Eerie's Bog

Manehattan in the wee hours of the morning felt like a totally different city. The streets were always mostly barren with the exception of the various shop keepers and business owners opening up their stores and getting ready for the busy day of sales ahead.

In the center of town laid the cities renowned public park, full of lush trees, babbling brooks and wildlife. It was nearly as vacant as the rest of the city, save for a few early bird joggers, including one perky kirin and one foul mouthed, sweaty bat pony.

"*Hah*...*Hah*...stupid...lanky...unicorn....bitch!"

"Steady your breathing, Eerie, or you're going to cramp up."

"I'm...*huff*...trying!"

"And quit landing so hard on your hooves. You're gonna give yourself shin splints."

The orange kirin, Yoga Flame chided her night dwelling marefriend Eerie Shrine on her bad form while maintaining her own gallop. She had agreed to help Eerie start exercising and get into better shape, despite insisting that she looked as sexy as ever. Yoga took no issue with Eerie wanting to make an effort to take better care of herself, though she did wish it had come from a place of good health instead of spite. One too many comments about her supposed weight gain from their trash-talking unicorn coworker, one Peach Melba, had seemed to finally strike a nerve. Of course Eerie could dish it right back out and then some. However something about the last exchange of insults seemed to whittle away at some buried insecurity. It amazed Yoga what thin hides the two frenemies had, regardless of how much smack they liked to talk to one another.

That underlying sensitivity coupled with the thestrals fiery anger had resulted in her and Yoga's current predicament, with Eerie herself already drenched and gasping for air after a scant two minute jog.

"*Hahh...huff...huff...* can't...no more...*huff*... too...too damn hot...*huff*" Eerie huffed and puffed, taking in as much air as she could with each breath.

"The sun isn't even all the way out yet, Eerie. It's still relatively cool out." said Yoga.

"It's almost triple digit heat and the sun's not even up! Not everypony is half furnace, Flamey."

"You seem to do just fine snuggling up with me at home."

"You're also why the thermostat stays on the lowest setting"

Yoga chuckled at her bat pony's qualms. "What would you do if we lived back in my village? All you'd have is a lake and some shade to cool off with."

"I hope you'd be willing to shack up with a bald mare then, 'cause I'd be going furless." Eerie said smirking. Yoga guffawed at the mental picture of her marefriend totally hairless, and Eerie joined, her chuckling still a little winded.

"Well I think you've had enough of a break. Are you ready to go again?"

Eerie's laughter died off, her mirth giving way to dread.

"Hey, come on now, don't give me that look. This was all your idea in the first place."

"Can we at least get rid of these stupid clothes?" Eerie said as she gestured at her and Yoga's outfits. "Why do ponies even wear this crap to work out in? Is fur and summertime together not torture enough?"

Both mares dawned a pair of form fitting running shorts, as well as sweatbands around their heads and hooves. Yoga hoof picked them out herself one day in preparation for their new routine.

"It's customary, Eerie. Besides, look how good you look! "Yoga answered as she trotted around her. The kirin traced her eyes up and down her bat pony, taking special notice of her rump. The pair of shorts clung to her butt so snuggly that not only was her crack heavily emphasized, but the outline of her marebits were visibly pronounced. And with all the sweat running down her haunches, Eerie was looking like an irresistibly soggy snack.

"Now get ready. You said you wanted at least a ten minute gallop and you still have eight more to go."

Eerie groaned, but got into position with Yoga to start again. As Yoga was just about to count them down, somepony from behind called out to Eerie.

"Hey, Eerie! Eerie Shrine, is that you?"

Eerie and Yoga turned to see what could've been mistaken for the kirin's bat pony twin. Much like the afore mentioned kirin, the mare walking up to them sported a fiery red mane and a vibrant orange coat, the only outliers being her deep, red eyes, ear piercings and a pink triple X cutie mark. Her colors were unlike any of the other leather winged ponies Yoga had seen around the city. She looked over at Eerie and saw her stunned expression, as though she were looking at a ghost from her past. The strange mare called out to her again, trotting hastily towards her before wrapping her up in a sudden wing hug.

"Oh it is you!" the mare said joyously. "Stars above, it's been forever!"

Returning the wing hug, Eerie eventually responded. "Hey Neon, heh, it's good to see you too. It's only been a couple years."

"Too long, Eerie!" Neon said as she squeezed tighter. "Everypony back at Hollow Shades said you moved out east to become a hooker."

"MODEL. I'M A MODEL FOR AN ADULT MAGAZINE." Eerie stated fiercely.

"You get paid to bang ponies?" Neon asked.

"I mean, yeah, but..." Eerie said, much more quietly this time, glancing around for passers by.

"Eh. Mango mongo if you ask me." the orange thestral stated simply.

"I take it you two know each other?" Yoga asked with amusement as she looked at her frustrated companion.

Prying herself from Neon's grip, Eerie looked back at Yoga. "She's an old friend from home. Yoga, this is Neon Lights. Neon, this my marefriend, Yoga Flame."

As Yoga went to extend a leg for a hoof bump, Neon closed the gap and embraced her with a wing hug much like she had Eerie.

"Oh! Hehehe. It's a pleasure, Neon." Yoga chuckled.

Eerie gave a sheepish grin. "Uh-heh. You'll have to forgive her. She's a hugger."

"I've never seen a pony like you before. Your mane is so soft!" Neon said with a nuzzle.

"A kirin, actually. And thank you hon. I can't say I've ever met a bat pony like yourself either. You're very...colorful, if you don't mind me saying."

"Not at all! I get that a lot around here. I'm a day-glow!"

Yoga cocked her head and an eyebrow in confusion. Eerie expanded on the claim.

"It's sort of a rare trait with us bat ponies. It usually means there's one of the three major pony tribes somewhere in the family tree, and once in a blue moon you get a mare like Neon." Eerie paused for a moment, scratching at her scalp with a wing claw in thought before continuing. "But I'm pretty sure her family is straight thestral going all the way back, sooo she's kind of an anomaly. Either way, we call 'em day-glow's back home because...well, that should be obvious."

"Nuh-uh. Why's it obvious, Eerie?" Neon asked with feigned ignorance, to which Eerie rolled her eyes in return.

"Because you glow like the friggin' sun, dingbat."

"And you're still the same grouchy grump I remember!" Neon said as she moved in to glomp the grey bat once more. "*Snfffff*...Hmmm. And you still smell nice too~"

That got the heat surging back to Eerie's cheeks.

"Oh? I didn't realize you felt so strongly about bright colors, Eerie." Yoga added facetiously. "I rather like her look. Reminds you of somepony, wouldn't you say?" Eerie struggled to answer, still being embraced by her affectionate old friend.

"What in Equestria are you doing out here in Manehattan anyway?" Eerie asked, quickly changing the subject.

"All the cool stores, duh!" Neon answered enthusiastically. "Oh! There's this one bookstore I found on my last visit too. I think you'd really like it!"

Given the kind of mare she knew Neon could be, Eerie had a sneaking suspicion she knew very well what store her fellow thestral was speaking of.

Looking toward the sky Yoga noticed the sunrise peaking out. Not wanting to subject Eerie further to the ever intensifying heat, she cut back to the chase.

"All good fun aside, Eerie, I think we should finish up here before the day dishes out more than you can handle. Neon, you're more than welcome to join us if you'd like. I'm sure Eerie would love to catch up, and I'd love to learn more about you."

With foalish delight Neon bounced in place and nodded her head, whilst Eerie groaned at the thought of the impending cardiac toil.

"No whining, hon. The sooner we get finished, the sooner we can go grab a bite to eat. I'm also staying behind you to make sure you keep proper form."

"Fine, whatever. Let's get my bad idea over with."

"Nothing bad about staying healthy. Now, on three."

"One."

"Two."

"THREE!" the trio shouted in unison.

All three mares broke into a brisk gallop, with Eerie out in front and the other two tailing behind like a pair of hooved fireballs. It didn't take long before Yoga and Neon heard the labored panting of the winded pony ahead of them as they both traded off shouting words of encouragement at her.

As the seemingly eternal seconds ticked by, Eerie was soon coated in fresh layer of sweat, lathering her coat on top of the previous one. Being down wind of Eerie, the accompanying thestral and kirin couldn't help but notice the powerful aroma emanating from her. It eventually got Yoga to stop her cheering, using most of her focus to keep her composure.

"*Hah*...hehe...this may be too much info...*hah*...but Eerie can be rather fragrant, wouldn't you say?" Yoga joked to her newly acquired running partner. She looked over at Neon, only to see her transfixed on the backside of their friend ahead. It could have just been the sweat running, but Yoga could swear she was drooling. Neon inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent she and Yoga ran against.

"*Hah*...It's been...*huff*...so long since I've sniffed that side of her." Neon said with need through her panting. "And listen. Can you hear that?".

Yoga perked her ears up. She immediately caught what Neon was hinting at. Both mares could hear the sticky, wet sloshing of Eerie's sweaty ass crack, and the sliding of her spats slipping up and down her cheeks as her hind hooves alternated with her gallop.

*Shlp shlp shlp shlp*

It wasn't long before both Yoga and Neon stared down the sweaty rump in front of them like two equines starved for nourishment, and as the smell coming off the kirin's marefriend intensified, so did her desire to be immersed in it.

"*Hah...hah...* you're a lucky mare, Yoga. I remember like it was yesterday what it's like to be snout deep in her tushy." Neon said playfully. "We were never really an item...*huff*...but she could be a snuggler. And sometimes we'd get...*hah*..extra snuggly...*hah*...heheh."

Yoga giggled in agreement. She knew first hoof just how lucky she was when she was with Eerie. Sure, the short fused mare could be a grouch. But at her core Eerie was the biggest sweetheart in Equestria to her. Not to mention delightfully kinky in the bedroom and in front of the camera. Yoga felt like she hit the jackpot when she stole the gruff mare's heart.

But the lovey dovey stuff was not at the forefront of Yoga's mind.

That ass was.

That ass which was positively saturating Neon and herself in pheromones and musk. The scent growing so thick that every inhalation was making her mouth water more and more. Yoga was typically the cooler head of the pair, but she knew if she had endure her love's aroma at this strength much longer, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from taking her down to the ground and eating her out on the spot.

Shaking her head back to her senses, Yoga turned to see how Neon was holding up. Sure enough, she looked like she was feeling the same. As all three mares came up on a turn in the track, Yoga spotted the parks public restrooms. A light bulb went off in her head.

"*Huff*...Say, Neon...*hah*...I don't usually suggest this...*Hah*...with ponies I'm serious with. But do you want to...go halfsies on Eerie...*hah*...for today?" Yoga asked, gesturing with her head to the direction of the restrooms.

Neon looked at her confuzzled before Yoga's offer sunk in, followed by an excited gasp and another happy nod. With determination and desire in their eyes, the horny orange mares sped up their gallop and took to either side of their target.

"YOGA I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE!!!" Eerie screamed. Her legs ached and her lungs burned. Her eyes were blurry and stung from the sweat running into them. Just as she thought she was about to drop, Eerie was sandwiched between two warm bodies that she could only assume were Yoga and Neon. "*HAH...HUFF...* WHAT'S...GOING...*HAH*...ON?!"

The mares on a mission said nothing as they guided Eerie to the direction of the bathrooms. The trio burst through the entrance and straight into the first stall they saw, slamming the door behind them and throwing down the lock. Eerie looked as pissed as she did confused after being crammed into a cramped stall and plopped down on a dirty toilet. Still exasperated from the run, she panted heavily, staring down her two 'captors'.

Before she could even gather the breath to ask what in Tartarus these two were doing, Yoga came forth and shoved her muzzle into the crook of Eerie's neck and sucked hard through her nostrils the pure, unfiltered redolence that her love was swimming in. With a guttural moan of lust, Yoga's tongue slid out and slowly, almost gruelingly dragged it up her neck. Upward she worked, all the way to Eerie's cheek and not stopping until she reached her mare's mouth. Yoga brought her hoof behind her love's head, and with desperate force brought their lips together, the two tendrils of flesh entwined in the moisture Yoga had lapped up along the way. Too soon for the thestral's liking the kirin pulled away, their lips wet with sweat and saliva.

"Babe. Turn around. Now."

Eerie gulped anxiously, and did as Yoga told her, planting her hooves on the toilet seat and sticking her butt in Yoga's face. Barely an inch away from her was the object of her desire. The smell seeping through Eerie's shorts had intensified something fierce at this point. From behind Yoga picked up a small whimper, and looked to see Neon looking very left out. Yoga waved her over with a hoof, to which the bright orange bat budded up next to her. Both mares gazed at the plump, moist ass.

"How long's it been, dear?" Yoga asked sensually, their own soaked coats rubbing against each other.

"T-Two years or something. But it feels like forever ago..." Neon answered.

"Well...don't just sit there then. Dig in."

Neon needed no further permission, and practically slammed her face into the ass crack of Eerie's shorts, nose landing firmly against her asshole. The grey bat pony let out a startled yelp from the sudden faceplant into her butt, and yipped yet again as a set of hooves wrapped around her thighs and yanked her further against the needy snout.

*Snnnnnnnfff...snf snf snf...hahhh...snfffff*

The bitter odor filled Neon's lungs, stinging her nasal passages. Condensed was the overpowering feminine smells that had accumulated in the skin tight garment that stuck to Eerie's backside. Neon's nose dug and twisted, not being able to dig herself into the salacious stench nearly deep enough. The fur on her snout was quickly soaked in the built-up lather, staining her with the unmistakable bestial musk. The orange mare was quickly lost to her hormones, the pheromonal mixture of tart pussy and sour pucker having melded together from the run prior. She pulled back for only a moment to give herself some oxygen, before she dove back in and repeated the process.

Yoga had seen enough. As fun as it was to watch, it was time for Neon to share.

Yoga gave Neon a firm hip check before planting herself right beside her, the kirin's own sweat-soaked rump hitting the tile with a wet splat. Though Neon was a little startled from the sudden budging, she did well to keep her snout nestled in Eerie's crevice. As soon as Yoga had plopped her own rump down on the dirty tile, so did her snout join Neon's in burrowing into Eerie's ass. Pretty soon the near dead silence of the stuffy bathroom was filled sharp inhales of breath and sighs of delectation.

*SNNNFFFF*..."Ahhh. You're so selfish, Eerie." Yoga spoke between sniffs. "I can't believe you'd try to take even a single inch of this wonderful ass from me."

Eerie all the while had been deathly quiet save for her labored breathing. Not five minutes ago she was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, and now she was draped over a toilet bowl with a pair of greedy muzzles sucking down her funk. The relentless noses vigorously wriggling between her cheeks made her whole body quake. Dueling snouts fought for the coveted orifice that was her musky pucker. While the whole situation was impromptu, it certainly beat running her teats off, and having two ponies fight over who gets to sniff her butthole was nothing short of exhilarating.

Yoga and Neon gradually began losing steam. While having considerably better lung capacity then the mare they were worshipping, even they had become winded from all the heavy breathing. They both slumped forward, their heads propped up by Eerie's meaty buns. Cheeks resting upon cheeks, the pair locked eyes, their panted breaths washing over each others damp faces. Yoga spoke first.

"*Hah...hah*...So...as good as you remember?"

"Even...*huff*...better"

The drunken grins of satisfaction said more than anything. While neither had really gotten off yet, their was something to appreciate about Eerie's pungency alone. As she felt the slimy perspiration roll down her face, another, even raunchier idea went off in Yoga's head.

"I don't know about you, Neon, but I could use a drink." Yoga said, her smile tinged with a hint of wickedness. "Eerie hon, lift your ass up if you're still alive."

Weakly, the grey flanks rose up, barely separating from the seat. Yoga's horn glowed with blue magic and enveloped Eerie's spats in her telekinesis. Slowly, the sportswear was peeled away from Eerie's sweaty flanks, the sound of wet fabric separating from clammy fur audible. When the drenched shorts were pulled down past her haunches, the aromatic mare's lecherous reek intensified, her swampy ass and pussy now exposed to the open air. Eerie's supple rump shined with the glaze that it had been marinating in under the fluorescent light. When the soiled bottoms were finally free from Eerie's hind legs, Yoga stuffed her snout into them for one more huff of concentrated mare stink.

After getting her fill, she levitated the sodden shorts over Neon and herself. The kirin locked a hoof around her new acquaintance and pulled her close.

"Hope you're thirsty."

Yoga closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, tongue sticking out at the ready. Neon looked up at the floating pair of running shorts. They began to twist, and as they did, all the sweat and moisture that the garment had sponged up was wrung out. Neon quickly caught on and mirrored Yoga, mouth agape and tongue out just as the salty liquids began to flow.

A bottomless Eerie had flipped back over, and watched transfixed as her old pal and her marefriend drank up the salty liquid being squeezed out of her spats. The tiny stall filled with the sounds of soggy squelching fabric, wet splattering and exaggerated gulping. So much sweat rained from the sullied shorts that both Yoga and Neon's faces were soaked, their fur matted down and reeking of musky mare bits, catching what nectar that landed in their mouths and swallowing greedily.

After a while the downpour had slowed to a trickle. Not having gotten her fill, Yoga cut off her magic, letting the damp shorts fall into her still open mouth. She clenched her jaw down on the crotch of them and immediately began to suck out what leftover juices there were.

*Shlllp* Shlllllp*

"H-Hey! Don't hog it all!" Neon cried. The orange bat mare lunged her head at the wad of fabric sticking out of Yoga's muzzle, biting down, latching on and sucking as hard as she could. The two sets of lips grazed each other as tongues lapped at the soiled material. Their eyes locked to one another's in a fierce duel between who could sap up what little grime was left. Hot breath washed over sopping wet faces as the heated struggle waged. The small restroom stall was brimming with the stench of three sweaty, horny mares.

Eerie had seen more than enough to really get her blood pumping, one hoof vigorously stroking up and down her pussy and the other playing with her teats. Watching her companions tug, suck and slurp on her nasty-ass shorts was driving her mad.

Too soon for the all the mare's liking, the sodden shorts eventually ran dry. Yoga spit out the drained garb and stood up, her magic reigniting and yanking down her own shorts, letting her musty ass and pussy breathe. Neon let Eerie's pair fall to the ground when she caught Yoga's scent in the air. It was new, spicier, and very appetizing.

Yoga dragged the ass of her bottoms underneath her snout, getting a good whiff of herself and sending a visible chill through her body. Hungry for more, she popped soiled clothing into her mouth and clamped down, juice seeping out from the pressure. Yoga's coo of pleasure was muffled by the garment as her own rich flavor hit her taste buds. Meanwhile, Neon was steadily getting to her hooves, slowly rising to meet the kirin as though a magnetic force was pulling her towards her.

*Squish*

Eyes fluttering back open, Yoga saw Neon face to face with her again. However this time, instead of tugging and pulling at the fabric, Neon was fervently pushing in, desperately trying to get their lips to meet around her attire. The day-glow thestral's tongue warred through the spandex material, seeking out the exotic creature's own. Yoga met her halfway, and the two heat-seeking appendages collided with nothing but a thin wall of fabric between them.

Eerie's masturbation hit a fever pitch as she watched Yoga and Neon make out with the kirin's gross shorts, and soon she hit her peak, squirting her companions with marecum as she bit her free hoof to stifle her cries of pleasure. Neon and Yoga locked forelegs around each other, mashing their muzzles together as they showered in Eerie's cum. The grey bat slunk back exhausted, nearly dehydrated from the excreted fluids, sliding off the toilet and onto the floor.

The make out session between the orange mares had also reached it's climax. Hooves snaked between hindlegs, Yoga and Neon working each others clits as their tongues continued to twirl. Lying on the floor they humped and ground into one another, until they found their own squirting orgasms warming each others thighs. They groaned into their makeshift gag and breathed deep again, lungs filling to the brim with erotic smells.

The air was foggy and still, no sound to be heard except that of shallow breathing. The floored mares spit the garment to the side, allowing themselves to breath unobstructed. Neon clung to the kirin tightly, not wanting let go of her new friend. Yoga giggled weakly.

"Hah..hehe. Say, Neon. I don't think we should leave Eerie out our little cuddle puddle. Why don't we go clean her up? In fact, you can have first dibs"

Neon added. "I'll take care of her if you'll take care of me~." she sang

The orange bat's suggestion gave Yoga one more idea.

After a bit of fumbling around in the cramped stall, all three mares were butt to snout. Yoga was sat down on her marefriends face, resting her full weight on the fanged muzzle while Eerie lovingly cleaned her holes. Neon was face down in Eerie's nethers, while her own ass was raised up and tended to by Yoga. Every pony and kirin had a set of of holes to enjoy while their own bits were pampered.

Eerie was in bliss. Being able to savor the spicy flavor of Yoga while breathing deep the scent of her tangy asshole was never unwelcome, and was always made better when those plump cheeks rested heavily on her. Her long tongue corkscrewed upwards, lapping up every drop of arousal while the kirin's taught pucker flexed and winked against her snout. It was a much welcomed bonus to have her old friend back between her legs like the old days, Neon's tongue wriggling around her marehood and pucker just like she remembered.

Yoga was in similarly heavenly state, being able to rest her plump tush on her favorite seat. That was enhanced by the almost citrus like taste and smell she indulged in provided by Neon. The vibrant thestral would occasionally give her butt a little shake, grinding her rump into the scaly snout. Yoga dug her nose into Neon's butthole, huffing loudly and getting her fill of the new, lewd scent.

Neon herself was overjoyed. She kept repeating in her head how it had been so long since she had gotten to enjoy this side of Eerie. She smelled and tasted better than she remembered. At the same time it made her feel nostalgic in a way. The naughty scents and familiar taste elicited a moan not just of pleasure but of content. Every time Eerie winked her anus the wrinkles would brush lightly against Neon's snout, making her giggle. She felt like she could live with her muzzle stuck up Eerie's butt.

Tongues lashed, lapped and drilled into quivering caverns. Marehood folds were licked clean of any and all love juice that leaked out, while wrinkly ponut flesh was sucked and prodded until void of any trace of it's natural, musky secretions. The mares writhed and basked in the mix of each others essence, marked. Stained in one another's lust. Time was lost to the overindulgent feast of carnality.

Soon, after so much oral attention to the three humid, horny crevasses, the trio's mutual climaxes flared up again, re-washing their snouts in fresh cum. By the end of their morning, they all reeked to the high heavens of each others collective juices. Eerie was all but unconscious on the ground, Neon had dropped her rump using Eerie's belly as a cushion, and Yoga had collapsed onto Neon's back, all laying down in an exhausted but satisfied pile.

"Hey Yoga?" Eerie said weakly.

"Hmm? Yeah hon?"

"Why don't we just like, fuck more? Running sucks."

Yoga snorted and broke out into laughing. "I don't think that it works the same way, dear. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try it."

A glisten of light caught the kirin's eye. Glancing over she saw the grimey toilet seat covered in a sheen of Eerie's sweat. Not being a mare to let any delicacy go to waste, she lifted her self off the mares beneath her and locked a hoof around a barely conscious Neon, bringing her with her. The orange bat looked at Yoga puzzled, as the latter stared down at the porcelain seat her hooves rested on. Not only covered in Eerie's perspiration, but a myriad of sticky, yellowish stains from uncountable other visitors.

"We shouldn't let any go to waste, dear." Yoga said as she dipped her head down, and dragged her tongue along the slick, salty surface. She let out a soft moan as the mix of flavors bombarded her tongue.

"Oh, Eerie. You found a keeper..." the breathless thestral said in a whisper.

The sight of Yoga lapping up the filthy toilet seat was all the invitation she needed to join her, bleping out her own tongue and mopping up Eerie's sweat along side her. They scooped up every drop where Eerie's plump, humid ass had sat, making sure to go over every inch.

The two eventually met in the middle, mouths full of grime and filth. They both reached a similar conclusion, and let their lips come together over the bowl, their tongues entwined for the first time without a pair of shorts in the way. The collected scum mixed with their saliva, sloshing around their mouths and overwhelming their taste buds. When they broke away, both swallowed their mouthfuls with loud gulps, licking their lips for any leftovers.

Eerie herself didn't dare move and clenched her eyes shut. She was certain she was fresh out of bodily fluids, and that if she watched her two companions slurp her swamp off a public toilet, her next orgasm would be her doom.

"Alright. That's enough. Let's leave. We all stink to damn good and I can't take any more of this. I swear you two are plotting to give me a heart attack." The purple thestral growled.

With great effort the mares dragged themselves out of the bathroom and exited back to the park, dirty shorts returned back to their respective plots. The sun had fully risen during their break, and the summer heat was reaching it's full intensity.

"You know what? We're done running anyway. I'm not galloping one more hoof with that awful star in the sky." Eerie said as she baked under the rays of heat. Neon nodded in agreement. While she seemed to handle the heat better than the average thestral, it was still in her nature to be out and about at night, and the pair of bats were already sweating again.

"I think we should grab a smoothie! I need a cold treat after that!" Neon chirped.

"Yeah if I don't get a real drink in me soon I think I might actually die." added Eerie. Of all three mares, she had easily expelled the most fluids that morning, and she could feel the dehydration getting to her.

"How about this?" Yoga suggested. "We stop and get refreshments on our way home, and then we freshen up ourselves? Neon, you're more than welcome to join us. I'd ~love~ to get to know you better and I'm sure Eerie here wouldn't mind, catching up."

Yoga's suggestion was tinged with sensual implication. Neon bounced in place with enthusiasm while Eerie shuffled her back legs, anticipating how much more interesting their day was going to get. The trio set off to the nearest smoothie shop to restore some much needed nutrients, leaving behind them an invisible, potent vapor trail of their bathroom tryst.