“Everything you have done has been completely insane! Did you even stop to think what would happen if you lost control for even a moment?!”

Rainbow Dash had never been one to take well to the usual style of ‘post-game pep talks.’ She had always- well, almost always possessed enough sense of mind to know what had gone wrong. There had never been a need to have a screaming voice in her ear to provide details of her defeat, no in-depth analysis required to spell out the flaws. A simple examination of past actions was all the athlete had ever required. The idea that someone would need to spell it all out for her was preposterous.

She wasn’t being a sore loser. Rainbow Dash just didn’t need Princess Luna to scream in her face.

Luna’s arrest hadn’t been the worst one possible, if the prismatic woman were being honest. Yes, the whole debacle of trying to run away when they’d made it back into town hadn’t gone perfectly –and was likely the reason her legs were in chains- but she was only on house arrest, and even in her own house! The couch was as plush as ever, and the living room in which she was under guard was sufficiently spacious. If it weren’t for the leg cuffs, the handcuffs, the guards, Princess Luna, Princess Luna’s screaming, and the fact that she wasn’t fist-deep in Applejack’s pussy… things would be actually rather pleasant.

“Do you understand –actually understand- how many people could have been hurt if I hadn’t been there?” Luna demanded, towering over her prisoner and somehow not yet done with her lecture. “You were this close to disaster and I was doing my best to keep others safe- AND you! People’s property could have been damaged, you tried dropping predators into another ecosystem, for heaven’s sake! Someone could have been killed because of you! You could have killed yourself!”

Rainbow Dash didn’t even bother to look up at her captor, give her the smallest satisfaction that she was even listening. Better to feign deafness, intentional ignorance, anything but actually heed the stupid bimbo’s words. She didn’t deserve it.

“I could have let you suffer the consequences,” Luna said, suddenly dropping to Rainbow’s eye level and forcing her captive to look her in the eye. “I could have. You came so close to getting hurt –or getting killed- more times than you know. The only reason you are alive now is because of me. Because your friends begged me to keep you safe, even from yourself. I would have been perfectly fine with letting you get burned, because the person you were trying to hurt is the only family I have. But no, Fluttershy pleaded that I protect you. Do you not understand just how badly all this could have gone?”

Rainbow Dash’s glare was venomous, or at least she hoped. So what if she’d nearly been hurt? Killed? Neither seemed likely, Rainbow was too good for that. There was never a chance that any of Luna’s words were anything close to truth. Stupid cow was just trying to bait her, shove Rainbow’s sole failure back into her face.

“I’ve said that you should be thrown in prison,” the Princess of the Night growled, rising back to her feet in acceptance of Rainbow’s silence. “To never see sunlight again for being a traitor to the crown. But that is not a decision I can make alone, so now we wait for the voice of another to seal your fate.” With little else to say, Luna motioned to her guards for them to remain within the building alongside their prisoner while she turned to the front door to leave. “Others have requested to speak to you. One I grant freely, the other grants it to herself. You will wait here.”

As Luna turned her back to her chained opponent, Rainbow gave a sneer and stuck out her tongue- only to find it promptly pulled by one of her guards, the hard-faced man wasting no time putting the regicidal woman in her place.

“You will not disrespect Her Majesty,” he said, giving an unfriendly shove that slammed Rainbow back onto the couch. “Do such a thing again and I will remove the offense from your body.”

It was not a subtle threat and Rainbow knew it. If she’d been given equal footing to these clowns then she would have made them all look like fools. After all, being a Wonderbolt wasn’t a title freely given. A single moment with the cuffs off was all she would need to turn this place into a disaster zone and then she’d be on her way to Sweet Apple Acres and stealing her future wife away from the poisonous clutches of that old whore-

The front door opened again, but there was no rattle of armor to announce the presence of the warrior Princess once more, instead a quiet series of footsteps that Rainbow knew by heart. A small bout of shock prompted the stony prisoner to raise her head and gaze upon her new guest, a heartbeat bringing hope when she recognized Fluttershy. Someone who knew her, cared about her, would actually be on Rainbow’s side for once!

“Rainbow Dash?” Fluttershy gasped aloud at the sight of her oldest friend in chains, held to ground beneath their weight and surrounded by armed guards.

“Fluttershy! Awesome, get me out of this! Come on, I need your help!” Rainbow demanded. She was in a panic, so close to freedom that it was driving her mad…

The quiet woman took a series of short, unsteady breaths before turning from her friend’s pleading face. “Jasper, Whyndam,” she said, the two guards starting at the call of their names. “Please give me a few minutes alone with Rainbow Dash.”

“Miss Fluttershy,” one of the guards protested, “Princess Luna does not wish for the prisoner to be left unattended.”

“I will speak to her for you when I’m done,” Fluttershy replied, her voice now starting to constrict. “Thank you very much, Jasper, but it will be alright.”

The two soldiers looked at Rainbow, then at one another before giving a shrug and complying with the orders of their Princess’ lady, departing through the front door and leaving a frantic Rainbow Dash alone with her dearest friend.

“Great! Now get these cuffs off, come on!” Rainbow pleaded, “The keys are just over there on the table, it’ll only take a second-”

In all the years they’d known each other, Rainbow couldn’t quite recall a time when she’d seen Fluttershy move so fast. In a stride that looked more like running than a walk, the sweet-faced beauty was moving towards her friend with arms outstretched as though preparing for an embrace, yet a single glance at the woman’s face made Rainbow wonder if she’d ever seen that sort of fire in her normally fearful eyes. “Uh, Flutters-”

Pow! A single, smooth motion was all it took. Before the athlete could even register what was happening, the sweet, gentle-hearted Fluttershy delivered an almighty bitchslap that would have KO’d a fat guy- a strike that was more than enough to knock the living daylights out of an unprepared Rainbow Dash and send her to the ground in a dazed sprawl. A few moments passed by before the prismatic woman could even start performing damage control, or even consciously register that Fluttershy actually had been the one to deliver the best haymaker she’d ever felt. It was a stunning blow in of itself, made even more so by the one who delivered it.

So much for warm sympathy! “OW! Bitch, that hurt!” Rainbow cried, still feeling a brutal stinging upon her face.

“DO YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE?!” Fluttershy was no longer the demure, graceful woman Rainbow had known for most her life and had somehow been replaced with a furious, raging hellspawn that had been incensed beyond any hope of reason, another hand held ready to deliver another blow to an already injured face.

“Wh- No!”

“Then shut the hell up, Rainbow Dash!”

She’d never seen her like this, not once- not ever. Fluttershy didn’t have even the most basic capacity for violence whatsoever and yet here she was, delivering some vicious potshots to the beautiful, perfect face of her closest friend in the world! Rainbow could hardly comprehend it. Fluttershy still looked keen on dealing a secondary strike anyway, but her anger was suddenly brought under control and turned to shadow, face turned away from view.

It seemed as though life waited between them, at least by Rainbow’s view of things. She’d never known Fluttershy to be angry, to be vengeful at all, and yet now- and then she heard the deep, wet sniff that spoke to tears. “Flutter-”

“Why did you do it, Rainbow Dash?” Fluttershy said at last, turning back to face her friend with tears in her eyes and a fierce anger etched in her face. “Why would you try to hurt Applejack, of all people?”

That was the confusion? Fluttershy thought Rainbow had been trying to hook up with Celestia? Well, this would be an easy fix. “No, I was trying-”

“I know what you were trying to do!” Fluttershy said, grief doing little to take away the edge off her anger, the growl in her voice pressing Rainbow back into silence. “Rainbow Dash, she loves Princess Celestia, why would you try to ruin that? Applejack is happy with her, doesn’t that mean something?”

“But- she- she’s supposed to be with me!” Rainbow tried to protest, trying to find some way of making Fluttershy see her side of things. “Don’t you get it? Applejack is supposed to be with me, not that- that filthy, no-good-”

“But she’s happy!”

“She’s supposed to be happy with me!” Rainbow roared, trying to silence her friend through sheer volume. “Applejack is supposed to be with me, and- and that’s it!”

“Why,” Fluttershy said. “Tell me why- now!”

Suddenly put on a spot, Rainbow struggled to present an argument. “She- I... look, hooking up with Rarity was a bad move, Flutters, it was a bad move. I just- I’m correcting a mistake, alright? Don’t I deserve a chance to fix my mistakes?”

Fluttershy looked at Rainbow as though she couldn’t believe her ears. “Rainbow Dash,” she breathed, “you- love doesn’t work that way. It’s never worked that way. You’re not ‘owed’ anyone’s love at all! Why would you ever think that? Besides, she-”

“But I messed up!” Rainbow continued. “We’re meant to be together, I know that! I just want to make it right, we’d be happy together and I can prove it-”

“Applejack never loved you that way.”

Rainbow Dash had to consider if that proclamation had been worse than the slap to the face. She was certainly struck back into silence, gawking at her friend in horrified disappointment.

“She liked Rarity, Rainbow Dash- not you,” Fluttershy said. “So while you were off arguing with Rarity, Celestia helped cheer up Applejack. And now look at them- they’re getting married tomorrow! They’ve been together for years, they love one another! Applejack doesn’t need you to be happy because she already is happy!”

“But don’t I deserve to be happy?” Rainbow demanded. “What about what I want?”

“What you want… Rainbow, you’re trying to make yourself happy by hurting someone else! Applejack would never even think of loving you if you’d actually succeeded in the slightest! Do you even understand how love works at all?”

“It’d be better! I’D be better!”

“No, you wouldn’t be,” Fluttershy replied. “Because you never actually cared about what makes Applejack happy at all. What would you have done if it was me, Rainbow? I married Luna, would you have tried to hurt her to have me? Do you think I would have ever forgave you?”

There hadn’t been any real thought given to consequences. Was she supposed to consider them? “But I-”

“But nothing, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said firmly, at last wiping the stains of her tears away and allowing herself to become calm, a strange sort of regality within her that Rainbow hadn’t seen before that reminded the athlete of a certain darkened Princess. “Let it go. Let Applejack be happy without you, and don’t try to ruin her. Like you nearly ruined Rarity.” That last barb had been well out of bounds, and one far too harsh for Rainbow to expect. She couldn’t hope to hide the wound that had come from the one person she never would have guessed would deliver, staring as she watched Fluttershy head to the door and depart. “I’m going to tell her the truth, Rainbow Dash,” she added. “I’m sorry. She needs to know why you won’t be coming.”

Nothing in that entire conversation had really gone the way she’d expected. Rainbow was still in chains, still imprisoned, and had been slapped around like she were a punching bag by Fluttershy. The only thing that made it all worse was what Fluttershy had said, and the intent behind it. She had never known her to be so… so venomous. Every word had been designed to actually hurt, to provoke some real sense of shame. What sort of horrific change had come over that once-gentle girl? Rainbow glowered as she considered romantic entanglements, the sharp face of Luna blazing in her eyes. What else was that woman going to ruin? She’d already ruined Fluttershy, ruined Rainbow’s chances at winning Applejack-

She said I ruined Rarity. That had been one vicious barb, Rainbow realized. Had burrowed straight into her heart, if she were honest. It hadn’t been intentional, and Rarity had gotten over it eventually, at least. It had just been one of those things. They’d sort of fallen together and then fallen apart just as quickly. I never really tried to figure out why. Or… how Rarity was after. They weren’t really friends anymore. A slap to the face had been a sure signal for that. Rainbow had gone after Rarity and they’d just- ended. A few quick moments, too much pressure for Rarity to give, and then a fallout.

Had that been her fault?

The sound of the door opening didn’t register until she heard the clinking sound of metallic armor beside her once more, Rainbow peering up and leaving her ruminations behind to see a fresh pair of guards about her, yet bearing the sigil of a blazing sun rather than a steel crescent. “You have a visitor,” said the first of the pair, his voice calmer and gentler than that of Luna’s soldiers. “You will remain seated.” Less fire, but just as much firmness in command. These were something different.

“Gentlemen, you may go,” said a clear voice, and from the threshold came the Princess Celestia, waving away her warriors with a trifling hand. “Thank you very much, but I would grant us privacy.”

The soldiers stood at attention in response and then departed, leaving Rainbow Dash alone with her intended victim- the tables now so severely turned that the athlete wondered if she might as well try to chop her own head off. Celestia sighed and took a seat across from the younger woman, sinking back into the recliner before casually tossing her crown aside and allowing all sense of regality to disappear.

“I must say,” Celestia remarked, “your choice in furniture is exquisite. One really could sleep for hours sitting here.”

Rainbow felt like a mouse in the clutches of a hungry cat. Celestia was toying with her, trying to taunt her with the comforts of home and warmth before sending her screaming into the abyss. It was enough of a thought to make one’s throat turn dry.

Celestia, however, didn’t seem bothered by the lack of a response, and more inclined to continue resting. She looked up from her place of comfort with a playful smile on her face. “I heard you’ve been trying to kill me.”

And there was the death sentence. Rainbow already knew she was screwed, this was just the pre-game before an execution. “Uh.” Celestia continued to smile, yet within her expression there didn’t seem to be a hint of malice- or even anger, just that steady warmth that felt wretched on Rainbow’s bones.

“Allow yourself a moment, Rainbow Dash,” Celestia said with a wave of a finger. “Come, please. Place a hand upon my arm and see how it feels.”

“But I-” Rainbow subconsciously reached out and was startled to see that her handcuffs were no longer present, and a quick glance downward confirmed the same for her leg binds. Holy shit, I am so fucked. “Uh- are- are you sure?”

“I am sure,” Celestia said placidly. “Take my hand in yours. Tell me what you feel.”

Rainbow’s mental senses suspected a trap and her physical senses confirmed it- even the barest grazing of Celestia’s skin was a heat that she couldn’t even begin to quantify, worse than even the feel of molten metal could possibly hope for. She flinched back, away from the blazing temperatures that were contained in the regal woman, half-expecting her to be totally aflame.

“You see? It would take far more than what you tried to actually wound me, Rainbow Dash. I am unharmed, and would have remained so,” Celestia said. “So now… put your fears aside. I have no anger, and Luna has ensured that no harm has been done. I would prefer to know why you tried in the first place.”

So fucked. “I…” Rainbow would have been certain of her answer only a few short minutes ago. “I loved Applejack. I think.”

“Mhm. A jealous love, I see,” Celestia remarked. “And you thought I was stealing your dreamgirl away, is that right?”

“Sorta.” Rainbow felt a sudden fixation on her and she wanted to shrivel. Celestia was looking at her, not unkindly, but truly examining her for an answer. “Well…. Yeah.”

“Please be honest with me, Rainbow,” Celestia said, her voice seemingly tranquil. “Lies do not become loyal hearts. Again… I am not angry with you. It is alright to speak freely.”

Freely? Rainbow still suspected a trap, waited for the moment when she’d be turned to ashes. But this quiet, peaceful discussion was worse than lashes, somehow. It wasn’t even a judgement, really. Why was this unbearable- why was she struggling to even talk? “I just wanted- my last one… we were so different, I thought that, well, AJ and I were so alike- we’d work well. Together.”

“Is that so?” Still no judgement. Not even a hint of anger.

“I thought it’d… work out this time,” Rainbow said, feeling her tied tongue beginning to strangely loosen. “When Rarity and I broke up, I figured it was cause she was so –you know- prissy, stuff like that. Maybe AJ and I would be better. I just wanted…” she felt a strange lump in her throat, stoppering her speech and forcing a halt. “I wanted to be- not alone. And happy.”

Celestia’s smile remained, yet softening as she heard the explanation begin to unfold. “And you were so afraid that I was going to take all your chances of happiness away from you,” she murmured. “You put all your hopes in Applejack that you really began to believe there was no other way.”

Rainbow couldn’t even hope to answer that one, so precisely on point that she wondered if Celestia had somehow read the thoughts of her own heart. She didn’t want to be here, or to feel any of this at all. “I… I almost ruined a friend of mine,” she said distantly. “I swore that I loved her. And I said I loved Applejack, too. Maybe I was just lying to myself.”

“Perhaps,” Celestia remarked. “People have this funny little idea that love can only be sweet and pure and perfect. As if they’ve never seen a cruel, selfish love that can twist and wound even the one who wields it. Love can go bad, Rainbow Dash- and lead to worse. I am only glad we stopped you before it really was too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“To save you from yourself,” Celestia answered. “So that all the love you have to give is not forever turned to selfish ends. You have friends who love you, dear Rainbow- perhaps not in such a way as you might wish, but love nonetheless. And, in time, I believe you might recall just what love really means, so long as you let them help you stay standing.”

Rainbow shook her head. “Fluttershy slapped me, they won’t-”

“Forgive you?” Celestia asked, looking rather surprised. “You would be surprised what an honest apology can start to mend. And you might find some more willing than you’d think.”

Rainbow ran a hand across her face, making sure there were no temporary blemishes that could give herself away. “I’m sorry.”

“And you already forgiven,” Celestia said gently. “I would suggest you decline the wedding invitation, and spare yourself the heartache. Applejack’s happiness may be something you can value again, given time- but not now, not when it would still wound you so. Instead, I would recommend you take a walk over to the bakery and have a talk with a sweet, young pastry cook who’s thought about you for a very long time and suddenly can’t be bothered to attend, either. It would do you both good.”

Pinkie Pie. Pinkie the cheerful, the helpful, the one who’d been right there in harm’s way to try and keep Rainbow from disaster- and the last thing she’d done to Pinkie was make her cry. “Yeah, I- wait a minute,” Rainbow said, “aren’t I- you know, in trouble? I tried to kill you!”

“Really, now?” Celestia asked, feigning surprise- or was she? “Well… let us say you are on probation, if that helps ease a guilty conscience. One would hate to keep such a steadfast protector of Equestria locked away.”

A small part of her wondered if Princess Celestia was actually insane. The wink and the smile didn’t help matters much either, but Rainbow was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Um. Are- OK.”

“You’re very welcome,” Celestia said warmly. “And… thank you, Rainbow Dash.”

A small moment of confusion. “For what?”

Celestia smiled, a distant happiness on her face that Rainbow recognized immediately, knowing just what sort of deepened thought held the royal’s mind. “I love her… very much,” the Princess whispered. “I would hate to have caused her to lose a friend because of it.”

She’d slept peacefully, despite the roiling emotions that had come after. Her initial reactions had been to be consumed and start drinking, but her weariness of spirit had instead been welcome. A deep sleep, one good for the mind and body, had come upon her in that lonely bed and sent her to a dreamless slumber. When she awoke, Rainbow Dash saw the sun of an early morning. Applejack’s getting married today. The thought still bothered her, if she were honest. But to hate Princess Celestia for it, after how decent she’d been in response? Rainbow couldn’t feel the burden of it any longer. Applejack was happy and that was all that mattered, even if that happiness didn’t have her in the equation.

A step outside into the warm sun was as unexpected a one as the prismatic woman had ever known. When the day before had been spent in the shadow of death, anything that was the opposite was sure to be welcome. Today’s efforts were going to be uncomfortable, painful even- but necessary. It would be better to see them done sooner rather than later.

Rainbow hesitated when she reached Sugarcube Corner, standing at the front door and finding herself immobile. Pinkie Pie was going to be in there, likely in some sort of miserable condition that was of Rainbow’s own doing. It wasn’t going to be easy to apologize, especially when what she’d said had been so horrid. But Pinkie was her friend, she would see this-

Actually, what IS Pinkie to me? It was a sudden, rather odd question that made the athlete pause. Pinkie had said she loved her, Celestia had all but confirmed it; somehow, all the sexual favors the frizz-haired woman had given weren’t enough of a hint to get the message through. Looking back, Rainbow hadn’t minded the attention in the slightest, even enjoying it. She’d tried to push it aside and say that Applejack was going to feel better, but Applejack was happy and out of reach. Why hadn’t she given any thought to this?

Rainbow groaned and felt a mixture of emotions in her stomach at the thought of having to start this conversation. It wasn’t going to be pretty, but it might be extremely weird.

The sight the athletic woman was graced with the moment she entered was the one she’d dreaded: behind the counter with a broom in hand, hair flat and lank across her face, stood a most despondent Pinkamena Diane Pie, most assuredly morose and living deep in her doldrums. This was to be the person Rainbow would have to talk to, and somehow bring out of such a viciously depressive state- not an easy task when it was your fault in the first place. At least we’re alone.

“Hey, Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow said weakly, not an ounce of her usual bravado within her. “Can we talk?”

Pinkie paused in her sweeping, but gave no other hint that she had heard the greeting. With no glance thrown her way, the dulled girl continued to clean and press on as though the world was still silent.

“Pinkie, I-” Rainbow could have slapped herself when she felt her voice catch. “Pinkie, I didn’t mean- no, that’s wrong. What I said was wrong,” she said at last. “It wasn’t fair to you at all. You were trying to keep me out of trouble and I wouldn’t let you. I’m sorry. I am really sorry.”

Pinkie hesitated yet again, this time allowing her deadened gaze to find its way over to Rainbow. “OK,” she said.

It hadn’t been enough, and Rainbow thought she should have known that. “Pinkie… I didn’t know how you felt. I shouldn’t have hurt your feelings, either. I just-” again, further struggle. “Please don’t be mad at me. I don’t want you to be sad because of me.”

Pinkie stopped sweeping altogether and turned her face away, seemingly unable to face her former friend’s apologies.

Rainbow felt horrid, trying to find some way to make this right. “You were… you were really good to me. A whole lot, and you- well, tried to help me out. Y- you felt good.” Understatement of the fucking century. “Pinkie, can I- can I make it up to you?” she asked. “Maybe it’s weird, but, I mean- let me take you out somewhere, just you and me. We can… talk. About things.”

“On one condition.” Pinkie’s silence again came to an end and her body began to quiver, her hair suddenly trembling like a bush beset by squirrels.

“Anything!” Rainbow promised. “You name it, I swear!”

And then Pinkie Pie went off like a bomb. Hair ignited and was transformed back into its usual frizzy magnificence, the wild aura of limitless energy surging to refill a bounceless step- and an almighty kiss of all kisses taking Rainbow’s lips captive. The baker’s hands went to her bright-pink dress and tore the garment away as though they were an afterthought, letting her naked body be given unto the open air-

And Rainbow promptly realized she had made several terrible miscalculations. Pinkie, the one she had long suspected of being fat, was not fat. To call her extra thicc was a disservice when she possessed curves that fine, sat on a bottom that perfect, just a little extra cushion for pushing- and the single greatest rack of breasts that could have ever possibly existed in all the sum of all life on earth, magnificent melons of a purest potency that surely made gods weep. Pinkie, ever-defiant in the face of physics, had somehow managed to fit those perfect titties into a dress without ripping fabric and letting everyone bask in their glory.

Pinkie Pie probably wasn’t Applejack, and she certainly wasn’t Rarity. But it didn’t take much brain for Rainbow to know she was looking at an artwork of raw sexuality. “Holy fuck!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Make love to me right now, Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie declared, throwing her arms about Rainbow Dash and bringing her into the blissful comfort of her brilliant bosoms. “So shut up and let’s get busy!”

Rainbow had come here to give an apology. If this was how it would have to be done-

Well, who was she to argue?

Mrs. Cake couldn’t begin to imagine what was causing such a commotion this early in the morning. “Twilight and her friends are all in Canterlot for the wedding,” she muttered, throwing aside her mitt as she stepped away from the oven. “Well, except for Pinkie Pie. But she’s in a mood, she won’t be doing anything silly.” With a huff, she was forced to abandon her confectionery delights and turn to the shopfront. Just what was going on?

The strained cry of delirious joy from Pinkie Pie, she later mused, should have been enough to explain. Pushing the kitchen door open, Cup Cake was promptly graced with the sight of two naked bodies straddling one another atop the counters, both so deeply involved with the other that it was difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught Pinkie mid-coitus, nor in a place so public. She just hadn’t expected for her cheery companion to be having sex with Rainbow Dash on their countertop.

Cup Cake rolled her eyes. Well, what was she to do, interrupt? Never her style, if she were honest. Besides, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been young at one point. It would likely be best to just ignore the event and turn away. She knew full well just how badly Pinkie had wanted Rainbow, and for how long.

On the other hand… She paused at the door, allowing herself another glance of the deeply intertwined couple. Rainbow was more into this than even Pinkie Pie had seemingly expected, taking to the young baker’s perfect tits with such enthusiasm that it was making the bright woman actually moan. I haven’t heard her make a sound like that in years. She wasn’t trying to ogle, really, but how could you even stop? The view was excellent.

Ooh, I forgot just how good Pinkie looks down there, Cup Cake mused, And Rainbow- my, those muscles. She couldn’t help but grin, leaning back against the kitchen door and letting herself enjoy the show. Perhaps subconsciously, she let her hand slip down between fabric and begin to pluck away at her own cherry- a clearly natural reaction to something so steamy. Maybe I should try to join in. Pinkie always feels great, and Rainbow looks like she knows how to eat. It wasn’t as if her husband would mind; they had their ways. Cup Cake licked her lips, beginning to untie the apron about her waist and make her appearance known-

A hint of movement on the periphery of her vision. Mrs. Cake turned and saw Derpy walking by outside, hands clasped across her daughter’s face to shield innocent eyes from the frenetic sight. Damn. If she didn’t do something about it now, she’d find herself in trouble. It was time to toss the two lovesick women out and send them on to more private quarters.

“And I won’t even be able to let them stay in the house, either,” Mrs. Cake grumbled, reaching for the nearby broom and setting to work. “Not even be able to listen, life just isn’t fair.”

Author's Note

I think I have to accept this story will never work out the way I wanted it to. Dunno why. Shit.

Keep reading, I guess. A little further now.