Can Misty Come?

It was not a normal night at the Crystal Brighthouse. Things had gotten way out-of-hoof. There was a wild commotion going on downstairs, and it was getting pretty loud.

Misty had been resting peacefully in her secluded bedroom upstairs, with the cool summer ocean breeze drifting through her open window, the light from the full moon painting itself across the foot of her bed. But now her sleep had become agitated. She tossed and turned unconsciously as the strange noises emanated from below.

It had only been a couple of weeks since she had finally rid herself of Opaline. Those life-changing events were already a distant memory now. Opaline was trapped in that tree forever, and for the first time in her life, Misty had no immediate cause for concern, and she slept with an ease she had never known. Up until tonight that is.

Tonight was the night everything boiled over, an inevitable consequence of a chain of events put into motion months ago. It goes all the way back to the creation of the Crystal Brighthouse. In actuality, the problem started eons before that...

Harmony magic...

It’s ancient origins unknown, possesses god-like abilities in a wide variety of skills. Of course, it has the power to kick-ass and take names, that’s a given; been saving Equestrians for thousands of years. And it’s nigh indestructible too. So many times throughout the ages, has all hope been lost, and its indomitable spirit resurrects like a phoenix from the ashes. And not to mention it’s unparalleled powers of perception. It can read the very heart and mind of a pony, and give even the worst among them exactly the right nudge to put them onto the path of friendship.

But of all the many amazing, showstopping, abilities the Power of Harmony possesses, there is one that has evaded its grasp for its entire existence. One that, if it found itself lacking in any of the others, may have long ago led to its early demise. That of course being its incomprehensibly deficient capacity for architectural design. Over the years it has produced some real stinkers. Twilight’s castle of friendship, the Cotton Candy Café, the Paradise Estate, all master classes in compositional failure.

And the Brighthouse was no exception.

Sure, it was a functional building, bathrooms and laundry rooms, kitchen and storage, all placed in sensible ergonomic locations. A central elevator was awkward, but entirely necessary for the structure’s unique floorplan. And even though the color scheme and overreliance on glass were a bit garish, Equestrians don’t seem to mind.

But for this ghastly edifice, this real turd of an erection, for reasons beyond all pony comprehension, the Power of Harmony decided to make a quadripartite open floorplan of bedrooms all facing directly toward one another, not a single wall in sight.

Privacy may not be the biggest concern in Equestria. Clothing has always been optional since the dawn of time. But still, ponies do have needs. And while in open public, things like itching and scratching ‘sensitive’ areas, and for stallions the occasional dropping, are perfectly acceptable, sexual matters are generally expected to be private affairs. Not for any sort of cultural shame. If two ponies wanted to go at it raw in the middle of a crowded market square, they may get some bemused looks thrown their way, but for no more reason than the obnoxious calling of attention to ones self. So some privacy has always been necessary, even for an ever-nude horse, and that’s the way it has always been. This was the start of the problem.

For the first few weeks after they moved in, Sunny, Izzy, Pipp and Zipp politely refrained from pleasuring themselves. But as time wore on the tension began to build. Sure they managed to pop-off a few during a bathroom break here and there. But these mares led busy, coltfriend-less lives and there really was no better time and place to masturbate than in your own comfortable bed. This open space with every mare staring directly across from one another really threw a wrench into the regular routine with which they had been accustomed in their lives before the Brighthouse.

It was Izzy who broke first, for obvious reasons. The denizens of Briddlewood were generally more free spirited than your average pony, and Izzy was not a departure from that, in fact she was a prime example. On one night, after a particularly long day of crafting, as all the girls were turning in for bed she announced loudly to the room.

“That’s it! I can’t take it anymore. Everypony, I am going to masturbate, so deal with it!”

And she did exactly that. Everypony laughed and rolled their eyes, just ignoring her and went to sleep. They tried at least. Not a single one of them could actually hit the hay until all the wet slapping sounds had ceased. They were not expecting it, but the very next night, without even a word, Izzy went right back at it.

And so it went for the next week, they came home from work, they ate their dinner, played a few games, watched a movie, and turned in for sleep. And for about fifteen to twenty minutes they would have to listen to Izzy furiously batter her mare bits and all the sloshing, gushing and dribbling that came along with it.

Zipp started to get annoyed, usually covering her head with a pillow to try and block out the sounds. It didn’t work though, she could always still hear it. Especially the incessant whimpering. And it wasn’t the sound anyway, it was more that she knew it was happening. There are few things in Equestria harder to ignore than a full grown mare masturbating.

They all pretended it didn’t bother them, but their loins grew more and more jealous with each session of Izzy’s greedy routine.

The next to fall was Sunny. She slept right next to Izzy, giving her the most lethal dosage of estrus. Night-after-night Sunny would sneakily watch over the edge of her pillow. Unlike Pipp and Zipp across the way, she got to see the whole routine. While they just wandered off to sleep after the noise was finished, Sunny grew fond of watching Izzy’s cleanup regiment. Izzy would catch her emissions in a paper towel and then wipe herself clean leaving the mess in a trashcan beside her bed to deal with in the morning. She was close enough that for each of Izz’y sessions, the smell of mare cum would waft over in her direction until she just could no longer take it. Sunny started one night by covertly hoofing herself under the top cover. But by the next night she overcame her shyness and went fully exposed for all to see, just like Izzy do.

“Right on my Sista!” Izzy called out, announcing Sunny’s conversion.

With Sunny on her side, the war had now turned to her favor. Not to mention Sunny pulled out the big guns, as she liked to moan while she did it. Pipp didn’t even last for one more night. The very next day, not wanting to be left out, she joined in on the fun.

Zipp was determined to be above it all. She continued to pretend she was asleep while the three capped each night with their new indulgent hobby. To her credit she made it another week without succumbing, until she decided it just wasn’t worth it. She was getting wet and making a mess anyway. But when Zipp did it, she was silent and quick, not making a peep as she stealthily climaxed under the covers. The other three eventually caught on, as they would occasionally see a hoof pop out from under the sheets to grab some tissues from the bedside table. They let her have her secret, it was hotter that way.

This carried on for months, interrupted only by the occasional guest sleepover with Misty, or some special late-night Maretime Bay events. They got so used to it they started to spend their pre-sleep pleasure time just chatting as they stroked. Or sometimes they made a game out of it to see who could cum the fastest. Zipp, being the fastest, would always win and call it from under the covers, the only time she would ever break her ruse of “unconcerned sleep”. Everypony laughed when she did. It was funny every time.

Their routine even continued after Misty moved in. Conveniently, her social anxiety led to her sleeping upstairs secluded away from everypony else. Their deviant house tradition didn’t even skip a beat. And over the next couple of weeks, nighttime-playtime continued to escalate.

All the way up until tonight.

On this night, things took a turn.

It started out in the normal way. As usual Izzy was already in her bed stroking away before everypony else. Zipp was comfortably tucked away, hidden from view, waiting for everypony else to get started, otherwise she would finish too early. Sunny and Pipp were still preparing their beds, chatting with one another about obnoxious customers they had both had that day.

While Pipp was setting up her masturbation-station, organizing her assorted bottles of scented lube and posh brand-name ultrasoft tissue wipes from Zephier Heights, she noticed that Sunny was already beginning to leak from her backside. Feeling extra frisky tonight, she got it in her mind that she was going to help her out with a more hooves on approach. Pipp grabbed one of her tissues and snuck up behind Sunny, holding a hoof to her mouth signaling for Izzy not to say anything while she did. Izzy acknowledged with her eyes and smiled as she watched her soundlessly creep up. As sunny was concentrating on rearranging her pillows, Pipp spoke up from right behind her.

“Let me get that for ya!”

Before Sunny could react, Pipp reached out and goosed her with the tissue straight up inside her vulva, pushing in just hard enough to cause a little playful pain.

“Hehe, Hey!” Sunny yelped.

She whipped her head around to see Pipp standing there holding a damp wad of tissue paper, and a big stupid grin on her face.

“Why YOU!”

Sunny spun around and reached out to pinch her in the vagina in turn, but Pipp fluttered off into the air before she could get her.

“Haha! Get back here... Don’t make me turn into the alicorn”

Sunny chased Pipp around the room while she flew backwards just out of reach. They made a full circle around the central elevator until Sunny tripped over her own bed while she was too distracted looking up as Pipp flew over it. Seeing an opportunity to taunt her further Pipp flew down to goose her a second time. But as soon as she got within reach, Sunny flipped over onto her back and grabbed her tail, keeping her from getting back there. She wrapped her back legs around Pipps chest and pulled her down to the bed. Pipp fluttered her wings to no effect as they both wrestled with each other, fighting to prod each other’s sensitive bits. They now engaged in a strange kind of competition. Each freed limb was countered with another before either could get the upper hoof. They struggled laughing and grunting as they went, until they found themselves locked in a stalemate belly to belly, face to flank, face to flank. Pipp tried to wiggle her arms free, her goal right there in front of her face, but she could not get them past Sunny’s strong hind legs wrapped around her neck. With only one option available, she went for it. Pipp buried her muzzle right between Sunny’s labia and licked as deep as she could go. Sunny instantly let go, her legs straightening out, as a shiver ran up her spine. A warm gush of clear lube quickly followed as Pipp lapped it up.

“Auuughhhahhhahhh!” Sunny called out loudly as she lost control of her limbs.

“Gotcha!”

Pipp looked back at Sunny as she regained focus. Sunny smiled back at her from over the side of Pipp’s little plump rump.

“Oh, did you? Because I don’t think I really felt anything”

“Really?! OK then”

Pipp submerged again, this time deeper. Sunny shrieked out involuntarily. Izzy looked on and laughed as she continued to rub herself, having not let up this whole time while spectating. Suddenly an ominous shadow fell over her. Izzy looked up to see a very imposing Zipp hovering directly in front of her bed with a trail of wet running down her left thigh. Izzy’s smile faded as she momentarily stopped stroking. If Zipp had finally emerged that meant this was serious.

“You! On the floor now!”

Zipp spoke with an unsettling calmness, with a deadly serious expression to match. The look of a mare who was not going to be outdone by her sister. And the look of repressed horniness.

“Pfft! Please, you think you’re big enough to take me”

“Get out of that bed and find out”

Izzy’s instincts told her this wiry little pegasus wasn’t messing around. She slowly slumped off the bed and onto the ground, making sure not to lose eye contact the whole way. Zipp went in for the pounce and tackled her to the floor.

Things started to get very loud... And wet.