They both leaned down and licked Izzy's plate clean of the bourbon glaze, their tongues touching and dancing together, before doing the same to Sunny's plate.
"I need to go to my room and write in my journal!" Sunny shouted, running from the royal dining room, her tail slapped down low over her rear.
"I need to go to her room and write in my journal!" Izzy shouted, following Sunny , her tail raised high and leaving a trail across the polished stone floors.
Haven leaned on a hoof, one elbow planted on the table, watching them go. "Ah, young lust. I remember being their age, once."
Izzy rested her hoof against the wall and took a deep breath. She still couldn’t believe how fast Sunny could run; it must have been all that rollerskating. For a while, she panted, wincing at the smell of her sweat and arousal. A couple of pegasi looked at her, so she smiled at them sheepishly and trotted up the stairs, trying to catch up with Sunny.
She found her in her chamber. It was a small room at the top of the tower, its balcony providing a great view of Zephyr Heights. When Izzy walked in, Sunny was sitting on her bed, writing something in her journal furiously.
“You okay?” Izzy asked, walking towards her friend. The smell of arousal somehow got even stronger and Izzy started to suspect it wasn’t just her; not even watching the other ponies bathing back home made her smell this much.
“I’m writing,” Sunny replied.
Izzy tilted her head. “I see. What are you writing about?”
Sunny blushed. “Right now, I’m penning a guidebook to horn penetration.”
Izzy raised one eyebrow, backpedalling a bit. “A guidebook to what?”
“Nothing.” Sunny closed her journal. “Don’t you think we kinda left Hitch hanging there?”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Izzy chuckled. “He’s in good hooves, if you know what I mean…”
“Yeah, and that worries me,” Sunny replied. “I mean, don’t you think they added something to the food? He nearly flipped the table with his massive, uhh…”
“Oh, I was just wondering if you noticed.” Izzy nodded with a playful smirk. “Also, you may be onto something. I’m feeling extra horny today.”
Sunny furrowed her eyebrows. “Izzy, you’re always horny. You were born horny, weren’t you?”
“Shame on you, Sunny Starscout,” Izzy said. “Wasn’t it earth ponies who invented that term? Although you’re kinda right.” She leaned closer to Sunny and whispered, “I am always horny.”
“I am right now and that’s a new experience to me,” Sunny said. “It usually happens when I think about Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash too much, but, uhh…” She looked at her journal. “Do you know why I’m writing?”
Izzy shrugged. “You want to discover the joys of horn penetration?”
“Pegasus porn sucks.” Sunny rolled her eyes. “Pipp got me some novel and it’s just fifty pages of detailed wing description before there’s some action.” She pointed at a book in a cheap cover lying on the nightstand. The book title was Captain Spitfire: Wonderbolts Casting Couch.
“I see…” Izzy nodded slowly. “So… horn penetration?”
“Yes, horn penetration,” Sunny replied.
“What’s horn penetration?” Izzy asked.
Sunny gave Izzy a long look of disbelief. “Oh, come on… You’ve never stuck your horn in your seed bin?”
“What?” Izzy asked. “No, I’m not Blossomforth.”
“Who?”
“You’re not the only pony Pipp gives pegasus porn to.” Izzy smiled sheepishly. “Still, I may have stuck my horn in my friend’s hornsleeve…”
Sunny groaned. “You seriously call it ‘hornsleeve’?”
“Why not?” Izzy asked. “Anyway, it’s not like you can do it just like that. There’s a lot of preparation involved.”
Sunny rolled on the bed, resting herself against the pillows. “For example?”
“First rule: tennis ball,” Izzy said. “Or at least a cork. You don’t want to give your special somepony any extra holes.”
“What if you lose the tennis ball?” Sunny asked. “Like, inside?”
Izzy blushed slightly. “Call pone-one-one.”
Sunny nodded. “Did this happen to you?”
Izzy’s blush deepened. “Ye– no! Maybe…”
“I see,” Sunny said. “Tell me more about that.”
Izzy took a deep breath. “So, another important thing you need to know is that food doesn’t go there, so no whipped cream or putting donuts on your horn before doing that, although it’s very funny when you eat donuts off someone’s horn and then they eat donuts off your horn and then you eat each other out and then there’s that fun taste, but generally, as I said, food doesn’t go there, except maybe chocolate, but then you’d better take a shower and go pee, or maybe baked beans, unless it’s beanis, but of course no one had seen those for ages, and you can kinda shower together, assuming your friend doesn’t want to do it with another friend now, though eating so many donuts–”
“Wait, chill out,” Sunny said. “Breathe. What’s a–”
“Ancient, forbidden magic,” Izzy replied. “We may look for it once we’re done here. Anyway, back at home life was kinda boring, so doing fun stuff with your horns was like, the only form of entertainment, although I don’t understand why you are touching yourself when I’m talking.”
“I’m not–” Sunny looked down at her hooves and blushed. “Okay, maybe a little… But you’re dripping like crazy, you know?”
“Well, what can I do about that…” Izzy shrugged.
Sunny threw a pillow at her. “You can sit on it and grind it, kinda. At least here you don’t have to wash the covers before your parents find out.”
Izzy nodded. “So, I rub one off and you rub one off? I have a better idea.”
“That is?”
Izzy smirked. “Sunny Starscout, are you, by any chance, gay?”
Sunny shot Izzy another blank stare. “What?”
“Gay,” Izzy replied. “I’m not really gay, but me and my friends kinda like putting our horns in, as you put it, seed bins. A lot of friendships start with your head between somepony else’s legs.”
“I’m pretty sure that counts as gay,” Sunny said.
“Not when the other girls are watching.” Izzy replied. “I mean, you don’t have to be gay to let me try that with you, but if you are, then that’s even better. Besides, it's hard to do that with a boy. He puts it in you just fine, but then you have to put your horn, umm…”
“Okay, I get it,” Sunny replied. “Also, I feel I’m gay enough for this.”
“The horn thing?” Izzy asked. “But you do this only with someone you really like.”
Sunny’s smile faltered.
Izzy leaned closer to her, rubbing her mane. “I really like you, Sunny Starscout.”
Sunny smirked, but froze when Izzy lowered her head. her horn dangerously close to Sunny’s skin. “Whoa, wait! Are you just gonna stick it in?”
“Maybe?” Izzy shrugged. “At some point it was almost like saying ‘hello’ in my village.”
“This explains many things,” Sunny replied. “Or maybe I’m just scared because back in Maretime Bay ponies would say that unicorns eat earth ponies.”
Izzy furrowed her eyebrows. “What? Nah, you got it all wrong. Eat out, maybe?”
Sunny shuddered in excitement. “You can do that?”
“Now that’d be gay,” Izzy said.
Sunny groaned. “And sticking your horn up my cooch is not?”
“Not quite,” Izzy replied. “Although now that I think about it, I’m a pony girl, you’re a pony girl in a pony world, we’re in bed, high on some fun stuff the crazy pegasus mommy put in our food, and you’re totally ruining the bedsheets with how bad you want me.”
“You’re no better,” Sunny said. “Do you think we can dehydra–” Her voice turned into a moan when Izzy kissed her. She embraced her friend, rolling on the bed with her. Izzy landed on the top of her, pinning her to the mattress.
“We’re on a quest to find magic,” Izzy said. “We can’t dehydrate, that’d be anticlimactic.”
“I’m not sure it works like that,” Sunny replied, moaning when Izzy lowered her head and gave her labia a long lick, circling her tongue around Sunny’s clit. “Hey! What are you doing?”
Izzy looked up at her and licked her lips. “I’m a big, bad unicorn who came to eat pussy and teach poor earth fillies about depravities.”
“So this is how we bring back the harmony between–” Sunny moaned. “Izzy Moonbow, you little–”
“Mhm.” Izzy’s tongue was buried deep in Sunny’s folds, the earth pony’s juices staining her face. “Hmm…”
Sunny shuddered when Izzy’s tongue struck a particularly sensitive spot. She hissed, her hind legs twitching as she wrapped them around Izzy’s neck. Izzy’s tongue touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Sunny closed her eyes, focusing on a pleasant sensation slowly spreading from her crotch.
“Izzy…” Sunny whispered, her legs twitching again, each touch of Izzy’s lips sending a wave of pleasure around her body.
“Hmph,” Izzy muttered.
“What?”
Izzy raised her head. Sunny’s juices were all over her muzzle, matting her fur and slowly dripping down. “I can’t talk, I have a bad case of a vagina to the face,” she said.
Sunny blushed. “Sorry…”
“No problem.” Izzy smiled. “You haven’t gotten laid in a while, have you?”
Sunny raised her eyebrows, her blush deepening. “Is it that obvious?”
Izzy put her hoof on Sunny’s labia and moved it slowly up and down. “You seem like you’re gonna explode any second now. Back home we called it ‘hair-trigger pussy’.”
“What’s a trigger?” Sunny asked.
Izzy shrugged. “Let’s say it’s easy to make magic happen with you. I’ll show you.” She stuck her tongue out and gave Sunny’s pussy a quick lick. “See? You almost jumped out of the bed and made a hole in the ceiling.” Another lick. “Moan all you want, it’s not like someone’s gonna mind.” Another lick; this time Izzy dipped her tongue deeper, her soft breath ruffling Sunny’s delicate fur.
“Oh my…” Sunny hissed when Izzy lips touched her skin, her tongue buried deep in her, pushing all the sensitive spots and nearly setting her body on fire. “Sweet Celestia…”
“Hey, no one called me that before,” Izzy said, her voice muffled. “But okay, let me be your sunhorse today…”
“Don’t stop, I feel I’m gonna–” Sunny’s body twitched, a wave of warmth going up her spine and exploding in her brain. “Oh, fuck…” she whispered, her mind going blank for a moment.
“Now that’s not a word I expected, even though I’m a cunning linguist.” Sharp smell of Sunny’s arousal hit Izzy’s nostrils; she realised that a fresh wave of juices hit her face, narrowly missing the eyes. “Also, did you just come already?”
“Y-yes,” Sunny replied, slowly regaining her senses. She sat on the bed, realising there was a big wet spot on the sheets. Her vision became sharper and the smell was still driving her insane. “What just happened?”
“Earth ponies are prudes, that’s what.” Izzy tackled Sunny and kissed her, hugging her tightly. “How come you don’t cum anytime the wind blows on your tail?”
“I couldn’t really… you know…” Sunny chuckled. “Since I left home, I’m on a bit of a dry spell. Why are you all wet?”
“That’s mostly you.” Izzy said.
“It smells nice.” Sunny kissed her again. They embraced and rolled on the bed, Sunny landing on the top of Izzy. They kissed once more, smiling at each other.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. They froze, looking at the ornate wooden door unsurely. The pony behind it probably took that as ‘come in’, as the door opened.
The pegasus had a lilac coat and striking yellow eyes, one of them a bit lazy. She pushed a cart into the chamber and looked at the bed. She sniffed the air, but her face didn’t show any hint of emotion.
“Room service,” she said in monotone. “I brought you two some refreshments. The queen believes you will need them.”
One of her eyes looked directly at them while the other seemed to look at the mess in the room. Sunny and Izzy couldn’t help but wonder if she was silently judging them.
“If you need fresh bed sheets, just call me,” the mare said, putting a tray on the table. “My name is Smart Hooves.”
“O-okay,” Sunny replied. “Thank you, Smart Hooves.”
“You’re welcome.” Smart Hooves nodded and walked out of the room, pushing her cart.
For a while, Izzy started the door, her mouth agape. “Do you get the feeling something is off here?”
“You just ate me out, nothing is weird to me,” Sunny replied.
“I mean, everyone seems like they run a brothel here as a side job.” Izzy shrugged. “Maybe that’s a local custom.”
“Maybe.” Sunny walked to the tray, her legs slightly shaky. There was a damp spot on her hind legs and her tail was completely soaked. “Hey, smoothies!”
"Smoothies? I like smoothies!" Izzy exclaimed. "I can lick them out of the cup."
"That explains your, uhh… oral skills." Sunny tried the smoothie and winced. "Too much sugar and some artificial flavours. Back home, I used to make better smoothies. All natural ingredients."
"So this is why they didn't kick you out when you said unicorns can't be that bad?" Izzy asked.
Sunny furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay, I'd rather not think that the only reason I wasn't kicked out of Maretime Bay as a heathen were my smoothies. Right now, I have another idea. Izzy, how sensitive is your horn?"
"Uhh, somewhat?" Izzy shrugged. "I mean, I once put it in Thunder Hooves' pussy and she squeezed it so hard that I came, but she's like, big. She crushes watermelons with her thighs and cracks nuts with her vagina."
Sunny raised her eyebrows and winced. "By 'nuts' you mean, like… guy's nuts?"
"Nah, walnuts." Izzy chuckled. "Though we once bought a coconut and made bets whether she could crush it. I always believed in her and I won ten bits."
"Impressive." Sunny nodded. "Can you dip your horn in a smoothie?"
“What?” Izzy asked.
“You mentioned eating donuts off someone’s horn,” Sunny replied. “That’s something similar, I guess.”
Izzy blushed. “I never stuck my horn into a smoothie…”
“But you stuck it in more vaginas than I’ve seen in my life.” Sunny chuckled.
“You’re thinking, like, outside the box unicorns are in.” Izzy looked at the smoothie and dipped her horn in the cup. “There. What now?”
“Lower your head and point your horn towards me.” Sunny licked her lips and embraced the tip of Izzy’s horn with them. Izzy gasped when Sunny gave her horn a long lick, eating the smoothie off of it.
“That feels funny.” Izzy crossed her eyes when Sunny started to lick the base of her horn. “Careful, it’s really sensitive!”
“That’s what I hoped for.” Sunny bobbed her head, sucking on Izzy’s horn. The unicorn moaned, a few drops of liquid dripping down her hind legs. Sunny retreated, focusing on the tip of Izzy’s horn, grabbing it gently with her teeth and poking it with her tongue. Izzy inhaled sharply as Sunny moved forwards, taking almost the entire length of her horn into her mouth.
Izzy shuddered. She grabbed Sunny’s head with her front hooves, causing her to go even further forward. Sunny coughed, choking before retreating.
“Watch out,” Sunny said, taking a sip of the smoothie. “I don’t want to accidentally puke on your face.”
“Yeah, don’t.” Izzy dipped her horn in her smoothie again. Sunny licked her horn again. It had an interesting texture; she’d never felt something like this before. She was sure it also had its own taste, quite a bit different from the taste of the smoothie. Sunny felt a faint note of flowers, cotton candy, and green tea, although she wasn’t sure how this was possible.
“Mmmhm.” Izzy’s legs trembled. Suddenly, Sunny felt a bitter taste in her mouth and her tongue went numb for a moment, as if she licked a battery.
“Oh!” Izzy exclaimed. “Oh shoot…”
“What happened?” Sunny asked, wincing.
“Do you think this lady will be mad that I just came all over the carpet?” Izzy looked back at the growing puddle on the floor. “I was a bit excited and it just flowed out of me…” She blushed.
Sunny shrugged. “Guess it happens often. Also, I just felt something weird. I don’t know… Did your horn do this?”
“Oh, this,” Izzy said. “Sometimes the magic comes back. Not much, really. Half a second for every time you cum. We call it Cadance’s Gift.”
“Who is Cadance?” Sunny asked. “The name rings a bell, but I can’t quite put my hoof on it.”
“You know where you can put your hoof?” Izzy smirked.
“Your pussy?”
“That’s the spirit,” Izzy said. “As for Cadance, she was apparently the Princess of Love. That is, until her daughter broke her heart.”
“Sounds sad.” Sunny sighed. “Can we do something about it?”
“Do some fun horn stuff in her name?”
“Yes.” Sunny turned to Izzy. “Let’s go back to bed. I’d rather not piss off the servants more.”
“I’m sure Smart Hooves had seen worse.” Izzy smirked. “But yeah, it’s gonna be more comfortable.”
Sunny lay down on the bed and spread her hind legs, looking at Izzy. For a moment she only saw the top of her friend’s mane, leaning over her. Then she felt something fuzzy touching her labia. She furrowed her eyebrows.
“Did you put that silly ball on your horn?” she asked.
“Mhm,” Izzy replied. “Safety first.”
“I’m not sure it can fi– Oooh!” Sunny exhaled loudly when the ball slipped past her labia, soaking in her juices. She also felt the texture and hardness of Izzy’s horn penetrating her. There was some strange energy to it; Sunny could swear Izzy was in the middle of another orgasm, as she felt as if lightning bots were running through her pussy.
“It fits,” Izzy said. “I have the best view of your ass possible. I’m in the front row, so to speak.”
“Thanks,” Sunny replied, barely able to concentrate. Izzy’s horn was in her pussy – just thinking about it seemed so wrong that somehow it felt right. Not a long time ago she only heard legends of bloodthirsty unicorns – now she was in bed with one, her horn balls deep in her vagina.
Forehead deep, Sunny corrected herself. Though she definitely felt the tennis ball rubbing the walls of her pussy, she also felt that the saying didn’t quite fit there.
“You’re different,” Izzy said. “It smells differently. And your muscles grip my horn like some kind of vice. Are you training them or what?”
“Only with my hooves,” Sunny blurted out, gasping in pleasure. “As you may see, I’m a bit pent-up.”
“I noticed,” Izzy replied. “If you want to bring back harmony, start with yourself.”
“Are you suggesting I should get laid?” Sunny asked.
“Aren’t you now?” Izzy pushed her horn deeper, the ball now poking at Sunny’s cervix. Sunny moaned, shuddering and embracing Izzy’s head with her hind legs. The very touch of Izzy’s hair on her skin sent waves of pleasure up her spine. Her vision became hazy; she was still winded from her previous orgasm, but this was a whole new experience. The smell of her own arousal hit her nostrils, her senses going into overdrive. She let out a long wail, her muscles contracting around Izzy’s horn.
“This feels nice, huh?”Izzy asked, panting. “I’m about to come myself.”
Sunny squeezed her muscles firmly around Izzy’s horn. Izzy moaned, the smell of her arousal reaching Sunny’s nostrils. Izzy was right: it was different. Sunny couldn’t exactly tell what made it different from her own smell, but it definitely seemed sweeter, a bit more delicate, with a hint of strawberry. Sunny started to wonder if pegasi also smelled differently.
“I got your stuff all over my face!” Izzy exclaimed. “I smell oranges. Oh by Celestia’s magnificent ass, why do I smell oranges?”
“Do you, ugh…” Sunny moaned, as Izzy’s horn brushed her G-spot. “Do you think it’s like wine tasting, but for vaginas?”
“Sounds great.” Izzy moaned, pushing her horn deeper. “We should try Zipp next and then– Oh Cadance!” She moaned again, collapsing on her knees. Her smell was overwhelming; Sunny couldn’t help it. A spark of magic from Izzy’s horn hit her pussy and at this moment she came, her muscles going loose. Soon, however, they spasmed, blood rushing in her veins, filling her mind with pleasure until it went blank. Sunny dropped back on the pillows, Izzy’s horn slipping out of her vagina.
“Whoa…” Izzy whispered. “I think my horn exploded.”
“It’s still there,” Sunny muttered, panting. This orgasm was stronger than anything she’d felt before. Izzy also seemed completely spent, lying limply on the bed, her face right in the stain of Sunny’s juices on the bed sheets.
“Seriously, I feel like The Great and Powerful Trixie when she put her horn in Ursa Major and then it exploded, making her evil. For you, I could become Storm King’s general, Sunny Starscout.”
“I’m pretty sure you got it wrong.” Sunny took a deep breath and tried to raise her hoof. “Well, screw it. I can argue with you after I get a shower, some sleep, and a proper breakfast.”
“Do you want another round in the shower?” Izzy asked. “It’s true what they say about earth ponies…”
“I just want to see if you really smell like strawberries.” Sunny chuckled. “Wait a minute, I have to get up.”
Izzy furrowed her eyebrows, trying to look at her horn. “Wait a second…” She raised her hoof and poked her horn a few times. “I lost the ball!”
“Where?” Sunny asked.
Izzy smiled sheepishly and pointed at Sunny. “There, I guess.”
“OH, COME ON!”
