Caffeineighted

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Berry Punch, Other, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, Anthro
Length: 4681

Jasmine Leaf and Berry Punch don't need caffeine to keep their human employee Christie up all night - just two sex toys.

For Christie, one year into her visit to Ponyville, the town still feels two sizes too small, despite the accomodating nature of its four-legged friends. Thankfully, two of those ponies, fellow tea-shop runners Berry Punch and Jasmine Leaf, soon make Christie's culture shock a pleasurable one - especially when the find out what type of groin-stuffed gadgets their human employee uses, and put their own magical twist onto them.

Pic credit goes to Dankflank1.

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WARNING: ♫ Droptopping, rolling in my tea shop money ♫ screwing with my favorite ponies ♫ Trying to get a bit o' love honeeeeeeeyyyyyyy ♫

Published 2020-08-19 19:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-19 19:00:00 UTC

Tea-Bags for Three

In the first few months of her year-long vacation, Christie couldn’t have felt more out of place. To be fair, she was only human.

Every time she stepped into a house in Ponyville, she seemed to loom over everypony there, her long limbs clumsy as they knocked over table dressings and pots. When these ponies did provide something she could eat (light enough to keep her figure fit, thankfully), it always felt half-complete. It stung that Christie wasn’t comfortable enough to satisfy them, as they tried so hard to do with her. And every time they ramped up their niceness, it always made her heart throb with guilt, like it was being done because she hadn’t gotten up to their level yet.

Well, also the fact that they had tails and hooves, and Christie didn't. (Not that they weren't badass.)

Right now, however, she was in the Ponyville Tea Cozy, a very spacious tea shop. Its wooden paneling arched comfortably above her head like an umbrella. Below her head was wisps of the latest oolong tea batch, soothing her nose with every sniff. And before Christie, well...

“Eighty thousand bits this month, Christie! I knew Jasmine was wrong to ever doubt you!” cried the mare hugging Christie. Frankly, it was impossible to not smile in the face of the ever-jubilant Berry Punch. On her third day here, Christie had struck up a partnership with her. One of the few talents that did transfer well from her Nebraska hometown was Christie’s ability to find and whip up any drink under the sun. She knew just what to say to Berry Punch to get herself a job working their drink shops.

“Don’t fret, Berry. Jasmine’s just cautious; it’s her right.”

Berry’s cheery air deflated a bit upon Christie’s words, midway through sweeps up the bits they’d gained today. Berry’s craning over the countertop as Christie drank was enough to give her a telling glance at her teats. Pressing against the frilly red outfit Berry had on, they drew Christie’s eyes like magnets.

“Yo, Berry! Guess we close up early after all!” Speaking of the elusive equine, there was Jasmine Leaf herself at the tea shop’s front door. A long sifter of red tea was in her hands; raspberry-leaf by the looks of the bobbing fruit. “Carrot Top’s just got through telling me more about our new shelf-stacker.”

Jasmine Leaf’s so take-charge, isn’t she? thought Christie. Her cropped mane was shocking pink, her coat a richer dark tone of that same color. However, as Jasmine moved closer, Christie’s focus was on her tongue. Wicked sharp even as it lapped at her raspberry tea, it’d be the fastest source of strife between them.

To her credit, Christie tried to keep things civil with Jasmine’s, through the same skills that helped her other job in her world away from home. She talked of how Jasmine’s every move was brilliant, and more often than not, it was true: fromthe expansions to Berry’s tavern, to Jasmine’s new tea mixes in this shop. And Ponyville turned out its pockets - and ears - to this leggy mare. Soon, even Christie felt like she was under Jasmine’s spell, despite Twilight’s reassurance that this pony couldn’t cast them.

Jasmine seemed almost everywhere and nowhere at once these last few days, though. Christie couldn’t account for the times she spent away. Or why Berry, almost grafted to Christie since their first sales day, was joining Jasmine in them.

“Really?” Had Berry’s voice always been that trembling now? Berry’s pose didn’t match that voice. In fact, she pressed closer to the counter. “She wasn’t… too embarrassed talking, right?”

“Nah. Hilarious, really. Carrot Top should go into comedy. Apparently she’s got it in her mind that you’re a hot fix in Ponyville, Christie.” Despite the alluring tilt in Jasmine’s voice, Christie spluttered in shock. That was another thing she was hoping would stay under wraps. Much like the strip of tape keeping the vibrating bullet over her soaking snatch. A girl had to take the edge off somehow.

“Really Jasmine? I don’t see it.”

“I do. Makes me wonder why I was the last to hear. Especially since I said that you don’t make deals without letting me know, Christie.” The clik-clik-clik of Jasmine’s heels as she fully stepped into her store was foreboding.

Christie had been with her at the counter long enough to know Jasmine’s tells when she was angry. Her legs were the most magnetic part of her, though; crossing over one another to tap incessantly on the floor. To Christie, however, the last few weeks had her expressing a need to answer that toe-tap another way; by prying Jasmine’s legs apart. For months, she’d wanted to see if Jasmine was as rich and warm and dripping between her legs as the brewers set up on the walls of her shop. But Christie held back. Jasmine and Berry were generous to set her up in the store, she wouldn’t take advantage of such charity without prompting.

Again Christie tried to resolve the situation. “Wait, y-you don’t know the whole st-”

“Then tell it, Christie,” repeated Jasmine, her voice low. Christie couldn’t have turned redder than the tea now being tipped into Jasmine’s mouth. “With either a yes or a no.”

“Y-yes. I.. may have been testing out some merchandise with her off-hours.” Please let it drop, Christie didn’t say. Stuff like that was between her, Carrot Top… and Christie’s twitching thighs.

The glasses atop Jasmine’s forehead were suddenly snapped up, folded, and hitched in the sinfully deep dip of her blue top. Blue curves of loose cotton billowed out in a ‘U’ shape to a window of lush flesh and fur, the swells of her breasts at the top’s edges framing her glasses perfectly. “I-I swear, Jasmine, she was the only one! Don’t punish her for this.”

“Well, now, this makes me wonder about one thing I should have asked you for earlier,” Jasmine said, after setting her tea sifter on the counter. Christie’s eyes jammed shut, preparing to hear the shuffling of her walking papers. “... like why you didn’t tell me your fake cocks vibrated.”

Christie's eyes shot open, her own glass of tea rattling upon the granite countertop.”W-what?” she squeaked. Just like that, the air between them charged up. She wasn’t sure that electricity wasn’t dancing in the reflection of Jasmine's glasses as they bobbed to the pony’s motions.

“Info wasn’t the only thing Carrot gave me.” Jasmine’s hands brought up a small metal switch, the antenna at the end of it pointing straight at Christie. She drew her coat closer. “Told me all about how stuff like this worked. Really, I should be apologizing to you.” Another step, and Jasmine was at Berry Punch’s side, starting right into Christie’s eyes. “That case you have upstairs has been doing a lot for me and Berry’s love life.”

Christie could have been angry. In a past life, she would’ve been. That stuff was for paying clients, and her progress had made her a millionaire in the BDSM circuit. But here, with all these close walls and curvy ponies and delectable drinks, she wanted to belong. And that two such mares made use of a part of her case made her soak her panties even more.

“G-glad I could help,” Christie panted.

“You certainly have, sexy,” purred Jasmine, her finger moving to trace along the collar of Christie’s purple shirt. Berry had gotten it for her, and its silky feel against her skin and nipples was almost as thrilling as the plum-colored fingers skirting over it. “And now it’s time we helped you.”

“H-how, Jasm-”

“Berry, go ahead. Share your new brew with Christie.”

Berry Punch, after a slight gulp, pushed forward, her eyes shooting one final look at Jasmine Leaf before her fingers gripped into Christie’s blouse. Before Christie could ask how Berry would share that taste with no cup, Berry’s lips met hers. Plush red lipstick clamped over Christie’s jet-black lipstick, and suddenly her mind spiraled off to focus on the curly-haired mare kissing her.

Christie couldn’t describe it, and not only because of Berry’s maw silencing her gasps. It was like nothing she’d felt before - not even with Carrot Top. No human could compare either; the distance of Berry’s snout let her see her brimming red eyes fully. Christie felt like she could drown in them.

Berry’s lips tasted like a sundae atop a scotch: bananas, cranberries, and apples mingling upon Christie’s tongue. The slight undercurrent of alcohol underneath gave away why Berry was so blushing and meek. Christie’s concern over the shop watching her make out with her co-worker was fading fast.

It dissolved entirely when Jasmine spoke. “All of you, please leave. We’ve got more than enough to surprise you with tomorrow.”

As the customers filtered out of the door, and Berry’s tongue slowly crept further into her mouth, Christie’s left hand searched for Jasmine’s to grip onto. Jasmine’s had pulled back, however, eyes locked on the last two departing ponies; a grey earth pony with a black mane in a pompadour and a white unicorn with a shocking blue mane. Specifically, Jasmine’s eyes swelled at seeing them swat at each other’s skirt-clad asses as the door closed behind them.

Turning her head and her hand, though, Christie tore Jasmine’s eyes away from the lewd show. This close to Christie, Jasmine could see her move to the empty room, and she taunted Christie huskily. “Didn’t know you were such a voyeur, Christie.” The smack of Berry and Christie’s lips as the latter gasped into Berry’s mouth made Jasmine jut her slim hips in instinctual need. “Shouldn’t be surprised, though - I am too.” And her tongue licked out a strip down Christie’s heaving neck.

Jasmine’s words weren’t the message Christie wanted to deliver, but she moaned over it nonetheless; especially after feeling Jasmine’s long fingers moonwalk their way down her chest. Just before they could get to the hem of Christie’s skirt, she pulled away and pushed it into Berry’s generous chest. With a push, both she and Christie were broken from their kiss, lips shiny with saliva.

“I w-was trying to ask if you -ah!- were really going to do it here.” Christie gasped. Now Berry’s hand was lightly passing over her chest too, her funbags being traced out by the mixologist mares’ fingers.

Jasmine licked her lips seeing Christie and Berry pant. Her sharp electric-blue nails tickled over their hardening nipples. “True, that would mess up the floors.” Jasmine’s head dipped, her short blue mane curling over her face.

“Please...” Christie didn’t know how fast the situation had turned, but she wanted to sink into it, like a Lotus spa bath. The caffeine from her cup of tea was already lighting up her nerves, entwining with the lust blossoming in her stomach.

“Also, I needed the store empty for today’s taste-test anyway.” Jasmine’s head tilted sideways. “Gotta keep the recipe secret after all, sexy.”

Jasmine’s lips quickly crashed into Christie’s, her black lipstick ruined further through their ravenous kiss. Where Berry was slow and deliberate, Jasmine was forceful and intoxicating. Weird, considering which of the two mares sold the alcohol in this town. But if Christie had any complaints, they were being rocketed into the moon at a speed Luna would gape at.

Jasmine’s plum-colored palm was only slightly slower, pulling up her blouse as her remote-gripping hand nudged away Berry Punch. The second Berry was far enough away, Jasmine sat upright on the counter’s lip, her legs at each side of Christie’s waist. Their kiss grew rougher, her minty breath finally washing over Christie’s tongue and throat.

Christie panted, her eyes clamping shut, unable to notice Jasmine set the remote on the countertop. The slick whirr as Jasmine brought the buzzing device between her legs to its Medium setting made her howl into Jasmine’s mouth. Her moan-swallowing lips - and squirming hips - thrust into the pony sitting on the counter.

“Berry, get the remote,” Jasmine cooed, the second her lips broke contact with Christie. “And the special mix. We’re going upstairs.” Jasmine’s plum-coated hand languidly rolled against Christie’s, bringing the crotch of her skin-tight jeans to the center of Christie’s heat. Then they popped off the counter, Jasmine’s arms soon looping around her partner’s waist to lift her off her chair.

“Oolong. How oh-so-fucking tasty.” purred Jasmine. The cold drink was forgotten on that counter, the three girls making their wait to the upper level of Even a full head higher than Jasmine, Christie was wrapped around her like a foal, shuddering in how powerfully Jasmine took control.

The three grills soon burst into the room, Christie busy balling Jasmine's top up and over her fat tits. Both Jasmine and Christie fell into a sloppy kiss on the very floor of that bedroom, their hips surging against one another’s like battling pythons.

Christie had only gone ten feet above her original position, but it felt like she was in Cloudsdale itself. Ponies certainly spoke of it like it was heaven, and now a little bit of it was above her. Silkily purring into her mouth, Jasmine’s plum hands groped at the tattoos of black vines and flowers painted up Christie’s sides. Soon after, they tugged her skirt just past her hips to press them around her buzzing clit-bullet, her sensitive folds trying to swallow that steel vibrator.

It was only when one of Jasmine’s greedy hands searched under the bed next to them for something that Christie’s eyes opened enough to see what was happening. The sudden snap of golden locks unclasping told Christie they’d found her fun-case.

“Perfect.” A loud smack and Jasmine Leaf was panting above Christie. Jasmine’s left hand was holding a thick rubber strap-on. Her tongue was busy licking its doorknob-sized tip. Christie had been building up to using that latex tool, but had barely gotten the head past her tight snatch. She didn’t have the leverage to plunge it in fully. Though, when Christie had been thinking of Jasmine commanding her to be allowed to cum as she’d pushed that strap-on against her wet pussy, Christie certainly had the motivation.

Suddenly, cold air rushed over her loins and abs as Jasmine pulled back to stand over her. “Berry? Do the honors.” Within seconds, Berry was on her knees at Jasmine’s side, clasping and tightening the strap-on around Jasmine’s waist.

It was only when Christie pulled herself up and got close to the two mares again that she smelled the pungent scent of raspberry leaf tea. The dildo was soaked in it too. Suddenly Christie had a faint idea where the other half of Jasmine’s drink had gone.

“You shouldn’t have... “ Jasmine nearly came at how thick with lust Christie's voice was.

“But how else would I reward my greatest employee, Chris?” Berry was back at Christie’s side, the first to two bubbling potions being passed to the pink mare. “Besides, you’ve been here for half a year. About time you learned how this land’s magic works.”

Where in that frilly dress did Berry have the space to hold two bottles like that? wondered Christie.

“Simple, doll.”Jasmine brought up the orange potion, watching it swirl in its glass prison as Berry’s lips drew closer to it. “Not all magic here comes from the tip of a horn. Some comes from the hard work our very fingertips are put to.”

With a sudden tip of her left hand, the orange goo spattered over the strap-on, the spraying flecks making both Berry and Christie recoil. Jasmine was undeterred, however. “Like that. Start sucking, both of you. The first one I don’t cum on gets it in whichever hole they want.”

Berry almost shoving her maw on the tip of that orange-glowing shaft almost made Christie choke on her own saliva. But the pulsing waves of whatever that potion was quickly sinking onto the tool made Berry moan shamelessly with every inch of it that slipped past her red lips. Christie wanted (craved!) to see if Jasmine made good on her word, like she had so many times in the past.

So Christy knotted back her hair and went to work again, even past her long-finished shift. Almost immediately, her lips touched the edge of the foot-long dildo upon Jasmine’s hips, hearing her purrs hit a higher pitch at the contact. The concoction meeting Christie’s lips was like the sweetest candy, and her tongue swiveled out to get more.

It was only when she noticed the first of several thick veins pop up on that dildo that Christie stopped. “Don't you dare, Christie.” Jasmine’s voice trickled into her ears before her eyes went back to Berry, the mare sucking further on her tip in response. “Or are you trying to tell me Berry’s cheating?”

Christie focused on the transformation taking place inches from her eyes. Not only was the dick color-coding itself to the coat of Jasmine, but the rest of the potion was dripping below its base. Soon, it formed into two golf-sized balls beneath the It was startling, alluring, and utterly hot to see Jasmine develop a cock and testes before her very eyes. Before she knew it, the wet pop of Berry’s lips leaving the end of that savory maremeat echoed in Christie’s ears. And she wanted to see just what else that potion made Jasmine Leaf feel between her legs.

“New rule: neither of you close lips on the tip. Take me in tur-oooh, yes! Christie!” Her tongue was looping underneath that long shapely cock, the glow changing to the same as Jasmine’s plum-colored length. But it was the thigh behind them going rigid at Chrisite sating her cock-thirst, her mouth kissing and lapping at every part of Jasmine's new tool as she could.

Berry Punch was at the other end, her mane bunching up as she trailed lower to the shaft melded with Jasmine’s skin. Turning her head, Berry let Jasmine’s thick ramrod fall lewdly against the side of her face as she moaned into her fat cumsacs. “Ohhhh....” she moaned against the tea shop owner’s dildo-dick.

Throbbing maremeat twitched under the two girls lathering it up, the saliva they left in their wake trickling to the ground in thick strings. Berry wasn’t done playing dirty though; her hands fisted into Christie's top, pulling it and the jacket off her chest. Letting Berry free her massive milk-jugs, Christie hissed into the side of Jasmine's dick as Berry’s hands gripped her breasts.

“C’mon, taste Jas’s cum. Let me win, Christie. I want to feel this fill me out.” Berry rasped out.

Christie nearly let Berry do just that. But the second she saw the pre dripping off of Jasmine’s tip, now the only glowing part of Jasmine's joystick, her need to win boiled over. Letting out another throaty purr at feeling Berry fondle her chest, Christie’s hands traveled to Berry’s neck. With a slight tug, she pulled her up onto Jasmine’s shaft, and dangerously close to the drops of pearly white flowing down it.

“You first, Berry.” Christie’s voice came out quicker, her blood rushing faster, with every inch of Jasmine’s length she slobbered on. “Choke on her cum. So you can drown in mine.”

That bullet vibrator in Christie’s womanhood, still vibrating harshly into her sopping cunt, was being ground against the wooden floor with every swivel of her hips. Berry's right hand was abandoning one of Christie’s tits to slide two fingers into her own pussy walls.

Berry’s head was being drawn closer and closer to that peak of Jasmine’s dick. And within her bucking body of hers, high above them both, Jasmine was reaching her upper limit as well. With a guttural yell of “Shiiittt!” Mt. St. Jasmine erupted. Berry Punch’s head was still too close to the tip of her cum-spewing dick tip to avoid it splattering into her mane and crown.

With Christie's hands still clenched at the sides of her throat, Berry gave in, closing her lips over the tip of her prize. Wads of burning orange cum pummeled down her constricted gullet, pooling in her stomach. And when Berry’s orgasm hit, her grip upon Christie’s breast became iron as she flooded the space between her thighs, Berry gurgled around that cockhead in glee.

Christie almost came herself, seeing that mouthwatering sight. Somepony else would keep her from that, though.

“You win… Christie…” Jasmine shuddered, bending to her knees and pulled at the tape over Christie’s vulva, the vibrator between them clattering to the floor at last. “So what hole you want this in while I fuck you senseless?”

Christie nearly sobbed at the loss of contact. But immediately, she felt energy seep through her pores, her response coming fast now that a footlong futacock wasn’t clogging her tastebuds. “How am I… so jumpy now?”

“Isn’t just my cum this helps seep into another’s system.” whispered Jasmine. “The tea I coated this dildo in soaked into my cock; you’re feeling the equivalent of three cups of caffeine right now.”

“Then… put it in my pussy. Split me apart! Make me…” Even now, she couldn’t get the words out. Cumming was so omnipresent in her mind, so electrifying to her nerves, that it was making Christie blank out.

“We’ll handle that later. Berry, on the bed. Face-up.” Berry ’s head was level and upside-down with Christie’s as she scampered onto her bed, silk and springs bending under her body. Berry had shed her one-piece dress before and Christie’s eyes swept over the lacy curves of the white lingerie clinging to her sweat-spotted body.

Her heartbeat picked up, and suddenly she knew what to do. Leaning over Berry’s body as she was upside-down, Christie’s mouth soon puffed hot air into Berry’s folds. Her hands clutched onto Berry’s teats and she looked back to see Jasmine mount her, her dick sliding against her clit.. A flick of her plum-colored hand, and the vibrator bullet was thrown into Christie's grasp.

Pulling her flower further apart with her other hand, Christie called for the dickmare. “Make me cum, Jasmine.”

The second she felt that bulb of Jasmine's cock push at her folds, Christie climaxed. Her overstimulated pussy squirting over the hot length, hips chanting towards that delicious dick. Miraculously, the uncoiling of her gushing center and Jasmine’s pushing finally letting that cock slip into Christie at last. Berry Punch, her upside-down head just underneath the flood, caught as much as she could in her maw, the crystalline cuntsap joining Jasmine’s spunk in her soft belly.

And then, to Christie’s joy, Jasmine dumped the second potion over Berry’s bulging teats and clit. She couldn’t care less about the damage it did to her sheets, its pungent aroma just like the brew she’d perfected a floor below their writhing bodies. And Christie was hopped up on lust, caffeine, and oolong-smelling snatch.

“Now every part of Berry you suck’ll taste like the tea you just had. Dig in, Chris.”

With a slick slap of her hips, Jasmine Leaf’s cock did just that, thrusting harder and harder into Christie’s sopping snatch. The plum-coated mare gasped, not just from the velvet grip Christie’s cunt had on her thrusting dick, but on how her balls smacked into Berry’s drooling face. The two girls before her we're sixty-nining, and it was only now that they took to the others’ pussies.

Slick squashing came from the three of them as Jasmine’s hips and her partner’s tongues sloshed away. Their motions were faster and faster, tongues lolling out like dogs at hydrants. And their eyes dilated at the feeling that Jasmine was giving them.

Every time Jasmine’s plump hips snapped against her sopping snatch, Christie’s eyes crossed and her fingers clenched around the orbs above Berry’s pussy. Every time Christie pinched the nipples of Berry’s teats, her tongue slithered over her folds at the ramrod pistoning in and out of it. And every time that slick muscle of Berry’s touched her cock or the seeping hole it was stretching out, well…

“Harder! Deeper! Keep -AGH!- going!” And each time, Jasmine obliged Christie’s demand. Her savage thrusts only stopped one time, to grab the remote to the silver vibrator once she saw Christie push the vibrator to the flower between Berry’s legs. Berry thrashed underneath it, her tongue slurping madly at Jasmine's balls, drawing one into her muzzle. Jasmine felt every bit of that lustrous heat, rewarding it with a shaky thumb pushing the setting to ‘Make ‘Em Melt’.

The howl Berry Punch gave into Jasmine’s magicalized nutsack and Christie’s pussylips made them both thrust their heads forward. Between the manic mashing of Christie’s G-spot and the work both girls were doing on her plum-colored maremeat, Jasmine Leaf would be holding nothing back in this next cumfest. Yanking back Christie's head from the folds, Jasmine drank in the rich smell of sweet scent in the woman’s blonde locks.

Then she gutturally hissed out four words to bring her assistant over the edge ”Cum for me, Christie.”

Her mouth tilting into a perfect ‘O’, Christie burst around the footlong shaft buried in her. For the second time, climax washed over her, glazing Jasmine’s dick as it was milked relentlessly. Hands clutched at Berry’s teats as her egg-shaped vibrator was jammed against the button of Berry’s clit, and her hands scrabbled over her teats, squeezing them as her climax approached.

Berry bathed in her blinding bliss. Her hands went to Christie’s asscheeks, crushing them over Jasmine's cock. Even now, her concern was over the other two’s pleasure. But between the silver bullet buzzing against her snatch and the hands grabbing at her nipples, Berry Punch was over the peak within seconds. Whinnying, her orgasm hit like a fucking freight train, her folds bathing Christie's bare chest and face with squirting waves of marecum.

With a keening howl of “Christie, oh FUCK~!”, Jasmine came hard, the pressure on her colossal length too much to bear. Sticky shots of seed shot into Christie's womb, the obscenely large tip providing all the lock-in Jasmine needed as she writhed over Christie’s ass. It would take several pumps further before Jasmine could finally unsheathe herself from Christie's stuffed channel.

Seeing the cream well up at the tip of Christie’s pussylips, like the topping of an espresso, made Jasmine’s thighs clench. It would only be her own drenched folds that squashed together, as the last ebbing flows of light bled off the cock over it. It was once again a dildo, one sliding just off her hips from the strain the straps had undertaken.

With some tugging at the skirt still wadded around the girl’s waist, Jasmine managed to get the limp Christie off of Berry Punch, both of them too rocked by their climaxes to move.

Berry eventually strung enough words together to speak. “So, Christie… we cool about Berry and I… using this behind your back?”

Christie could only manage a weak nod at this. At this point, she felt she’d die if a day passed without Jasmine using that thick tool behind someone’s back. Christie’s thighs still slid together in a desperate attempt to hold her creamy cargo within her clit.

“Good.” One mattress-bending later, and Jasmine was sprawled out right beside Christie. “Well, ‘cause of that…” Her finger tapped lightly at Christie's swollen stomach. “You have tomorrow off. Then we’ll show you how you make your strap-on feel on you like it did on me.”

“It’ll be great… Christie.” Berry panted next to her. “You’ll never doubt Equestria’s magic again.”

Christie smiled dopily. Really, she couldn't recall a time she ever doubted Equestria’s magic, or its bonds made by friendship. Nuzzling both Berry and Jasmine’s necks let sleep overtake her. Yes, she always had little obstacles to fight through in Ponyville. But with brewmasters like these by her side, she felt a warmness that she hadn’t felt anywhere else.

Especially with the creaming that she needed to pay back onto their sexy asses.

Author's Note

Thanks to The WraithWriter for prereading/editing.