Betrothal Island

Tempest woke up first. She silently made her way off the bed, when she noticed the four clothing packages from the previous day had been replaced.

Tempest opened one and found her uniform. She stepped into her suit and pulled it up. With a frown of curiosity, the unicorn noted it was less constrictive than it had been. It was exactly the way she preferred it. She opened the other packages to find their shoes and Twilight's dress had also been resized.

Tempest zipped up her suit, then noticed Twilight was sleeping with her mouth open. She paused, then unzipped it again, and let it pool at her feet.

Naked, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Twilight's chest. Twilight awoke with a gasp, and meekly lay there as Tempest fed her cock between her lips.

She sheathed her cock in her lover's throat, hitting inside as she began to roll her hips. She rotated, making Twilight moan, and leaned down to stick her tongue in Twilight's snatch. She ran her tongue across her clit, then dove it into Twilight's snatch. Both moaned as they worked their magic on one another, literally and figuratively. Tempest fed her tongue into Twilight, feeling her insides as Twilight ran her tongue around the tip of her penis. They drove their hips into each other. Both came in a matter of minutes, feeding their juices into one another.

She touched her head to Twilight's, "Thought I'd start you off with something better than coffee."

Twilight licked her lips then pecked Tempest on the snout. Then she shifted down and squeezed Tempest's nipple, eliciting a drop of white fluid. "Weren't there bottles in the fridge?"

"You want to save this?"

"Save it? I want to make milkshakes!"

"How lewd for a princess," Tempest teased.

"How curious for my lover, so comfortable in debauchery."

“Takes one to know one,” Tempest retorted.

Twilight kissed her again. "As payment for that, I have another idea." She gripped Tempest's penis, already growing again. "Cumshakes."

Tempest laughed. "Sweet Celestia, Twilight!"

"Hey, you agreed it tastes good!"

For that, Tempest pushed her down. "My coffee now." She squeezed Twilight's breasts together. White milk leaked all over her. "Somebody's primed for me." She sucked her milk with generous slurps, creating long drawn-out moans.

"Can you imagine if I was pregnant?" Twilight grunted. "It…oh, Celestia…would mean I might be even more…prodigious…"

Tempest's head snapped up. Caught in the moment of hormones, she mused, "Perhaps I should put a baby in you, then."

Twilight chuckled, "Easy there, we're not even married!"

"No big deal. I've seen plenty of unwed parents."

Twilight's laugh trailed off. "I'd…rather think about that when we get home."

The sad look on her face made Tempest feel worse. She forgot sometimes how many roots she had back home. For Tempest, there were few bonds by comparison.

She resolved to distract her with another sip.

They went to the shower and climbed in one after the other. Twilight grabbed the soap, only for Tempest to grab her wrist. "Not this time, princess," She sneered.

She whipped Twilight around, shoving her up against the wall. Her breasts rubbed against the steam-soaked clear window. Tempest nudged either foot to the side and thrust into her ass.

When they were finished, Twilight was quite bottom-heavy, and her stomach looked pregnant. After a few minutes, her body absorbed it. Tempest frowned. “You look different than usual. And I mean that. You look like you've gained a pound or two.”

Twilight cast a spell and frowned, “I'm still the same weight. I think.” She pinched her side, “With how much I've been absorbing I swear I'm going to get bigger.”

Tempest squeezed her nipples. “With this, so am I.”

Tempest wanted to check out the boats, but as much as Twilight loved to see her show off, she needed to check out the other facilities.

The library was well-stocked. The pantries were primarily filled with food from the island. The workshops were fascinating, filled with all sorts of machinery. Twilight spent hours exploring them all.

She inspected the clothing available. A lot of it was more like what Rarity preferred, but there were plenty of practical outfits.

Twilight tried on several. One was an enormous Victorian dress with a hoop skirt. It had a clear mesh over the tops of her shoulders.

She also found a nice velvet dress. It was formfitting and sleek, with a skirt longer than that of a ballerina, with spaghetti string shoulders. She twirled a bit. It showed an impressive amount of cleavage. To be honest it was more like sexy wear than actual clothing.

"Enjoying yourself?" Twilight turned to see Tempest leaning against the doorframe. Her suit was soaked in water, and her mane was slick. It still somehow retained its bounce despite the moisture, though it was slicked down.

"Maybe.” Twilight turned red and pushed the skirt down, not that it had far to go. “What happened to you?"

"Oh, had an accident with the boats and decided to come in." Tempest slowly crept into the room.

"Yes, I've noticed I've been bumping into things more." Twilight held up one arm and showed a few bruises.

"How does that connect?" Tempest asked, raising her eyebrow and putting her hands behind her back.

"Our centers of gravity have changed. We've grown a lot. We're both a lot bigger than we used to be. So we're still getting used to where our bodies are. It's like a second puberty."

"Ah. Fascinating connection. I love your ADHD brain…" Tempest breathed. She stepped around Twilight, running a large hand around her. Twilight flushed as her eyes went to her cleavage and didn't go away. She stepped behind her and leaned in, "A second puberty, eh?"

Twilight leaned back and put a hand up to stroke the side of her head. She grinned sheepishly, "Yeah. Sounds right, doesn't it? It's rather fascinating. I've kept notes as best I could."

"What kind of notes?" Tempest pressed herself against her back, running her hands up her sides. She rubbed her thighs and then slid up her silk dress.

"Mm…the scientific kind."

"You kept track of exactly how we're acting like horny teenagers?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Twilight crooned.

Tempest kissed her cheek, "I think I would." She reached up and cupped the bottom of Twilight's breasts. Twilight let out a small mew as she bounced them up and down. She felt Tempest's hands with her own. "Such wide cleavage…"

Twilight whirled about, "Would it surprise you to say I don't know?" With that, she kissed her full on the lips.

Her tongue went into her lover's mouth. She pushed down Tempest's massive tongue and held dominance. They felt each other's new and perfect teeth.

Tempest unzipped her suit, pulling it off her broad purple shoulders. Her breasts came bobbing out. Twilight pushed the suit down and dropped to her knees. Tempest's erection nearly hit her in the face, until she caught it. She immediately did her best to jam it down her throat.

"Oh, keep doing that..." Tempest moaned.

She came all across Twilight's face. She marched it down Twilight's entire body, utterly coating her in semen. Twilight wiped off her face, and her purple eyes narrowed through the goop. She shoved Tempest back against the wall and kissed her. She rubbed herself against Tempest, coating her front in goop. she fumbled for her dress and there was a loud rip. Tempest reached down and tore down, exposing Twilight's breast. One squeeze made her shudder and allowed Tempest to turn the tables. She hiked up Twilight's skirt. She lifted Twilight by her large ass and the smaller mare wrapped her arms and legs around her. Tempest lifted her slightly and speared her on her erection. "Ah!"

“Mm…” Tempest sighed, smiling and closing her eyes. “You feel nice.”

“Ah…” Twilight embraced her, “So do you.”

Tempest rocked her hips back and forth. “You feel really nice.”

“Eh!” Twilight gasped, “Keep going!”

“In that dress of yours, I can just sneak up on you. I can just flip up that skirt and…” She looked around, “Oh, why bother?” She gripped both sides of her dress and ripped it open. Twilight screamed as she was rendered completely naked.

“Ngh… you'd think one of us would get tired of…”

“Who would, with a mare like you?” Tempest exclaimed as she thrust harder and faster. “You feel so nice, you look so nice, and you are nice…”

“Oh, my Celestia!” Twilight shouted.

“In fact…” Tempest stopped. She leaned in close. “I might just put a foal in you.”

“Oh, Celestia–!” Twilight leaned back and came.

Tempest roared and thrust again, instantly spewing cum inside her lover. They coated each other in juices, glorious love shared between them. Twilight screamed as her stomach began to bloat. She felt her stomach. “Come on! Take it! You're going to have my children!”

“Yes! Make me a mother…” Twilight's throat wore down.

Tempest slumped against the wall. “This was great."

“So were you,” Twilight grinned. “Can you put me down?”

“You want out of my arms? I'm hurt.”

“The dress pieces are riding up.”

They settled into a new routine. Every minute was seemingly marked with some erotic idea, now that they had such modern equipment. They put on outfits just to undress each other. The house magically repaired their outfits, and it made it easy to play over and over.

One morning, Tempest woke up to a flicking on her neck. She turned over to see Twilight grinning at her.

"Your princess demands that you service her."

"My, aren't we bold, today?"

Tempest crawled up and put her hands on Twilight's shoulders, rubbing the place between her shoulders and her neck.

She stuck her tongue in her snatch. Twilight held her head there, "Yes! Yes…!"

They exploded over one another and were up in seconds.

They went downstairs for one of their latest kinks. Tempest got a huge bowl out of a cabinet. She jerked herself off. A huge gout of white goo filled up the bowl.

Both of them moaned as they pressed their nipples and poured the milk into the bowl.

They mixed them together, then poured them out into a large glass with a pair of straws. They smiled at each other as they drank from the same glass. “This is great,” Twilight said.

“Mmm… almost as good as getting it direct from the source,” Tempest sneered, leering at Twilight's tits.

Twilight rolled her eyes playfully and leaned back. Her breasts bounced a bit as she moved. Twilight paused, “Tempest…with all this equipment…I was wondering… Maybe we should have some fun. Some role-play. Perhaps…what’s that story, Beauty…”

“Beauty and the temptress more like,” Tempest said with a sly grin, “I think we can do that. Though perhaps without the first half. Just the ballroom, I take it?”

“Yes! Exactly.”

That evening, after setting up the main room, Twilight and Tempest split off to either side of the main stairway. They each found automatic walk-in closets.

"What to wear, what to wear…" Twilight mumbled.

There was a hum of magical energy. Arms suddenly came out of the walls. They took her gently by the wrists and ankles and brought her to the center of the pad in the center of the closet.

It was as if she had a dozen attendants. It felt so nice. First, they stripped her, gently removing her shirt and her skirt.

She found herself surrounded by mirrors. She could see herself now, her arms pointed out to either side. Her long purple hair hung down to the small of her back. She took in once again her new body. Her large breasts, her sleek and lithe form, her muscles under her purple skin. She was a head taller than she had been so many days ago. She gave a bit of a wiggle of her wide hips and thin waist. No wonder Tempest likes this. She certainly has a type. Powerful yet different. I wonder if she had a crush on Princess Celestia…

Then, a shower began. Less of a downpour and more of a mist. She was instantly drenched. She tried to lift her hair out of her eyes, only for her wrists to be restrained again. Her long, beautiful, and tidy hair was lifted without tangling or upsetting itself. Arms with sponges ran themselves up and down her body, roughly pushing against her. "Aah!" She cried out, feeling her skin shimmer in ecstasy. She felt sponges running up and down her sides and giggled as they crossed her belly. The machinery seemed to take the most erotic maneuvers possible. She gasped as one slid down from her vagina up her rear to the base of her spine. Then more rubbed her breasts together as a third ran between them. She struggled in their grip as they took her into a seating position. She felt herself immersed in liquid and opened her eyes to find herself in the hot tub, with foamy bubbles. Gently the arms pushed her down, setting both her limbs out to either side, and made her lean back.

They draped her hair over a rack which she rested her head against. Arms rubbed her all over as they went to work styling her hair. Her hair was like that of a goddess. It didn't flow like the one she had worshiped all her life, but in the material it was identical. They did her hair slowly and carefully, combing it, massaging it, grooming it. They put her through a bath. Her body was massaged, her hair carefully spread out, combed, and conditioned. She was naked and it felt so good. "Mm," She moaned.

Her hair was tied up carefully in a bun. A single large needle was put in place to hold the entire thing together. Soon, her arms were pulled up tightly against one another, leaving her dangling above a hole in the dais. It opened and a dress was pulled onto her. Slowly it slid up, up, up, over her wide hips, over her belly, and up to her breasts. Then it stopped.

"Is there a glitch…?" She wondered aloud, then yelped as it tightened near the top. She looked behind her, "A bow?" Sure enough, there was a massive bow being tied around her waist.

The mirrors returned, and she gasped. She wore a strapless dress. It supported her breasts, showing a vast valley of cleavage, and went no higher. Her shoulders and arms were completely bare. Everything from the small of her back on upwards was bare. A nice bow above her waist and rear completed the ensemble, as Rarity would say. Her hair was tied back in a bun.

She looked herself over in the mirror, and nodding with approval, stepped out of her room. She gasped with shock at seeing her partner.

Tempest's hair was combed down to one side. She had a nice tie and a sharp black suit. It was loose around her body, concealing her muscles, but just tight enough to show off her massive frame. She stood tall and proud, ever the part of the military commander. She inhaled sharply on seeing Tempest. The officer's purple face reddened and she coughed into her fist. Twilight smiled, and extended an arm, "Commander?"

Tempest nearly squeaked. She coughed again, "My lady."

They walked down the stairs together. The ballroom was empty, but there was no sense of loneliness. There was a sound on the edge of their hearing, and a sort of muffled vibe to the atmosphere. It was as if there were dozens of people just out of sight, but who had cleared the floor for the lovers to dance.

As soon as their feet touched the floor, music began. The pair looked at a phonograph they had set up for this purpose. Violins and string instruments began to play, with the occasional crash of drums.

Twilight's horn lit up. "You can sense it too, right?"

Tempest furrowed her brow, "It seems the house does more than just clean up. It even picked a correct song."

Twilight looked up at her. "You didn't know that? I was surprised by the music, but the house helped me get dressed!"

Tempest looked surprised, "I did this myself!"

Twilight smirked, "Well, I like it." She wrapped her arms around Tempest's neck, at arm's length. Tempest put her hands on her waist. Both mares flushed like crazy.

The music was a classic Equestrian ballroom dance. They waltzed through the ballroom together. Twilight's dress swirled around her. Her hands stroked Tempest's suit, feeling the warm fabric. Tempest lifted her arms. She ran her hands up and down Twilight's bare biceps and bare shoulders. She stroked the princess' bare back, making her shiver.

Twilight reached up and stroked her hair, and Tempest smiled. "My hair hasn't been the same. It feels so strange."

"I know what you mean," Twilight said, "You've felt mine. I feel like I got a treatment from whoever does Rarity's hair."

"Well, you've got more to work with," Tempest said. She leaned her head in, "I think you look better with your hair tied up."

"Only because you like to take it down," Twilight teased.

They moved around the room, simply dancing together. The music rose and fell. They could hear whistles and violins. The 1812 Hoofature was a wondrous piece, equal parts beauty, and violence, with their use of cannons as percussion instruments.

Tempest picked up and twirled the princess as the dance required, and Twilight took the lead as determined by the next step.

She dipped the larger mare, then brought them around to hold her at arm's length. Tempest yanked her close, clasping their hands together with their fingers interlocked. They put their other hands on one another's waists.

"Nice work," Tempest said.

"It's funny, I've never really danced like this before," Twilight said.

"You could've fooled me," Tempest replied.

Twilight blushed, "Well, I did read about how to do it."

"Of course you did."

Twilight was about to bluster something, then looked down at their feet. She gave her lover a knowing glance, "So did you."

They continued their dance. It was like no one else in the world existed. More than usual, that is. They were within their own sphere of love and affection. There was more than lust in their eyes, and deep down they both knew it. The music went low, a sweet sound tinged by horns that made it feel like they were traveling the countryside.

"This is nice."

"We've got to do this when we get home. The Grand Galloping Gala may be terrible but we could certainly dance."

"And how do you know about the gala?" Twilight asked.

Tempest smirked, "I've been through my fair share of galas. I know when one is of poor quality."

Twilight laughed. “It’s funny, I never expected this." She blinked then hurriedly added, "Our bodies have been completely changed, and I feel…so good.”

“That helps when you’re being mind-controlled.”

“If you think you’re being mind controlled…perhaps you’re not?” Twilight asked.

They froze in their waltz, still looking into each other’s eyes. A bright crimson began to glow on both of their faces. “No, obviously…”

“Of course we’re…”

“Otherwise we wouldn’t be…”

Their mumblings trailed off as they quickly stepped back into time with the music.

The music was building. The violins were getting louder, drums were lightly pounding. "Here we go," Tempest said.

They spun around as the music got louder, more frantic. They spun and twirled, Tempest lifting her mare into the air and bringing her down again.

Then, the legendary percussion began. A thunderous thoom filled the hall, followed by two more.

They swung back and forth as the horns and trumpets blared happily. Then the final percussion began.

Thoom. Twilight swung her partner around.

Thoom. Tempest lifted her into the air and rotated.

Thoom. She dipped her low.

Thoom. Tempest kissed her.

Thoom. Twilight kissed her back, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“How about we skip to the end?” Tempest breathed.

Twilight nodded.

Tempest lowered her to the ground. She forced her dress down, heedless of the snapping sounds. She ripped the front of the dress open and draped it across the floor. Twilight arched her back in anticipation, laying back.

Tempest sat back on her haunches and unzipped her pants. She yanked out her belt and tossed it aside. She pushed her pants, boxers, and everything down. She yanked off her boots and threw everything aside, or used it as a cushion.

Twilight gave a ragged exhale as Tempest massaged her breasts, making milk spill out of them as usual. She glanced down and tittered a tiny bit. Tempest looked down and realized there were two dark stains on either side of her chest.

Tempest growled then grabbed her collar. She ripped the jacket open, then her vest, then her undershirt. She bared her purple chest, letting either side of her shirt dangle. She leaned in and forced her breast into Twilight's mouth. She suckled, feeling energized as she pulled the fluid from Tempest's body.

Tempest moved back down and kissed her. Twilight pushed her tongue up, forcing her own milk back into Tempest's mouth. It was a unique flavor, not as good as Twilight's, but good enough. As they made out, their hands roamed one another's bodies. Tempest felt her love's bountiful curves and voluptuous hips, Twilight enjoyed her muscular sides and smooth rear. Despite her muscles, Tempest felt so soft at times.

She was so smooth yet firm to the touch, her skin stretched over magically enhanced muscles, a body recreated for strength and endurance, an Amazonian goddess. She towered over Twilight yet made her feel so safe. She had those piercing eyes, that distinct scar even in her new body, and hair that lit up the night. The imperfections of her horn only added to her beauty. Twilight wondered why she hadn't seen it before.

Then, her hands fell on Tempest's member. Twilight held it in her palm, feeling the ridges, and the head at the bottom of her hand. It was enormous.

Tempest opened one eye. Their tongues didn't separate but she reached down to Twilight's hand. She felt the smooth contours of her librarian's hands. They weren't smooth as she expected of a princess, they were modestly tough. A mare who earned her place in the world.

Her thoughts vanished into ecstasy as the impatient princess guided her member inside.

The next song seemed to mirror their love. Horns blew as Tempest leaned back, putting her hand on Twilight's shoulders and pulling her against her. The force lifted Twilight's generous rear, and she let out an "Oh!"

Tempest pulled out, then thrust again, "Ngh!"

Twilight's toes curled, her knees bent to either side. She could feel herself leaking all over the remains of her dress. She felt moisture leaking from Tempest's member.

Tempest thrust again, and again, as they fell into the new dance. It was an indescribable itch only satiated by contact, that only grew worse the instant a thrust completed. "Oh, yes…" Tempest hissed.

Their motions grew more frantic, more energized, almost keeping in time with the music. They gasped and wheezed, their hips rolling into one another like cymbals.

Horns and percussion timed with Twilight's orgasm. And her next one.

Then she felt it, deep inside.

"Twilight, Twilight…" Tempest moaned. Then she exploded.

Gushes of white-hot fluid fed into Twilight. She clung to Tempest as she was filled, each thrust and burst like a shotgun inside her.

Both felt her stomach inflating, her womb filling up with cum. They embraced one another as they came down. A little glow and tingle of magic signaled Twilight's stomach to absorb the cum and return to normal.

Twilight felt her belly, still with Tempest's member safely within her. She furrowed her brow.

Tempest hoisted the naked mare into her arms, then let one arm dangle by her side. Twilight was forced to hold herself up by holding onto Tempest's neck. She groaned as Tempest's member moved around inside her.

She sneered predatorily at her. "I'm gonna see how much cum I can cram into you. After I'm the perfect gentleman of course.”

She laid her down on the bed and slid out.

Her hand slid along Twilight's pussy. Her middle finger opened her gash and four fingers slipped inside. Twilight threw her head back, as Tempest went down on her.

XXXXX

The next day, they went about their usual morning activities and decided to get dressed. There was a bit of a breeze outside. Twilight wore a skirt and a tank top. Tempest wore a t-shirt tied across her breasts and a miniskirt.

After breakfast, Tempest went to read on the balcony. It wasn't long before Twilight plucked the book out of her hands and ripped the bra open.

She casually ripped the tank top with a finger as she straddled Tempest. "The savage look fits you better."

"It fits you, my darling."

"No, that's you." Twilight flipped up her skirt a bit, revealing no panties, and speared herself on her lover. She slowly slid down with a sigh of pleasure. Tempest groaned and pulled off Twilight's skirt. She held her hips and began to thrust upward. A lance of pleasure went through her pelvis, growing with every push. Twilight put her hands on Tempest's shoulders, grunting as she bounced against her marefriend's hips.

“Oh…oh…oh!” Tempest threw her head back. With every thrust, she sent cum into Twilight.

They lay back in the lawn chair. Tempest stroked Twilight's hair. The princess sighed happily as she laid her hands across her lover's chest, and her head on her shoulder.

“Mm, I was thinking today we should go and get our stuff from the woods.”

Tempest looked down at her. “that sounds like a good idea. We left a lot of gear out there.”

They had to get their gear from their shelter. They gathered up some jungle clothes they found in the house. Tempest had shorts that went to her knees, and a tank top. Twilight took a jungle-weight jacket, a dark skirt, and a pair of leggings.

As they passed through the trees, something happened.

There were hissing and whirling sounds, too fast to track. Twilight threw up her hands, and her clothes suddenly felt a lot more breezing.

Suddenly, their jungle clothes had been cut down to size, and transformed to bikinis that barely covered anything. Twilight’s hands leaped up to cover herself, “Whoa!”

“It seems the island doesn’t like us wearing clothes,” Tempest said with an amused smirk at Twilight’s reaction. She looked down at her skimpy outfit and shrugged. She ripped off her shredded panties and her bra, leaving her naked body visible once again. “How can you blush?” Tempest asked as Twilight went beet red. “We’ve been living like this for weeks.”

Twilight flushed more, “I…I…”

“Oh…did I find another kink in the fair princess?” Tempest asked. She put a sway into her hips as she approached, swinging her arms gently like she was on a runway. Twilight looked up as she stopped in front of her. She touched Twilight’s chin, “Well, it’s going to have to wait a bit.”

“Eh!” Twilight squeaked in despair as Tempest smirked, and turned away.

They made it to their former base. Even as Tempest lifted a box, Twilight cast a spell to transport their belongings without having to carry them. She sighed in exasperation, but shrugged, “Well, one fewer moment for you to admire the view.”

“Ah!” Twilight yelped, as Tempest walked past and groped her rear playfully.

"I think I liked it better when we were naked all the time."

“It did have its moments,” Twilight admitted.

"Wow, first bad weather since we got here. Aside from the rain of course."

“Let’s use that cave over there until the rain stops,” Twilight pointed.

Tempest peered into the gloom, “Use it for what?” She winked.

“Anything you wish,” Twilight said, flirting back.

They put Twilight’s clothes up to dry on some branches in the shelter of the tree. Twilight climbed into it while Tempest arranged the bikini to dry. “Whoa!”

“Twilight!” Tempest dove into the grotto, and was met face-first with the grotto’s secret; it was filled waist-deep with mud. On their old bodies, it would be even deeper.

On Tempest, it just came halfway up to her wide shapely rear.

"Oh, this feels so good on the skin!" Twilight said, "And its so warm…"

"It must be heated from the same source as the other ones," Tempest said, checking around for animals.

She realized Twilight’s eyes were on her. “Well, well, well, looks like we’re caught in here.” Twilight worked a sway of her hips, imitating Tempest. She walked up to her through the boggy muck and kissed her. She forced her tongue into Tempest’s mouth, and the larger mare held her close. Their tongues dueled for supremacy until Twilight felt her marefriend’s member hardening against her thigh. It didn’t take much.

Too horny to care, Twilight bent down, neck deep in the mud, and licked her lips. Her jaw opened and she went down on Tempest’s cock only to find it…”Chocolate?”

Tempest looked down, “What?”

Twilight licked the mud again, “It’s chocolate! We’re waist-deep in chocolate!”

Tempest channeled energy into her horn, “There’s a sanitation spell in here.”

"And…something else…" Twilight mumbled.

Tempest leaned back on the inclined plane as Twilight crawled on top of her. Despite how thick and rich the goop was, it didn’t stick to their hair, but it clung to their bodies like no one's business.

She suckled at her nipples. Tempest felt her boner rising up out of the chocolate and massaged Twilight's rear.

Twilight sucked on Tempest's breasts before a sweet taste filled her mouth. Sweeter than any milk so far. She leaned back and gasped. Tempest looked down and sat up. Whatever was coming out of her was brown. Twilight stabbed at it with a finger then sipped it again. "This is chocolate too!"

Tempest looked down and squeezed Twilight's nipples. A river of hot chocolate spilled out to join the rivulets at her waist. "Oh Celestia…"

"I'm lactating hot chocolate!"

Twilight squeezed her marefriend's more modest bust. Tempest inhaled sharply, as dark fluid squirted out across Twilight's face and chest. "So am I!"

"I love hot chocolate!" Tempest held Twilight's head as the smaller mare leaned forward. Rivulets of milk poured down her face.

Twilight slithered up and kissed Tempest, forcing her tongue inside. They shared Tempest's milky hot chocolate between them.

The implications of these changes vanished from their minds. The hot wet delicious fluid poured out of their bodies as a river, joining the chocolate below. They were soon coated in the stuff.

Twilight ran her hands up and down Tempest's flanks, rubbing chocolate across them. She leaned back onto the bank, helped up by Tempest's eager hands. She felt up her backside, squeezing the bubbly flesh. Their muscular bodies moved back and forth, an erotic dance they'd done dozens of times and counting.

Tempest's hand ran up and down her erection. Twilight grabbed it and started giving her a handjob.

Tempest groaned, and shoved her hands aside, "Move, I'm gonna…"

"Ooh, so soon?" Twilight tittered and batted her large paws aside. "Mmph!" She pulled on Tempest's waist and impaled herself on her.

They rocked back and forth, at a much higher tempo than usual. Tempest's eyes widened. She pulled out, intent on going for one massive push. Twilight squealed gently in annoyance.

"Errgh!" Both squeezed their eyes shut. Her massive bolts of cum coated Twilight with the force of cannonballs.

"S…sorry…" Tempest mumbled.

The cum-coated white-stained alicorn wiped her eyes free, "We gotta learn to pace ourselves!"

Tempest rolled her eyes, "You're not the one toting this thing around."

Twilight smirked, "Don't blame it on your equipment. You're the one who can't keep it in your pants."

Tempest reached down and felt the liquid sliding out of her marefriend. She simply raised her eyebrow.

As they got outside, they realized Twilight's clothes were missing. Again. Twilight looked into the chocolate hollow. Her horn glowed. “Discord, this has to be his fault.”

Tempest frowned. “Twi, I don’t know. This doesn’t seem like him. Mind controlling lovers? Even that’s a little far for him. He’s a bastard, but he at least gets consent for certain things.”

“But it’s chaos magic!” Twilight gestured. “I can feel it!”

Tempest nodded. She directed her magic field at the hollow. “There's definitely a signature in there that matches him.”

“Maybe it's an old experiment, maybe it's something else. I don't know. The point is, this has to be his fault!” Twilight squeezed her nipples for emphasis. She blinked and realized milk was coming out again. Ordinary white milk.

"Huh…" Tempest muttered.

"Well, good to know."

“Yeah.” Tempest nodded and looked around again.

“So someone used Discord's chaos magic to build this island, or at least change it,” Twilight said.

“So why would it give us all these clothes if it was going to tear them up?” Tempest asked.

“It may have something to do with intent. The machines can dress us up after all...” She trailed off. Tempest looked at her. Her boner was back.

They walked back to their base naked, covered in mud and chocolate, and a lot of their own fluids. They brought their equipment back, now with all the comforts of home. They showered and headed to bed. Neither noticed a blue streak far off in the distance, under the moon.