We Are Each Other

The rest of the week for Chrysalis – and for Wayfair - vanished in a daily routine of maid duty. Every morning was the same; change the linens, make the bed, re-shelve the books, dust the ornaments and clean the floors. Wednesday and Friday had the added bonus of tea that needed serving.

Little did Chrysalis realise that this particular Friday would be slightly different. As Wayfair entered her Mistress’s rooms, she saw – not Celestia, but Sunny Day - standing on the balcony with a tea set and a coffee pot next to her on the table. “Hey there,” Sunny Day turned to her with a welcoming smile on her face, “It's good to see you this morning. I got you some coffee, unless you really want tea?”

“Sunny!” Wayfair beamed a wide genuine smile, “Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I ain't seen you in a long while,” the purple unicorn crossed over the room and she nuzzled the pure white pegasus, “Coffee works for me.”

Graciously, Sunny Day poured a generous coffee for her good friend and then she poured a tea for herself. “I’ve been busy being a Whinnyapolis delegate and all,” she giggled, and looked out into the room, “That Princess you work for sure can make a mess, can’t she?”

Playing along, Wayfair giggled behind her hoof like a filly on a first date, “You're not wrong, Sunny, but you know? I like the way she makes a mess.”

“I’m not sure I'm cut out to be a maid,” Sunny Day shrugged her shoulders, “But to each their own. Do you think you can get away for a weekend?”

Just as she had started to magically clear away the atrocious mess left in the bedroom, starting with levitating the books back onto the shelves from whence they came, Wayfair paused and thought about it. “A whole weekend? I'm sure I could get some time off, what did you have in mind?”

“That can wait,” Sunny Day smiled and walked over to her lover and kissed her horn, cancelling the unicorn’s magic. “I don't think there'll be a surprise inspection. Tonight is the tour group out of Manehatten. A play called 'Best Little Whorehouse in Canterlot' and tomorrow is a good Opera Carmare. I got us a room in town to get away from this palace.”

“Sweet!” Wayfair cheered, “Count me in for that, Sunny, that sounds like an awesome couple of days!” she was so excited that she clapped her forehooves excitedly as she carefully set the books on the shelf she had picked up and left the rest.

“It's a date!” exclaimed Sunny Day just as excitedly as the unicorn, “I'll stop by and pick you up at four this afternoon. Pack a double overnight bag. You do need to look good at the play and at the opera.” Then, she leant in close and whispered, “Bring some cool toys for us to share too.”

When the pegasus winked salaciously at her, Wayfair giggled, “Oh, don't you worry, I've got some cool toys I know you'll love!”

That sorted, Sunny Day clapped her hooves, “Well, I’ll leave you to your work. See you this afternoon!” she hugged Wayfair tightly and, before she left the room, she gave the mare a most affectionate nuzzle. Alone in the Princess’s quarters, Wayfair – Chrysalis – was left to sit and ponder what had just happened.

She had a date. An actual date. Not just a rut and a good night.

This was a date!

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Later that day, at four in the afternoon on the dot, there came a knock at Chrysalis’s door. A second after the first knock, Chrysalis, who was already in Wayfair’s form, magically opened her door. The purple unicorn was all dressed up and made up, ready to go out. “I’m ready!” she practically sang the word, thoroughly excited for the weekend ahead of her.

“Let's go then,” Sunny Day smiled, her overnight bag balanced on her back, “I’ve got a taxi waiting for us.”

“After you, hun,” Wayfair walked out of her room, carrying her bag with her held in her glowing magical aura. They hadn’t gone more than a few steps when a thought occurred to her. “Hey, Daydream, d'you mind if I carry my lady's bag?”

Sunny Day smiled warmly at her lover, “Sure thing, sugar.”

Wayfair blushed, for the smile that the white pegasus gave her warmed her heart and soul like the sun warmed her body. “It'd be my pleasure, babes,” she easily extended her magic to allow her to carry the second bag beside her own in her magical aura.

Outside the palace, both mares entered the waiting taxi, “We're going to the hotel first to drop off the bags. The play is at seven so we can get a bite to eat. Your choice.”

“I would love a quick bite,” Wayfair playfully wiggled her eyebrows at her lover, “And some food sounds like a good idea too.”

Sunny Day rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion, “You're just going to have to wait on dessert, hun.”

“I can wait. Would my lady grant me a kiss for now?”

As the taxi began to move, Sunny Day looked up to the roof of the vehicle with a hoof to her chin, apparently deep in thought, but with a sly smile spreading over her face, “How about I loan you one,” she said presently, “Then you have to pay it back!”

Without further ado, the pegasus kissed the unicorn full on the lips, making her eyes go wide, then a second later, she smiled into the kiss. When it was eventually broken, she licked her lips, “I believe I should now repay my debt, huh?”

Smirking, the pegasus held up a hoof, “With interest.”

“With interest…” Wayfair left that hanging in the air as she leant in to kiss her lover, and in doing so, she skilfully used her tongue to explore the pegasus's mouth. At the same time, she hugged her in her forelegs and her hoof gently stroked one of the mare’s ears.

The disguised changeling could feel it was all going very well indeed right up to the moment that her tongue entered the pegasus's mouth and then, she felt an intense worry crop up in her. As soon as she felt the change in emotions, Wayfair gently pulled back, concern on her face. “Too much interest, Sunny?”

Sunny Day gently moved her head alongside Wayfair's and she soothingly stroked the unicorn’s ears. The fact that she had taken the time to ask if she was alright warmed her heart, “Paid in full,” she said softly, “But I'm not one to be in debt.”

“Hmhmmmm noted,” Wayfair purred as she nuzzled Sunny Day's ear and she affectionately stroked the mare’s other ear, “I do love your hooves on my ears…”

“Fancy that?” Sunny Day smiled, giving her lover her absolute best bedroom eyes, “I do love my hooves on your ears as well. You know, your hooves feel nice too.”

“I'm glad to hear it!” Wayfair then extremely gently caressed Sunny Day's ears from the base all the way up to the tip, and Chrysalis was pleased to see that her research on equine erogenous zones had not been a wasted endeavour.

When the taxi stopped at their destination, Sunny Day reluctantly disentangled herself from the unicorn’s legs. “It’s time to check in,” she said, though she did move her head back to give a light kiss to her lover’s nose while the cabbie opened the door for them to get out. “You still have our bags?”

Caught by surprise, Wayfair coughed and blushed, then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing and nodded, her cheeks bright red. “Yes ma'am, I have the bags, right here!” to demonstrate, she hefted them up in her magic.

As it turned out, the Canterlot Inn was a four star stable. When they entered, Sunny Day walked straight over to the check in counter, where she got the keys to their room. “Room two zero four is us…” she led the way to the elevator and laughed teasingly, “Oh, I don't know if they have these all the way out in Trottingham,” she giggled as she pushed a button next to some doors that opened with a 'ding'.

“I know Trottingham is behind the times, but we have recently heard of this strange invention called an elevator,” Wayfair rolled her eyes and giggled, “Most of us even have electricity and indoor toilets too!”

Stepping into the elevator, Sunny Day couldn’t really argue that point, because Canterlot’s streets were still lit by antiquated gas lights. “I do miss the outhouse.”

“I don't,” Wayfair shuddered in the elevator car, “It was always covered in spiders, or worse.”

“Spiders?” questioned Sunny Day with a raised eyebrow, “I'll have to let Lulu know to keep Harry under wraps…” she giggled as she opened the room door with her card key so that Wayfair could enter ahead of her.

“Oh wow, what a nice room!” the purple unicorn walked in and tried to look everywhere at once in appreciation. The first thing she noticed was there was only one bed. It was a pretty big one, but still, there was only one. “One bed huh? Adventurous!”

“Frugal, more like,” Sunny Day sprang into the room and jumped up on the bed like an overgrown filly. “Bonus! It's comfy.”

Jumping up onto the bed next to her lover and Mistress, Wayfair let out a joyous giggle, “That just means we get to snuggle more!”

“That we do, but somepony not a million miles away should be picking our dinner spot.”

“I can do that!” Wayfair squealed in mid-bounce, a thought coming immediately to her mind. “I have it on good authority that the Hayburger is the place to eat at.” She was taking a hunch that this wasn’t the date to go super high end cuisine. Judging by the smile she received, she had played it right.

“I do like a frugal mare,” Sunny Day said approvingly, “There is one near the theatre, unlike the opera house, then I get to pick tomorrow's meal.” She then slid off the bed. “Now, the challenge is to not mess up my dress eating.”

The pegasi’s giggle gave Wayfair an idea, a D/S idea that on the surface would look innocent. “I can help with that. Feeding you would be quite hot, Sunny.”

“That all depends on if you're an even messier eater than me. I'm willing to chance it!” Sunny Day was all smiles as she led the way from the hotel to the Hayburger joint. The walk to the diner wasn’t an awfully long one. Once they were there, the white mare proceeded to order a half pounder burger and a super-size fries with a vanilla shake with an apple pie dessert. Wayfair opted for a three quarter pounder burger with a large chocolate shake, cheesy fries and a large ice cream. That met with Sunny Day’s approval. “It takes a lot of energy to fly, I guess that goes for horn use too?”

“It does,” Wayfair replied as the two mares walked over to an empty table and sat down, “And well, I like being curvy. Curvy requires burgers and ice cream.”

That was a philosophy that Sunny Day could well agree with. “I like curvy,” she said with a wink just as a waitress on roller skates bought their food over on a large tray.

“Me too!” Wayfair took deep breath of her food and took great pleasure inhaling the aroma of her very unhealthy food. “I love having something to hold on to,” Wayfair then paused, because she noted Sunny Day looking pointedly at her now unwrapped burger and then at her. She got the hint. “If my lady would allow me the honour of feeding her?”

As Wayfair lifted the burger up in her magic and offered it to her, Sunny Day opened her mouth and she took a big bite, chewed, then swallowed. “Now,” she sighed contentedly, “This is the life.” The rest of the meal went very well. Wayfair fed Sunny Day and then she would feed herself, until they had both eaten their fill. At the end of it, the unicorn dutifully cleaned her Mistress’s muzzle with a napkin, “Well true to your word,” Sunny Day smiled, “Our dresses are not messed up. It's good to have magic. I still would have rather used my tongue to clean your muzzle.”

At that, Wayfair simply raised an eyebrow and she pointedly looked around them at the families - and the foals in the families – eating in the diner. “I’ve heard that early education is good for foals.”

Both mares shared a good natured laugh as they exited the Hayburger for the pleasant chill of the late evening. The gas lamps had been lit, bathing Canterlot in an otherworldly glow, “I think you'll like this show,” Sunny started to explain, “The lead mare is a rising star from Manehatten,” she then lowered her voice, “Tia has actually met with her parents.”

“Really? I've never been to Manehatten…” Wayfair thought for a moment, suddenly intrigued and interested, “Who is the star, and why would Celestia meet her parents?”

“The mare's name is Thespian,” explained Sunny Day, a fond smile crossing her muzzle, “Her father is Baron, and he owns a lot of land plus he’s the CEO of the Manehatten Times newspaper as well as some other publications. Her mother is Snowfall, and a nice pony to have tea with. I think she is as big a snoop as my sister, but I'd never say that.”

“Huh,” Wayfair pondered that as they walked along the sidewalk to the theatre. Owning land had never been an interest before, neither had newspapers. There had only ever been the Hive, with her in control of it. “That’s cool. I mean it, too. That really is cool. So, what's this play about, and what role does this Thespian play?”

Sunny Day playfully rolled her eyes, “I thought the title would say it all.”

Of course, Wayfair knew the play was called ‘The Best Little Whorehouse in Canterlot’, but that didn’t necessarily mean she knew what the actual play was about. “You never know,” she started in her defence, “It could have been one of those new ironic titles, like the play, Trifles.”

“Brothels haven't always been legal in Canterlot,” carried on Sunny Day, though she appreciated where Wayfair was coming from with the Trifles play. “Mona got one when the owner left. She’s in good with the guard, but a snoop reporter found out about the illegal activity and tries to get the place shut down.” As the pegasus spoke, they meandered pleasantly through the darkening streets, “The whole thing is a musical. I thought you might like to experience one.”

For a few moments, Wayfair was distracted by the gas street lights that burned a few feet overhead. They were like thousands of fireflies trying to hold back the darkness of the night. “Is that one where they sing all the time instead of talking, or just sing when there are songs?”

“In this, they sing when there are songs,” clarified Sunny Day, “But I warn you, there ae a lot of songs. Opera is where they seem to sing all the time.”

“Ah yes,” Wayfair grinned, “I see the difference now. I like opera, a lot more than I thought I would, so I'm sure I'll like this too.”

“It is a fun romp, so I hope you do!”

“I do like romps,” Wayfair gave Sunny Day a very suggestive wink, “And they're always fun.”

“I do hope so,” Sunny Day then, when they reached the theatre, dug into a cleverly hidden pocket of her dress for the show tickets, which she gave to the ticket taker at the door who allowed them to enter. “Being 'delegates' we got some real good seats.”

“Sweet!” Wayfair walked through the many classical columns that bordered the façade of the centuries old theatre, “I love being delegates!” she then whispered on the way in past the lobby, “Maybe sometimes we should actually do some delegating?”

“I believe I delegated some hooves not too long ago,” Sunny Day giggled as she led the way through the entrance lobby and up the stairs to the vast auditorium.

“I remember,” Wayfair bumped her flank to her lover’s own, before she was singularly amazed at how big the inside of the auditorium. It was even bigger than the grand ballroom in the palace. “You can delegate them again, any time you want…”

“I’ll have to check my schedule to see if I'm free this evening,” Sunny Day said as she negotiated the stairs and the rows of seats, some of which were already filled out. “For now we should get our seats.” Wayfair liked the sound of that, and to show it, she had a pronounced prance in her walk, a walk that showed off her naturally large teats to her partner.

Once they were seated, and the auditorium full, the play started. When it was in full flow, Wayfair took note of two important things. Once, that the play itself was very campy, and two, Mona – the lead - had teats like her own. That, and the outfits she wore showed them off very well. Then again, all the mares were in some very sexy costumes.

Watching the show, Wayfair was rather taken by the raunchy costumes the cast wore and, more particularly, the way the costumes showed off just enough fur, the way they looked like they'd fall off at any moment but were in fact quite sturdy. She knew from watching the fashion channel that it was called ‘titillation theory’.

When the intermission came, Sunny Day leant across in her seat, “So,” she started, “Do you wanna go to the bar, or chill right here?”

“I can chill here, Sunny, if that's alright with you.” Wayfair was comfortable where she was. Especially with the white wing draped over her back like it was.

“Totally,” Sunny Day agreed quickly, “It isn't true we Whinnyapolans have to drink all the time…” she paused for a moment like she was reconsidering her statement, “Maybe just a lot of the time!” after a burst of giggles, she asked, “Liking the show so far?”

When Wayfair replied, in a whisper that was not a totally quiet whisper, she said, “I'm not a big drinker, alcohol doesn't agree with me.” She then smiled, “I totally love the show. It's the right kind of camp fun!”

Hearing her lover’s comment to alcohol, Sunny Day tilted her head curiously. “Not at all, or only a little at times?” she asked, “You seemed fine with the wine.”

“Pardon me,” Wayfair chuckled, “I meant to say that the hangover after too much alcohol doesn't agree with me.”

“Okay,” Sunny Day understood what the unicorn meant, “I get that. I won't push it on you, but sometimes a good wine does make a meal. Other times, a good shake makes the meal.”

After joining in with her lover’s giggles, Wayfair asked, “How are you enjoying the show?” then she snuggled up close to her partner, remarkably close.

“Seeing all those dancing mares dance like that is making me hot,” commented Sunny Day with a look on her face like she was thinking of something way ahead, “I look forward to getting back to the hotel, but we are not leaving early.”

Once the play had ended, and the cast had taken their final bows and the curtain had fallen, Sunny Day stood and stretched her legs. “I'm ready to go back to the hotel. I do hope you remembered to pack the sensual lingerie we bought.”

“That,” Wayfair winked as she too stood up and stretched, “And I bought a few other things I know you'll like.”

“Did you enjoy your first musical theatre?” asked Sunny Day as they made their way out of the theatre.

“I did, a lot,” Wayfair nuzzled as she walked along with Sunny Day, she walked with her rear touching the pegasus’s, “I really enjoyed the company too.”

“So did I,” the white pegasus shivered as they left the theatre, because evening was long gone, taken over by the cold chill of night, and nights on Canterlot Mountain were cold. “Sunny isn't known here, so I'm sorry we couldn't go backstage.”

“That's okay, really,” Wayfair wasn’t disappointed in the slightest that they weren’t going backstage, she was more concerned with what was going to happen back in the hotel. That was taking all her attention, and rightly so. “I've had a great time with you, Sunny.”

“Let's continue to have that great time,” Sunny replied, and the two mares made the short trot back to the hotel they were staying at for the weekend. Fortunately, at that time of night, there weren’t many other ponies around on the sidewalk to slow them down. As soon as they entered their room, Sunny Day started to undress herself. “I want to start with some no pain fun.”

“That sounds good to me, hun,” Wayfair said before using her magic to remove the dress from herself. She watched Sunny Day don the sensual lingerie they had bought from the front of Sassy Saddles's shop and get on the bed, then she followed suit and dressed in her own lacy underwear set.

While Sunny Day toyed with her smallish teats, the purple unicorn strutted up and down the hotel room, showing off her body for her appreciation. And she did appreciate it, a very great deal. “You are one beautiful unicorn, Wayfair.”

Smirking, Wayfair seductively made her way onto the bed, “I'm a lucky unicorn, to be with such a beautiful pegasus.”

“Please lie on your back,” Sunny Day ordered after soaking in the unicorn’s genuine compliment. She was pleased to see that she was obeyed immediately when the purple mate laid on her back with her hind legs spread. Once she was in position, the pegasus moved on top over in the classic sixty nine position. “First to cum wins or loses?”

On the bed underneath Sunny Day, Wayfair found that gazing up at her lover’s beautiful marehood, she didn’t really care either way. She was a winner already! Still, she thought it best to stick with the traditional. “Loses babes.”

“Fast and furious it is!” without further ado, Sunny Day dived down on Wayfair’s delicious looking marehood with her mouth while she used one of her forehooves to play with the unicorn’s huge teats. The other forehoof went straight to the purple mare’s inviting tailhole.

She made no effort at all to lower herself onto Wayfair's waiting muzzle.

“AaaaAAAH aaaAAAAH buuuuuuck!” Wayfair screamed out loud, not caring one little bit if the walls were soundproofed or not. As she felt the pegasus’s tongue lash over her glistening wet labia and clit. She wailed and moaned in frustration as she tried without success to reach Sunny Day's marehood.

Although Wayfair tried, she couldn’t reach the pegasus, so she resorted to using her magic to pull Sunny Day’s crotch down onto her face so she could attack her slit with her tongue. But, the pegasus doubled her efforts and ultimately, Wayfair came, losing the game.

After her victory, and while Wayfair was riding out the sheer bliss of her climax, Sunny Day at last lowered her ass down onto the unicorn’s face, were she ground down hard on her muzzle so she could get off too. Underneath her, Wayfair was acutely reminded of the Giant Fuck Toy incident, and she enjoyed being used as such to pleasure her Mistress.

After Sunny Day – and by extension, Celestia – had reached her orgasm, the pegasus lifted off of the heaving unicorn's muzzle. “Could you please change to your true form?”

“Of course, Sunny,” Obligingly, the changeling summoned the green magical flames and in an instant, Wayfair was gone, replaced with Chrysalis, in the lingerie.

Kneeling over her, Sunny Day stared between Chrysalis’s spread open hind legs. She stared at the hard shiny black chitin body, she stared at the numerous holes in her legs and at her glistening wet green inner folds. She wanted to dive into that pussy, but after a couple of nervous swallows, she knew she couldn’t do it. “Please change back to Wayfair.”

Once more, the green flames came, surrounded Chrysalis and, just as quickly as she changed before, she was Wayfair. She ran a forehoof along Sunny Day's hind leg, “Better?”

As soon as Chrysalis was gone and Wayfair returned, Sunny Day took a long slow lick through the unicorn’s moist folds and then she kissed the hard clitoris. “You have your own beauty in your true form, but I'm not ready yet. I-I’m sorry…”

“Sunny,” Wayfair moaned long and low, “Hmmm Sunny…you don't need to apologise, I understand…”

“Thank you,” situation saved, Sunny Day calmed herself and prepared to move forwards, “Now for the forfeit since I won. Please order us a dessert via the room service. I'd like a sangria with that, but you may have a drink of your choice. When they knock, I want you in the middle of the room pretending to pole dance.”

“Ooooh,” Wayfair liked the sound of that, “Just like they did in the play! I can do that, Sunny!” the unicorn smiled to herself, knowing that she had to take it slow and not push too hard. After all, Sunny Day had said that Chrysalis was beautiful in her way, and that for her was a win! When she ordered from the room service, she ordered an extra-large banana caramel cream dessert, with extra cream, sangria and beer.

Just ten minutes later and there came a knock on the door. Wayfair was ready. She knew what she had to do, and, in the middle of the room, she pretended to do the sexiest pole dance she could think of. “Enter!” called out Sunny Day from the bed.

The waiter, a pleasant looking old earth pony stallion, pushed in a trolley and the first thing he saw was the dancing Wayfair, and he suddenly found he had something to look at on his rear hooves. “Um,” he blushed, aware he was about to commit a social faux pas, “Do you want me to leave the trolley or set up the table?”

“Table please,” Sunny Day knew exactly what she was doing as she watched Wayfair dance, and the mare’s hefty teats flop from her silken lingerie.

The poor waiter almost ran into a chair pushing the trolley to the table, because he wasn’t looking where he was going. He was half watching his job and half watching Wayfair. Finally finished, the waiter look to Sunny Day, who was on her side with a hoof thrusting between her open hind legs. “F-f-finished, ma’am!”

Somewhat reluctantly, the white pegasus slid off the bed and she moved past the transfixed stallion to get fifty bits for his tip while her unicorn danced. “Thank you for the service,” she graced him with a smile, “We both appreciate it.”

The earth pony stallion gratefully took the bits and then he bowed to Sunny Day and then to Wayfair who was still dancing. “It was my pleasure, good mares.” And he meant it too. It wasn’t every day he was greeted to a sight like the one he saw moments ago. As he took the tip and the trolley, he didn’t try any longer to hide his erection. With it slapping his belly, he took his leave.

“Tia could have never done that,” remarked Sunny Day when they were alone once more. “Life is good. You may stop with the dance, but just know that I was enjoying it as much as he was.”

“Hmmmm, I was enjoying it too, Sunny,” Wayfair smiled as she performed a twirl and a bend at the waist to show of her marehood to finish her dance.

“You may feed me dessert, and I shall feed you, but first!” Sunny Day declared, removing her lingerie, “There’s no need for a laundry bill.” Following the pegasus’s lead, Wayfair likewise removed her nightwear. “Get on the bed and we'll get started,” she said once they were both naked. She then moved the creamy banana dessert to the bed; she poured her wine into a glass and the beer into another glass.

“Yes ma'am!” obediently, Wayfair hopped up on the bed, ready on her back.

Sunny Day then spread a bit of the creamy dessert on Wayfair's teats and then she took her sweet time eating the dessert from her impromptu platter. “Wonderful choice of dessert,” she licked her lips, tasted the banana and caramel mix while Wayfair whimpered in sheer pleasure.

Dessert lapped up, Sunny Day moved to the table for a drink of her wine, then she went back to the bed. “Your turn, but I warn you, if you use my wings as a dinner plate you best know how to preen afterwards.”

Getting up, Wayfair snickered, “I think that might be best left to the next date,” she winked and then she used her magic to spread a generous amount of the creamy banana dessert carefully on the pegasus’s wing joints, right where the limbs met the body, then she proceeded to slowly and sensuously lick it off.

Naturally, there were lots of shivers and pleasured moans from Sunny Day while Wayfair was doing that, and more than one time where she laughed because she was being tickled, but she didn't stop the unicorn. Once she was done, she kissed the pegasus’s nipples, “Okay cutie pie, you're up!”

Ruefully, Sunny Day stretched her wings and she noted that her feathers were untouched by either dessert or lips. “Well played,” she conceded, before she struck back, escalating their little game by slathering dessert on Wayfair's horn from the tip all the way down to and on her head. She then deepthroated the horn and moved in a full circle so her tongue could reach all of the cream.

While Sunny Day was busy licking, chewing – gently - and swallowing the cream from the unicorn’s horn, Wayfair was busy making lots of pleasured mewling noises. When the pegasus began suckling on her horn so hard that it might come off her head, Wayfair arched back, and she began to leak profusely from her marehood. “W-Wo-Wow...” she lay cross eyed on the bed.

Taking another drink of her wine, Sunny Day smirked at the heavily panting unicorn, “Is the challenge accepted?”

As she felt the other mare’s weight back on the bed, Wayfair grunted, “Uh huh...” Once she had sufficiently recovered from her extremely near orgasm, she gathered up a healthy helping of the dessert and she smeared it, banana, caramel and cream, up the entirety of the leading edges of the pegasus’s wings. When she started to suck it off, she added nibbles and licks to the sensitive limbs.

Wayfair was aided in her efforts by an impressive wing boner and before she was done, she had reduced the pegasus to a moaning, drooling mess on the bed. “Hmm,” the unicorn made no effort at all to keep the satisfaction from her voice, “I think somepony enjoyed that.”

On her front on the bed, Sunny Day barely moved. “Just give me a minute to get my wings back to my sides…”

Wayfair took the opportunity to have a celebratory swallow of her beer. “Take your time.”

As it happened, the ‘minute’ took four minutes. “Okay,” she said once she was able to move again, “Well I guess it’s main course time for me. I thought my horn job would have done it,” she then took half the remaining dessert and she spread if from Wayfair's dock to just above the folds of her marehood. She followed that up with an assault from her lips, teeth and her tongue, covering all the surface between and including both holes.

There was no way that Wayfair could endure all that. Mere minutes later, along with a shaking hind leg, the unicorn reached her climax with the three S's - scream, shake and squirt. Now it was Sunny Day’s turn to wear a victorious look on her face. “Dessert with a bonus dessert and a show!”

Sunny Day continued until Wayfair was thoroughly clean from her tail all the way to her belly. That was enough to draw another climax from the unicorn, who laid on her back panting hard with her legs spread wide apart. The pegasus just continued until her clean-up was done, with no complaint of Wayfair making more of a mess. “Th-That was amazing…” she breathed and after a short time, she got up, “I believe it's my turn?”

“I'd take bows for the final curtain,” Sunny Day said as she took a last sip of her wine before getting back on the bed, “But I'm sure you'll do what you can to upstage me.”

“We'll see...” Wayfair slathers what was left of the banana caramel cream dessert all over the pegasus’s crotch from her tailhole up to her teats. Then, she got down low and she started to eat the white mare’s asshole like it was the dessert, while at the same time she magically massaged her wing joints.

“Cheating!” screamed Sunny Day, “Y-Yo-You’re cheating! It’s sooooo good!” the squirming screaming pegasus reached her orgasm in under a minute and she got to enjoy three more out because Wayfair did not let up. The unicorn moved from the pegasus’s tongue polished back door up to her marehood, where she delved right in to the sopping wet tunnel with tongue and teeth, at the same time she extended her magic from the wing joints out to the primary feathers.

When she came for the fourth time, Sunny Day was utterly spent, and she went limp and boneless on the bed. Slowly and lovingly, Wayfair kissed her way up the pegasus’s tired body from her marehood to her neck, where she cuddled her close to her.

“Thank you for a very entertaining evening,” Sunny Day practically purred in Wayfair’s legs, “I think I'll sleep in tomorrow…”

Behind her, Wayfair kissed her lover’s ears, “I think that's a good call, Sunnybuns.”