him. In the finished product, she was to be three feet taller than him. “M-my lady?”

“Now.” She growled toward him in her signature deep female voice. He took three steps back before he heard the dreaded clapping. One single clap before a high pitched male voice shouted.

“Cut.” Snap Take said as he now sat in his chair. “First row, third seat. You are over acting with your movements! Calm down those arms or I’ll move you to the back. Places!”

Red Carpet popped her neck, almost hitting her head on her large plate shoulder as she turned a 180 on her heel. She took six steps to her first mark.

“Scene 65, reel 1, take 2.” The assistant held up the clapperboard in front of the camera and slapped the top down.

“Action.” Snap called out.

The camera panned around the scene once more until it settled on Red Carpet, who walked back up toward the starship crew. Fire Sun turned his gaze back to her, remembering to keep his face muscles trained as they were on the first take. “Lady Reign--”

“Cut!” All of the cast on set bit back an exasperation at his needle-sharp voice. “Fire Sun, what kind of delivery was that?”

Literally everyone in the entire room had the same thought. It was the same delivery he gave on the first take.

“Get your wits, Fire!” He said, causing Fire Sun to lose his wits with the entertaining thought of kicking his hoof right in the yellow pony’s shin. “Places!”

A small sigh passed through his nostrils as he turned back toward the starship extras once again. Everyone kept their places like professionals as best they could as Snap made his little extra changes at the last minute with the camera’s angle once again.

“Scene 65, reel 1, take 3.” The assistant snapped the clapperboard in front of the camera once again. There was a small pause as they kept their spots.

“Action!”

The camera panned around the crowd, passing Sun Fire once again and focusing on Red Carpet as she made her trudge toward him. The camera angle was just over her third person point of view as she approached him, drawing his attention. With a snap, she stumbled to the side as her heel came clean off of her boot.

“Gah! Shit!” Red Carpet shouted as Sun Fire’s eyes darted toward her hoof.

“Cut!” Snap Take shouted with a growl of frustration. “Wardrobe!”

Twenty-five takes before the director finally broke for lunch. Sun Fire’s hooves were aching on the bottom. No matter how good the gel soles were, they couldn’t stop being flattened over long periods of time. He found a large cable spool to sit on while he ate his very large sandwich’s last few bites. He knew there would be a call back to the set soon, and he did not waste any time. As soon as he turned back toward the scene, he was met with a sight that made his eyes almost bulge.

He almost walked directly into Red Carpet and the two of them stopped in place. The tall red unicorn had on a similar look for an instant before looking at him with her normal, somber gaze.

“You ready for another twenty-five?” She asked, causing him to blush something fierce. He was able to hide it as he played his part, outside of filming was a bit different. He opened his mouth to reply, but was then taken aback as a white pegasus popped out seemingly out of nowhere and stood between the two of them.

“Sun Fire?” Jet asked, causing him to take a step back. Even Red Carpet raised an eyebrow as she looked downward at the lady pony as she flipped open her small notepad and pulled a quill out of her hair. He simply nodded with a very cryptic look on his face. “Great! Hi, I’m Jet, I’m a reporter from the Nightrider, and I’m wanting to do an interview for an article on this movie you’re shooting.”

This drew an even more obtuse flabbergasted expression as Sun Fire tried to wrap his head around the idea that anyone would want to talk to someone who was about three lines shy of an extra.

“Umm, yeah, wouldn’t you rather interview her?” He pointed behind her at the taller mare who gave him a bit of a glare. Jet turned around and glanced over at Red Carpet.

“Oh, hi!” Jet waved at her with a big smile. She couldn’t hide the fact that her normally more focused attitude was a little stretched at the moment with being in the company of such big name actors all on one set. The next scene was apparently going to feature Starwalk. Jet once watched cartoons that featured his voice very prominently. She gave a small giggle, then turned back around to Sun Fire. “Actually, I came here to talk to you. You see, I’m here because you came off of stage acting to star in this big science fiction film and I wanted to know how the big step forward was going.” She continued to smile and this drew his eyes in a bit more narrow as he tried to take it all in.

“Hold on,” Red Carpet said as she put her fists on her hips. “How did you get backstage? I didn’t think they were allowing the press back here. And what did you say your paper was called? I don’t seem to recall that being a Cloudsdale print.”

“Oh, it’s not, it’s from Ranchtown.” Jet said as she started writing on her notepad.

“Did you just say ‘Ranchtown?’” Now his eyebrow went up as Jet turned back to him and nodded. “You flew all the way from Ranchtown to interview a small part in this movie? I’m not even from Ranchtown. That’s where Fable--.” That’s where he stopped, and his suspicion grew. “Wait, did my brother put you up to this?”

“Set call!” A voice shouted from the set as the cast began to gather to their places.

“Perhaps after you get done?” Jet gave him a reassuring smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Sun said as he turned back toward the stage alongside Red Carpet. “I should be done around five.” He said and looked over at Red Carpet, who rolled her eyes.

“More like seven.” Red said as they walked. “Snap Take isn’t known for his short days on set.

Red Carpet wasn’t too far off from her prediction. He got through his rented room at around six thirty that night but he felt like he could already go sleep. Fire Sun had never been so drained from a single scene in his entire life. He did very little physically, but mentally, he’d been dried three times over. He only had his two suitcases on the couch. His apartment was clear across Cloudsdale, and that sort of commute was entirely too much to ask for when he played something as a front background character. He had maybe one more three line scene before he was relegated down to saying words like “Fire turrets! Full power!” and “Get those shields repaired!” For some reason, even though his character is only middling rank in the storyline, he was the one giving the orders to the crew. This made him about as important as a butterknife.

He didn’t even open his eyes when he opened his bedroom door. The room was nice and suited his needs just fine, but he didn’t want to think about unpacking or even lounging for a bit. He was exhausted. His pants and his shirt came off as he moved across the room almost completely blacked out by window shades. His face hit the bed and his sighed as the cold fabric felt so amazing against his fur. The blue pegasus’s cheek meshed against the bed sheets and it was something like heaven. He wasn’t even hungry, he’d get food in the morning.

That’s when he felt a hand press lightly against his cheek and his eyes opened. The only reason he didn’t panic was because the fingers were far too skinny to be that of a male’s. Big sausagy fingers would have rang every alarm in his brain all at once.

“Poor, hardworking Fire Sun.” The female voice said as she stroked the side of his mane, and his floppy ear. “They just don’t appreciate how much you do for them.” She whispered.

“You’re that… mare from the paper, aren’t you?” He said, feeling her muzzle close to his as she breathed softly. She hummed that his statement was correct. The white pegasus rubbed a soft hand across his cheek.

“I told you I’d see you after your scene. I figured you wouldn’t mind if I took a nap on your bed. My travel yesterday took a lot out of me and you obviously got one of the better beds in the lodging.” Jet rapped her hand around his chest and ran her fingertips lazily across his pectorals.

“That is an amazing assumption.” He said as he rolled toward her and stayed flat on his back as she loomed over him. “Why did you go to all of this trouble just to get an interview with me? There’s no way your paper told you to do this. So, you’re probably here for my brother, aren’t you?”

“Fable doesn’t know I’m here. I came all this way because I wanted to meet you and there’s about as much starpower in that studio to fulfill my celebrity meet quota.” She smiled and giggled a little. “Plus, I wanted to--”

“Convince me to go to his wedding. Yeah, I already figured that part out.” Her silence at the comment spoke volumes. That was when her hand crawled up his chest and placed firm against his cheek once again.

“I’m obviously not here to force you. In fact, you can think of me as kind of an assistant. I’ll be there on set with you and make sure you don’t have a care in the world.” Jet said to him. “I’ll even order some food when you get home. I promise to make good use of your free cable.” This caused him to snicker some, then she began to stroke his mane and the side of his head, down to his neck. “Get some rest, now. You’ve got a few more second unit scenes tomorrow, so you won’t be as bombed out as you are now.”

“How did you…”

She stroked his head more and made tiny shushing noises. “Go to sleep now.”

It wasn’t too long before a warm body cuddling up beside him made him do just that. She was soft and her little lullabies she hummed to him soothed him to sleep in no time flat.

Jet wasn’t in his room when he woke up early that morning. The sleep did the trick, too. After a few sessions of popping his neck and his back, he felt far better than he did the day before. He didn’t have a lot of time in the morning, but there was time enough to get something to eat and look over the script for his next stage play he had planned for after this shoot.

At the set, however, it was more of the same as yesterday. There were large, flashing lights all around them while many of them scrambled to gain a leg up in the battle taking place around their ship. He said his commanding lines, and there was too much action. He said his commanding lines, and an extra tripped and fell. He said his commanding lines, and it wasn’t commanding enough. Over and over and over again, he tried his best not to scratch his thoroughly itchy mane. He wasn’t accustomed to wearing hats and the fabric on this one was harsh on his hair. Fire Sun only hoped that he didn’t get lice.

Red Carpet wasn’t there that day, as she didn’t have any scenes, but as soon as Snap Take called for lunch, a familiar face appeared with a cup of coffee and a bento box.

“Nice acting there, sport.” Jet said as she handed him the coffee and motioned for him to follow.

“This is a closed set, how do you keep coming here?” Sun Fire said, knowing that there were many other members of the press that would love to get inside this place and snap all of the photos.

“Oh, Sun, I’m a contributing member of society. The director knows this on some level and finds it in his heart to let me in.” As soon as Jet said this, Sun Fire could smell the lies she was saying. “I also sit outside for an hour, waiting for security to turn his back with the door open.” She let out a cute laugh as they sat down at the same cable spool he was sitting at the day before and she opened the bento box. Jet had found some good cucumber and cheese sushi and loaded it up.

“How long have you been committing breaking and entering?” He said, but smelled the coffee in his hand and couldn’t help but give it a taste. He almost recoiled at how good it was. There was just enough sugar to make it not so overpowering while also being able to taste the coffee, and it was rich.

“I thought I was the one who was asking the questions?” Jet smiled, deliberately not answering him. “What was your first acting part?” She ate two sushi rolls with her chopsticks as he thought it over.

“Well, that’s a bit of a loaded question. I had a play role of King Sunrise in The Filly Cook back in fifth grade. I guess that counts. But my real acting role for stage was Feather Rose in Stonewall in Love.”

“Oooo, was that when you were in High School?” She asked and he nodded. The blue stallion remembered a lot of those parts he did as he entered college. He was part of a great acting troupe for a long time, but that only lasted a few years before they all began to scatter to the four winds. “Do you have any marefriends?” She asked, causing him to stop sipping his coffee suddenly. He stared at her and she smiled back with her golden eyes.

“Ummm, no, I’ve been single for a little while now.” He answered, remembering Red Heart and how that took a terrible turn. “So, are you going to show up in my room again?” He asked, and this caused her to give a bit of a startled laugh.

“Let’s not dwell on minor details.” She said as she let out a few more giggles. The pegasi ate for a little while longer before Sun Fire looked up with a startled, wide eyed stare. Jet raised an eyebrow at this and then turned around to see the much taller Red Carpet standing behind her.

“Oh, hi, Red!” Jet waved at her, and Red Carpet nodded to her.

“You ready?” Red asked, once again surprising Sun Fire with all of the attention she was giving him. He didn’t know if she was this professionally courteous to all of her co-workers or if he was one of the few lucky ones. Either way, he didn’t care that much. It was still a very strange feeling.

“Yeah, I guess it’s about that time.” He said as he looked over at the clock. “Hell.” He got up from his seated position and popped his back from side to side. “I guess I’ll see--”

“Perhaps the lady would like to join us tonight for an interview?” Jet stood up quick, startling Red Carpet a little as she took a step back. Her golden eyes gazed into Red Carpet’s as she smiled her biggest, sweetest smile. The red unicorn was taken aback a bit at the offer, but then shook her head.

“No, I have a party to go to tonight and producers to meet.” She said as Sun Fire looked off to the side, slightly disappointed. She didn’t seem all that against the idea at first. “Sorry, hon.”

“I’ll catch you tonight.” He said to Jet, who somehow adopted a devious grin on her face as she watched Red walk away. Then she went back to her perky smile, nodding to him as he joined the taller unicorn in walking down the hallway toward the set.

Jet sat close to the stallion on his couch as the two pegasi sipped wine and talked. The lady’s cheeks were in a blush as their snouts almost touched. Her smile was meek while his was as suave as he could make it. She wore a designer pink top with simple black fabric pants while he just wore a simple t-shirt and some jeans. He’d been in that uniform all day, he was going to die of itchiness if he didn’t have a shower before she showed back up in his room. He locked the door just to see what she would do and she didn’t disappoint. Jet was right there in his main lodging room with a bottle of red wine and that devious smile she liked to wear.

“I don’t know…” He said as she tilted her head to the side and her smile turned into a worried look. “It just doesn’t seem right.”

“You know we need you. We can’t do this without you. I can’t do this without you.” She pressed her muzzle against the side of his as he sighed. She put her hand on his chest and slid it up to his neck.

“You can’t ask me like that.” His green eyes met with hers and they had a pause. “I’m not perfect and I have my faults. Please understand.”

Jet sighed deeply as she placed her head against his cheek and turned her lower body toward him. Her legs draped over his lap and she curled up close to him. Fire Sun opened one eye, turning it toward the script that laid beside Jet on the couch. He licked his thumb and turned the page of the script to where both of them could see.
“Lime, you could never understand what I’ve been through.” He said in his best dramatic tone without coming on too strong. Jet, on the other hand, showed no such restraint. She grasped his face by both of his cheeks.

“You bastard! Tell me! Make me understand!” She shook him a bit back and forth as he blinked with a surprised look on his face. “Let me in!” She pulled his face into her chest, nestling him between her tits as they squished against his snout and forehead. This was the point Jet couldn’t hold back and began to giggle a little bit.

“Drama queen much?” Fire said as they both started laughing. Jet nodded a bit as she reached over for a sip of wine. “You’ve actually got some acting chops, Jet. I’m impressed, you actually memorized most of that scene just from reading over it once.”

“I took a few acting courses along with journalism. I never really had much of a flare for it, but it was fun.” She released his face from her buxom and laid back on the couch while her legs were still draped over his thighs.

“Well, I’d say they’ve paid off quite well.” Fire took the time to appreciate that they were already so far into their relationship that they could casually sit together in such a way. “Did you want to keep practi-” He was interrupted by a rap on the door. They looked at each other, then over toward the door.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jet asked, causing him to shake his head. She moved his legs as he got up from the couch to go toward the lodge’s door. The very last thing he wanted right now was to return to the set for reshoots. He’d heard rumors that the director liked such methods of micromanaging. He gazed one eye into the peephole and blinked at what he saw. There stood a teel pony dressed in an evening coat with a large, round brimmed black hat. With her sunglasses on, she looked like one of those spies from a very low budget movie.

He opened the door, and as he did, he noticed how tall she was and the faint aroma of perfume immediately called a certain mare to mind. “Red Carpet?” He asked and she pulled her sunglasses off to reveal her golden eyes.

“Not so loud, you’ll blow my cover.” She said as she folded her glasses and placed them in her coat pocket. “May I come in?” Asked Red, prompting Sun Fire to step aside and motion her in. As soon as she stepped inside the room, she was met with the aroma of red wine. She removed her hat and placed it on the side table near the door.

“Can I get your coat?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Not yet.” She said, making him raise an eyebrow. The teal fur on her body turned back to its natural, bright red as her horn emitted a yellow glow. “I wouldn’t mind a bit of wine.” She said, and he was quick to go get another glass.

“Did you decide to take me up on that interview offer after all?” Jet smiled at the welcome surprise.

“That’s just the thing. No.” Red said as she looked over at the white pegasus on the couch. “In fact, the fact that I came here tonight is to remain a secret that you carry to your grave.” She started eyeing the windows, making sure that they were all sufficiently covered by the drapes and curtains. One set of blinds were slightly ascended, and she pulled the cord to the side, causing it to roll all the way down.

“Well, not that this is not a dream come true,” He said as he finished pouring the wine into the glass, holding it toward her. “But why did you…” His words died in his throat as she took the wine and downed it all the way in two gulps.

Red breathed deep and gave him a genuine smile. The blue pegasus blinked. “Why do you think? I took two steps into that party and was immediately repelled as I heard one of those stuffy shirt, pompous pricks bragging about their six SUV’s. All of them were the same, only they were color coded from coolest to hottest and he didn’t plan on driving any of them.” She held the glass toward him and bobbed it up and down a few more times for him to fill it again. “I’m tired of this, Sun Fire. You and your friend here are literally the only two people who haven’t drowned me in windbag chatter or gone head over hooves bonkers because they saw me in that terrible RomCom I did when I was fifteen.”

“Well, I mean,” Jet looked off to the side and blushed a bit. “I kinda liked Rainbow Avenue.”

“Either way.” She gave out an exasperated sigh as she downed yet another glass and put it on the table beside her. Before Sun Fire could ask her if she wanted another, she grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him into her with a kiss. Her cheeks were a darker red now, and so were his as she pressed her lips against his and felt him melt into the locked lips.

The white journalist on the couch sat there, dumbfounded as the unicorn rubbed his arm up to his hand. She grabbed the wine bottle out of his grasp and downed the remaining contents as she broke the kiss. Red sighed as she went to the couch and sat down with a heavy plop. She placed the empty bottle onto the side table and her neck popped as she leaned her head all the way back onto the couch.

“Oh, my God, it feels so good to cut loose and stop laughing at anecdotes. Do you know how many people have shown me their yachts? I can’t even bitch about this to my family or friends, they’re all part of the same damn club. I always have to smile at the public and be charming at the gatherings. It’s the same thing day in and day out.” Red Carpet truly felt deflated, as if all the weight was coming off of her shoulders. “I wish I could have what you have, Fire.” She said as she smiled at him with blushing cheeks.

“What I have?” He asked as he looked around for a chair to sit on, but then found her patting the place beside her on the couch. “What do you mean?” He went over and sat between Red and Jet, the latter which was watching this unfold with growing intrigue.

“You’re a real actor. You’re not a celebrity who got lucky with a good role in a popular movie. You have chops and can actually emote. Stage acting, I miss it so very much. Those days when I had after school practices and my knees buckled on stage. You know, when you start to sweat immediately as you line is coming up? That sort of thing. I got famous way too young.”

There was a long moment of silence as she lamented her troubled childhood in front of the camera. After Rainbow Avenue, she took up a short lived TV show. After that was a couple of infomercials and then hit it huge with her part in Speeding Arrow, the movie everyone remembers her from because her character beat the shit out of two would be rapists. It was set as a pinnacle of female empowerment and got her the first Academy Award she would ever earn.

“You’re still a real actress, Red.” Sun said, taking her hand and drawing her attention back to him. “You just need to take it easy for a bit. Find your niche in life and see if you can harness it, you know?” He said and Jet began to nod.

“It’s true. Not to mention, Sun could always use a partner to help him practice his lines.” As Jet said this, Red opened her eyes and looked over at him with a smile.

“You need someone to help you with your lines?” Red Carpet asked him. As she asked him, her grip on his hand tightened a bit with her thumb rubbing over his front knuckles. He looked at her red hand as it caressed his blue hand. “I want you to come with me to my next party, Sun.”

“Y-you do?” Sun Fire asked, and she nodded. Her face was still darkened with inebriation. She reached over and put her hand on the back of his head as she pulled him toward her, face to face. “I want you to be my date and I want people to wonder why. Why, of all the men in my life, did I choose you? Do you know why I chose you, Sun Fire?”

“Because of my alluring charm?” He asked with a small voice. This caused her to give a tiny snort and begin laughing through gritted teeth. Then she suddenly stopped laughing and gazed back at him with her glazed over golden eyes.

“Because I like you.” She began to slide his hand into her coat. Sun Fire was shocked as he felt her bare breast underneath her coat. She placed her hand over the fabric to make sure he got a very good feel of her. Red Carpet immediately pressed her other palm up against the front of his pants to feel him getting hard at a rapid rate. “I have a feeling you like me too.”

“What,” He swallowed hard. “What gives you that--ooh!” Her hand squeezed and his cock nearly slipped out of the hem of his underwear. The tall, purple haired beauty licked her lips as she felt him grow to where she could barely keep her fingers around his cylindrical stud.

A celebrity of her stature was never allowed to be seen with anyone without getting twenty or thirty internet blogs taking pictures and making theories about her relationship with someone. She just wanted something simple. The unicorn hadn’t been in a relationship for what seemed like a year and she was tired of passing up guys that struck her fancy. Judging by the weight she felt in her hand, she fancied the right guy. With a simple tug on his arm, he stood up from the couch and she relieved herself of her coat.

Her breasts weren’t massive, but they fit in the large C category. Her nipples were a dark pink as opposed to her bright red fur. Red Carpet revealed that she only wore a very tiny black thong that did nothing to cover her quim. At first he thought it was kind of funny that she was fully shaved, given her name, but he kept quiet about it. He had other things to think about, especially when he felt his pants loosen. As soon as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, they went down to his thighs, revealing his dark blue cock that stayed part way up with its own erection at maximum.

Both mares marvelled at the girth he possessed as a tiny bit of precum dribbled down from his tip. She breathed in his masculine aroma as Red began to massage his shaft and feel his midring between her fingers. She glanced over toward Jet on the couch, who had already pulled her bottoms off and draped them on the side table to her left.

“Are you taking notes, Jet?” She asked as the white mare’s legs were spread wide and her fingers worked her aching pink quim as she watched all of this unfold. The pegasus hummed a yes as her pointer and middle finger spread her labia apart and she caressed the skin around her clitoris. “Good.”

Without another word, Red engulfed his girth with her mouth and gorged on him. Her head bobbed back and forth as she jerked his base. Her tongue felt his stiff member pulse inside of her oral cavity as she couldn’t help but feel up his scrotum with her other hand. She gently squeezed his bulbous balls and he drew in a sharp breath as her tongue circled his glans.

Fire took the initiative and put his fingers in her hair, stroking her as she leaned toward his touch and gave him the bedroom eyes that he’d never forget. His other hand slid down her shoulder and to her breast, gripping her bumpy areola that took up the majority of her left mammary. This caused her to suck harder on his member and note that his breath was gaining up speed.

Like her, it’d been a while since the last time he’d had any such excitement. The mere fact that it was an actress that he’d fawned over only made his ecstasy even harder to contain. Without thinking, she began to suck all the harder. Her head moved back and forth over him, taking in more of his shaft and feeling him at the back of her mouth.

“Oh, God, Red, I’m gonna--” As soon as he said this, her mouth slipped off of his dick and began to beat him off with both hands. Her mouth opened in front of him as her golden eyes gazed into his. That sly, devilish grin on her face with her mouth wide open as she jerked him without relent was entirely too much to handle. His piston flared. He spurted hot white globs of juice all of her her face. Her makeup began to run and her mouth caught good amounts of his tasty jizz on her tongue. His splattered semen reached her horn, causing it to glow for an instant before her eyes began to daze. The facial she received made her brain lull for a moment as her hands petted his member that only softened a little bit. The feeling of her hands loving it with gentle care kept him very hard.

As the sound of wet petting occurred beside him, he looked over at another mare with her mouth wide open and two fingers deep into her cunt. Jet was enjoying the show just a little too much as her breath began to heave back and forth.

“Oh, Sun Fire, your spunk looks so nice all over her face.” Jet said in a breathless voice. Her shirt buttons were all undone and one tit was visible as she fingered herself in front of him. Then she noticed that Red Carpet turned his big blue dong toward the thirsty pegasus.

“Want a taste?” Red grinned as her afterglow began to wear down to a comfortable euphoria. This made Sun Fire glance at her in surprise, then look toward Jet as she began to rush.

Jet hit the floor with her knees immediately. Without a moment’s hesitation, that big blue dick was in her mouth and she was relieving it of any and all cum that was left over while Red went to go find a towel.

“Oh! Jet, take it easy, I’m a little sensitive right now.” He cringed a little bit at the over exposure to pleasure as the white pegasus used her tongue to wipe every surface.

“Take it easy, sailor. I’m just priming the pump. Your big guy will calm down.” She gave him a reassuring wink as she cleaned up his shaft and his head. Her tongue licked down the side of his length as she swabbed the base with her oral muscle.

“Oh, my.” Red Carpet said as she saw Jet touch her hand to the bottom of his shaft and show off his nice clean exterior. The pegasus mare analyzed the penis closely and made sure that it was spotless as Sun Fire sighed in relief. His cock was gaining back its normal feeling as she ran her fingers over the side and the bottom. “You do good work.” Red complimented Jet, who was now wholly naked as she tossed her blouse and bra onto the floor.

“Now, how about you?” Jet asked, turning her gaze to the red unicorn, whose hair was now free of any bounds, but her thong was still only slightly covering her aching pussy. Red Carpet smiled as she spread her legs while standing, moving her thong all the way to the side to give them both a good look. With one finger rubbing the exterior labia, both of them could hear her ecstatic quim slosh with juices.

“I think I could use an injection.” Her eyes darted toward Sun Fire, whose erection only bobbed slightly as he stood up a bit straighter. “And you,” her finger pointed toward Jet. “You could use a reward.” Jet’s eyebrow raised as her head tilted.

Next thing they knew, Jet was sitting on the couch. Red’s head was between Jet’s legs and working her tongue deep into her folds with her legs wide open. The unicorn’s hands gripped Jet’s butt cheeks as her lips worked all over her pussy lips and her tongue teased the clitoris with little flicks. Jet couldn’t help but cry out every time Red’s tongue hit an extra sensitive spot.

She watched Sun Fire work as her pussy was tempered by the taller mare. The stallion worked his penis head between the pink vaginal lips and she muffled a passionate cry as his big rod pushed straight in. To say she was wet would be a glaring understatement. His length was covered in juice as soon as he pulled back a bit and pushed forward again, causing her to whimper against Jet’s mewling quim.

Sun Fire picked up momentum and rhythm as his spry cock reached her cervix, pushing against it with every thrust. The celebrity pony whimpered and had to take a breather as her mouth detached from the white mare’s moist cunny flaps. She looked back at him as he rutted her just the way she liked it.

As long as it had been since she got fucked, she’d never been fucked like this. The stallions she’d been with never felt like they needed to try all that hard. They’d get into her and pound her with no regard for what pace she wanted them to go. Sun seemed naturally attuned to her, going slow at first, only to get her riled up for a nice hard bang. The red unicorn’s pleasure only mounted higher as she began to lose control.

“Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Don’t you dare stop! Don’t ever stop fucking me!” With her commands, he only pushed harder and faster. Her moans picked up pitch and she turned back to Jet and clamped her mouth straight onto her her clitoris, tonguing it as two of her fingers slid into her hot cunt.

“Oh! Red! Wait! That’s way too--OH!” Jet’s voice squeaked as her legs began to twitch. Then her whole body twitched once, twice then her hands gripped both of her tits. She pinched her own pink nipples as she came. Her pink tube tightened around Red’s fingers and released a generous amount of juice.

Her mouth hummed hard against the pegasus as her own climax rocked her and she felt a twitching cock inside of her start painting her insides with his hot milk.

There was a long silence as Sun Fire pulled out from her well fucked vagina and a slew of white drooled out of her open hole. The room’s temperature was up by about ten degrees and the floor and couch were an absolute mess. That didn’t stop them from laying around on it, exhausted and panting.

They all three took a shower in the lodge’s bathroom. While Sun Fire was in front of the mirror, wiping off his well exercised prick, Jet was sitting on the toilet’s lid, waiting for Red Carpet to finish up in the shower as the room filled up with steam.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow evening.” Jet said as she turned the page of the magazine in her lap. What looked like an interesting article on the cover was more or less just an overview of the cast for the movie. “I don’t suppose you’ll be going with me?” Jet asked him as he looked at her through the mirror.

“I really wish I could. Fable’s marriage is a big step in his life and I--”

“You’ll be going with her to see it.” Red Carpet said as she finally stepped out of the shower, soaking wet and grabbing a towel from the rack beside her. She invited Jet to go next, who put her magazine onto the bathroom counter and took the invitation with a smile.

“What?” Sun Fire looked over at Red Carpet, who was pulling the towel across her back, inching downward to her rump and tail.

“You heard what I said. I’m not about to let you miss a once in a lifetime event just because some tyrannical hack keeps calling you back for reaction shots. We’re a week away from finishing the ship’s interior shots and you’ve done more than enough. He’s just flexing his power muscles in keeping you here at this point.” Red began to wrap the towel around her body, while wrapping another around her very wet, dark purple hair.

“But how are you--” He started to say before her finger went up to his lips and shushed him.

“Don’t worry about that. Snap can’t live without finishing his movie his way, but to do that, he needs me. You get to that wedding and I’ll be here when you get back. If Snap Take has a problem with that, he can shut his mouth.” Red Carpet winked at him and he started beaming with a smile.

“Red, you’re amazing!” Sun Fire said as he came up to her with a hug. “How can I ever repay you?” He asked, causing her to giggle just a little bit as she returned his embrace.

“You already have. Not to mention I’ll be expecting you back on set when you get back.” She licked her lips as she grinned at Sun. “I’ll need someone to come back to in my trailer.” Red reached down and placed her hand onto his already semi-hard member.

“Guys, if you’re going to fuck again, can you at least let Sun Fire shower?” Jet said, drawing both of their attention. “I get next dibs.” She peeked out from the edge of the shower curtain with a devious smirk, which Red returned.

Sun Fire gulped.

Shake it Up

Four days and counting until the big day. Last minute preparations were being made and it wouldn’t belong before there was a crunch time. Frozen was getting the facilities prepared while Jasmine was baking the pastries to be served. Winter was in charge of getting all of the tuxedos for the groomsmen while Grem was getting the dresses for the bridesmaids. Letty was getting the last minute flowers from Leafly at Vineyard’s house.

Amid the chaos, Fable drove up town to Frozen Pop’s Frozen Shoppe. The ice cream for the cake was going to be a lot, but Frozen said that she would go ahead and order whatever he got from the backroom. It’d been a minute since he worked at the shoppe, and from what Winter’s mom said, they had a few fairly new employees working the ice cream scoops. He was still technically a manager there, but only in case of emergencies when they arose. It was Thursday afternoon in the winter, so business was most assuredly slow.

As soon as he parked his car in the lot, he knew something was amiss. There was only one vehicle in the employee spots, where there was at least supposed to be two. He raised his eyebrow as he parked in the spot beside a small white sedan and hurried over to the sidewalk that led to the shop. As soon as he looked inside, he saw two employees that he’d never seen before.

Both of them were younger mares, probably in their early twenties. They both had somewhat petite body types. The unicorn was cream colored with a purple mane and bright blue eyes. She jumped down from sitting on the counter, wearing her bright blue uniform with a white apron and blue ball cap with the Frozen Pop logo on the front. She waved at Fable as he entered.

“Welcome! Any flavor you want to try today?” She said, and he couldn’t help but be charmed by her bubbly attitude. Judging by her nametag, he deciphered that her name was Cinnamon Swirl. The one still sitting on the counter barely seemed to care that he was there. She was gazing off into space, only meeting him with eye contact once and giving a slight wave with two fingers.

She was a pegasus, sky blue with reddish pink hair and brighter highlights. Her eyes, however, were a sharp red. As she stopped making eye contact with him, her eyes went back to gazing off into space. Upon further inspection of her tag, her name was Hiyo-Licious.

“Ummm, hi. Are either of you a supervisor?” He asked, knowing full well that neither of them actually knew what they were doing, nor did they seem like they could close the store by themselves. He noted this as two of the ice cream bins in the freezers below them were almost bone dry and were in need of changing. There were also tiny puddles of chocolate and strawberry underneath the shake mixers.

“No, sir, the supervisor said he was going home for the day since business was so slow. So we were just going to figure out how to close the store ourselves.” She looked back at Hiyo-Licious, who was continuing to gaze into nothingness until she noticed both of their blue sets of eyes were staring at her. She flashed them both an instant of a perky smile, which instantly disappeared and Hiyo returned to looking away.

“Well, Cinnamon, I’m afraid that’s not entirely how it works when it comes to work. Yeah, we probably didn’t need three people on schedule tonight, but we were willing to make that sacrifice to clean up the store a bit more with an extra set of hands. If the supervisor really only wanted two ponies in the store tonight, he should have sent one of you home.” Fable was visibly annoyed by the news that their supervisor was so narrow minded and lazy.

“Oh, we live together.” Cinnamon gave another sweet smile toward Fable. “Are you… ummm a regional manager?”

“You can call me that, it’s basically true, I guess.” Fable looked to her, then back to Hiyo-Licious. “And he was just going to have you two fend for yourselves? This is unacceptable.”

Fable had to think for a minute. This was his last stop for the day and he was planning to go pick up Ember Wing from Jasmine’s apartment after this. Still, then there was Frozen to think about in all of this. She was off doing stuff for his wedding and that sweet mare did not need this kind of trouble in the midst of things. His brain was already going a mile a minute to see what he could do to fix this whole stybacle.

Both ponies behind the counter watched as he was growing more and more irritated with the situation. He got out his phone and began texting and searching things for a solution.

“Alright, give me two minutes. I think it’s safe to say that Mr. Orange Limeade will not be working with us anymore. So, don’t worry about him. You two should not have been left alone to close the store by yourselves and this is not your fault. Neither of you have done anything wrong. I’m going to make a few texts and then I’m going to help both of you run and close the store. So, in the long run, maybe both of you can become supervisors too. Who knows?” He said with a reassuring smile, or at least as reassuring as he could get with his blood pressure rising to outrageous proportions. He pressed the dial button on the way toward the backroom and placed the phone against his ear. He decided that his mother should pick up Ember. She was wanting to spend more time with him anyway.

“Ummmm, sir?” She said, causing him to stop just before he hit the swinging doors on his way back. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me.” He cleared his throat as he started to undo his jacket and reveal his broad shoulders with his impressive, muscular build as it came off. “I’m Fable Prose. Nice to meet you.” Then he concentrated on the phone as his mother picked up. “Hey, Mom. I need a favor.” He pushed his way through the swinging doors as they slowly swung to an eventual stop behind him.

The two girls eyed each other as they learned his name. It was their first time meeting him face to face, but the name was not lost on them. Among the higher ranking of the managers in the store, he was a bit of a legend with some of the rumors that floated around. Deciphering what was fact and fabrication was a point of intrigue in the employees of that store.

“You picked one hell of a day to not wear panties under your skirt.” Cinnamon said, making Hiyo’s eyes dart toward her with furrowed brows.

After a bit of deciphering of schedules and juggling of the books, Fable took off his business casual wear and put on the uniform he never thought he’d wear again. He printed out a name tape for his tag and put it on his apron, along with a hat.

“Looking good, Mr. Prose.” The red pegasus was startled as he turned around to see both Hiyo and Cinnamon standing at the swinging doors. Fable righted himself once again and popped his neck as he walked toward them and toward the front of the store.

“Fable is fine. Now, how much have you two learned about this ice cream shop?” He asked them as he passed them. Both of them stood out of his way and followed him toward the bins at the counter. Beside the bins, to the right was an ice cold slab where they put in the mixins for the ice cream scoops.

“Well, we’ve learned to scoop the right size ice cream, make banana splits, clean the lobby and the bathroom.” She said and then looked over at the mess that was the shake mixers. “I knew how to make shakes way before I took this job.” Cinnamon had an edge of pride in her words.

“That’s a start, I guess. How long have you two been working here?” Fable asked and they looked at each other.

“About a month.” Hiyo said, and Fable’s eyebrow went straight up. Their eyes widened at his expression.

“Who has been training you?” He rolled his eyes, already knowing their answer before they said it.

“The supervisor that went home.” Cinnamon said as she picked up a rag from the bucket of water and began to clean the shake mixer. “He said we’d pick up the rest as we started working.”

“Well, now I’m here, and both of you will get the training you need.” Fable went to the ice cream bin and started picking up the mostly empty ones. “Do either of you know how to get the new ice cream buckets from the back.”

Both of them shook their heads and he motioned for them to follow as he put the old ones onto the back counter. They went to the back freezers and Fable touched on the doors. He opened the nearest doors toward the front and saw that someone had been doing their job, at the very least. There were two new bins of Strawberry and Dark Chocolate, properly labeled with the date.

“These replace the old flavors. All you need to do is peel off the covers and scoop in the old ice cream buckets and put them on top. That way everything looks full and people will want to eat them. They just need to sit out for a bit and soften up. Hiyo-Licious, can you pull them out?” Fable asked and her sky blue face turned a bit red. He put on a puzzled expression as she turned to the freezers and pulled out the two buckets.

“She’s not a big fan of being called her full name.” Cinnamon whispered to him as Hiyo carried them toward the front. “Orange pretty much forced her to wear her full name on her tag. She prefers to be called ‘Hiyo.’”

“Well, Orange isn’t calling any shots anymore. I’ll get her a new nametag.” He said as he went to the shelves near the back closet, pulling out a tiny little machine to make a new name tape.

“So, is it true you had a mare back here with Winter?” This gave him pause as Cinnamon Swirl asked him. He looked at her incredulously. She smiled sweetly, an almost unknowing smile.

This brought up the memory of the health inspector, Minty Fresh. He and Winter had to keep her busy while Pop Candy made some changes to her store in order to pass the inspection. However, that wasn’t in this backroom, it was the backroom of her candy store. How she knew anything about this brought up far more questions than he was willing to ask.

“Ummm, no, I didn’t.” He answered, making her blush a little bit.

“Oh, okay. Well, Hiyo was just curious. That’s all.” She giggled as her friend came back to the backroom.

Fable gave her another puzzled glare as he pulled the new name tape off of the little machine. “Here ya go, Hiyo. Brand new name tape for you.” He held it up to her as she came back to the back room and Cinnamon Swirl stood behind her. The purple maned unicorn lit up her horn, making the name tag light up as well. With some magic, she peeled off the Hiyo-Licious tape. However, her magic spread to her chest and began to squeeze her two large bumps on her chest.

Before he knew it, he was looking at her with two hard nipples poking through her shirt on either side of her apron. Her breasts weren’t very big, but that didn’t stop Cinnamon’s magic from massaging them in circles and making her break out in a bit of a sweat and cringe a little bit at the feeling.

“C-Cinnamon!” Her cheeks darkened red as she bit her lower lip.

“Ooops! Sorry, I’m so clumsy with my magic.” She said as her horn floated the old name tape to her hand and she picked it out of the air. As she did this, Hiyo didn’t look angry, so much as disappointed at her counterpart. Fable just stood there, not knowing if he should react to this or not.

“R-right, so anyway.” Fable decided to ignore this little exchange and held up the tape to her tag, only to have another light appear on Hiyo’s back. She was suddenly leaning backward and then pushed forward. Before he knew it, there were two breasts in his hands and Hiyo’s entire face turned completely blood red.

“Damnit, Cinnamon!” Hiyo turned a snarling face toward the giggling unicorn. After a few moments, the disoriented Fable pulled his hands away. Despite his red complexion, it was clear that he was blushing. Hiyo’s flush was far more palpable. The little tape also began to glow as it easily pasted onto her name tag, while the grin stuck to Cinnamon’s face.

“Thanks, Fable! Now let’s go scoop those ice cream buckets!” She started humming as she walked to the front with a little skip to her step. Despite their embarrassment, Hiyo and Fable joined her.

“Well, like I said, they need to stay out for a bit. They’re too hard right now. I imagine both of you know how to use the register, right?” He asked, getting over the tiny event. They both nodded. “Good, at least they got that right.”

“Hey, Hiyo!” Cinnamon said as she opened the ice cream bin with the vanilla bean in it. “How about we show him how good we are at making a sundae?”

Hiyo gave her the stink eye, rolled them a bit and shrugged. As Cinnamon started scooping the vanilla, the pegasus mare pulled open the cabinet below the shake mixer to get the whipped cream canister. As she leaned down, her skirt that reached her thighs rode up enough for a small sparkle to appear at the bottom. The skirt lifted immediately to reveal a bare sky blue ass with a nicely shaped pair of pussy lips with a nice pink center.

Fable’s jaw dropped as her skirt went back down without her noticing. She got back up with the whipped cream canister, shaking it.

“Did you want something mixed in with the vanilla, Fable?” Cinnamon asked, acting like absolutely nothing transpired.

“Ummm… peanut butter cups would be fine.” He was very glad he was wearing an apron right now because his erection was pressing against the front of his pants in a fierce attempt to escape.

They showed off a decent amount of skill as they mixed together a sundae for him. They poured the hot fudge on top of the ice cream and Hiyo sprayed the cream on top.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking, Fable.” Cinnamon said as she pointed to the two containers near the cones and the shake mixer. Both of them holding the two remaining ingredients to a sundae. “Well, let’s just get this out of the way.”

Fable eyed them both and then stared back at Cinnamon and Hiyo. The pegasus girl narrowed her eyes toward her unicorn girlfriend, knowing full well where she was going with this. She was just about to open her mouth to say something.

Just then, the door opened to reveal two old mares walking in with big cheery smiles on their faces. This caused Cinnamon to puff out her cheeks and sigh. The sweet looking cream furred unicorn lit up her horn to bring the ice cream scoop back to her hand as she washed it off in the water filled scoop holder and knock it a few times to shake off the water.

“Hello, ladies! Would you like to try some flavors today?” She put on a fake smile and Hiyo followed suit, only without the smile.

The red pegasus couldn’t put his finger on these girls. As innocent as they came off at first, he was being pulled every which way in terms of surprises. That Cinnamon girl was passing signals his way a mile a minute but seemed much more content with getting him after her partner. The mere fact that Orange Limeade went home showed him that she definitely didn’t play this way with him. Not that he could blame her, both times Fable had interaction with Orange were not very pleasant. He seemed more interested in just talking about himself than anything else. He already told Frozen that he was fired.

“Have a nice day, ladies!” Cinnamon said as she waved to the old ladies, who waved back as they walked out the door with their cups of peanut butter chocolate ice cream and butter rum. As they exited, Hiyo perched her butt back up onto the countertop and pulled out her cellphone.

“Now, the sundae looks pretty good.” Fable said, but then watched as Hiyo’s skirt flapped straight up, showing off her bare pussy. The blue pegasus’ eyes widened to their very pinnacle as Fable couldn’t help but stare.

“Yeah, but it could still use a cherry on top, right Hiyo?” Her horn was glowing as she held it in place and her counterpart was trying her very best to push it back down to no avail.

“C-c-cin! What is wrong with you!?” She shouted as her cell phone dropped onto the counter and her hands tried desperately to shove her skirt back to cover herself. With her horn glow getting her skirt, she walked up between her legs and spread them out.

“Ohhh, Hiyo, sweety. It’s so wet! Just how much have you been enjoying that big hunk of pony staring at your pretty puss- I mean cherry.” She asked as her fingers pulled her lips open.

“B-bitch!” Hiyo’s face was about as red as Fable’s at this point. Thinking of which, her red eyes turned over to him as he gazed at her pink slit. “What do you think you’re staring at? D-don’t look!”

“Don’t let her fool you. She loves to show it off.” The purple maned unicorn gave the open, juicy pussy a little lick. Immediately, her pegasus friend’s legs twitched and locked wide open. “See?”

“Sh-shut up!” Hiyo shouted, despite her pussy starting to leak semi-viscous fluid. Her wing span went wide only to try and close itself again.

After a few moments of gazing at the pretty pink pussy in front of him, Fable shook his head to snap himself out of his stupor.

“Uh, girls, maybe we shouldn’t be doing--” He was immediately interrupted as Cin came to him on her knees and reached behind his apron. Her hand touched a pulsating cylindrical object through his pants. He was so hard his erection had worked its way into his pant leg. The thick red piece of hardened meat was so bunched up in his pants that he swore it would tear the seams right off if he wasn’t careful. His eyes darted to the smaller mare who has already pulled her own shirt up to give him a nice tantalizing view of her C-cup size breasts.

“You see, you say that but he’s telling me different.” As soon as she said this, the front bell rang, signalling the entrance of another customer. All of their eyes flashed over to the front door immediately as a young man walked through. He wore a backwards cap, pads on his knees and elbows as well as rollerblades that he used to roll across the floor with casual efficiency. The small green stallion looked over at the three of them while they stood, frigid and stiff with beads of sweat on their foreheads. He nodded to them as they put on their widest smile, as if nothing was happening.

“Sup.” He nodded to them as he got to the drink refrigerator and pulled out a ‘Nilla Cola. He put it on the counter in front of the cash register and reached back into his pants pocket to pull out his wallet.

“Hi, just the soda for you?” Cinnamon asked. Then, while he was looking for his wallet with his fingerless gloves, she made her horn glow once more and caused both her skirt and panties to drop to the floor. Fable and Hiyo got a full view of her shapely ass while her front side was still covered by her apron.

“Yeah,” The green stallion got his wallet and pulled out two bits. As he turned back around, he almost caught sight of Cin rubbing her rump against Fable’s crotch. She stood up straight and took his two bits as she punched the button for the bottled drink and then the sale button, making the tray pop out of the bottom of the register.

“Thank you for stopping by! Come back soon!” She smiled at the earth pony, who waved as he turned around. Her ass connected to Fable’s hard crotch once again as she began to rub her bare rump against the front of his apron.

As the young man turned around to wave, he furrowed his brow. For some reason, the unicorn girl was out of sight now and Fable stood behind the counter. The red pegasus looked surprised, but still smiled and waved.

“Thank you.” He said, and the earth pony simply shrugged and skated off. Fable looked down as Cinnamon hid behind the counter, under his apron, where she unleashed his very large erection. Laying eyes on it for the first time, she marvelled at the erotic smell and how it pulsed within her hands.

“Oh, my! Fable, you’re so pent up. Let me help with that.” She hummed with ecstasy as she put her hand around his big balls.

“C-Cinnamon, I don’t know if I should be doing this, I’m technically your boss.” Fable said this, but still stood where he was.

“Only technically.” Cin said as she took in his scent and gave his twitching shaft little licks. Then her eyes turned to Hiyo, who was doing her best to act like she wasn’t interested, but she was totally staring. “Care to join me down here, lover?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hiyo turned away from them while she sat on the counter with her cell phone out. Her wings were visibly twitching.

“But his cock is sooooo tasty.” She wrapped her lips around the head, giving it long licks, barely able to contain the full size of his glans inside her mouth as the unicorn made the loud suction noises with her lips.

“Th-this seems needlessly cruel.” Fable said as she pulled his apron up over to put them both into clear view. She hummed on his cock as her mouth lavished every inch of his midring from the side and trailed all over the front part.

Giving an exasperation, Hiyo closed her legs tight, feeling her inner thighs squeeze her labia folds together, letting her juices drool out of her honey hole. Without a word, she put her phone away and hopped down off of the counter. She looked off to the side and crossed her arms tight against her chest, blushing deeper as she felt her hard nipples with pressure on them.

After one more glance at her girlfriend on her knees, the slimy exterior of his massive horse cock with her lips around it, Hiyo was on her knees as well. Immediately, she licked the precum from Fable’s tip while Cinnamon began to whirl her tongue all over his big ball sack.

The unicorn gave him bedroom eyes as her tongue lavished his genitals from top to bottom. Hiyo, on the other hand, tried to act like she wasn’t enjoying this while her skirt was producing an ever growing wet spot where her juices dampened to its touch. The restraint Hiyo had shown was clearly wavering as she began to put the head of his dick inside of her oral cavity. With great strain, she was able to fit the head of his cock and the top of his shaft in while she sucked to the best of her ability. His dick filling her mouth gave her a sensation that made juices ooze from her honey hole. Her cheeks were piping hot and her breath was heaving back and forth as if she had run a marathon. She sucked him like she needed his cock in order to breathe and she didn’t even notice that Cinnamon was watching with a devious grin on her face.

She couldn’t express how much watching Hiyo get in the zone made her happy. That’s when she looked down to see the damp spot on the pegasus’ skirt was now running down to the bottom and the spot had grown much darker. In no time flat, she had lifted the skirt and got underneath Hiyo-Licious, between her legs and attached her lips to her labia folds.

Fable felt the mare bear down on his cock as she felt her slit being mauled. She started to suck with palpable gusto as her hands fondled his shaft and balls.

Somehow, all of them had lost track of the time. It was now waning daylight outside and Fable couldn’t help but notice that there were a pair of headlights shining through the front windows. A car parked in the front parking space and his instincts immediately kicked in.

“Girls! We need to get it together!” Fable said suddenly as he pulled his dick out of Hiyo’s mouth. With a whine of disappointment, she stood up from Cinnamon’s mouth. All of them scrambled to their feet as they righted their clothes and did whatever they could about the dripping mess.

By the time the small group entered the ice cream shop, Fable was standing behind the cash register while Hiyo was standing by the bins behind the counter. As they waved to the entering crowd, they looked around for a moment to see that Cinnamon had disappeared.

“Welcome to Frozen Pop’s. Be sure to let us know if there are any flavors you want to try.” Hiyo attempted the greeting that Cin always said, but she definitely was lacking in the enthusiasm department. While she did her best in wiping off her vagina of juices, she could still feel it starting to drip again as little droplets started to make their way down her legs.

“Hey, thanks.” The middle aged mare said as she looked at all of the ice cream flavors in the display. The two stallions behind her and the smaller mare in the back all started to look at the choices as well. Fable could hear them discussing their choices, but he was more concentrated on the fact that he couldn’t fit his dick back into his pants. He was much closer to orgasm than he realized, and now the apron was literally the only thing holding it back from flopping into a pitched tent.

The very minute he wondered where Cinnamon Swirl had run off to, he felt a bustling underneath his apron. A hand gripped his enormous boner and pulled it free from its confines.

There she was, underneath the counter. Her pants were down to her knees and her face was still bright red from earlier. She licked two of her fingers and slid them into her tight pussy hole. After just a few rubs, she began to run her tongue over his dark red penis, getting it shiny and slick with her spit.

As Hiyo finished the first customer's order, Cinnamon was sliding herself onto his thick dick. With every part of her, she tried not to make a sound as she felt him stretch her opening to its very limits. She gritted her teeth against the deliciously painful pleasure she felt as that big hard red todger was squeezed in.

Fable’s hands clutched the sides of the counter in front of the register. He was going to help Hiyo without the aid of Cinnamon, but now that was an impossibility. Now he was pushing against her as she slid him deeper. It wasn’t long before she had to clamp her hands around her mouth to muffle a yelp as she hit the midring.

Before he knew it, the customers were all served and they were discussing who was covering the bill. That meant they were coming to him. He had to focus, and keep his mind off of the fact that his cock was being strangled by a very tight, wet tube.

“Okay, who got--w-what?” Fable tried to control his voice stuttering. All of this was difficult as he also had to control how much to bend his knees to get just the right angle as the mare under the counter started backing up against him in a bit of a rhythm.

“Everything okay, dude? You look a little tense.” One of the stallions said. He held a butter pecan with raspberries. Fable had seen the combination before, but it sounded disgusting.

“I’m fine. Just had a long day.” The red pony was starting to show a bit of sweat on his brow. “I’m getting married in three days.” He said, thinking he had four days at some point today, but now the day was shot.

“Whoa, that’s awesome.” The mare with the chocolate with chocolate sprinkles said. “Congratulations!”

“Yeah, it’s great. Can I see what all you got?” Fable tried not to sound too anxious, as she was now full on humping him backward. He stood like a rock, his pants down to his thighs and in the most uncomfortable position imaginable. His thighs were starting to burn with the exertion. Hiyo was leaning against the counter behind him, pretending like she was looking at her phone when she was actually paying attention to her girlfriend fucking herself against a red tree trunk.

“Yeah, I got chocolate on chocolate sprinkles, he got butter pecan with raspberries, she got birthday cake ice cream, no mixins and he got cheesecake with strawberries.” She pointed to her crew as Fable was typing in each order.

“Fourteen bits.” Fable said very quickly, and they counted out their bits for what seemed like hours by his viewpoint. He let out a harsh grunt as a bead of sweat went down his brow.

“Are you alright?” One of the guys asked. “You look… red.” He said, and they all started to laugh. What they didn’t know was that grunt signaled a gigantic slew of cum into the smaller mare’s waiting pussy as her cream colored ass pressed against his crotch as far as it would go. His entire length was inside of her and she felt flooded, as if he were pumping a firehose into her burning womb.

She made the slightest of swooning noises as her pussy slid off of his mighty phallus. Fable put on a worried face until Hiyo stretched behind him, making the yawning noise to compensate. Then the stallion closed the register and put his hands on the counter top to keep the pressure off of his thighs.

“Alright, thanks for stopping by! Have a good evening.” Fable said as he waved.

As they waved back and turned to leave, the red pony leaned to the side and almost collapsed as he stretched his legs, putting his elbow on the counter to compensate. His knees made an audible pop and he looked at Cinnamon, who was lying on her side, a great bit of jizz trickling out of her.

“This is going in your file.” Fable snorted a little bit as the door finally closed behind the group.

“Uh huh, and when is my raise?” Cinnamon looked back at him with a devious grin, one he was already growing accustomed to. She crawled out from under the counter and stretched a bit while her pussy continued to drain. She got to her hooves and looked toward him, her face turning to a more worried expression. “Fable, you look so tired. Why don’t you go to the back and lay down for a bit? I’ll lock the front door. I think fifteen minutes won’t matter in the long run.”

She gleamed a smile at Hiyo. Then she got up to her with her mouth close to her ear. She whispered closely and as she talked, the pegasus mare’s eyes bulged more and more, her face turning beet red. “Come on, you need this more than I did.” Cinnamon said to Hiyo just above a whisper.

“You’re a total bitch, you know that?” Hiyo retaliated in a higher voice volume, but the fire in her eyes was extinguished almost immediately as Cinnamon reached up her skirt. Judging by the look on her face and Cin’s arm movement, it wasn’t going to be too hard to motivate her. The pegasus bit her lower lip as she dripped juice onto the ground. “You are the worst.” Hiyo growled as the unicorn sucked on her lower lip. The bright blue winged pony rolled her eyes and took Fable’s hand in both of hers.

“Wait? Need? What?” Fable asked as he walked, almost limped to the back room with Hiyo leading him.

Cin made her way quickly to the door and turned the lock. With quick movements, she pulled the chain on the open sign to turn it off, and pulled the shades down over the large front windows. She turned around, feeling the draft as her bare ass was still glazed by the sticky white substance and she didn’t bother putting her pants back on just yet.

She was delighted to see that Fable was already lying on the table in the back with Hiyo’s rump on his face. In the 69 position, she licked and sucked his cock back to life while his tongue fucked her very tight quim and she leaked down his chin as he tasted her sweet honey hole.

“Good girl.” She stroked Hiyo’s cheek while her wings began to twitch. With one touch, the pegasus mare was sent into a frenzy of moans that were muffled by a large dick in her mouth. “He’s doing a good job, isn’t he? Of course, the cock in your mouth doesn’t hurt.”

“Go to hell…” Hiyo growled as she slipped the newly erected penis from her mouth. “I’m done!”

“I don’t think so.” Cinnamon said, and took her by the arm. That’s when she started getting her over toward the newly erect cock on the other end. “It’s time you got your fix.”

“But Cinnamon! I can’t--” She started before the unicorn interjected.

“No butts, just your twat. Come on!” Cinnamon wore a big grin as she saw her girlfriend relent. Hiyo would never admit it, but this is what she needed. “There’s a good girl.” The unicorn put both of her hands on either side of Hiyo’s vagina to get it nice and wide for Fable’s kingly phallus.

True to her word, Hiyo-Licious switched to a cowgirl position and slid the large cock deep inside of her slick tube. Just as Fable thought his face was free to breathe again, there came Cinnamon’s dripping vagina. She’d cleaned off a lot of his spunk, but the smell of sex was still heavy on her as his tongue connected to her hole. She gasped, her orgasm had made her very sensitive.

The two girls gazed at each other as they were pleasured on both ends of the red pegasus. His cock was long and filled Hiyo’s vaginal tube to its very utmost. Their mouth connected in a very long kiss, their tongues caressing one another while Fable’s worked its way into Cinnamon’s cunt.

It wasn’t long at all until Hiyo came once again, this time she felt a slew of juice spread over Fable’s length and his balls. She felt as he came as well, spreading a massive amount of jizz within her, causing her to cry out long and hard as she took off her shirt. She was entirely too hot and she needed to let her modest tits bounce free as she pumped her hot cunny against him. Her wings twitched nonstop while she fucked him harder, making her whine as Cin grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples.

Cinnamon was quick to follow as his long laps of his tongue finally broke her of an orgasm. After such a long romp, the three of them finally got to the point where they were wiped. They slowly got off of the table and sat down on whatever chairs they could find. All of them sat in a powwow circle, having put on a couple of clothes each.

“We need to clean all of this up.” Hiyo said as she saw the tiny puddles of love juices in select places in the back room and lobby. “Why did you talk me into this?” She scowled toward the cream colored unicorn who only wore panties at that point. Cinnamon was leaning on the back of the chair as she sat in it backwards.

“It didn’t take a lot of convincing.” She smiled toward her marefriend as she leaned her chin on her crossed arms with barely open eyes. “Plus, now we have a nice big strong hunk of pegasus to help us close tonight. Isn’t that right, Mr. Regional Manager?”

“Yeah, big strong manager. I’ll get right on that.” Fable said, his boxer briefs riding up his legs but he didn’t feel like fixing them as he leaned against the wall adjacent to the office behind him. “You two are going to make great supervisors. If I ever feel like signing the paperwork.” He joined Hiyo in glaring at Cinnamon.

“Congratulations on the wedding, by the way.” Cin said, causing both of them to exasperate and roll their eyes. This made her laugh a little bit. She probably would have laughed harder if she had any energy to do so. “Who’s the lucky mare?”

Fable raised his eyebrow at her. After just a tiny bit of thought, he gave a tiny chuckle.

Creme Cakes

Three days to go until the big day. If she had to put one more cream filling into one more choux pastry, she was going to scratch someone’s eyes out! Jasmine was exhausted to the point of laying her head on her chair in between checking her baked goods in her oven. Thankfully, Stargazer took Ember Wing with her yesterday so she could get more work done. At least she wasn’t making a wedding cake this time around. Doing that without Pop Candy’s help would have been an impossibility. Her bakery was getting paid for this gig, so it wasn’t a total loss, but doing anything on this scale by yourself was a slog.

The bengal spotted cat woman had all of this on her plate and the icing on the cake was she was going through something else that weighed her down. As her head rested on the seat of her recliner in her living room, she looked between her legs at the tiny wet spot of her extremely tight sweatpants. She was getting overly anxious and there was not a single tan colored stallion in sight. Patch was off at a convention for the day. It was on the other side of Ranchtown, and he’d been planning it for some time now. It was a stroke of luck that it didn’t happen during the wedding, so he could be home to help her get the food to the ceremony. Doing all of that by herself would have been a nightmare.

After all of this, she was planning to take some vacation time to herself, but until then, she had to keep up this momentum. Once again, she felt the hem of her sweatpants start to crawl down her butt, revealing her panties that were now more akin to a thong. Her growth into a more “fluffy” cat was starting to become something of a hindrance. She was just too tired to care about it right this second. Starting an entire business was hard enough. Now she is doing solo projects while keeping up with the baked goods store. She loved babysitting, but those sleepless nights taking care of a little orange pegasus baby started weighing on her.

The buzzer went off in the oven again and she was brought out of her stupor. With a little tug, she could just hear the seams of her sweatpants whine with the pressure her ass was putting on them. Still, she pulled the blue sweatpants back up and stood up. Her tits bounced free in her tiny white tank top. There was no way she was wearing a bra at home. She needed a shopping spree to buy some plus sized clothes before she would even consider doing such a thing.

It was the same routine every time: check the crust, poke the choux to make sure they’re hard enough, use a temp gauge to make sure the filling is the right temperature and let them cool to the correct temperature for edibility; done. There was one more dozen to go. They were already prepared for the oven. It was as easy as popping them in and setting the timer. Before she could do this, though, there was a knock at the door.

She looked toward the front entrance and raised an eyebrow. Frozen Pop said she would be sending help, but she didn’t expect it this early in the day. Jasmine decided to go ahead and get it before she did anything with the oven. She didn’t want to be rude.

As soon as she opened the door, there was the azure colored unicorn stallion at her doorstep. He smiled and waved at her, despite the fact that she looked a little puzzled.

“Hey, Jasmine! Mom said you could use some help. I would have called first but I… yeah I’m going to be honest, I forgot.” Winter chuckled a little, scratching the back of his mane.

“Oh, it’s fine, come on in.” She motioned for him to follow as she walked back into the kitchen. “I just need some help putting these choux pastries in their carriers. I’ve already done the hard part. I’ve been up since seven this morning baking them.” She looked over at the clock to see it was almost eleven. Then she looked at the ridiculous amounts of baked goods she had on her countertops. They were starting to crowd everything in the kitchen.

“That’s fine, I’m pretty much free until later this evening. Tomorrow is when the fun part starts.” Winter said with no shortage of sarcasm. Setting up the chapel was going to be no small task and everyone was coming to help out. He didn’t really want to think about that right that second, though. Compared to that, this was going to be a breeze.

She got back to the piping hot oven and pulled the new sheet of choux pastries from the stove. She sighed, thanking the almighty that this was the last one she had to do. Jasmine opened the oven and let the heat pour upward as she did, making sure to keep her face away from it so it didn’t singe her whiskers. The cat girl bent down to slide the cookie sheet carefully into the top rack of the oven. She paid close attention to the pastries, making sure that none of them touched the top metal. Any contact with it and it would burn within just a few minutes.

Just then, she heard a rip from behind her. Thinking that Winter had found a bag of chips in the cabinet, she ignored it. Once she was certain that the pastries were in the proper position, she carefully closed the oven and set the timer. She bent over once again as she turned on the light within it. They looked good enough for the moment, so she turned off the light.

“Ummm, Jasmine?” Winter asked as she bent over more and she heard that ripping sound once again. “Uuuuummmmmmm, Jasmine??”

“What?” She turned her head back to look at him and his eyes were bugged out. She noticed that he had no bag of chips in his hands. They were together while he twiddled his thumbs, like he was nervous about something. “What’s wro--” That’s when she realized that her pants weren’t crowding her midsection anymore. “Ooohhh… bloody hell.”

She looked down to see that her sweatpants were in tatters and her black panties did very little to hide her nether regions. What a time for this to happen. She didn’t know whether to be angry that Winter was staring at her lower body or if she should be flattered. In fact, the more she looked at the front of his pants, she noticed just how much she appreciated her female form.

“I’m-- I’m sorry.” He started to try and look away, even turn around. One side view of his pants and she noticed that he was very well endowed. What he didn’t know was that she was doing her best to hide the fact that she was gushing at that moment. The embarrassment of revealing her ass to him and the fact that he had a hard on for her only served to cause her nipples to poke from her thin fabric tank top and her black panties to grow a bit darker from getting wet.

“It’s-it’s okay, Winter. It’s my fault. I should have put on something a bit more presentable before I had company.” Jasmine said, knowing full well she had no idea he was coming over. “Besides, I’m only in my underoos.” She spoke as if she were covered at all, but as soon as she took off her sweatpants and threw them in the bin, she felt completely naked. Playing it cool was about the only thing she could do without dying of embarrassment. “I’m just going to fill these new pastries with cream. Don’t mind me. You can start putting those other ones in the plastic containers.”

She motioned him toward the clear plastic holders near him, in front of the bottom cabinets near the entrance. Winter did his best to keep his wits about him as he agreed to help. He started picking up the holders and placing the cream-filled pastries inside. He held a paper towel in his hand to keep his germs off of them and be health conscious.

Then here was Jasmine, thinking about nothing but cream filling a tiny hole in a doughy bun. Who wouldn’t reach that sort of analogy? Pushing a nozzle up against the breading and squeezing the pastry bag to fill the center enough to make it plump. Yeah, that’s not suggestive or anything! She didn’t even know what his dick actually looked like and already the presence of a stallion was making her want to be just as cream filled. Sure, they were friends. She met him at Pearl and Death Metal’s wedding, but until today, she’d never even thought of him like that.

“Can I eat one?” He said, causing her to squeeze the cream so hard, the patry burst and the filling popped out the top and sides. Her eyes went wide as she turned to him, seeing him hold one of her pastries up toward her.

“Oh! Um, yes, by all means. They’re made fresh.” She gave a very nervous chuckle. She wasn’t going to look down. Jasmine was going to keep her eyes up. She was going to take control of the situation. Jasmine needed to overcome this situation. Wow, he was seriously hung. She could even see the outline of his pants that he was packed like a hefty cannoli.

“Thanks, Jasmine.” He said after he took a bite. “Wow, these are really good. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged until the wedding.” He said as he did his best to keep the cream from getting on his fingers. He decided to lick the cream off of the bitten pastry and her jaw went slack. That tongue was marvelous to behold. It was like her heat was trying its very best to make her into a sex-starved harlot and reality just didn’t want to argue.

She went back to concentrating on what she was doing. Jasmine started in on it and took it one at a time. Soon, she found herself getting immersed in the baking, as she always did. Getting into the zone when it came to baking was as natural as breathing, she’d done it so many times. The cat girl had to make sure she didn’t overfill them, but put enough to where people could taste the cream.

In the baking world, these weren’t even near the hardest kinds to make. Croquembouche towers, now those were difficult as all hell. Not only were they the tiniest little pastries, but each had to be cream filled, stacked in a cylinder and spinning that damn sugar to make it to where they don’t stick together too much. Creating dozens of those tiny things for one tower was hell. She’d made a few of them, but she certainly did not like it. She loved the challenge, but the process was so bloody slow.

Then she remembered the pastry that burst. She’d already had one too many of these pastries when she started cooking them. She should probably get some real food in her belly before she became a bit too unhealthy. She picked it up and held it toward the unicorn stallion who was still hard at work.

“Hey, Winter, I have one that I messed up on here. If you’d like, you can have this one too.” She said, noting that the cream was already on half of her finger. Jasmine hardly noticed, though. If you were a baker, you got your hands dirty, it was just something you had to accept.

“Oh, definitely.” He said as he looked to see that there was a lot of cream coming out the sides still. It was all over the outside of the choux and some had dribbled onto her second knuckle. He wasted no time in running his tongue over the pastry, and slightly touching his tongue to her finger.

Sploosh. That’s all she could think of at that moment. Her eyes went completely perplexed while her legs began to buckle. One touch of his tongue and she suddenly felt herself begin to overflow. As soon as he took the pastry from her fingers, she took one step back.

“I’m sorry, I need to use the loo.” Jas said as she made her way around him in the kitchen and rushed toward the hallway, grabbing her phone from her recliner as she scurried to the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet seat, she began to text as fast as she could to Patch.

She felt her aching pussy up with two fingers and took a look at them. A string of viscous fluid dangled between her fingers as she separated them. This was hopeless! The last thing she wanted to do was be unfaithful or have unfaithful thoughts without at least letting him know. She knew what it was like to be cheated on and it was devastating. Such a heartless action made with such ill intent. It took her forever to get over that bastard.

Jasmine: Patch! I need you to know that my heat is in full swing today! Winter, God bless his childish ignorance, he’s over here and I am staring at him like a predator stares down a deer! I have no idea what to do. He’s helping me with my pastries and all I can think about is how wet I’m getting! Should I ask him to leave? I should do that before I do something I regret.

She hit send. The guilt gripped her chest like a vise and all the sudden she began to fear what he would think of her in such a situation. He was out there, enjoying himself at a video game expo and here she was, thinking such terrible thoughts about another stallion. After everything he did for her and the love she felt for such a--

Her phone sent her a notification, and her heart stood still as she saw that it was him texting her back. Part of her didn’t want to know what he said, but the other part was thankful that he wasn’t holding her in suspense.

Patch: Well, honey, the guy is getting married here in a few days, so he obviously won’t want you for himself. I’ve come to learn about these guys and they wouldn’t mind giving you a little something to tide you over until I get home. I say go for it.

She was dumbfounded, downright flabbergasted. Was this really Patch that sent the message? Part of her thought it was too good to be true but the other part was bombing her brain, wondering how he could just allow his girlfriend to go off and get fucked by another guy.

Jasmine: Are you serious? If I were in your shoes, I’d at least want to be there to agree with it face to face. I mean… I’m grateful that you care about me enough to let me do this but… I don’t know.

Patch: Honey, that’s just a difference between us and it’s fine. I know Winter well enough and I know that if things got “hard” for me, that he’d let me have a go with Golden Goal with your permission. The pack of friends I made here are a caring bunch and they aren’t afraid to share. So why should I be afraid?

It did make sense. Jasmine had to mull it over a little bit in her brain to get it processing again. It was so over-crowded with hormones, biological clocks and guilt; but mostly hormones. She truly felt fortunate to have such a caring and understanding pony in her life. Patch truly was one of a kind and the best of the best. To think that she had doubted him in the first place. Her love for him shined in that moment. She was almost reduced to the happiest of tears.

Patch: Also, send me pictures. I totally want to see this.

There was a long pause. She drew in a deep breath for a long sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Of course.” She muttered.

Winter had no idea if these pastries were done or not. However, the buzzer went off and he was fairly certain they looked golden brown enough as pastries went. He wasn’t even going to attempt to put the cream into them because he was very sure that he would screw that up. He put them atop the stove and waved the hotpad over them to dissipate some of the heat they emitted. It was so hot in here, he was seriously baking in his fur. Part of him wanted to open the window, but he didn’t want to be rude. You don’t go around opening windows of places you don’t live.

He aired out his shirt at the collar and got away from the oven as quickly as he could.

“A little warm?” He jumped a little bit, as he didn’t hear Jasmine walk into the living room. She giggled a little bit and went to the oven, switching it off and taking a look at the choux pastries on the stove. She got her temp gauge and poked it into the center to get a good read. Winter couldn’t help but notice she didn’t replace her sweatpants, still wearing her tight panties and white tank top that left very little to the imagination.

“Ummm, yeah I’m not big on warm climates.” Winter said and noticed that she was checking the temp on the pastry while also sticking her butt straight back toward him. Her ass was big and her cheeks were round globes with a thin black fabric running down between them. The bengal spot pattern on her fur was quite fascinating. After a while, he couldn’t tell if he was just staring at her ass or the spots.

“I can turn off the oven and turn down the heater, but it’ll be a bit before you start feeling it. Why don’t you get into something a bit more comfortable?” Jasmine asked as she stood up and popped her back, stretching a bit and giving him a very clear view of her under boobs. “Take a page from my book.”

He wasn’t sure how to take this. Whether there was some deeper meaning to her wanting him to take his clothes off or if she was truly worried about his comfort, he supposed it didn’t matter. He took the invitation while it stood and started getting his pants off along with his shirt. He stood in gray boxer briefs and turned to see that she had gone back to her pastries on the stove.

“Thanks for putting my choux pastries in their carriers. It really helps me out. Frozen said you’d be taking them with you?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve got a few of the decorations in my car already, so I’ll be heading straight over to the chapel after this to drop it all off. Tomorrow’s going to be… fun…” He found himself dreading the decorating again. Then he turned around to see her tail swaying over her very round ass and it suddenly didn’t bother him too much.

“You want me to show you how I make some chouxs?” She asked him, looking back toward him and seemingly not noticing he was staring at her panties. The black piece of cloth actually seemed like it was riding up her butt crack even more than before, now that he thought about it.

“Yeah, but why are they called shoes?” He asked, stepping up behind her to look over her shoulder, as she was quite a bit shorter than he was.

“It’s not shoes like you put on your hooves. Choux is French for ‘cabbage’ and honestly, the meaning behind it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. It’s because of the irregular shape they are after they bake. They just look roundish to me. It doesn’t remind me of cabbage much.” She said as she prepared another batch of cream in the pastry bag. As she put the bag against the next pastry, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. “Have a closer look, you handsome bloke.”

His eyes widened as his crotch was now perched firmly against her butt cheeks.

“Oh, did someone crack a fat?” She said in a much stronger accent. Before he could ask her what “crack a fat” meant, she reached back and gripped his phallic outline in the front of his underwear. “That’s a big yes.” Her eyes widened as she felt the size and girth. She couldn’t believe how solid he was.

“Ummm, Jassy? When did you-” Winter began to ask.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just creaming these little buns.” She smiled sweetly as she squeezed the pastry bag and watched as the pastry slightly grew as it was filled. Little by little, she repeated the same motion to the other pastries. Jasmine hummed as her butt rubbed against his crotch, swaying from side to side. The azure colored unicorn sweated as he gave her a puzzled look. In no time flat, his cock was at full erection and hotdogged between her voluptuous cheeks. He was stretching his underwear to its limits as the head of his cock pressurized the hem.

“Are you and Patch doing okay?” Winter asked, knowing that relationship rebounds were not healthy between friends. He knew they never ended well for at least one of the parties involved.

“We’re doing just fine, ya bloke.” She giggled and put her hand on the side of his cheek as his cheek cuddled up against his opposite. “He’s just at a convention and I’m… moistening the front of your jocks.”

“Oh.” Winter breathed a sigh of relief. Then he wondered for a moment. She wouldn’t be doing this unless Patch was cool with it. This was news to him. He shrugged, then decided to test the waters a bit. He reached behind her and slipped his finger underneath her underwear, pulling it to the side to expose her bottom region.

“Oh!” She gasped. “Someone’s a little bold, aren’t we?” She couldn’t help but get deep into her lustful state once again. Her juices were running over her pussy lips and down her inner thighs. Winter could just smell the hormones emitting from her. With one lift of her leg and turning her body more toward him, he took a much closer look as his muzzle pressed against the overflowing quim. Her lips were open and juicy and his tongue dragged against them.

She let out a long whine as she felt his mouth engulf her swelling vagina. His hands held her butt cheeks spread apart as his lips wrapped around her and sucked. Jasmine did everything she could to keep her leg from spasming as she rested it onto his shoulder. His tongue dug deep down into her honey hole and she rested one hand on the edge of the stove, while the other gripped her large, squishy breast. Jas pinched her own nipple as Winter feasted on her nether regions.

“Wi-Winter! I had no idea you’d take to this--OH!--S-so naturally!” The leg she leaned on for balance buckled. She tried so hard not to drool, but that was far more difficult than it looked. Her heat was boiling over at this point and part of her wanted to stop Winter before he made her climax. The other part of her wanted to pull his face even harder into her crotch. She wanted to smother him in her sopping pussy flood.

In no time flat, Jasmine had her thick thighs around his head as she brought him down to the floor backwards. His eyes bugged out as his back hit the ground and her luscious pink lips pressed against his mouth. There was a spark of desire in her eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth on his face and felt his tongue lash against her labia folds.

“Oh! Winter! You’re such a stud! Thank you so much, I needed this!” She said and brought her phone up from the countertop and got a good angle of both of them. Jasmine pulled her tanktop up to reveal one of her nipples as she made her best kissing face. She snapped one good image and placed it on the floor nearby. His tongue grinded against skin inner pink skin and in just a few motions, she began to tremble through a large, stimulating orgasm.

She finally dismounted his face and relieved her tits of her tank top. Before he could even prop himself up on his elbows, her hand went inside his underoos and clenched his phallic shaft with a nice tight grip.

“Bloody hell! He’s massive!” She said as she finally got a good look at his prick. She marvelled as she uncovered his blue cock with large dark blue spots. Of all the colors she had envisioned, blue was among the least likely she would have guessed but the shape was much akin to Patch’s. Her tongue touched the tip as she felt the salty jizz against her taste buds. She pulled his underwear down even farther as her head began to bob up and down and her hand gripped his big balls.

“Damn, Jasmine,” Winter said as the cat woman went to town on his penis, slobbering all over the head and shaft as if she were starved half to death. “Just how bad have you got it?”

She stopped for a moment and her hand took over, wanking him at a fast rhythm and pace. “I’m in serious heat right now and your prick is delicious.” She went back to sucking him off as he closed his eyes and grunted at her wondrous technique. Then she looked back at him and started jerking him again as she spoke. “Where do you want to cum on me?”

His eyes widened a bit at the question. He thought for a moment while she attached her mouth back onto him, sucking him with her mouth like a vise. After just a few moments, it seemed like she forgot about the question and he wasn’t too worried about it.

As soon as she pulled her mouth off of him and started to massage him with her hand again, a spurt of jizz splattered against her face, causing her to squeal a bit. It was hot against her face and oozed down her tongue as another shot doused her chin and her cheeks, he grunted and scrunched his face a bit.

“Fuck me! You got a lot in you, didn’t you?” She said and he rose from the ground. Her cum glazed face looked at him, puzzled as he put his hand against her juicy ass and brought her around so that his backside was facing him.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said as he jerked his cock behind her and pressed the head against her pussy lips.

“What?” She inquired, but didn’t give the least bit of resistance.

“You said to fuck you.” He grinned and she hadn’t even realized she said it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Jasmine replied, but he was already sliding into her. “Not that I’m arguing!” Her voice heightened in tone as her fuck hole was stretched. She was full of cock within seconds and her slippery walls gave him no problems aside from a tight squeeze. She gave a few tiny howls of glee as his hands clenched her thick bottom and his prick rocked her back and forth as he rutted her.

Her gooey face went against the kitchen floor as she felt his prick stir up her insides and his balls patted against her groin.

“How are you getting tighter?” Winter asked, his voice strained as he pounded the pussy’s pussy and she let out a exasperated laugh as he jabbed her.

“Fuck if I know, you little rascal! Grab my phone! Patch needs to see this!” She said as she was barely able to reach her cell. She handed it off to Winter as she slowed down a bit to get a good angle as he pointed it to where he was able to see it. One snap went off. He put the phone back on the floor beside them and began to bang her. Her tits bounced back and forth and the fat on her ass rippled with each impact. “Oh! God! Yes! Fucking hell! I’m cumming!”

As she said this, her pussy gripped him even tighter and her hand reached back to massage her clit. She mewed as her entire body tingled and she broke out in gooseflesh. As if to compound her euphoria, there came three shots from his cock. The first three coated her insides as he pulled out of her and jerked out four more all over her ass and cat tail.

“Oh, Winter, you’re doing well, aren’t you?” She said as her cheek pressed against the floor and her fingers continued to lazily rub her clit. “I can’t thank you enough for this. Now get on your back.”

“Thanks, I-- wait, what?” Winter blinked as she turned her head to face him. After just a moment of staring at each other, the unicorn backed away a bit and laid on the tile floor as the cum dripping cat girl climbed on top of him and slid his lively prick back into her slippery fuck hole.

“There’s a good lad.” She strained a little bit to get him back into her already thoroughly fucked honey pot. “Here’s a good picture for you dirty blokes!” She started to bounce up and down on his dick, making her boobs flop up and down. She accentuated the flopping motion for him as her pink nipples became motion blurs for the picture as Winter snapped it.

Once again, she was moaning as his blue dick put pressure on her tight tube.

“Hey, honey!” Patch called out as he made it home from the convention. He didn’t do very well in controlling his spending, but he got a lot of Neptune 5 games that he was more than happy about. All the sudden, his senses were met with pure unbridled sex. The whole house smelled of cum and pastries as he walked into view of his cat girlfriend on the floor, covered in white goo. Winter was not far away. He laid on the floor, lying on his side as he gasped for breath. His prick was flaccid, soft and useless.

“Oh! Patch! Welcome home!” She looked at the clock and realized that she’d been fucking on and off for five hours. The floor around her was wet with patches and tiny puddles of jizz that also spotted her fur and her hair. “Wow, time really flies.”

“Damn, honey. This was one of your bad ones, wasn’t it?” He looked at the kitchen floor, almost afraid that he’d slip if he made one wrong move. “It looks like a warzone in here.”

“Yeah, bro, sorry about that. I’ll help clean it up.” Winter said as he got up from his side to a sitting position. More than one of his body parts popped as he stretched.

“We could, you know, go for a three way, if you’d---ugh…” Jasmine started to rise up from the kitchen floor but her heaviness weighed her back down to the ground. Then she started to doze off.

“Maybe next time.” Patch said as he and Winter started to clean up a bit.

“I’m always up for it.” Winter said, but it was clear from the bags under his eyes that he was in no mood right then and there. It was a bit odd seeing Winter in the buff, but Patch didn’t mind that much. “I’ll help you carry her to the bathroom. We can sponge her off.”

“Good idea.” Patch nodded as he and the unicorn surveyed the possible outcomes of trying to pick her up. An approach was rather hard to come by, now that both of them thought about it. “Ummmm… damn.” Patch said, and Winter started to laugh.

Batmare Returns

The big day was looming within sight as the cars built up in the chapel parking lot. Friends and family arrived in droves to help with the decorations as people brought in flowers, food, candles, formal clothes and lots of love. People were hustling throughout the premises as Frozen Pop entered to see Vodka Martini setting up the drink table. Normally she’d be setting up the alcohol, but this was just a water and juice table for the helpers to drink while they worked.

“Voddy!” The blue unicorn lady approached her as she set down another dark liquid cup on the tabletop.

“Hey, you old skank!” The yellow shark pony laughed as they embraced and kissed each others cheeks. “Looks like we have enough food for today and tomorrow, thanks to you.”

“I can’t take all the credit. If it weren’t for Pop Candy and Jasmine, I would have never gotten enough.” Frozen said as they both walked into the main wedding hall. Stargazer was already there. With her was Fable and Letty’s little bundle of joy inside a makeshift play area she made from boxes and pillows. She waved, and both of the ladies waved back as they admired the little tike crawling around while rolling a big red ball.

“Miss Pop,” A gruff voice said from behind her. She turned to see a beige stallion with a small but straight trimmed mustache. Frozen had only ever met Strongheart once, soon after Ember Wing was born. “I came to offer my services. Where do you need me?” He asked, then turned to see an older stallion walk in with a very large box in hand. The red pegasus eyed the beige pegasus and Storm quickly put the box down on the pew and approached the older male.

“Strongheart!” The two met in a hearty handshake. “Was wondering when you’d make an entrance. You missed a good bachelor party.”

“Apologies, Fire Storm, but I had to make sure work could survive without me for a couple of days.” The two patted each other one the arms.

“Strongheart, you could definitely help Storm bring in some of the heavier boxes.” Frozen Pop eyed Fire Storm with a wink and a little smile.

“Sounds like a plan.” Strongheart rolled up his sleeves as Fire Storm led him away toward the front.

“I saw that.” Vodka said once they were out of earshot. Frozen glanced at her from the side and rolled her eyes.

“It’s just your imagination.” Frozen said as they started toward the altar.

“Uh huh, then how did you know what I was talking about if you didn’t fuck the big red cutie?” Vodka lowered her voice as she noticed his ex-wife was in the corner of the room, playing with her grandson.

“Still have no idea what you mean.” Frozen gave a coy smile toward the shark pony who gave a laugh. The two of them went down the hall from the main hall to the kitchen, where she saw a surprising sight.

Voltage, Fable and Winter were sitting in the very large chapel kitchen at the table. All three of them had coffee and bags under their eyes as they either had their head laid down or leaned against their palms.

“Well, look at this bunch.” Vodka said as she walked over to the table. “Rough night?”

“You can say that.” Winter responded. He would have never guessed that Jasmine had such a lubido, let alone Patch. The azure unicorn was drained.

“Try ‘rough few days.’ I never thought gathering stuff for a wedding could kill your energy.” Fable nodded toward Voltage. “Volt, you good?”

“Fantastic.” Voltage responded, never taking her head up from her arms on the table. The red pony put his hand on hers and held it. She gave him a gentle squeeze, but still didn’t raise from the table.

“We just need a few minutes.” Winter said to his Mom and Vodka. Who nodded.

“Take as long as you need, honey.” Frozen held her son’s head to his chest and petted his mane. “You go ahead and rest. We’ve got the preparations under control.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Winter said as she released him and went back to Vodka, who was already on her way out. The two of them went into the hallway and made their way toward the back rooms.

“What a rough bunch.” Vodka whispered toward Frozen, who nodded. “How have you been handling all of this setup? Shouldn’t you be having a bit of rest yourself?”

“I’m pretty much done with my part. I coordinated it to where the decorations and the food will get done while I just make sure it all goes down without a hitch.” She got to the third door in the hallway and knocked.

“Come in!” A voice said with a melodic tone from inside. They opened the door to see several half naked and prettily dressed mares trying on bridesmaids outfits. Letty was in the center of them with her wedding gown on. Overcoat was concentrating on the skirt, making sure she got all of the wrinkles and blemishes off of the dress. Three pins hung from the side of her mouth as she worked her needle and string through the fabric.

“Hey Frozen! Hey Vodka!” Grem said, sitting completely naked on the couch off to the side as she ate grapes from a bowl beside her.

“Grem, why are you still naked?” Sky Blue asked from the other side of the room. She was still lacing up the back of her bridesmaid dress. It was a beautiful bright blue dress with purple ribbons down the front of it. There were little clear crystals interlaced all over the cups and the abdomen area. The blue unicorn with reddish brown hair walked over to the couch where the bat pony was and grabbed one of the vines of green grapes. “And stop hogging the grapes.”

Grem gave her a nasty look and held the rest of the bowl protectively. Sky grinned and made her horn glow as she made another vine of red grapes rise up and travel through the air to her hand.

“Hey!” Grem shouted and the two stared each other down.

“Pipe down, you two!” Golden Goal said as she walked from the back of the room, where they had the vanity. She was topless, but mostly because she was tired of wearing shirts of any sort with her pregnant belly. Both of the girls backed off, still in a huff.

“Well, it’s nice to know you ladies are getting along.” Vodka said with no shortage of sarcasm. This drew some scowls from both of them. “Didn’t you invite Pearl and Death Metal to be bridesmaids?”

“Yeah, we did.” Golden said, looking over toward Letty, who drew a cryptic expression, shrugging. “Both of them said that they would make the wedding, but they couldn’t be part of the actual party. They didn’t give us any reason.”

The room went somewhat silent after she said this. That was, until the door opened behind them without knocking, and Hat Trick walked through the door. The older brown unicorn mare stepped in with three grocery bags.

“Oh, Mom! Finally!” Golden Goal said as she very slowly got up from her sitting position. Her mother met her in the middle and started getting the essentials that she asked for.

“I’m sorry it took so long, darling. The stores were packed. It’s one of the downfalls of doing this during the holidays.” Hattie said as she got her the kelp chips and cut pieces of cantaloupe.

“It’s fine, Mom, you’re a lifesaver!” She said as she went back to the couch with her food, starting to chomp away.

“Kelp and cantaloupe are your pregnant foods?” Jet asked as she stepped out of the corner, along with Lemon Square, who was naked for no discernable reason other than being a nudist.

“Oh, honey, that’s not even on the top 100 weirdest pregnant foods.” Frozen Pop laughed. “When I was pregnant with Winter, I had to have ketchup and lettuce or I would start to go crazy.”

“Ketchup and lettuce ain’t bad.” Hattie said as she sat between Grem and Golden. “With Golden, I did cheese fries with maple syrup.”

This caused some groans throughout the room, as well as a couple of puking sound effects.

“Pickles and bananas for Citrus.” Vodka said, then laughed at the more exaggerated reactions she got from the girls in the room.

“Maybe getting pregnant is a bad idea.” Sky said as she threw away the empty grapevine.

“And done!” Overcoat said as she stood up. Everyone in the room looked over at Letty, who was now standing in a finished wedding dress. As blue as the sky and as pretty as a fairy, Letty took a good look at her skirt and her top. The blue fabric was ruffled in the chest, trimmed with white borders and embroidered flower pedals all throughout the midsection. The skirt was long, all the way down to her shins while there were no sleeves and no straps at the top.

“Amazing, that means we’re ready!” Golden said as she put the empty container to her side and rose to meet Letty in a gentle hug. “I’m so excited!” There were tears in her eyes as she pressed her muzzle against the yellow pony’s shoulder.

“Aww, Golden, I’m so happy we’re doing this together. It helps to have someone like you to get through this with.” Letty said as she stroked the unicorn’s long mane. That’s when both of them heard a collective “Awwwwww!” From all of the girls in the room, to which Vodka Martini began to guffaw.

“Oh! Grem, you’re putting on clothes. What’s the occasion?” Sky asked as she sat in a chair, reading a magazine on the other side of the large dressing room. The bat pony slipped on her “Got Wings?” t-shirt and did not answer her. Instead, she went to Letty and whispered something in her ear.

Letty put on a thoughtful face, then smiled at Grem through her deep purple eyes. She nodded to the gray bat and started to get out of her dress. While two other girls helped the bride out of her gown, Grem ran out the door into the hall.

“Hey! Close the door!” Hattie said, noticing more than a couple of girls were still either naked or topless. Grem either didn’t hear her or didn’t care enough to backtrack. After a moment, Electric Spark poked his head into the doorway.

“Llllladies?” He grinned. Causing a few of them to raise their eyebrows.

The red pegasus groom-to-be had finally gained back a bit of control in his legs. He stood in the groom dressing room and looked over his tuxedo closely. It was pure white with a black bowtie, black buttons and black shoes. It stood on a mannequin that matched his size and he made sure there were no fuzzballs, no dust, creases or wrinkles. Effectively, he was doing a military inspection on it. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if there was a bit of a snag, but this was supposed to be the only time in his life he’d get married.

He wondered what Winter was up to right then. It was his changing room too. It was big enough to hold him and all of his groomsmen, but they were all out either helping set up the wedding hall or getting their last minute business done before coming to the rehearsal.

Then his mind turned to Voltage and Spark. For the first time in his life, he noticed that the two of them had barely even looked at each other, let alone interacted. Everytime he approached either of them about it, they would deny anything was wrong and that it was just a spat between siblings. Fable has had some spats with Sun Fire. If things got this bad, something was seriously wrong.

Still, that was a fire to be put out later. He couldn’t think about that right now. There were ten other things that were front and center on his list. Fable needed to keep his focus set. If he kept running around putting out fires, he’d be a mess on the big day. He had today and tomorrow before the wedding took place and he had to make the best of what time he had.

When he was finally sure that his tuxedo was ready to wear, he heard the door open and shut very quickly. As soon as it did, the light went out. He yelped in surprise as he turned around. What little light came from the curtained window showed him that no one was at the door.

“What the hell?” Fable asked, looking around the darkened room. Shadows that surrounded him seemed more ominous. It was deathly silent and he could hear his own breath and feel his heart beating in his chest. As big as the room was, he was at least twenty steps away from the front door and the light switch.

A shadow moved and he felt a serious chill run up his spine as his hands went out to either side and his knees bent. Fable’s blue eyes were wide open as he tried his best to stay alert. He took two quick steps toward the front door, but then he heard hoof steps. A shadow approached him fast from the corner of his eye and jumped. He yelped once again in surprise as a figure came down on him, tackling him to the ground.

“What the-!” He froze hardcore as a pointy eared, black figure held him to the floor. Two pupiless eyes gazed down at him and with what little light there was, he could see a big, fangy grin. His shocked expression was clear as day as the door opened and the light turned on. “G-Grem?!”

There was the bat pony mare standing over him with her hands out in front of her as if she intended to grab him.

“Grem, are you trying to give him a heart attack?” Letty said from the door as she walked in with her bag at her side. Grem giggled. She was dressed in a black costume with a cowl covering the top part of her face and black body armor. There was a bat symbol between her large, hulking breasts and slanted spikes on the sides of her forearms.

Fable went limp on the ground as he breathed a giant sigh of relief. “Yeah, she is.” He gave her a scowl as she laughed a bit and stood up straight. “What exactly are you doing?”

“I wanted to show you my costume! We have a bit of freetime, and we thought we’d propose a little activity we’ve been planning.” She helped the red stallion to his hooves. “This little theatrical was just a little too good to miss. Sorry about that, Fable.” She gave a little snicker as he continued to give her a sour look.

“So, what’s the idea?” Fable asked as Letty opened her little pack and started bringing out a few concept arts. She handed them over to him and he immediately raised an eyebrow of recognition.

There was a picture of Spider-mare, Rainscald and a dark avenger much akin to Grem’s cosplay. All three of them were posing in their superhero stances like you’d see in the old comic book trading cards of team ups. The other papers were rough sketches of what looked like a full blown graphic novel. Apparently, she’d come up with a couple of ideas.

“Batmare…” He said aloud, and the two of them nodded. He shrugged and then saw Letty pull out a full book of notebook paper, along with one of his trusty quills, motioning him toward the vanity, which included a full desk and chair with a couch beside it. He gave a hearty chuckle, then walked over there with them. He sat at the vanity and turned the notepad to a blank page. “Alright, so what kind of a story were you two thinking about.”

The two mares sat on the couch, looking at him with blank stares. Grem looked over at Letty, who blinked, trying to think. She then turned to Fable and shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s what we came to you for.” Grem replied with a big smile. Fable pursed his lips, blinking at Grem. Looking toward Letty didn’t help much either. He hummed a little bit as he turned to the blank sheet of paper in front of him. Then he looked up toward the ceiling with his quill feather rubbing under his chin.

“Have you ever used a wing feather as a quill?” Grem asked, drawing looks from both pegasi. There was a long pause between the three of them with the random question. Fable sighed.

“Yes, yes I have.” Fable said as he started to write. “Well, after their little romp last time. I’m guessing it’ll be a little while before they meet up again.”

“Given his symbiote was screamed off after their relations?” Letty said and Fable was nodding.

“So there was a sex scene in your original idea?” Grem asked, both of them nodding at this point. “Oh! Do you still have that script?” She asked with a blush on her face.

“He keeps it in a safe and according to everyone else, it doesn’t exist.” Letty said as Fable looked away and whistled in an innocent manner.

“Alright, we digress.” Fable said as he dipped his quill to get it to full and started to scribble down. “So, we’re going to say it’s been around three months down the line since their last meeting. We’ll start with Spider-mare on patrol. We’ll start with her point of view, though that will change part way through.”

At this point it was just Fable’s writing hand flashing across the page with his quill scratching against the paper as he explained the scene. Both Grem and Letty just listened as he spoke while the yellow mare put a fresh piece of sketch paper on a clipboard on her lap.

“Just another night in the city. It was quiet. In fact, it was so quiet that-”

The lady Spider was considering going home tonight. There just wasn’t a single robbery or mugging going on anywhere in the city. She zipped across the air as she shot the web from her wrist to the top of buildings. She finally stopped as she found a low enough building to keep an eye on the road as she leaned toward the edge of the roof.

She was beautiful. The yellow mare with a black mane stood with her eyes fixed on the street below. It was busy without being congested and it was rumbly without being too loud. Normally, she’d hear a scream or some sort of gunfire or explosion from down the street. Tonight, there was nothing. If ever there was a night to take a breather, this must have been the one the universe was telling her to take.

One step backward, however, and her dorsal hit a solid mass, causing her to yip. Her senses didn’t tell her that she was in trouble, and yet she felt two arms close in around her. Spider-mare yelped in surprise as she looked down to see two pitch black arms at her midsection. It took her two seconds to put it together as she felt the breath at the back of her mane.

“I’m sorry, did I forget to kill you last time we fought?” She asked, making the taller, larger stallion snicker just a bit. The monstrous visage on his face made him look like a skeletal abomination. His hollow eyes had tiny red glowing dots that acted as his pupils as he smiled down toward her. Rainscald was stacked, though. Even with an ugly red horse skull symbol on his chest, his muscles were swollen through the symbiotic black suit. “How did you get this thing back on you?”

“It took some doing, thanks to you.” His mask melted off of his face to show his red fur with black mane. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”

“Oh, so now you’re my boyfriend? When did that happen?” Despite her sassy qualities, she was still leaning into him. Her mask’s white eyes gazed at him from her side with a scowl, but she made no move to get him away from her. “I seem to remember you were all mad that I broke your shit. What happened to that?”

“Well, if you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have been introduced to our mutual friend.” His suit wiggled slightly in his forearm as he spoke, and she was suddenly a little more uncomfortable. Then his hand came up to her face and turned her back toward his as he leaned down. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about me this whole time.”

“So what if I was? I don’t make it a point to date the villains I fight. Did you come here for a reason, or were you wanting to ignite an old flame that never existed?” Spider-mare asked, then her cheeks deepened red as his arms clutched around her tighter.

“I came here to ask for your help.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She did her very best not to make it affect her breathing as she listened. However, there was no denying that his deep, luscious voice was causing sensations. “Someone new has been committing some hostile takeovers around the city.”

“Why haven’t I heard about this? Sounds like something I would have heard about beforehand.” Spider-mare drew in a sharp breath as he started nibbling on her ear. Her grip on his arms tightened and she turned her head to give him a mean look. “Not to mention, it sounds like you want them out of the way so you can do your dirty work. How do I know this isn’t the suit talki---ooohh.” She started to riggle as he started to kiss up the side of her neck.

“I’ve grown better with the suit. We have a better understanding now. In fact, you’re the only thing we agreed on from the start.” He chuckled a little bit. She was melting like butter in his arms even while she tried to put up a strong front. “What do you say? You can take down some of the scum in this city and even work with me.”

“I…” She sputtered a bit. There was too much sensation coursing through her loins and her head felt all floaty. “I don’t…”

Before she could say anything more, she heard three objects knock against Rainscald’s back, making him grunt.

“What--” Then he growled in pain as all three of them burst. Both of them were knocked forward. As the large black suited red stallion knocked her forward, she began to teeter off the edge of the building. He grabbed her arm in time, though she mostly had her balance by then.

“Unhand her!” A high pitched voice called from the shadows. As he heard this, his mask slid back over his head with the glowing red eyes glanced around the building’s rooftop. All he saw was a torn up billboard, some wooden crates, a water tower and a little hut in the middle with a door leading down the stairs to the lower levels of the building they stood on.

“Alright, who the hell said that?” He asked in a loud, growling voice. The back of his suit healed itself rather quickly, but neither he nor the symbiote were happy about this. “Were you expecting company?”

“Can’t say I was.” Spider-mare was just as puzzled as he was. Running her eyes across the whole scene, she barely caught a glimpse of a figure popping up and over the billboard. The figure was balled up into a cannonball position up until right before she made contact with Rainscald.

Her black wings flapped open as the batsuit she wore was in full view. With her fist reared back for a punch and her leg outstretched for a flying kick, she descended upon Rainscald with her face snarling through her black bat mask. With quick reflexes, his suit stretched his arm out to catch her leg mid-flight and his other arm caught her fist midswing. Without a second of hesitation, she swung her other fist into a punch which collided with his face and sent him back stumbling a few steps.

His grip loosened on her appendages and she kicked onto the ground, back flipping and landing into fighting position. He finally got a good look at this newcomer as they stood opposite one another. He noticed that she had flowing reddish orange hair coming out of the back of her cowl. Below that cowl were two very large, very obvious breasts with which the body armor she wore was shaped.

“And who might you be?” Rainscald asked, his glowing eyes widening a bit at her visage. The symbol above her breasts was the dark bronze shape of a bat. In turn, she also sized him up, not overlooking the large bulge between his legs as accentuated by his shiny black, living suit.

“I’m Batmare.” As she said this, she swung her arm upward, releasing three bat shaped boomerangs. Before they reached him, Rainscald shot two black webs to catch them in the air, swinging them to the side and into the edge of the roof.

Their fight was fast paced. Within just a few moves, Rainscald could tell that she was very good. For every hit he landed on her, she got two on him. As she reared back for another strike, his suit expanded, causing her fist to sink into the black symbiote’s sludge-like viscosity.

As Spider-mare grunted with a bit of a disgusted sound, Rainscald turned his gaze toward her as she stood with crossed arms.

“I don’t suppose you were wanting to help?” Rainscald asked, making her chuckle.

“You got this, Rainy.” She commented with a thumbs up, making him scoff and roll his eyes.

“What? You’re helping this guy?” Batmare said as she struggled to get her fist away from his symbiote’s grasp. She looked from Rainscald, over to Spider-mare and scowled while she was still pulling against the black goop that clutched her forearm. “Are you both working for Calabrese? Where is he striking next?” Grem demanded as she swung another punch toward his midsection, but this time his suit bubbled outward and caught that pulled into her other hand. She was effectively cuffed by his black ooze.

“Hold it, lady! We’re not working for Calabrese and we’re not fighting!” Rainscald said as he pulled her away from him when her leg extended for a kick. “I’m going after Calabrese and she’s gonna help me.”

“Ummm, never said yes to that.” Spider-mare held up her pointer finger in a slight protest.

This seemed to calm down Batmare at least enough to stop flailing and listen as she hung, suspended in midair by a black tendril from above. Her bound wrists above her head. She was gasping for breath as she finally began to settle down.

“Now look, I’m taking down Calabrese tonight. I have a few places he could be meeting. If we patrol tonight, we could even catch them in the act if we’re lucky.” Rainscald said, talking to both of them now. Even though Spider-mare hadn’t said it yet, he knew she was in.

“Ummmm, is she okay?” Spider-mare pointed toward Batmare, who was still breathing hard, even so long after they stopped fighting. Rainscald picked up on this and tilted his head. Not only was she gasping, but she was sweating a bit.

“Batmare? Everything alright?” Rainscald asked her, noticing that she was slightly licking her tongue outside of her lips.

“Can you squeeze my wrists a little,” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “More?”

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Fable said, looking at Grem who wore a similar gasping expression. “Wasn’t she just ready to pound him?”

“Yes, but now she wants him to pound her.” Grem’s eyes glared toward Fable. At first, he thought she was joking, but her deadpan expression never changed. “Hard.”

There was a long pause. Even Letty gazed at the bat pony incredulously. Fable cleared his throat and looked back down to his notebook.

“Alright then.” He started writing once again. “So, she’s got a bondage thing and asks Rainscald--”

“You have anymore tentacles?” Batmare gleamed her bedroom eyes at him through her mask. Rainscald’s eyes were almost bulging at this point. She was in danger of being held by a villain and yet she was hanging there, getting soaking wet inside of her batsuit. “Mmm-my bottoms come off.” She gasped.

“Wow, someone likes to get cuffed.” Spider-mare walked up to where she hung by her wrists and as she got closer, Batmare’s tongue stuck out longer toward her. As she walked toward the bat pony in the black suit, she moaned louder. The yellow mare’s eyes widened, then looked down toward her lower region. Between her legs, another black tendril was pressed against her crotch.
Batmare cried out in lust as his tentacle-like appendage squirmed against the front of her tights. Her legs twitched as they spread apart and drool dripped from her lips. She went from a badass crimefighter to a begging harlot in a matter of minutes. Her pink quim drooled along with her, especially as his tendril worked its way through the side of her cup. The slimy surface licked at her nether lips, causing her to gush even harder as her legs went spread eagle.

“Okay, that’s creepy. Stop that.” Spider-mare said this, but she also got closer to Batmare’s groin as the fluids started to flow over her leggings. Rainscald rolled his eyes but complied anyway. As he withdrew the appendage, though, it took her loin cover with it.

Batmare had a very shapely ass only partially covered by her reddish orange tail.

“Oh! Why did you stop?” Batmare was about to say, but was interrupted as the spider heroine put her mouth against the black clad bat’s pussylips. She howled as she felt a tongue punch into her honey hole. She started to lick all over the captive bat pony’s clitoris as her hands clenched her grey butt cheeks. That’s when the mewling tough girl turned her head toward the male, seeing his nicely outlined cock was hard enough to rival diamonds. “What are you waiting for?”

Before long, the dark avenger was feeling a slippery tongue in her soaking wet cunt as she dribbled down Spider-mare’s chin. She also took the brunt of an assault on her asshole as a gigantic, dark red cock sunk slowly into her anal crevice. Her head shot back, coming inches from the villainous Rainscald’s muzzle with her pointed ears.

His huge dick reached the farthest reaches of her ass while Spider-mare’s hands held her ass cheeks open and still slurped her pussy as if she tasted of candy. Batmare came, sending a slew of juices into the yellow mare’s face as a huge cock stretched her asshole wide. It wasn’t until her third orgasm that she was finally dropped down to her hooves.

Her asshole and her pussy buzzed with stimulation while her legs wobbled beneath her. She ultimately dropped to her knees and panted for breath as her arms held her up.

“I think we may have been a bit hard on her.” Spider-mare wiped her mouth beneath her pulled up red mask. The bat pony still had her mouth wide open as she heaved in breaths. Her pussy juice dripped all over the ground underneath her. She realized that she didn’t even know where Rainscald had put her bottom armor, but it didn’t matter to her right then.

“Does this mean we’re going on patrol together now?” Rainscald asked. Before Spider-mare could answer, though, her pants went straight down to her ankles, revealing a very wet labia underneath. Batmare nearly pulled them out from under her as she lurched forward and brought the yellow mare down to the ground.

Spider-mare yipped with surprise as Batmare crawled on top of her. Her asshole was still slightly gaped, and her pussy was leaving a trail of juice as she began to grind against Spider-mare’s quim.

“Oh! Batmare! You’re an animal!” Their pink lips pressed hard against one another, as did their tits. This drew a puzzled look from the spider woman as she looked down to see her breasts being overpowered by Batmare’s naked, hulking, pink nippled gazongas. “Wait, when did you take off your-” Their lips met in a deep kiss as their pussies continued to caress one another.

Both of them cried out in surprise and ecstasy as they felt a large horse sausage work its way in between their pussy lips. Immediately, the big red dong was smeared with vaginal fluid and the slick skin allowed him to fuck the tight space between the two of them.

“I didn’t ask for two animals!” Spider-mare declared, but made absolutely no move to stop him as her pussy felt his girth overtake her. He was hitting her clitoris with his thick surface and she was already mounting an orgasm. The fact that Batmare had worked her mouth down to her pink nipples was helping that process along quite nicely.

As soon as Rainscald’s cock slid straight into Letty’s honey hole, she started to twitch and clench up as she ripped through a climax. Her mouth opened wide as a bit of saliva ran down her chin and her hands clutched the back of Batmare’s head as she continuously tongued her areolas.

After just a few more pushes, the red stallion pulled his cock from her and returned to the space between their pressed cooches. With one twitch, he sprayed their tits with hot seed. White spunk painted the underside of their boobs and their stomachs were splattered by the second jet of cum. After the fourth, he managed to hit their chins and the two mares continued to makeout.

“Hummmm, yeah I was kind of hoping to actually do something with the Cabrese mobster idea.” Fable said as he continued to write the last paragraph. By this point, there were sixteen whole notebook papers completely filled with words. “You know, this is supposed to be a superhero story, normally that means they’d fight a villain.”

He looked underneath the vanity where he sat and the two mares had managed to pull his pants all the way down to his ankles. Both of them were splattered with jizz, much like their comic book counterparts. The two kissed with their hands exploring both of their bodies as his semi hard penis leaked the remaining cum onto the floor as he watched.

“Technically, Batmare did fight a villain.” Letty corrected him as Grem began to nibble on her neck. “Rainscald hasn’t made the conversion to heroism yet.”

Fable wasn’t really wanting to argue semantics, he just rolled his eyes a bit and nodded. “I guess that’s true.”

“There’s always next issue.” Grem said as she grabbed Fable by the balls, starting to massage them to get him back up.

“Wait, what are you doing? I just c-came.” Fable gritted his teeth as his cock reacted to Grem’s liking. His balls were super sensitive, but they had a few seconds to relax, so that was a good thing.

“You said you wanted another villain battle, Fabs.” Grem winked at him as she leaned toward him and kissed the tip of his horse cock. “So, let’s fight.” She giggled.

Future Goals

There sat Ember Wing in his chair near the table. His birthday had come around for the seventh time and he sat across from a room full of his friends and family. Almost all of them had showed up by the time they pulled out a fairly sized cake and put it down in front of him as they all terribly sang happy birthday. Ember wasn’t the biggest fan of sitting at the table as they approached, but he decided to play along. He blew out the candles as soon as they finished and there was a small cheer from all of them. By this time, singing the song was growing rather awkward.

“Did you make a wish?” Letty asked Ember as he was already starting to carefully pick the slightly melted candles out of the cake and putting them on a tiny plate off to his side.

“Yes, but I’m not telling anyone.” He said as he watched Jasmine start to cut the cake, while the smaller kitten sat at the table and waited for a plate to come to her. “Mila, where is she?”

“I don’t know. I’m not her babysitter.” Mila said as a cake plate headed toward her, but was picked up by Pearl. “Hey!” She gave a sneer off toward the pink pony as she jokingly held it out of her reach, but eventually handed it to the kitten, who thanked her.

“Is she still skating at the pond? She said she wanted to go skiing tonight too.” Prisma said as she also sat at the table next to three young bat ponies. All of them watched as Grem reached for the next batch behind them.

“Does Blue Raspberry want one too?” Grem asked as the smaller filly at the end of the table bounced up and down on her seat, squealing at the hope for cake.The small, light blue filly with a white mane smiled and thanked the gray bat pony.
“What is with her and skating?” Ember asked as he dug into his piece of cake.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine where she got that.” Winter said as he headed into the dining room with the lot of them. He looked over toward Twin’s mother, who stood near the entrance of the kitchen with most of the adults who looked inside the kid’s table room. She stuck her tongue out at him as Spark walked up behind her. There were two large tables set up just for the kids. All of them sat around the pieces of blue, white and red cake with a bit of eccentric enthusiasm.

“So, Ember, if I gave you, say, a video game,” Electric Spark said as he leaned against the entrance. “Which was the one you actually wanted?”

“Frost Armor on the original Gauntlet system?” Fable interrupted Ember before he could answer, much to his annoyance. The fact that Frost Armor on its original system was notoriously hard to find and even harder to find at anything of a good price. He had it ported to three other systems but there was just something about the original.

“Hahaha--no! Dad!” Ember scowled at his father as he finished another piece of cake. The red pony scratched the back of his head. Letty giggled a little bit as she zoomed in on his adorable angry face.

“Happy Kitty Time!” The smaller kitten said.

“No! That game is dumb!” Blue Raspberry said. The small pegasus said as she started playing with the cat’s whiskers on the side of her face as Mila batted it away.

“Honey,” Spark said as he looked at Blue and she blushed as she faced forward. “Let’s be nice.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Blue said as she got bashful with her hands on her lap and her wings drawn in.

“It’s Gravestone Valley III for the Neptune.” Dusk, the bat pony of the triplets grinned over at Ember. The orange birthday pegasus grinned at him with a fistbump. Then it hit him that he was not only being watched by his mother but she was also recording the whole thing. He gave a nervous grin and chortle. Letty furrowed her brow at her son.

“No, Dusk! Of course not, I’m far too young to get Gravestone! I’ve wanted Armored Berserkers! That’s far more kid friendl-”

“You got him Gravestone, didn’t you?” Letty shouted at Spark as she pointed her camera toward him, making his eyes widen and his lips purse. His face was confessing enough and she scowled even harder at him. “I will get your daughter clown horror!”

“What? He said he wanted Gravestone Valley 3!” Spark looked to Winter, then Fable who both shrugged. Then he looked at Grem, who held up a game sized present in her hand.

“Aw, man, you too?” Grem frowned with great disappointment. “We should have coordinated.”

This was quickly laughed off as the party went on and Ember accepted his gifts with appreciation. He played a few games with the other kids and they ate pizza while they sat on the couch and the floor of the living room. While four of them played, the others watched. As Ember handed off the controller to Vera, the blonde bat pony took it with a grin. She began to play and Ember looked around the room to notice an absence he’d felt since the party began.

It took the party a little while to realize that Ember had left. To them, he had just disappeared from his seat. He was already in his cold gear: a yellow scarf with a brown coat and a red beanie. He didn’t really care about matching at that point. What he cared about was his destination, and the ice cold wind blasting against his cheek as he tread the snow with his hands in his pockets. He’d lost one of his gloves and hadn’t gotten a new pair yet.

He walked down four blocks, eventually coming to the park that was housed around a frozen pond. When she wasn’t skiing the hills, she was doing her skating on the pond. The place was absolutely glistening with freshly fallen snow. Tiny flurries passed him and crusted his winter wardrobe along his beanie, his outer arms and his shoulders. He entered the perimeter around the pond and was instantly greeted with a familiar girl unicorn sitting along the edge of the ice.

Twin was sweating, her legs splayed open as she gasped for breath. She’d made around eighteen laps around the pond without even knowing it. She gazed at the brightly snow-layered bed of ice. She had just unlaced her skates but they stayed around her ankles for the moment.

“You push yourself too hard.” Ember said as he stepped onto the snow-covered terrain that had grass across it. He had a tiny smile on his face, but she was panting with a frown on her face.

“I’m sorry, Emby.” She said as she stretched her legs. Her knees popped along with her ankles as the laces loosened. “I didn’t mean to be out on the ice that long.” She spoke in a very high pitched, prepubescent voice. The six year old Twin finally pulled off her skates as she reached down and slid them down her hooves.

“I figured that was the reasoning. We went ahead and opened presents. I got your gift. Thanks for the gift card.”

It was no secret that Twin was not very good at getting gifts. Ember always loved the thought, but she kept getting him games he already had or getting them for the wrong system because she just didn’t understand gaming all that well. The only time she ever gamed was with Ember and while she was a sufficiently decent gamer, she could never beat him. He carried their team in co-op games and she normally ran shotgun with an actual game shotgun.

“I’ll buy a 2-player game for us.” Ember said. She was learning, though. The gift card she got him was for a site he used quite a bit for indie games. Indie games were cornering the market with their state-of-the-art VR games that were in gaining immense popularity.

“No, I should’ve been there, Ember.” Twin got her snowshoes on as she stood back up and faced him. She wore her padded jumpsuit. It was a bright red which popped along with her ice blue fur. Her brown and blue streaked hair was in a ponytail. She didn’t wear any winter headgear, yet she was sweating in snow flurries. “Can I make it up to you?” The young unicorn said and he shook his head. The smile he had was comforting, but that didn’t help her state of mind.

“No, I’m not mad, Twin. I just wanted you to be there for the cake.” Ember said as he turned toward the snow covered sidewalk. “You coming?” He turned his head toward her and was surprised to see she was already onto him. She wrapped her arms around him as she dropped her ice skates into the snow. His eyes went round as she hugged him tight and leaned her muzzle onto his shoulder.

“No, I need to make it up to you, Ember. You were there for all of my birthdays. Why won’t you let me make it up to you?” Twin’s arms held him closer as he could smell her sweat and feel herself shake a little bit as it was being frozen by the wind. He blinked as he looked at her and she gazed back.

“How did you want to make it up to me?” Ember asked. The thought of kissing her came to mind, but he began to blush at just the thought of it. Still, she wasn’t going to give up until she’d given him something. Her eyes narrowed and looked off to the side. The pretty blue unicorn filly huffed a bit and pouted as she strained her brain. “You know, you could marry me.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at him incredulously. Her eyes blinked at a mile a minute before she finally took in all of this.

“I’m sorry, what?” Twin asked him as she squinted at him, trying to gage whether he was kidding or not. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows were raised as he tried to think of something else to say, but was suddenly drawing a blank. “No! I’m too young to get married.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned around in another huff.

“Well, I--” Ember started to say before Twin turned back around and pointed at him. The tip of her finger pressed against his snout.

“You shouldn’t go around playing with a girl’s heart like that! You’ll hurt someone someday, Emby!” She said this, but both of them knew she didn’t know what it actually meant. “I could never marry you without my mom and dad saying it’s okay.”

His eyebrow raised at this sudden change in the conditions. Ember started to say something, but saw that she turned back away from him, blushing as her hands went to her cheeks. The cute little smile was tight on her lips as she started giggling uncontrollably.

“You can’t ask me to marry you!” Her face was now beet red and he swore he could see hearts floating above her head. “You’ll make me so angry!” Her giggling only got louder as her face brightened more red. Ember blinked as her hips swayed back and forth and her eyes couldn’t even turn toward him as they were shut tight.

“Is that right?” Ember asked with as much sarcasm as he could muster as she turned back, opened one eye toward him only to turn back and keep giggling. This went on for a good minute before she felt a warm cheek press up against hers, which were still chilled from skating in the gusting wind.

She froze for a moment as she felt his arms close around her torso. Twin’s breath became harsh as the orange pegasus colt held her close to him. Her mind was going a mile a minute and she couldn’t help but feel a distinct sense of warmth that she’d never felt prior. After a moment, she found herself wrapping her arms around him as well.

“Well, I guess we can play pretend, can’t we?” Twin said as she gave him a sweet smile up close to his face. He nodded and gave a little snicker as he nodded. Her blush never left her cheeks as she ran two fingers from her brown, white and blue streaked hair. There was a long pause before Twin gave him two little slaps on the shoulder. “Stop staring, you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” She said in mock anger, making them both laugh.

“Sorry?” Ember said as they both began to calm down. They stood in that wintery pond on the shore of the ice and watched as the snow fell around them. The unicorn filly stood beside her handsome pretend groom as they gazed into its majesty and Twin leaned her head onto Ember’s shoulder.

They sighed as they stood at the imaginary altar. For a moment, life was within their minds’ eyes and their future looked so bright.

They stood at the altar: Golden Goal, Winter Solstice, Fable Prose and Quick Bullet, facing the Justice of the Peace who smiled as he stood in front of the wedding party. The groomsmen stood on Fable and Letty’s side while the bridesmaids stood by Golden and Winter’s side.

There was just a bit of reflection on all of their parts. How they came to be here and what got them here. From when Fable gave Winter the support he needed to date Golden Goal to the time both mares got with both stallions at the same time. Yes, it’d been a minute. Fable remembered when he met Letty at the comic book convention and the two of them never looked back. Then there was when both Fable and Winter attended one of Golden Goal’s hockey games and she lost her temper, beating another player to a pulp. Such wonderful memories between the four of them, it was almost fitting that they all get married together.

Spark stood with Patch Note, who was making eyes at Jasmine from across the altar. The orange unicorn stallion tried his very best not to gaze at his sister, who was staring sidelong at the two couples. Every so often, she glanced at her brother, but never enough for him to notice. Grem stood by Voltage, basking in all of the beauty of the ceremony as she stood in her bridesmaids dress. They went with a purple theme, while the groomsmen stood in black tuxedos with red dress shirts under their jackets.

Sun Storm, in a ridiculous act of love for his son, sat beside Stargazer, who didn’t seem to mind his presence for once. The real sensation came when not only Sun Fire made it to the wedding, but so did academy award winning actress, Red Carpet. Frozen Pop sat on the other side of the pews with Vodka and Citrus. Behind her was Score Keeper and Hat Trick, watching their pregnant daughter standing beside her blushing groom. Much the same as Strongheart and Vivid Landscape, only Strongheart was more focused on the fact that he was going to have to be nice to that red winged stallion who finally worked his way into their family.

Beyond all of these folks in the wedding party, one couple decided they could live without being bridesmaids. The two of them thought that what they were doing in the background was worth losing the titles. The white earth pony sat beside the pink pony, the two were beaming with love for each other. However, now they decided to share their love with yet another. Pearl Necklace held a little bundle of joy in the form of a baby unicorn. In her arms was a two month old Prisma Silver. They had just finalized the adoption papers the day before. The rainbow haired unicorn slept soundly as the Justice of the Peace spoke to the four who stood in front of him.

“I do.” The four of them said with smiles on their faces.

“Then, by the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, husbands and wives. You may kiss the brides.” He proclaimed with a smile. As both Winter and Fable turned to their new wives, they held their mares close and kissed them with the passion of a freshly cindled love.

Jasmine, alongside the other bridesmaids, was the first to start clapping, prompting the rest of the wedding crowd to applaud as well. There were hoots and hollers among the clapping and even a bit of a standing ovation for the two newly wed couples. Winter blushed a little bit as he turned and waved to his family and the others.

It wasn’t until Fable turned around to acknowledge the large crowd in attendance that Winter turned to his pegasus friend and grabbed him by the shoulder opposite of himself. Fable cocked an eyebrow at his unicorn friend before Winter pulled him in for a full on kiss to the lips. This brought a loud gasp from the crowd, but they kept clapping louder.

Both StarGazer and Sun Storm gave each other a flabbergasted look. Then both of them looked across the aisle toward Frozen Pop, who was smiling with the greatest pride. Behind her, Strongheart could only look on through his tinted glasses with a stone faced gaze.

Fable could only give Winter a slightly annoyed look as he released him from the kiss. Then Jet came up beside the two of them from her place alongside the bridesmaids with her cellphone to show them both the perfect picture she took of their lips meeting.

“Good one, honey.” Golden said to Winter with a slightly amused tone. He chuckled and gave her another kiss.

The reception was wonderful and it was wonderful to see all of their friends and family in one place. However, now it was time for rest. The honeymoon was clearly what they were waiting for and they couldn’t get on that train to Canterlot fast enough. Immediately as they got to the hotel room, Letty pinned Fable to the bed as she slid his cock within her.

“We have one week without the baby and I want to make the most of it.” She said up to his face as her face leaned in close to his and they got a nice, open-mouth kiss in as she started bouncing up and down on him.

“We--nmm--never seem to have much of a problem finding time for this.” Fable grasped both of her bouncing breasts. Her juices coated his shaft as she sat on him, making him go as deep as he could go inside of her.

“Yeah,” Letty slapped his abs gently, “The point is we don’t have to find the time right now, you dork!” With this, she started romping on top of him so that his very long, thick cock stretched her vaginal tube as she cried out. The feeling of his hands caressing her tits and pinching her tender nipples helped her along to a building orgasm.

“Soooo… ummmm.” Both of them stopped cold as they looked over at the other full size bed in the hotel room. There, Golden was on all fours, her pregnant belly hanging beneath her as Winter was behind her, his blue dick sank deep inside of her. “Were we still going to do the wife swap?” This caused Golden to look back at him with a cross expression.

“Oh, come on, I knew we should’ve gotten two rooms.” Fable laid flat on his back as Letty started to giggle. “Dude, we literally just got in the room and you’re already talking about wife swapping?”

“Yeah, but mostly just to stop you before you got ahead of me. I wanted Golden to finish first.” Winter chuckled hard.

“Real cute, honey.” Golden said with a very jagged tone on “honey.”

“Oh, come on! This is just the beginning. I’ve got a whole week’s worth of pranks I’ve been dying to pull!” Winter said as he grasped Golden’s ass cheeks with both hands.

“What if I don’t want you to pump Letty full of cum, you jerk?” Golden asked as Winter started to hump. She sighed with relief as she felt his hard cock poke against her cervix.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Fable said, stopping Letty from bouncing for the moment, much to her disappointment. “Let’s lighten up a little on putting semen into my wife. Unlike Golden, she doesn’t have a bun in the oven.”

“Oh,” Letty said as her eyes went round and she chuckled. Fable passed her a sharp look and it was Winter’s turn to stop cold as both of them gazed over at the yellow pegasus. “About that…”