The luxurious abode was often a reek to the neighbors during the warmer weather. A mansion in an elite neighborhood constantly favored by the rich and powerful, yet somehow always a haven for constant sound and chaos that only the finest, most wild of festivities could bring about. To live even a half-mile near the resplendent residence was enough to ensure one could occasionally feel the thrum of bass through the wall and somewhere in the inner ear. If the reputation of these young women was not absolutely impeccable, someone of the neighborhood’s stature might have already complained.

The Christmas party came at a good time, truth be told; planned weeks in advance and neighbors given forewarning so as to be far away from such a bustling soiree. Pulsating sound, the endless chatter of people, and heaven knew what else would be constant deep into the night. There never had been a better time to be away for the holidays and this planned party was just emphasis of the fact. Yet deep within the dwellings of the brick palace was a party all its own, held within the grasp of earlier festivities and far more delightful to the owners of the resplendent mansion than any stature or name could hope to equal. And it might even be something worth bragging about.

Early in the morning when the sun had only begun to creep over the edge of the horizon, the hustling effort of numerous staffers came to the house and found it in desperate need of their touch. The effects of the seemingly boundless celebration were evident from the highest beam to the lowest ground in the gardens, all crying out and in need of rescue. The amount of work to be done would mean an arduous day, filth and refuse and whatever else requiring their attention before such a magnificent palace was put back to a respectable position. By the time the sun went down, not a soul who entered these magnificent dwellings would have even the slightest hint that such a powerhouse of a party had nearly overcome its halls. But six young women would carry the memory, for their actions were a festivity all in its own.

From deep places in the damp warmth, comfortable quarters that were kept lively and tangled, and even right in the thick of well-used chambers were the souls who had been restless and eager. Weariness had overtaken them in some way or another, even if their fervor for one another had been nigh inexhaustible. Atop pool chairs, draped across bedcovers, or even curled up together on the floor had been found to be suitable space for them to lie upon. Nothing had been forsaken after their magnificent, unrivaled passions had seen them all thoroughly satisfied. But then came the morning, sounds of activity or the pale light of morning filtering through and igniting their senses; the afterparty was over, and the real world would now have its way.

Applejack and Rainbow had been the first to awake; tussled beneath a somewhat soiled blanket and somehow satisfied with just a nearby throw pillow for their heads. When farmgirl locked eyes with athlete, the two shared a bleary glance as two and two were put together. At first, a start- then humor as such barriers no longer mattered.

“How you feeling?” Applejack asked.

“Sore,” Rainbow answered, bothering with a crick in her neck for emphasis. “You don’t mess around.”

“As if that’s not what you wanted,” came the teasing call. Applejack gazed down at the still-slumbering Siren that lay in between them with a greater softness in her gaze, grateful for her efforts; by her work she and Rainbow had been able to eliminate that pointless taboo that had seen them kept separate. Hopefully, wherever else the others had run off to, the results would be found the same.

“Should we wake her?” Rainbow inquired. “I mean, it’s still kinda early…”

“Your call,” Applejack answered as she took a sniff of her coverings before soon turning to naked body. Goodness, I reek! “I need a shower.”

“Yeah, me too, probably. And so will she, I bet.” A quick jostle of Sonata’s shoulder to see the buxom woman brought from deep dream and into the real world. “Hey, beautiful! You gonna shower with me or what?”

Sonata awoke slowly, but the incentive of a naked, wet Rainbow and Applejack was too much for her to resist. She moved with sluggish steps, needing aid for every inch of her body to be cleaned, but the whole thing may well have been an act meant to allow her further pleasure. After last night, any thoughts of her dim wit were long gone.

When the two found themselves back in the bedroom –and more thoroughly covered in clothing- the room began to slowly come alive with life and activity. A bell called for food and sustenance, coffee and biscuits soon brought up for them to enjoy. As the trio chattered together over steaming brew, the doorway opened and revealed a very soaked, still definitely naked group of young women in the form of Aria, Sunset, and Fluttershy; half-bashful, all three still holding hands, and Aria brimming with a confidence that looked more like her younger years.

“Where did you all go last night?” Sonata asked, taking note of wrinkled fingers. “Goodness, did you go down to the pool? What for?”

“Hot tub,” Aria answered. “It was… fun.”

“Well, there’s robes in the closet if you need ‘em. Go shower, you stink!”

Wherever Adagio and Rarity had dragged off Pinkie must not have been far for the sound of friendly chatter soon brought them back in. It was as though the enchantment from last night had yet to wear out, the trio of siblings so well-entwined with the six that any intimate familiarity was left to the wayside. Only comfort could be found.

“OK,” Sunset began, putting down her steaming mug of coffee and turning to face Adagio, “So I’m guessing last night wasn’t a… coincidence.”

The ever-confident Siren only smiled. “You thought it was a trap, didn’t you?”

“Was I wrong?”

Adagio laughed. “No, it wasn’t. We’d been trying to figure out a way to get you for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sunset regarded her friends- and tried not to laugh at their expressions. They all seemed so comfortable this way, intermingled with beauty and loveliness that was both friend and once-foe alike. What had transpired last night that had seen them so deeply wound like this? If it was anything like what she’d experienced –and ensured others experienced- it couldn’t be anything but wondrous.

“Well, I got a question, then,” Applejack offered, mumbling through a mouthful of biscuits. “What now?”

“We hang out the rest of today, duh!” Sonata replied, taking the nearby pot to half-full mug and seeing it refilled. “Come on, we barely showed you around the house! Don’t you wanna know what it’s like in your new place?”

New place! The thought was alarming as it was exciting, more unexpected than anything else at all. “Hold on! What are you thinking, that’s a bit- what are you hoping for?” Sunset cried.

Sonata, ever-unfazed, only blinked. “That you stay here with us and we make this permanent,” she answered, her response so flat that it may as well have been obvious. “Don’t you want to? I want you to.”

“I mean- I do, but I can’t just-” Sunset sputtered, trying to figure out some excuse to make and not seem desperate. What was she supposed to say? Maybe she should just drop the act and let it happen. “Umm, so, last night- is that meant to be the norm, or-”

“We drew names out of a hat, totally random,” Adagio answered. “But if we wanna swap around over the next few days before you girls head back for college, I won’t say no. Aren’t we going to want to get to know each other?”

“So, last night…” Pinkie began; hesitant, fearful that her good fortune might not last forever. “We’re all- together? All of us, dating? Or something?”

The sultry Siren smiled over her the rim of her mug, answer already evident in her eyes before lips even chose to speak. “Oh, I sure hope so. A bit fat orgy every night sounds like a blast to me. How about you?”

Nine pairs of eyes looked about the room as food and sustenance were consumed for a little while longer. The offer lay before each one of them, waiting to be denied or fully welcomed; it need only be a single moment to see it all made final, one gesture or sound or glance that would make it so. And the three hosts could not cast the spell to see it done, only waiting on bated breath for answer that might be too incredible to ever be spoken-

“We’re making sure Twilight gets brought into this, right?” Sunset inquired.

“Oh, you’d better.”

Author's Note

I'm not sure how this worked. I feel like I never nailed the tone, or maybe the scope of it was too big for the idea to handle. I don't know.

Merry Christmas, my fellow nutcases. Hope you enjoyed, at least a little.