怪談とポニー Ep2 - Factory Reset

Under the warm soothing streams, Misty felt how the strain and anxiety of that day’s journey finally started to release her, little by little washed off by the water. Lifting her face, she let it run freely down her horn, closed eyes, down her cheeks; her thoughts were slowly coming to order. They had a long weekend ahead and nopony could predict what they would come across in their search. But the tranquillity of the moment at least allowed her to relax at the feeling that everything was fine, everypony safe, the first step of their mission succeeded despite the obstacle.

Not entirely unpredicted, yet that didn’t make that less unpleasant, the city bus trudged as if a bunch of snails harnessed to it. After the conditioned truck cab it felt hot like an oven; the girls realized their luck of coming to Baltimare long after the midday – at least they didn’t risk being fried in the local transport. Misty understood that the speed was dictated by safety on the narrow suburban streets, yet the red metal sausage rolled so slow occasionally it almost looked as if they were standing on one spot. Thankfully the bus was almost empty at the outskirts at that hour, so the friends could occupy the desired places: all next to each other and, considering the general direction of their route, mostly staying at the shaded side of the salon.

Leaving the suburb, their transport headed towards the centre; that made the overall road a bit longer than if they travelled directly to the bay area, but at least the speed seemed progressively increasing as the streets became wider. More ponies boarded the bus; still, it was far from being full, allowing the girls to speak freely if necessary. However, nopony hurried to express their thoughts – their endeavour had too many unknowns yet; they were to see the place with their own eyes first. Instead, Misty was to take the role of spontaneous tour guide for the rest of the girls, when they reached the old part of the city with monuments, museums and simply architectural sights of historical value. Tiredly commenting on the objects they were passing at the moment, she briefly introduced her friends to her native city. They could even have a short view of the old prison when the bus turned away from the centre and the gray stern buildings clinging to the small island glimpsed at the end of a very straight long street reaching the Horseshoe bay.

The landscape finally went uphill, becoming greener again with the houses standing further between, hiding in the foliage of large gardens – that was another private property area, but much older than one they first came to. With a hydraulic huff of the brakes, their bus arrived at the next stop, their destination as Misty signalled the girls on exit. Almost in time as all four felt a bit broiled up already. A short walk up the street along the whitened brick walls of neighbourhood gardens, and Misty guided them to the narrow side gate, on the shady path between the old trees whispering in the starting breeze, then to the large old house in the depth of the orchard.

“Welcome to my parents’ house, my birthplace…” opening the large double doors, Misty smiled and added to thinner the sudden officiousness. “It’s empty at the moment, so we won’t disturb anypony.”

“Finally! The shade! The freshness!” exhaled her friends in unison. “The shower!” added Lacy Reins with almost palpable hope.

No wonder that right after being shown the way, the girls raced to the bathroom, throwing off clothes on the run. Misty didn’t fall behind much, spending a moment to grab everything in one heap on her way; friends’ laughter and rushed footsteps on the upper floor brought a smile on her face. That room choice wasn’t random: the guest rooms were unprepared for such a spontaneous visit – Misty’s parents were in one of their lengthy expeditions and the house stood empty for a while, so their large bedroom was the only one in decent order and having a bed large enough to fit all four girls at the same time.

Dropping the clothes into the armchair, Misty quickly added her own to the pile. That turned out a smart decision: as soon as the filly approached the bathroom, the door opened, two pairs of hands emerged from the water mist and quickly pulled her inside, right under the water streams, making Misty shortly squeak from surprise.

Heat and fatigue were forgotten at once; the girls started splashing and tickling, making the large bathroom echo with laughter and falling water. The foalish tickling turned into tender cuddling very fast: the four girls began tangling passionately under the water streams.

‘Mmm…’ with eyes still closed, Misty recalled the sensation, finding it exciting and relaxing at the same time. Moving from carefree fun to a more practical approach, they started soaping each other with all possible diligence and care. Girls’ hands kept being curious, examining and gently treating each curve and sensitive spot. Wrapped around by Windy’s strong caressing arms Lacy bit her lip; with half-lidded eyes, she enjoyed the kisses lavished by her pegasus friend to the back of the girl’s ears and neck. Faster than Misty’s eyes could notice, she found herself cuddled from behind by Flaunty, feeling the girl’s hot palms squeezing her hips, tenderly running over her navel and higher, finally rubbing and massaging Misty’s shoulders and breasts. Her hardening nipples got caught and lightly squeezed between Flaunty’s fingers, while the pegasus girl playfully bit the tip of Misty’s ear, making her arch back and lean closer to Flaunty with a moan of pleasure.

In a moment, both Misty and Lacy found themselves pressed closely together, so the pegasus sisters could even reach each other while caressing the girls all over. Lacy’s large widened eyes behind the slightly misted glasses appeared inches from Misty’s face. Without the second thought, Misty’s arms wrapped around Lacy bringing her even closer; girls’ expectantly opened lips met in a sweet kiss.

‘More! I want more! …to last forever…’ screamed Misty’s mind as she kept catching and lustfully sucking on Lacy’s tongue teasingly sneaking into her mouth. With both hands on Lacy’s and Flaunty’s butts, Misty pressed both girls closer to herself, wriggling and rubbing on their amazing slippery bodies. The touch of Windy’s silky heated pussy on the back of her palm send another electric spark of pleasure through the unicorn girl.

“Ahhhh!” Misty even muffled herself; the sensation was sharp enough for Misty to wake from the fresh memory. For a moment, she stood leaning one hand on the bathroom wall, breathing heavily and pressing her thighs together to prevent another hot wave from flaming there and flooding her again. With a giggle she looked over the shoulder: the rest of the girls headed to try the bed and she didn’t want to wake her tired friends.

The room was submerged in golden twilight, the light of the setting somewhere behind the house sun spread around, reflected in the distant bay waters and softly flooded everything: the garden, the house, the room through the open window. Accurately closing the bathroom door shut, Misty quietly approached the framed by the curtains picture in green, blue, golden and pink. Before finally leaving for the night, the sun was playing with waves, making them shimmer like myriads of small diamonds on the rippled azure tablecloth. Far away, almost on the horizon, some ship slowly approached the bay with tiny white and coloured triangles of sails of the late yachts.

Inhaling the floral aroma brought by the passing breeze from their garden, Misty couldn’t hold back a smile; each time watching the bay like that she felt her closeness with mom and dad extremely strong. The flesh of flesh! No matter if they were close or far away in one of their constant journeys. With that smile the girl listened to nightingale warble reaching the room from the shadows of the garden; the nocturnal singer greeted the upcoming night already.

“M-misty…”

The sleepy voice pulled the unicorn filly from her peaceful thoughts, making Misty look back. Squinting – her glasses remained on the nightstand next to the large bed – Lacy Rains raised on one elbow from Windy’s loving cuddle and stared at her friend. Her eyes widened and bright lips opened slightly; Lacy watched with unhidden admiration. Reaching the curtains, Misty’s delicately chiselled naked silhouette was framed in the reflected sunlight, small water drops shone on the neck, firm breasts, silky hips. Glancing over her shoulder, the girl noticed Lacy beaconing her sleepily. With another smile Misty whisked to the bed, slipping between sleeping Flaunty and Lacy, catching her hand tenderly.

‘Let’s rest! Tomorrow will be another day… hard or not, who knows…’ Misty planted a tender kiss on Lacy’s nose and reclined on Flaunty’s warm shoulder, sinking in the girl’s long soft hair and feeling how the pegasus filly nuzzled Misty behind the ear. The girls’ hands slid on her skin, stroking and cuddling her tenderly; their legs tangled with Misty’s to feel and keep her presence. In a minute, all four drifted into a deep sleep.