Insomnia Most Pleasantby publiqChaptersPulling The LoadZipp's Sneaky ShowerFit Right InPulling The LoadFour phony protrusions sat on the drying rack as the super glue took its sweet time to cure. By sunrise, they will have hardened into properly bony illusions. The negotiations went smoothly. The royal pegasisters will share the sofa and comfort each other with hopeful lies over their mother's fate. Hitch, appropriately enough, would get the stallion stall once it was cleaned out. Sunny would take the far end of Izzy’s bed, which supposedly was “big enough for all of us if we were willing to cuddle.” “Girls,” Izzy’s voice spoke out, “let’s help Hitch clean the stall I’ve used as my closet.” She specified, “Sunny and Zipp, help me pull,” as she grabbed a trio of rope harnesses. “Pipp, I need you to spot us and check alignments while Hitch pushes.” Sunny and Zipp assembled themselves to flank Izzy’s sides while Pipp cantered up the stairs onto the interior balcony for a pegasus view. Hitch made his way through the clearing and braced himself between the far wall and the contraption of hardwood and heavy metal. “Just what is this thing?” he asked. Izzy proudly shook her shoulders between her new friends, “Industrial sewing machine.” Everypony rolled their eyes and soon prepared themselves to pull (or, in the case of Hitch, push). As the ropes grew taught, Sunny found herself rubbing shoulders with Izzy the same way that she would flirt with Hitch. If she pressed herself directly into Izzy after they finished the pull, would Izzy feel the same way? Would she gently diffuse the moment like Hitch? Why am I feeling this way about a mare? Or somepony at all who isn’t Hitch? she thought. It must be from our anticipatory snorting into the same pool of air, she continued her attempt at reason. “Ready…” Izzy’s voice broke Sunny free of her romantic ruminations as Sunny felt Izzy’s shoulder tense up next to her own tense shoulder. “Pull!” Three mares strained on the wooden floor as Hitch attempted to push them forward. “STOP!” Everypony relaxed and stared at Zipp. “I need to trade places with Izzy,” she said. “You just want the best spot, don’t you?” Izzy teased. “I, I should have caught that,” called a soft overhead voice. Pipp continued, “I’m usually the star, not the spotter.” A confused silence followed. “Even though we cannot fly, our bodies are still adapted for flight,” Zipp attempted to explain. The room remained equally quiet at the unsuccessful explanation. Zipp hesitated while she ran the numbers. Were these new friends truly trustworthy? More pressingly, if they told the truth to one of their friends, would it spread and be used to harm the pegasi? “Are you? Are you okay?” Izzy nuzzled Zipp cheek-to-cheek. Zipp gently exhaled into Izzy’s nostrils before she finished her explanation. “Don’t tell anypony this until all our breeds can peacefully live amongst each other,” she prefaced. “The hind legs of a pegasus are extremely weak to torsion. The old books say that the bones are hollow to save on weight. Our front legs have extra-dense bones to support the added weight of wing muscles when we gallop on the ground.” “So if we’re pulling three abreast—especially on this wood—we mares with solid bones back there need to steer,” said Sunny. Two pegasus mouths hung open in surprise at an earth pony independently piecing together the next part of secret pegasus anatomical knowledge. “Trust me, Sunny knows far more than just two things about pulling heavy loads,” Hitch said with a shrug. With that settled, Izzy switched harnesses with Zipp; the three mares again readied themselves to pull. Sunny then noticed the difference in the feel of feathers on fur. Unlike Izzy’s or Hitch’s coats constantly brushing against her own, it felt like the wind was pressing against her side with the force of a muscular mare without disturbing her mane when Zipp moved a millimeter ahead of Sunny. When Sunny stepped forward, Zipp’s wing ensnared the tips of the hairs of her hide all along her left side, pulling them back. As they made slow progress, Sunny wondered what Izzy would taste in Zipp’s luminescence. Wintergreen? Peppermint? Ice crush? Mountain X Stream Blast? The cleared closet reverted to its original purpose; Izzy gave some final bedtime instructions to her gathered guests. “If you need a shower, the bathroom with the working shower is the door immediately to your left as you step into my bedroom. Zipp, you should have no problem sneaking in without waking me if you need it overnight. If any of you get hungry for a nighttime snack, please help yourself to the overgrown grazing patch out back. It’s built to feed four but I—” her ears flattened and voice dropped “—live alone.” The ponies grabbed their respective saddlebags and began to make their way to their respective sleeping quarters. Hitch closed the bottom half of the door to his stall to keep watch over the pegasi for intruders. The royal sisters made their way to the sofa, placed their bags down, and used each other as a pillow. Sunny followed Izzy up the stairs to the mystery door. Inside was not a bedroom. Rather, Izzy’s suite contained a full studio apartment. Yes, the bed truly could fit the four mares—probably Hitch, too, if they all cuddled. However, the second table with an unused tea set as well as the sink under the window opposite the bed caught Sunny’s eye. Sunny looked over to Izzy, then back to the tea set, and hugged her neck around Izzy’s. Izzy froze, returned the embrace, and cautiously nibbled at Sunny’s withers. Meaning and intent were plain for anypony, should the walls have turned transparent, to see once Sunny returned the favor. Seconds passed in appreciative silence. “Would you like some bedtime tea?” Asked Izzy. “Do, do you have something to calm me down? Pulling that sewing machine worked me up.” Izzy reared and opened cabinets to either side of the sink. Zipp's Sneaky ShowerThe pre-dawn avian chorus arrived early. Much too early. Species? Love birds, all female. Silly birds, you won’t make any eggs that way. I guess I’m awake. When you’re the crown princess pegasus, heavy sleep is for those afternoons where you can sneak away without somepony tracking you down so you can make your next appearance. Add in sleeping on the sofa of the enemy new friend and being sore: it’s a recipe for insomnia. Once again, a rude reminder that flight and pulling are different exercises, even when they overlap the same muscles. Actually, it was only two lovebirds making horse noises. Nickers, moans, and snorts. All too real to be birds. All too— Gross! Could they not have the decency to wait until I’ve returned to Zephyr Heights? Know what else is gross? The humidity I feel on my dock. Oh no. I hope it’s nothing. Pipp does not need to smell me like this. Standing up, I feel the sofa where I slept. Good: nothing to report. Those two mares infected my dreams and put me in heat. Where is Hitch? I peer into the darkness of the empty stallion stall. No Hitch in sight, unless… No, he had not laid down and got himself cast. No heroic rescue by pegasi. He was not there at all. What else to do but pace a circle while I weigh my options? “Zipp?” Did somepony call for me? My ears scan in all directions to hear, “Zipp, where are you?” That’s a feminine voice, not Hitch mirroring my feelings. “Zipp?” My sister, not my new friends (too low in pitch—“contralto,” as she’d call it). Birds? Did they wake her, too? “There you are. I need a hug and earplugs.” Hug? Easy enough. Two steps forward, I lower my neck to rub against her mane. Even she understood not to dispute affection when she’d have to remake her mane in the morning anyway. “Standing hug?” she asks. “Always,” I reply as I stretch my wings forward while she stood up and interlocked her feathers with mine. Oh! My mind went blank for a moment, there. A time-skip of sisterly silence. That’s as close to sleep as I’ll get until those two upstairs finish. “I needed that. Had a dream the bravest guards were sent to drag us back. I’m too pretty to jail.” Still my sister, even in these trying times. “What got you out of bed?” “Same reason you requested earplugs, I assume.” Even in the dark, pinned ears are unmistakable. Very much my sister. “Don’t you normally carry your performance IEMs in your saddlebags?” I ask, hoping to prompt her into common sense. “With noise canceling on, I don’t think they’ll last the night. Remember how I barely escaped with my life? No time to recharge.” Snort. Dramatic, isn’t she? Wait. What if she’s right? Would our fellow pegasi be so quick to embrace regicide and republicanism? Were the unicorns right about our subjects being brutes? If they were, that makes me the queen of our government-of-two-in-exile. The least I can do is be the unflappable head of state Pipp so desperately needs and make a filly to claim legitimacy through continuity. Biology waits for no mare, even when on the run. “Pipp, I doubt they’ll go all all night. You just need a couple of hours. Surely—” Beep. “Yes, that’s enough battery.” Pipp breaks the hug with that announcement. “So, what are your plans to handle the noise?” Asking the intrusive sisterly questions. Intentionality? For her? Only Mom knows. “Go somewhere quiet. Hitch must have run off. I need to find him and ensure he hasn’t walked somewhere so quiet it’s full of paranoid unicorns.” No dice. Pipp’s Flehmen made her lack of belief readily apparent. “You know the rules”—if it were not so dark the gleam in her eyes would penetrate—“just as well as I. If you make a filly while Mom is still alive without securing an alliance with her sire—” Don’t you say it! “—that means I get to be queen! Imagine that, Queen Pipp!” At least her wing flaps make for a nice breeze. I still have my diplomatic sneak to improve. “That’s still even odds we have a practice run and produce a colt.” “I’ll take those. ‘Greetings, Pippsqueaks! Gaze upon me, your new queen!’” “I’m going upstairs to enjoy a cold shower. Good luck sleeping without me as your pillow.” I trot away from my sister’s rare moments of insight and up the ramp. Her recitation of succession rules implied her optimism about our legitimacy upon our return. Pretty sneaky when I want to be? Now is the time to use this skill when opening the door. Inside. Immediately to the left? Izzy’s words internally echoed. Pause. Has anypony noticed me? Well, she did mention I’d have no problems sneaking in. Perhaps she was right about that. To the left stood the open door to the promised bathroom. Some closed closet to my right—difficult to see in this dark. Ahead, the soft remnants of a bedside light spilled just enough to see that there was a light on. The expected loving sounds were quite muted compared to downstairs. “Careful where you point that thing!” Except for that one. Tea? Horny mares in the throes of passion, and the first smell is tea? Something isn’t right. Flehmen time with a raised neck to get wider coverage. There it is: horny mares in your area, as they say. A reminder tugged at my coat as it dribbled down my leg. Three. Three horny mares in this area. Cold shower time. Door shut, light on. Strange design. Separate bath and shower. Just who built this place? From the shower, splash of strange color on the bath wall. Flick, flick. No sounds but muffled lovemaking and a faint fan. Pulling back the curtain, it will be a hot shower tonight. Very hot. Steamy and sensual, if I can reach. Just the right height to pretend it’s Hitch. Or for a tall mare like Izzy. Perfect positioning for the showerhead, too. Traditional style plumbing in here (contrast the full-coverage rain in the dedicated shower stall). A body part much farther back than my ears flicked. Good, a pair of steps. The logistics might work this time. Nope. Not unless I want it in the ponut. Not that I’d say no if it were Hitch wanting his reward after licking me blissful, but well-crafted rubber is not a stallion. Suction cup disengage! Try again but lower (not so much lower that I’d need to butt lower). Back in; it’s a direct hit. Wink, wink. This time the heat slickness running down my leg makes me blush. I am a horny mare. I am in heat. It’ll wash away soon enough. I will enjoy myself and turn the water on. Oh, the water is nice and muffling. Comforting on my muscles, too. How do I approach this? Squirting and schlorping and all the way in. How else would a drafty earth stallion slide himself in? Why am I more aroused at the funny noise? Imagining him folding me forward and having his way with me? Far easier with eyes wide shut. Hind legs? They know how to buck on their own. In, out, in, out. Oh, Hitch rail me harder. If only you were really here to place your legs in front of my wings and bite my mane. Big boy, you’re tall enough it’s safe to mount me with your weight resting on my front legs. On the other side of the size distribution from the medium-size stallions who would wreck a pegasus from the weight on the hinds. No small safe stallion, you are. If only somepony were here to join me and pinch my neck with a bite. Schlorp went the dildo as I thrust back to hilt again. Oh! If I retract my legs… If I retrac… Right on the g-spot. Wings too flared to care about the water splashed everywhere. Hitch, you’ve got a big ol' schlong, and you know how to use it. Have your way with me. Squishing and sloshing and sprinkling and all the other lovely watery sounds. Fit for a queen. No, Mom, fit for me. I’m sure you can negotiate something with the Earth Ponies to make me a legally wedded crown princess. Or not. If we’re never welcomed back, there’s no need to hold tight to my claim. That was one impressive whinny out there! Exactly what I need to focus on as I mentally make it echo. The water and fan can drown out my nickers and snorts. Snort, schlorp, schlick The suction noises, too. Forelegs, neck bites, and weight separate me from the real thing. Those plus a lack of balls slapping against my plot and stifle. For today, close enough will be good enough—at least it will be if I arc my back to st— To stroke… To stroke that medial ring on my clit. Lucky Izzy, I bet he’s sized so it hits her g-spot exactly when the ring passes her clit. Faster, faster, faster! Izzy can’t catch me now. Not until the afterglow, at least. She can find me then for all I care. More! Harder! Snort, snort, squirt, squirt, snort The water, it should be off. Thock, out it goes! Quiet, that’s better. Air heavy with steam. “Careful where you put that thing!” Wow, they’re still going hard. Sneak out? Not until I’ve listened for inspiration. Two mares singing their song with this third mare as accompaniment. Lesson noted: going until physically exhausted is a trait shared among mares of every breed. Also, whatever they’re up to is “just like the real thing.” That thing sure smells like rubber and mare. Oh, oh wow. I taste good. If only my neck could reach that far. Actually, Izzy can catch me if she wants. Back on the dildo with no water to occlude the squelching and sliding. I’ll squeal if I damn well please. Who am I kidding? I’m the quiet model. Izzy had better catch me. “Sorry, Sunny, I need to check the bathroom plumbing. It’s making strange noises.” “Zipp! What are you doing in my bathtub? The shower is over there.” “Your taste on my dildo? As flavorful as you are, you need some hard bony horny punishment. Turn around where I can lick you.” Right. The flare. Fake penis, not fake horn. Perhaps the noise earned Izzy’s attention. My earlier aggression had moved it down the wall. Perfect. Ideal horn angle. The tip points up wherever while the shaft works my clit. “Zipp, you’ve been naughty. Now it’s time to shove a unicorn horn up there.” My expected protest never came. If I matched her thrusting, however, something else would soon come. Splish shake tap splat There I go, mane shaken. Doing that again. No sound this time. No sound and nicker nicker yes, yes. “Oh Izzy, you know just where to find me.” My own words distort with each shake. Each, each. Wow! What a squeal! I've—plot—never been that loud, especially not romantically. Something about ears. Right, sneaking. No hoof falls. Subdued rhythm compared to earlier. Light off, door open. Out to the main room. Silence, or at least as close to it as can be. Nothing over the background din of the lovebirds. Red. Sheets and sheets of red. Clouded vision, the fake sight of red. That mare, I should’ve known. Too dark to canter. Must trot. Down the ramp, around the sofa, out the back door. He stands there asleep. “Pipp!” That tan stallion rears and whinnies in alarm. Still just a pony, after all. “Where’s your lover?” I ask. “What’s the matter with you? I thought you were the sneaky one.” He’s right. I can’t alert every unicorn to point their unique horn to gawk like our sisterly dispute is daytime TV at four in the morning. “Sorry. Where’s Pipp?” Quiet voice this time. His head nodded toward another tree, “Sleeping.” There she stands, Princess Pipp in her nocturnal glory. Got herself covered despite the obvious bed mane. Keep it together, Zipp. Don’t make a scene this time. Gentle ought to do it. Ears drooped and hind hoof cocked; she’s in the dream world. “Pipp, Pipp. Wake up.” She stirs, starting with the ears. “Morning al—? What is it now? It’s dark.” Stage whisper, the next-best thing after a shout. “You reminded me of the succession rules so that you could have him all to yourself.” “What are you talking about?” “While I was showering, you found Hitch and had him cover you.” “I’m stuffed far too full of raspberry leaves to want that. They’re all around you.” She’s right. Plenty of leaves stand fresh for grazing at my hooves. They probably did merely enjoy a midnight snack and a snooze. Have I become as paranoid as the unicorns? Tasty leaves. Was I hangry this whole time? Fit Right In“Chamomile? Check! Lavender? Just a sprinkle. I’ll dust and wash the other cup for you while the water warms. Passionf—” Her monologue interrupted, Izzy craned her neck to find Sunny’s muzzle once again working her withers. “Passion? Passion fruit? Passion for you.” Sunny asked, suddenly aware she had Izzy’s attention again. “No, passionflower,” Izzy replied, “This tea should pack a—Wait? What about me?” Courage. Courage, Sunny, she thought as she inhaled at Izzy’s withers again. “Your, your…” Sunny’s voice trailed as her internal voice pondered whether what she wanted to say would force Izzy back to believing the Earth Pony Danger PSAs she was undoubtedly subjected to as a filly. “Your scent makes me want to do things I’ve never done with another mare before,” she finally admitted. “Oh! Like croquet?” asked Izzy. “No,” Sunny said with a relieved smile as she spun around. The meaning of Sunny’s hiked tail was unmistakable. Izzy’s nethers warmed in response to the sight. Sunny more than merely echoed Izzy’s fleeting thoughts; she had ruminated on them in a wholehearted embrace. “Did I come on too strong?” Asked Sunny. She looked back to find Izzy giving that goofy grin ponies make when asking if the other is in lust. Izzy finished her Flehmen. Her reply was muted while she trotted over to the cabinet under the nightstand. “You have the best ideas for celebrations,” she answered before filling her mouth with the handle of a large bag of raspberry leaves. Sunny watched as Izzy dragged the bag over to the sink and began to heap leaves onto the pile to be steeped. An equal measure of raspberry leaves to compliment the passionflower and lavender mixture. Unicorn movements were graceful, even Izzy dragging a heavy bag. “Celebrations?” asked a puzzled Sunny. “You know, what we will do tomorrow after the crystals are united and magic is restored,” said Izzy. “But, but my body wants it now. I want you tonight. Where tomorrow leads, as you’d say, is a big question mark. I don't—” Shrill kettle whistling cut off further expressions of doubt. “Let’s give this a minute to cool. Oh! Your luminescence is fluctuating widely. Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, the rest of us unicorns are a sleepy lot, but not sleepy in that way. We need to rest up to keep in character tomorrow. Has it been a minute?” Izzy paused to check her clock. “Only used twenty-three seconds? This tea should knock us both out for the night half an hour after we enjoy it. If the tea doesn’t work, please have your way with me.” Sunny would have noticed that the kettle had only cooled for thirty-six seconds. Instead, Izzy’s wiggling unicorn butt caught her attention as she shook her pesky tail to the side. “Woah. You mean it,” said Sunny. “I told you earlier: I’ve got your back. Speaking of, you’ve got a tuft on your back I’ll handle after starting the steep.” Izzy proceeded to pour the boiling kettle into a tower of twisted tubes above the teapot. Sunny watched as steam rose from the various vents and a trickle of tinted water dribbled from the base into the teapot. Windows closed? Check, thought Izzy before she stood face-to-face with Sunny. “It’s a classically forbidden technique,” she explained. Her voice then dropped to a whisper, “It’s the closest we can get to using the M-word.” Izzy reared; her voice regained its usual chipper strength. “Now watch this!” She said as she placed her hoof on a plunger. Jets of steam flew from the openings where it had lazily drifted earlier. Hissing and a low-pitched whirr, almost to the register of a rumble, filled the air as Izzy’s hoof slowly descended. Once her hoof had bottomed out, the audiovisual spectacle ceased. Calm returned to the room. Izzy’s other hoof pressed on a small lever, causing a gentle tinkle as the tea flowed into the pot. “Ta-da! It’s already safe to drink,” Izzy bragged as she poured the teapot into her cup. Sunny’s teacup and Izzy’s napkin made a tight embrace as Izzy dusted and rinsed the prettiest of her guest teacups. Tea flowed freely from the pot to the cups as the two mares enjoyed the herbal knockout punch. Izzy collected the drained teacups, then stood beside Sunny. “I want to preview with you,” Izzy started. “Preview a kiss.” “…however?” Concluded Sunny. “Doing that, it risks disrupting the tea,” Izzy answered. “We should sleep on separate sides of the bed, at least to start.” Mildly disappointed, Sunny followed Izzy to bed. Steamy moist horse breath filled Sunny’s nostrils. Welcome relief relaxed her body. The tea had made her foggy, but her mind never stopped racing over nothing on repeat. Insomniac Izzy meant an end to Sunny’s boredom. Muzzle-to-muzzle, the mares shared breath. Breaking the moment, Izzy licked Sunny’s muzzle between the nostrils. Sunny returned the favor the best she could, rubbing the velvet of their noses together. Heartbeats raced while breathing slowed. Izzy pulled back to lick Sunny’s lip, but Sunny stuck her own tongue out to meet Izzy’s mid-air. Giddy nickers rose from the mares. “Do you want to help me try lovemaking with a mare?” Asked Sunny. “I don’t remember if I told you this, but you’d be my first mare, too,” Izzy reminded Sunny. “I think I know what to do after reading that book by my bed so many times.” “The book with the big index where each entry has marks to indicate what kind of ponies it works with?” “Yes, that’s the one.” Sunny rolled out from under Izzy’s hooves to reach the bedstand. Rather than toss and turn until it was time to declare futility and wake Izzy, she had flipped through the nearest book. Luckily, it was a mare’s mating manual. It was left open to the page that most inspired Sunny to roll back and hoof herself to attempt relaxation. “Does this show with I think it shows?” She questioned. Izzy glanced down, then grabbed her glasses from the other side of the stand. “Eww!” she snapped. “Sorry, I mean let’s not do that,” clarified Izzy. “Ever since I got heats, I’ve wondered if earth ponies enjoyed sex as much as unicorns loved mating. Let’s do something better for an earth pony and a unicorn, both mares. Can you hang your tail over the bed and spread your legs?” Sunny knew what would happen next. Her marehood winked in excitement. Who cares if some leaked onto the bed? Lie on back with tail draped over, done, she thought. Her legs spread naturally from gravity. For her part, Izzy had hopped off the bed and watched the Sunny show. There it was: Sunny’s ponut, dangly loop, and winker. From the looks of it, she had been in heat this whole time. Tea or no tea, her dock and vulva were a sweet-smelling sticky mess. “Careful where you point that thing!” Sunny’s cry interrupted Izzy’s examination. “I need to get you properly lubed up first,” replied Izzy, “you can trust me.” Sunny watched as Izzy carefully arched her neck to lower her head. Nervous energy filled Sunny’s downstairs as she repeatedly winked her clit at the hopeful thought something would go wrong. Something squirted out of her on a hard wink when Izzy’s horn tip teased her teats. Horn teasing teats, tongue teasing folds. Her arousal and nickers only grew as she made a Flehmen to smell her own excitement. Izzy’s heart beat faster as she pulled her horn away to reach a more comfortable angle. No more hesitation. Time to have her first time with a mare. Izzy’s front canons rested on the bed to stabilize Sunny by her flanks. Did Sunny still smell a bit sweaty from the pull? For Izzy, it only made her more enticing. Hardworking earth pony sweat to compliment a mare’s natural aroma of hay mixed with green tea. Green tea with a hint of lavender, too. Taste-wise, it was just the hay and tea. None of the salt expected from sweat. Sunny’s toned muscles squeezed Izzy’s tongue into strange shapes with each wink. Taste of tea, smell of sweat: Izzy was in heaven. Heaven right until she remembered what to try. She rubbed her nostrils tight against Sunny’s entrance as if she hoped to fuck Sunny with her whole face. When Izzy stopped to catch her breath, she was pleased with how successful her mission had been. Sunny’s unique lavender hay scent lingered with each breath Izzy inhaled. “Can you stay balanced?” Izzy asked. “Sure,” replied her new ~~friend~~ lover. “I’m going to point my horn at you. Can you stay calm while I carefully point it inside you?” Sunny gasped, then nodded. Of course that’s the special treat for a unicorn, she thought. Who knew they could be so arousing? Izzy lowered her forehooves to the floor and her head to the vertical. She carefully checked her angle, even re-raising a hoof to feel Sunny’s folds to locate the interior hole. One step forward. Very slight resistance against the horn tip. Mild adjustments. Another step. No pressure against the tip, weight pressing her head slightly down. No orgasmic noises from Sunny. Step three. Was that a small moan she heard? Hilted. Now this is the feeling the manual promised Izzy. She felt herself wink and heard the faintest sound of a drip on the floor. Drip and the shower running. Somepony must have taken her up on the offer. Sunny’s wink against the base of her horn returned Izzy to the bliss of intimate mare flesh massaging her scalp. Nonetheless, there was no orgasm forthcoming from Sunny. Reluctantly, Izzy pulled out inch by inch, hearing only the occasional gasp from her ~~lover~~ new best friend. “It didn’t work,” lamented Izzy. Sunny agreed. Izzy continued, “It’s supposed to be a bonding of our essences. What’s mine is yours and your pleasure becomes mine. Instead, I—wait. This needs magic. I’m sure of it.” Returning to her prior task, Izzy dove her muzzle along Sunny’s muff with renewed vigor. The least she could do is bodily thank Sunny for her time and trust. Thank her and get that delicious taste all over her tongue. Delicious—snort! cough! Sunny was far more wound up than Izzy expected. Izzy again snorted the orgasmic juice out of her nostrils and tried to catch the runoff from her muzzle with her tongue. “Sunny, I have a different position I’d like you to try with me. Grab this,” Izzy said as she grabbed a tangle of straps off a pegboard. Before Sunny could attempt to put it on, Izzy interrupted her. “One more thing,” she said while searching a shelf on the other side of the bed from the pegboard before handing Sunny a large black dildo. Once presented with the final piece, Sunny quickly figured out how to untangle the straps and re-tangle them on her legs. “Want me to just go for it?” She asked. “If you don’t want to get a taste first,” teased Izzy. Unicorn logic once again proved its worth. Sunny’s heart raced in excitement as her face closed in on Izzy’s raised tail. First time with a mare? Why did she smell so similar? Just like me but better, she thought. Licking must be the next step. The first lick dispelled contemplative thought. Izzy tasted as she smelled. Like a mare, it was tea with hay downstairs. Unicorns proved no exception. Her entrance was already quite slick from her arousal while eating Sunny out. If only Izzy didn’t find that diagram so gross, she could fully let go. Sunny discovered that one understated advantage of focusing on the clit was that it kept the ponut well above the nostrils; focusing on the whole slit rested the ponut on her muzzle at the top. Assuming her partner was sufficiently warmed up, Sunny reared to do her stallion’s duty. Two firsts in a day: first mare and first time acting as a stallion. Unbeknownst to her, her cock prodded her lover’s ponut. “Careful where you point that thing!” Interjected Izzy. Sunny’s apology took the form of angular adjustments. “Woah, it sounds like you’re pounding me hard from the future,” observed Izzy to a confused Sunny. “Pound me hard and fast. Don’t worry about the sounds.” Sunny slowly prodded forward this time. “Nope, not there, either. A little higher.” The third time was Sunny’s charm. She slid right in. Izzy was prudent to warn about those noises. Sunny was prudent to lick Izzy to full arousal earlier. If nothing else, it spread the slickness over her entire marehood. “Wow. Oh, wow. You had no idea what you were doing, just like a real stallion!” Sunny was unsure how to take Izzy’s compliment other than to keep thrusting away. “Just keep go—ah!—going. I don’t mind if you work yourself sweaty.” That was all the instruction Sunny needed. The accumulated shared sweat where Sunny’s barrel met Izzy’s back only increased Sunny’s drive to finish off her friend and dismount. With just the right— Yes! Thought Sunny as she achieved perfect timing. Izzy’s horn was successfully licked. Unfortunately, it was not an instant orgasm button. In fact, Izzy didn’t notice at all. Just keep going. Being a stallion is hard work. Sunny kept thrusting away. “Almost!” Sunny squeezed her forelegs far too tight behind Izzy’s shoulders, pounded her prosthesis until suddenly her teats were soaked, then heard heavy breathing. “G, glad that wasn’t on my bed.” Sunny dismounted and felt the rubber appendage bounce against her barrel. Izzy caught her breath before pressing some connections in the straps to make the entire contraption fall free from Sunny’s legs and onto the floor in a single drop. The two mares wordlessly agreed to spend the night cuddled face-to-face. In the morning, Izzy led the way into the bathroom as promised. Sunny watched as she pulled the shower curtain the rest of the way back before she squinted to gaze at the mounted dildo. “That’s not where I left you,” she uttered.
Pulling The LoadFour phony protrusions sat on the drying rack as the super glue took its sweet time to cure. By sunrise, they will have hardened into properly bony illusions. The negotiations went smoothly. The royal pegasisters will share the sofa and comfort each other with hopeful lies over their mother's fate. Hitch, appropriately enough, would get the stallion stall once it was cleaned out. Sunny would take the far end of Izzy’s bed, which supposedly was “big enough for all of us if we were willing to cuddle.” “Girls,” Izzy’s voice spoke out, “let’s help Hitch clean the stall I’ve used as my closet.” She specified, “Sunny and Zipp, help me pull,” as she grabbed a trio of rope harnesses. “Pipp, I need you to spot us and check alignments while Hitch pushes.” Sunny and Zipp assembled themselves to flank Izzy’s sides while Pipp cantered up the stairs onto the interior balcony for a pegasus view. Hitch made his way through the clearing and braced himself between the far wall and the contraption of hardwood and heavy metal. “Just what is this thing?” he asked. Izzy proudly shook her shoulders between her new friends, “Industrial sewing machine.” Everypony rolled their eyes and soon prepared themselves to pull (or, in the case of Hitch, push). As the ropes grew taught, Sunny found herself rubbing shoulders with Izzy the same way that she would flirt with Hitch. If she pressed herself directly into Izzy after they finished the pull, would Izzy feel the same way? Would she gently diffuse the moment like Hitch? Why am I feeling this way about a mare? Or somepony at all who isn’t Hitch? she thought. It must be from our anticipatory snorting into the same pool of air, she continued her attempt at reason. “Ready…” Izzy’s voice broke Sunny free of her romantic ruminations as Sunny felt Izzy’s shoulder tense up next to her own tense shoulder. “Pull!” Three mares strained on the wooden floor as Hitch attempted to push them forward. “STOP!” Everypony relaxed and stared at Zipp. “I need to trade places with Izzy,” she said. “You just want the best spot, don’t you?” Izzy teased. “I, I should have caught that,” called a soft overhead voice. Pipp continued, “I’m usually the star, not the spotter.” A confused silence followed. “Even though we cannot fly, our bodies are still adapted for flight,” Zipp attempted to explain. The room remained equally quiet at the unsuccessful explanation. Zipp hesitated while she ran the numbers. Were these new friends truly trustworthy? More pressingly, if they told the truth to one of their friends, would it spread and be used to harm the pegasi? “Are you? Are you okay?” Izzy nuzzled Zipp cheek-to-cheek. Zipp gently exhaled into Izzy’s nostrils before she finished her explanation. “Don’t tell anypony this until all our breeds can peacefully live amongst each other,” she prefaced. “The hind legs of a pegasus are extremely weak to torsion. The old books say that the bones are hollow to save on weight. Our front legs have extra-dense bones to support the added weight of wing muscles when we gallop on the ground.” “So if we’re pulling three abreast—especially on this wood—we mares with solid bones back there need to steer,” said Sunny. Two pegasus mouths hung open in surprise at an earth pony independently piecing together the next part of secret pegasus anatomical knowledge. “Trust me, Sunny knows far more than just two things about pulling heavy loads,” Hitch said with a shrug. With that settled, Izzy switched harnesses with Zipp; the three mares again readied themselves to pull. Sunny then noticed the difference in the feel of feathers on fur. Unlike Izzy’s or Hitch’s coats constantly brushing against her own, it felt like the wind was pressing against her side with the force of a muscular mare without disturbing her mane when Zipp moved a millimeter ahead of Sunny. When Sunny stepped forward, Zipp’s wing ensnared the tips of the hairs of her hide all along her left side, pulling them back. As they made slow progress, Sunny wondered what Izzy would taste in Zipp’s luminescence. Wintergreen? Peppermint? Ice crush? Mountain X Stream Blast? The cleared closet reverted to its original purpose; Izzy gave some final bedtime instructions to her gathered guests. “If you need a shower, the bathroom with the working shower is the door immediately to your left as you step into my bedroom. Zipp, you should have no problem sneaking in without waking me if you need it overnight. If any of you get hungry for a nighttime snack, please help yourself to the overgrown grazing patch out back. It’s built to feed four but I—” her ears flattened and voice dropped “—live alone.” The ponies grabbed their respective saddlebags and began to make their way to their respective sleeping quarters. Hitch closed the bottom half of the door to his stall to keep watch over the pegasi for intruders. The royal sisters made their way to the sofa, placed their bags down, and used each other as a pillow. Sunny followed Izzy up the stairs to the mystery door. Inside was not a bedroom. Rather, Izzy’s suite contained a full studio apartment. Yes, the bed truly could fit the four mares—probably Hitch, too, if they all cuddled. However, the second table with an unused tea set as well as the sink under the window opposite the bed caught Sunny’s eye. Sunny looked over to Izzy, then back to the tea set, and hugged her neck around Izzy’s. Izzy froze, returned the embrace, and cautiously nibbled at Sunny’s withers. Meaning and intent were plain for anypony, should the walls have turned transparent, to see once Sunny returned the favor. Seconds passed in appreciative silence. “Would you like some bedtime tea?” Asked Izzy. “Do, do you have something to calm me down? Pulling that sewing machine worked me up.” Izzy reared and opened cabinets to either side of the sink.
Zipp's Sneaky ShowerThe pre-dawn avian chorus arrived early. Much too early. Species? Love birds, all female. Silly birds, you won’t make any eggs that way. I guess I’m awake. When you’re the crown princess pegasus, heavy sleep is for those afternoons where you can sneak away without somepony tracking you down so you can make your next appearance. Add in sleeping on the sofa of the enemy new friend and being sore: it’s a recipe for insomnia. Once again, a rude reminder that flight and pulling are different exercises, even when they overlap the same muscles. Actually, it was only two lovebirds making horse noises. Nickers, moans, and snorts. All too real to be birds. All too— Gross! Could they not have the decency to wait until I’ve returned to Zephyr Heights? Know what else is gross? The humidity I feel on my dock. Oh no. I hope it’s nothing. Pipp does not need to smell me like this. Standing up, I feel the sofa where I slept. Good: nothing to report. Those two mares infected my dreams and put me in heat. Where is Hitch? I peer into the darkness of the empty stallion stall. No Hitch in sight, unless… No, he had not laid down and got himself cast. No heroic rescue by pegasi. He was not there at all. What else to do but pace a circle while I weigh my options? “Zipp?” Did somepony call for me? My ears scan in all directions to hear, “Zipp, where are you?” That’s a feminine voice, not Hitch mirroring my feelings. “Zipp?” My sister, not my new friends (too low in pitch—“contralto,” as she’d call it). Birds? Did they wake her, too? “There you are. I need a hug and earplugs.” Hug? Easy enough. Two steps forward, I lower my neck to rub against her mane. Even she understood not to dispute affection when she’d have to remake her mane in the morning anyway. “Standing hug?” she asks. “Always,” I reply as I stretch my wings forward while she stood up and interlocked her feathers with mine. Oh! My mind went blank for a moment, there. A time-skip of sisterly silence. That’s as close to sleep as I’ll get until those two upstairs finish. “I needed that. Had a dream the bravest guards were sent to drag us back. I’m too pretty to jail.” Still my sister, even in these trying times. “What got you out of bed?” “Same reason you requested earplugs, I assume.” Even in the dark, pinned ears are unmistakable. Very much my sister. “Don’t you normally carry your performance IEMs in your saddlebags?” I ask, hoping to prompt her into common sense. “With noise canceling on, I don’t think they’ll last the night. Remember how I barely escaped with my life? No time to recharge.” Snort. Dramatic, isn’t she? Wait. What if she’s right? Would our fellow pegasi be so quick to embrace regicide and republicanism? Were the unicorns right about our subjects being brutes? If they were, that makes me the queen of our government-of-two-in-exile. The least I can do is be the unflappable head of state Pipp so desperately needs and make a filly to claim legitimacy through continuity. Biology waits for no mare, even when on the run. “Pipp, I doubt they’ll go all all night. You just need a couple of hours. Surely—” Beep. “Yes, that’s enough battery.” Pipp breaks the hug with that announcement. “So, what are your plans to handle the noise?” Asking the intrusive sisterly questions. Intentionality? For her? Only Mom knows. “Go somewhere quiet. Hitch must have run off. I need to find him and ensure he hasn’t walked somewhere so quiet it’s full of paranoid unicorns.” No dice. Pipp’s Flehmen made her lack of belief readily apparent. “You know the rules”—if it were not so dark the gleam in her eyes would penetrate—“just as well as I. If you make a filly while Mom is still alive without securing an alliance with her sire—” Don’t you say it! “—that means I get to be queen! Imagine that, Queen Pipp!” At least her wing flaps make for a nice breeze. I still have my diplomatic sneak to improve. “That’s still even odds we have a practice run and produce a colt.” “I’ll take those. ‘Greetings, Pippsqueaks! Gaze upon me, your new queen!’” “I’m going upstairs to enjoy a cold shower. Good luck sleeping without me as your pillow.” I trot away from my sister’s rare moments of insight and up the ramp. Her recitation of succession rules implied her optimism about our legitimacy upon our return. Pretty sneaky when I want to be? Now is the time to use this skill when opening the door. Inside. Immediately to the left? Izzy’s words internally echoed. Pause. Has anypony noticed me? Well, she did mention I’d have no problems sneaking in. Perhaps she was right about that. To the left stood the open door to the promised bathroom. Some closed closet to my right—difficult to see in this dark. Ahead, the soft remnants of a bedside light spilled just enough to see that there was a light on. The expected loving sounds were quite muted compared to downstairs. “Careful where you point that thing!” Except for that one. Tea? Horny mares in the throes of passion, and the first smell is tea? Something isn’t right. Flehmen time with a raised neck to get wider coverage. There it is: horny mares in your area, as they say. A reminder tugged at my coat as it dribbled down my leg. Three. Three horny mares in this area. Cold shower time. Door shut, light on. Strange design. Separate bath and shower. Just who built this place? From the shower, splash of strange color on the bath wall. Flick, flick. No sounds but muffled lovemaking and a faint fan. Pulling back the curtain, it will be a hot shower tonight. Very hot. Steamy and sensual, if I can reach. Just the right height to pretend it’s Hitch. Or for a tall mare like Izzy. Perfect positioning for the showerhead, too. Traditional style plumbing in here (contrast the full-coverage rain in the dedicated shower stall). A body part much farther back than my ears flicked. Good, a pair of steps. The logistics might work this time. Nope. Not unless I want it in the ponut. Not that I’d say no if it were Hitch wanting his reward after licking me blissful, but well-crafted rubber is not a stallion. Suction cup disengage! Try again but lower (not so much lower that I’d need to butt lower). Back in; it’s a direct hit. Wink, wink. This time the heat slickness running down my leg makes me blush. I am a horny mare. I am in heat. It’ll wash away soon enough. I will enjoy myself and turn the water on. Oh, the water is nice and muffling. Comforting on my muscles, too. How do I approach this? Squirting and schlorping and all the way in. How else would a drafty earth stallion slide himself in? Why am I more aroused at the funny noise? Imagining him folding me forward and having his way with me? Far easier with eyes wide shut. Hind legs? They know how to buck on their own. In, out, in, out. Oh, Hitch rail me harder. If only you were really here to place your legs in front of my wings and bite my mane. Big boy, you’re tall enough it’s safe to mount me with your weight resting on my front legs. On the other side of the size distribution from the medium-size stallions who would wreck a pegasus from the weight on the hinds. No small safe stallion, you are. If only somepony were here to join me and pinch my neck with a bite. Schlorp went the dildo as I thrust back to hilt again. Oh! If I retract my legs… If I retrac… Right on the g-spot. Wings too flared to care about the water splashed everywhere. Hitch, you’ve got a big ol' schlong, and you know how to use it. Have your way with me. Squishing and sloshing and sprinkling and all the other lovely watery sounds. Fit for a queen. No, Mom, fit for me. I’m sure you can negotiate something with the Earth Ponies to make me a legally wedded crown princess. Or not. If we’re never welcomed back, there’s no need to hold tight to my claim. That was one impressive whinny out there! Exactly what I need to focus on as I mentally make it echo. The water and fan can drown out my nickers and snorts. Snort, schlorp, schlick The suction noises, too. Forelegs, neck bites, and weight separate me from the real thing. Those plus a lack of balls slapping against my plot and stifle. For today, close enough will be good enough—at least it will be if I arc my back to st— To stroke… To stroke that medial ring on my clit. Lucky Izzy, I bet he’s sized so it hits her g-spot exactly when the ring passes her clit. Faster, faster, faster! Izzy can’t catch me now. Not until the afterglow, at least. She can find me then for all I care. More! Harder! Snort, snort, squirt, squirt, snort The water, it should be off. Thock, out it goes! Quiet, that’s better. Air heavy with steam. “Careful where you put that thing!” Wow, they’re still going hard. Sneak out? Not until I’ve listened for inspiration. Two mares singing their song with this third mare as accompaniment. Lesson noted: going until physically exhausted is a trait shared among mares of every breed. Also, whatever they’re up to is “just like the real thing.” That thing sure smells like rubber and mare. Oh, oh wow. I taste good. If only my neck could reach that far. Actually, Izzy can catch me if she wants. Back on the dildo with no water to occlude the squelching and sliding. I’ll squeal if I damn well please. Who am I kidding? I’m the quiet model. Izzy had better catch me. “Sorry, Sunny, I need to check the bathroom plumbing. It’s making strange noises.” “Zipp! What are you doing in my bathtub? The shower is over there.” “Your taste on my dildo? As flavorful as you are, you need some hard bony horny punishment. Turn around where I can lick you.” Right. The flare. Fake penis, not fake horn. Perhaps the noise earned Izzy’s attention. My earlier aggression had moved it down the wall. Perfect. Ideal horn angle. The tip points up wherever while the shaft works my clit. “Zipp, you’ve been naughty. Now it’s time to shove a unicorn horn up there.” My expected protest never came. If I matched her thrusting, however, something else would soon come. Splish shake tap splat There I go, mane shaken. Doing that again. No sound this time. No sound and nicker nicker yes, yes. “Oh Izzy, you know just where to find me.” My own words distort with each shake. Each, each. Wow! What a squeal! I've—plot—never been that loud, especially not romantically. Something about ears. Right, sneaking. No hoof falls. Subdued rhythm compared to earlier. Light off, door open. Out to the main room. Silence, or at least as close to it as can be. Nothing over the background din of the lovebirds. Red. Sheets and sheets of red. Clouded vision, the fake sight of red. That mare, I should’ve known. Too dark to canter. Must trot. Down the ramp, around the sofa, out the back door. He stands there asleep. “Pipp!” That tan stallion rears and whinnies in alarm. Still just a pony, after all. “Where’s your lover?” I ask. “What’s the matter with you? I thought you were the sneaky one.” He’s right. I can’t alert every unicorn to point their unique horn to gawk like our sisterly dispute is daytime TV at four in the morning. “Sorry. Where’s Pipp?” Quiet voice this time. His head nodded toward another tree, “Sleeping.” There she stands, Princess Pipp in her nocturnal glory. Got herself covered despite the obvious bed mane. Keep it together, Zipp. Don’t make a scene this time. Gentle ought to do it. Ears drooped and hind hoof cocked; she’s in the dream world. “Pipp, Pipp. Wake up.” She stirs, starting with the ears. “Morning al—? What is it now? It’s dark.” Stage whisper, the next-best thing after a shout. “You reminded me of the succession rules so that you could have him all to yourself.” “What are you talking about?” “While I was showering, you found Hitch and had him cover you.” “I’m stuffed far too full of raspberry leaves to want that. They’re all around you.” She’s right. Plenty of leaves stand fresh for grazing at my hooves. They probably did merely enjoy a midnight snack and a snooze. Have I become as paranoid as the unicorns? Tasty leaves. Was I hangry this whole time?
Fit Right In“Chamomile? Check! Lavender? Just a sprinkle. I’ll dust and wash the other cup for you while the water warms. Passionf—” Her monologue interrupted, Izzy craned her neck to find Sunny’s muzzle once again working her withers. “Passion? Passion fruit? Passion for you.” Sunny asked, suddenly aware she had Izzy’s attention again. “No, passionflower,” Izzy replied, “This tea should pack a—Wait? What about me?” Courage. Courage, Sunny, she thought as she inhaled at Izzy’s withers again. “Your, your…” Sunny’s voice trailed as her internal voice pondered whether what she wanted to say would force Izzy back to believing the Earth Pony Danger PSAs she was undoubtedly subjected to as a filly. “Your scent makes me want to do things I’ve never done with another mare before,” she finally admitted. “Oh! Like croquet?” asked Izzy. “No,” Sunny said with a relieved smile as she spun around. The meaning of Sunny’s hiked tail was unmistakable. Izzy’s nethers warmed in response to the sight. Sunny more than merely echoed Izzy’s fleeting thoughts; she had ruminated on them in a wholehearted embrace. “Did I come on too strong?” Asked Sunny. She looked back to find Izzy giving that goofy grin ponies make when asking if the other is in lust. Izzy finished her Flehmen. Her reply was muted while she trotted over to the cabinet under the nightstand. “You have the best ideas for celebrations,” she answered before filling her mouth with the handle of a large bag of raspberry leaves. Sunny watched as Izzy dragged the bag over to the sink and began to heap leaves onto the pile to be steeped. An equal measure of raspberry leaves to compliment the passionflower and lavender mixture. Unicorn movements were graceful, even Izzy dragging a heavy bag. “Celebrations?” asked a puzzled Sunny. “You know, what we will do tomorrow after the crystals are united and magic is restored,” said Izzy. “But, but my body wants it now. I want you tonight. Where tomorrow leads, as you’d say, is a big question mark. I don't—” Shrill kettle whistling cut off further expressions of doubt. “Let’s give this a minute to cool. Oh! Your luminescence is fluctuating widely. Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, the rest of us unicorns are a sleepy lot, but not sleepy in that way. We need to rest up to keep in character tomorrow. Has it been a minute?” Izzy paused to check her clock. “Only used twenty-three seconds? This tea should knock us both out for the night half an hour after we enjoy it. If the tea doesn’t work, please have your way with me.” Sunny would have noticed that the kettle had only cooled for thirty-six seconds. Instead, Izzy’s wiggling unicorn butt caught her attention as she shook her pesky tail to the side. “Woah. You mean it,” said Sunny. “I told you earlier: I’ve got your back. Speaking of, you’ve got a tuft on your back I’ll handle after starting the steep.” Izzy proceeded to pour the boiling kettle into a tower of twisted tubes above the teapot. Sunny watched as steam rose from the various vents and a trickle of tinted water dribbled from the base into the teapot. Windows closed? Check, thought Izzy before she stood face-to-face with Sunny. “It’s a classically forbidden technique,” she explained. Her voice then dropped to a whisper, “It’s the closest we can get to using the M-word.” Izzy reared; her voice regained its usual chipper strength. “Now watch this!” She said as she placed her hoof on a plunger. Jets of steam flew from the openings where it had lazily drifted earlier. Hissing and a low-pitched whirr, almost to the register of a rumble, filled the air as Izzy’s hoof slowly descended. Once her hoof had bottomed out, the audiovisual spectacle ceased. Calm returned to the room. Izzy’s other hoof pressed on a small lever, causing a gentle tinkle as the tea flowed into the pot. “Ta-da! It’s already safe to drink,” Izzy bragged as she poured the teapot into her cup. Sunny’s teacup and Izzy’s napkin made a tight embrace as Izzy dusted and rinsed the prettiest of her guest teacups. Tea flowed freely from the pot to the cups as the two mares enjoyed the herbal knockout punch. Izzy collected the drained teacups, then stood beside Sunny. “I want to preview with you,” Izzy started. “Preview a kiss.” “…however?” Concluded Sunny. “Doing that, it risks disrupting the tea,” Izzy answered. “We should sleep on separate sides of the bed, at least to start.” Mildly disappointed, Sunny followed Izzy to bed. Steamy moist horse breath filled Sunny’s nostrils. Welcome relief relaxed her body. The tea had made her foggy, but her mind never stopped racing over nothing on repeat. Insomniac Izzy meant an end to Sunny’s boredom. Muzzle-to-muzzle, the mares shared breath. Breaking the moment, Izzy licked Sunny’s muzzle between the nostrils. Sunny returned the favor the best she could, rubbing the velvet of their noses together. Heartbeats raced while breathing slowed. Izzy pulled back to lick Sunny’s lip, but Sunny stuck her own tongue out to meet Izzy’s mid-air. Giddy nickers rose from the mares. “Do you want to help me try lovemaking with a mare?” Asked Sunny. “I don’t remember if I told you this, but you’d be my first mare, too,” Izzy reminded Sunny. “I think I know what to do after reading that book by my bed so many times.” “The book with the big index where each entry has marks to indicate what kind of ponies it works with?” “Yes, that’s the one.” Sunny rolled out from under Izzy’s hooves to reach the bedstand. Rather than toss and turn until it was time to declare futility and wake Izzy, she had flipped through the nearest book. Luckily, it was a mare’s mating manual. It was left open to the page that most inspired Sunny to roll back and hoof herself to attempt relaxation. “Does this show with I think it shows?” She questioned. Izzy glanced down, then grabbed her glasses from the other side of the stand. “Eww!” she snapped. “Sorry, I mean let’s not do that,” clarified Izzy. “Ever since I got heats, I’ve wondered if earth ponies enjoyed sex as much as unicorns loved mating. Let’s do something better for an earth pony and a unicorn, both mares. Can you hang your tail over the bed and spread your legs?” Sunny knew what would happen next. Her marehood winked in excitement. Who cares if some leaked onto the bed? Lie on back with tail draped over, done, she thought. Her legs spread naturally from gravity. For her part, Izzy had hopped off the bed and watched the Sunny show. There it was: Sunny’s ponut, dangly loop, and winker. From the looks of it, she had been in heat this whole time. Tea or no tea, her dock and vulva were a sweet-smelling sticky mess. “Careful where you point that thing!” Sunny’s cry interrupted Izzy’s examination. “I need to get you properly lubed up first,” replied Izzy, “you can trust me.” Sunny watched as Izzy carefully arched her neck to lower her head. Nervous energy filled Sunny’s downstairs as she repeatedly winked her clit at the hopeful thought something would go wrong. Something squirted out of her on a hard wink when Izzy’s horn tip teased her teats. Horn teasing teats, tongue teasing folds. Her arousal and nickers only grew as she made a Flehmen to smell her own excitement. Izzy’s heart beat faster as she pulled her horn away to reach a more comfortable angle. No more hesitation. Time to have her first time with a mare. Izzy’s front canons rested on the bed to stabilize Sunny by her flanks. Did Sunny still smell a bit sweaty from the pull? For Izzy, it only made her more enticing. Hardworking earth pony sweat to compliment a mare’s natural aroma of hay mixed with green tea. Green tea with a hint of lavender, too. Taste-wise, it was just the hay and tea. None of the salt expected from sweat. Sunny’s toned muscles squeezed Izzy’s tongue into strange shapes with each wink. Taste of tea, smell of sweat: Izzy was in heaven. Heaven right until she remembered what to try. She rubbed her nostrils tight against Sunny’s entrance as if she hoped to fuck Sunny with her whole face. When Izzy stopped to catch her breath, she was pleased with how successful her mission had been. Sunny’s unique lavender hay scent lingered with each breath Izzy inhaled. “Can you stay balanced?” Izzy asked. “Sure,” replied her new ~~friend~~ lover. “I’m going to point my horn at you. Can you stay calm while I carefully point it inside you?” Sunny gasped, then nodded. Of course that’s the special treat for a unicorn, she thought. Who knew they could be so arousing? Izzy lowered her forehooves to the floor and her head to the vertical. She carefully checked her angle, even re-raising a hoof to feel Sunny’s folds to locate the interior hole. One step forward. Very slight resistance against the horn tip. Mild adjustments. Another step. No pressure against the tip, weight pressing her head slightly down. No orgasmic noises from Sunny. Step three. Was that a small moan she heard? Hilted. Now this is the feeling the manual promised Izzy. She felt herself wink and heard the faintest sound of a drip on the floor. Drip and the shower running. Somepony must have taken her up on the offer. Sunny’s wink against the base of her horn returned Izzy to the bliss of intimate mare flesh massaging her scalp. Nonetheless, there was no orgasm forthcoming from Sunny. Reluctantly, Izzy pulled out inch by inch, hearing only the occasional gasp from her ~~lover~~ new best friend. “It didn’t work,” lamented Izzy. Sunny agreed. Izzy continued, “It’s supposed to be a bonding of our essences. What’s mine is yours and your pleasure becomes mine. Instead, I—wait. This needs magic. I’m sure of it.” Returning to her prior task, Izzy dove her muzzle along Sunny’s muff with renewed vigor. The least she could do is bodily thank Sunny for her time and trust. Thank her and get that delicious taste all over her tongue. Delicious—snort! cough! Sunny was far more wound up than Izzy expected. Izzy again snorted the orgasmic juice out of her nostrils and tried to catch the runoff from her muzzle with her tongue. “Sunny, I have a different position I’d like you to try with me. Grab this,” Izzy said as she grabbed a tangle of straps off a pegboard. Before Sunny could attempt to put it on, Izzy interrupted her. “One more thing,” she said while searching a shelf on the other side of the bed from the pegboard before handing Sunny a large black dildo. Once presented with the final piece, Sunny quickly figured out how to untangle the straps and re-tangle them on her legs. “Want me to just go for it?” She asked. “If you don’t want to get a taste first,” teased Izzy. Unicorn logic once again proved its worth. Sunny’s heart raced in excitement as her face closed in on Izzy’s raised tail. First time with a mare? Why did she smell so similar? Just like me but better, she thought. Licking must be the next step. The first lick dispelled contemplative thought. Izzy tasted as she smelled. Like a mare, it was tea with hay downstairs. Unicorns proved no exception. Her entrance was already quite slick from her arousal while eating Sunny out. If only Izzy didn’t find that diagram so gross, she could fully let go. Sunny discovered that one understated advantage of focusing on the clit was that it kept the ponut well above the nostrils; focusing on the whole slit rested the ponut on her muzzle at the top. Assuming her partner was sufficiently warmed up, Sunny reared to do her stallion’s duty. Two firsts in a day: first mare and first time acting as a stallion. Unbeknownst to her, her cock prodded her lover’s ponut. “Careful where you point that thing!” Interjected Izzy. Sunny’s apology took the form of angular adjustments. “Woah, it sounds like you’re pounding me hard from the future,” observed Izzy to a confused Sunny. “Pound me hard and fast. Don’t worry about the sounds.” Sunny slowly prodded forward this time. “Nope, not there, either. A little higher.” The third time was Sunny’s charm. She slid right in. Izzy was prudent to warn about those noises. Sunny was prudent to lick Izzy to full arousal earlier. If nothing else, it spread the slickness over her entire marehood. “Wow. Oh, wow. You had no idea what you were doing, just like a real stallion!” Sunny was unsure how to take Izzy’s compliment other than to keep thrusting away. “Just keep go—ah!—going. I don’t mind if you work yourself sweaty.” That was all the instruction Sunny needed. The accumulated shared sweat where Sunny’s barrel met Izzy’s back only increased Sunny’s drive to finish off her friend and dismount. With just the right— Yes! Thought Sunny as she achieved perfect timing. Izzy’s horn was successfully licked. Unfortunately, it was not an instant orgasm button. In fact, Izzy didn’t notice at all. Just keep going. Being a stallion is hard work. Sunny kept thrusting away. “Almost!” Sunny squeezed her forelegs far too tight behind Izzy’s shoulders, pounded her prosthesis until suddenly her teats were soaked, then heard heavy breathing. “G, glad that wasn’t on my bed.” Sunny dismounted and felt the rubber appendage bounce against her barrel. Izzy caught her breath before pressing some connections in the straps to make the entire contraption fall free from Sunny’s legs and onto the floor in a single drop. The two mares wordlessly agreed to spend the night cuddled face-to-face. In the morning, Izzy led the way into the bathroom as promised. Sunny watched as she pulled the shower curtain the rest of the way back before she squinted to gaze at the mounted dildo. “That’s not where I left you,” she uttered.
