Chapters [Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure
Prologue: A Magical Mystery
A dazzling gem balanced precariously on the edge of her white hoof. It was one of the few things in life worth getting dirty over. After all, the procurement of gems was a crucial part of dress logistics. And what could be more beautiful than a shining array of those bedazzling breath-takers? Rarity let out a squeal. The earthly scents of the tunnel assaulted her, legs clenching as she bit her lip in anticipation. Exciting . The suffocating dirt aroma, as if she were being smothered. In fact it was very similar to another musky smell…
Rarity shot out of bed. The familiar smell of smoke hung in the air. Luxurious silk sheets cascaded off of her as she galloped downstairs.
“Sweetie Bell,” The pale pony panicked, imagining the boutique was burning down, “What are you doing?”
“I- uh, don’t know what you mean sugarcube,” a southern drawl came from the kitchen, “When I got in here it was like this.” Applejack hoofed toward the dark cloud out in the foyer. A sizzling patch lie burned into the rug. The source of the smoke.
“Oh Ahhh-pple-jack,” Rarity chided, even though the southern bell had done nothing wrong, “I’m sooooo sorry, I don’t know how that happened. Give me just a minute.” Rarity illuminated magic around the cloud and moved it to an open window.
“Hey, why didn’t you get out early and fix up some weather Rare’?” Applejack asked disapprovingly.
Rarity didn’t answer. She couldn’t remember why she hadn’t been excelling at her job recently. Maybe it had something to do with her dreams. They had been so vivid she though. It was as if she had been living a second life as a dressmaker, like Applejack, only she continued to wake up disappointed, each time finding that she was still Ponyville's weather pony.
Perhaps that was why her and Applejack were such a good friends. Both of them worked seven days a week to the benefit of others. Both of them were generous and well intentioned, that obviously demonstrated by Applejack who had been letting Rarity stay at her boutique. And since Rarity wasn't a pegasus, it was rather inconvenient for her to find appropriate accommodations . Rarity decided she should show a little gratitude.
"Rare'?" Applejack prodded, trying to bring the unicorn back from thought.
Rarity snapped out of it. "I don't know but-," and she said this trying to be as playfully seductive as possible, "I'll try to make it up to you later, mmmkay?"
"Weather ain't just for me you know..." sighed Applejack. At the remark Rarity felt a little hurt. It was so uncouth to point out the purple mares selfishness in accidentally sleeping in.
Ah, Applejack. Rarity returned to her musings. It had been so nice having a friend to come home and complain to. Somepony who was always so supportive. Always trying to bring out the best in others. Rarity wondered what she could possibly do for her friend. Such troubles constantly the burden of an altruistic equine like herself.
Maybe we could be more than friends? the idea popped out of Rarity's subconscious. A fleeting look at Applejack’s toned thighs and brutish tail, the kind of build perfect for a good buck after a stressful day. Applejack was decidedly the second thing worth getting dirty over.
Stop it Rarity, you’re a lady… the opal equine brushed the thoughts from her mind once more. Perhaps some fresh flowers or a treat from Sugarcube Corner would do. The lightning bolt cutie mark shown off her backside as she turned to the door, not wanting to think too much about the task ahead.
“Well then, I guess I’ll get started now,” Rarity said not expecting a response from Applejack, pincushion in mouth, already starting work on her latest design, “I’ll see you later dear.”
Rarity trotted out into the afternoon sun. Considering the forecast had called for rain, she was sure that there were already many disappointed ponies. Pinkie would be furious if her apples didn’t get watered. And Rarity was sure that other ponies would be too. Shooting a blue aura into the skies, Rarity began to prepare a storm.
“Rainbow Dash, that’s not funny!”
Rarity heard a voice protest over the start of her deluge. A rouge cloud seemed to have gotten a certain purple unicorn thoroughly soaked.
“Oh terribly sorry darling,” she called back to her friend Twilight, “I’m afraid I’m- I’m not very good with the thundery ones.”
The surprised look on Twilight’s face alerted Rarity that something beside the weather had gone wrong. Very wrong.
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“This is bad. This is very, very bad!” Twilight said to her assistant, crashing in the door to her library in a rather dramatic fashion. “I never suspected last night that the spell had actually worked.” The brief glimmer of excitement over having been able to cast such a difficult spell dissipated quickly. “But Celestia said that even Starswirl the Bearded couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the spell. Which means that if it did work,” Twilight bit down on her hoof, “then there’s no counter spell.”
She trotted over to the Elements of Harmony. The instruments that could be used to channel the most powerful magic in the universe. Its connection to Twilight and her friends had allowed this to happen. Each Element of Harmony had been randomly reassigned to a different pony in the group.
“They’re all messed up,” Twilight said acknowledging the changes, “and now that my friend’s destinies have been changed, they’re not who they're supposed to be anymore!”
“Maybe they like who they’ve become. Maybe they’ll get used to their new lives.” Spike suggested, trying to be reassuring. But even he didn’t even believe his words.
“Oh Spike,” cried Twilight Sparkle in despair, “what have I done?”
Lying down on her bed, Twilight decided that she needed to take some time to think about what had happened. Things were always better when she took a chance to clear her head. And who knows? Maybe after resting a bit, the answer would come to her. She didn’t hold out much hope though. After all, if Starswirl the Bearded wasn’t able to figure out how to control the spell, what chance did she have?
“What have I done?” Twilight repeated, closing her eyes. Perhaps the next time she opened them, everything would be back to the way it was supposed to be.
“Twilight Sparkle,” a gentle voice called.
Twilight awoke. Her body floated, suspended in a void of black. It was as though she had been transported to the edge of the galaxy. She didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but the implausibility of her situation alerted her to that possibility.
“Twilight Sparkle,” the same voice again.
“L-luna?” Twilight was still unsure where she was, but guessed at the origin of the voice.
“Yes, it is Us, the Princess of the Night. We have come to you because we sensed your distress Twilight Sparkle.”
“Uhhh, now is not a good time Luna. I have a lot on my mind. I really need to figure out how I can help my friends.”
“But you are our friend Twilight Sparkle. And we have come here because we wish to help you as you have helped us in the past.”
“I don’t think-”
Twilight was cut off however as the Princess of Dreams walked her body into the younger mare’s. The princess's soft body hairs caressed Twilight's own. At first Twilight assumed Luna was offering a well meant hug, but the Goddess continued past an initial hug, till her long reach brushed against Twilight’s cutie mark. The action surprised the young unicorn, as she was not accustomed to being this close to another mare. The proximity of the two ponies made every action so... intimate .
“Yah!” Twilight twitched, electricity coursing through her body. She wished the Princess would withdraw her hoof. Alarmed, it stayed, producing another sensation, Twilight's body heat incremented as a result. Nervous jolts shot up to her brain from the places where Luna touched her. Something she had once heard about endorphins and dopamine flashed in the unicorn's mind. A heavy musk filled Twilight’s nostrils. It indicated a need. A need all mares had hardwired into them. The desire to breed . And though there were no stallions present the feedback Twilight was receiving from her stimulation made Luna seem… attractive?
“Come my little pony, there is much, much more to magic than that of friendship. You have a lot to learn and my sister is not the only one who can teach.”
The alicorn moved Twilight magically, rotating her onto her back. Twilight felt unusually embarrassed, even though she typically walked around naked all the time. But it was a very compromising position. Obviously she felt a little vulnerable as a result. And very hot.
“P-p-princess…” Twilight protested briefly before feeling Luna’s warm breath near her crotch.
“Do not worry Twilight Sparkle. Our time on the moon has given us plenty of time to become familiar with the desires of a mare. We know you will enjoy this.”
Twilight Sparkle wasn’t exactly sure what Luna was implying, but had an idea. Again she felt a fire emanating from between her legs. A warm tongue met the element of magic’s posterior as it traced the cleft between her buttocks, giving the Princess of the Night an ample taste of Twilight’s flavor. Juice trickled down Twilight’s yawning desire to her anus, but Luna caught it, and guided it back to its point of origin, placing her tongue into Twilight’s marehood. The oral appendage squirmed, stimulating the deepest recesses of Twilight’s sex. Luna’s tongue lolled in and out, forcing itself between Twilight’s labia, churning her pussy and deftly painting Twilight's sweetness around her purple thighs.
“Ahh… LunAHhh,” Twilight couldn’t control herself. The combination of their wetness’s slopped from one to the other, exchanging liquids between their anterior and posterior mouths respectively. Twilight’s pussy began to demand as much stimulation as possible as Twilight reached down between her thighs to use her hoof and draw the Princesses’ muzzle deeper inside of her. Surprised, Princess Luna resisted, breaking her concentration to address Twilight.
“Your body is very honest,” Luna said smiling, traces of Twilight’s honesty dripping off of her face, “and I think you are ready for something more.”
Twilight twitched in anticipation as she saw Luna ready for another go. Her marehood now begging to be stirred, juice flowed out unabashed. However this time, rather than going face first, Luna lowered her head further, lining her horn up with Twilight’s desire.
"Ooooohhhh," a moan came from between the two ponies. The horn entered Twilight.
A few times Twilight had privately explored her body. Clopping, she knew, was a natural thing that all ponies did. In her first heat, she remembered rubbing her marehood against different objects, trying in vain to pleasure herself, or “get off” as some ponies called it. Once she had mastered the unicorn art of levitation, she began probing herself with more ergonomically designed objects, pushing the heights of her pleasure further. But never before had Twilight taken in as much girth and length as the rod that now entered her. She heard ponies orgasmed when they felt really good, but she never really had much experience with the feeling herself. Twilight imagined that if it was true, she was close. Very close.
Oozing out more wetness Twilight groaned again, grinding her hips in desperation as a surge rose up within her.
“Oh Luna, I- I think I’m-” Twilight couldn’t muster the last few words as her pussy clenched, gushing all over the Goddesses’ horn. With the release Twilight continued to buck up and down in an attempt to force more pleasure from her loins. Luna, withdrawing, carried a strand of mare juice with her, which had loosed itself from deep within Twilight's vagina. It carried Twilight’s powerful scent into the air, as the cum seeding the front of Luna dripped off her horn.
“Very good Twilight Sparkle,” the Princess cooed licking her lips, “hopefully this exercise proved useful in alleviating some of your stress.”
Then, without so much as a goodbye, the dream ended.Twilight found herself lying on her own bed once again, forced awake from the power of her arousal and panting heavily. Had the whole thing really just been a dream? The mare of magic still felt tremors move up and down her spine, her body remembering what it had experienced. Attempting to move, she caught on her sheets, a silvery trail of love tethering her rear to the pooling shame on the bed. The imprint of where her hooves had caught as she forced herself upon the sheets was still visible. At the very least, she did feel less stressed. Cleanup was in order though, before Spike noticed.
While the whole ordeal kind of made Twilight’s head spin, she never felt so alive. So feminine. So, her . Suddenly, she realized it.
“I know how to save my friends.”
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Chapter 2: Once Flustered, Twice Shy
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Air escaped the mouth of the whoopee cushion. Simulating the hilariousness of a real fart, Fluttershy expected it to elicit a few laughs from the ponies in attendance. None came however. Not even a cursory laugh due to her awkwardness at trying to replicate what she believed to be humorous. Sometimes Fluttershy wondered why she got out of bed in the morning. Why she even had a cutie mark in the first place. She wasn't outgoing. She didn't like to be the center of attention. And typically she was the death of a party, not the life of one.
These thoughts led Fluttershy the platform before her. A pink hot-air balloon waited, as if it had been plucked straight off her emblazoned backside. It would take her back to the haven of Cloudsdale, away from the partying Ponyvillians. Sure she would miss her friends, but she knew that they would get over it. Or, at least she hoped they would get over it. Best case scenario maybe they wouldn’t even notice that she was gone.
“Fluttershy,” a voice called to the pink mane-ed mare with a yellow coat, “what are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” mumbled Fluttershy, hoofing the ground dejectedly, “I just don’t feel like I can make people smile anymore. So I'm leaving. I mean, what use could there be for a pony like me anyways? I'd be better off in Cloudsdale where I won't disappoint so many ponies.”
“Stop moping. I need you for something Fluttershy,” Twilight said ignoring her friend's complaints. “Come down here right now.”
Fluttershy hesitated a minute. She was so sick of doing party things for party ponies. In the privacy of her mind, Fluttershy hoped Twilight wasn’t about to ask her to help throw a party. Though, if she was, Fluttershy probably would have conceded to he request. Friends help friends after all.
“O-okay Twilight. What is it that you wanted?” said Fluttershy.
“I need you to come with me to the library immediately,”
“What for?”
Unprepared to answer, Twilight stammered, “An- um, um… experiment.” Honestly a semi-legitimate excuse.
The purple mare blushed at the deception. A fantasy of her taking advantage of Fluttershy popped into her head. Before this she had never realized how large Fluttershy’s breasts were. Or how the pegasus's yellow flank bulged juxtaposed to her petite frame. Impressive .
“Come on Fluttershy, let’s go.”
The two friends entered the library and the element of magic could hardly contain her excitement. Obviously, she wanted to see if her theory was correct. Her friend would be back to normal after executing the ‘procedure’ Luna had demonstrated. But Twilight also couldn’t see the harm in getting to pleasure herself as well.
“Don’t worry Fluttershy,” Twilight said, still giddy, “I have figured out a way to return you to normal. By using the power of friendship.”
“Normal?” inquired Fluttershy shakily perhaps noticing the lustful intent in Twilight’s eyes.
“Yes, normal,” Twilight repeated, “just do exactly what I say and everything’s going to be fine.”
The purple pony illuminated the windows and blinds, magically closing them.
Seeing this, Fluttershy voiced doubts again, “What exactly was it we were going to be doing again Twilight?”
“Having sex.”
At the mention of the act, Fluttershy constricted. Twilight took the opportunity to picture Fluttershy’s pussy clenching along with the rest of her muscles. Juice already starting to spill to floor.
“Lay down on your back, please, Fluttershy,” instructed Twilight.
“Umm, here on the cold, hard ground?” Fluttershy asked, confused, but didn’t disobey.
“Yes,” prompted Twilight, “right here in front of me.”
“O-oh, okay,” Fluttershy squeaked.
Seeing the meekness of the pegasus Twilight pondered her role reversal. She imagined it must have been similar to what Luna experienced dominating her. Laying down, the yellow mare turned belly up towards Twilight. The unicorn definitely took pleasure in the feeling of control she now had. It was much like conducting an experiment. All Twilight had to do was follow that procedure that had been outlined for her.
So the process began.
First, Twilight rubbed her hooves between Fluttershy’s folds trying to gain access to her friend. The yellow pony quivered, mashing her legs together to prevent further intrusion.
“Hey loosen up Fluttershy,” Twilight grumbled, “This isn’t going to work if you don’t cooperate.”
Not saying anything back, Fluttershy acquiesced to her friend’s demands, allowing Twilight to use her hooves to spread Fluttershy's haunches. Twilight gazed into her friend. Looking at another pony’s marehood, how naughty… Saliva pooled around Twilight’s tongue anticipating the act to come.
Slowly, delicately, Twilight lowered her mouth onto Fluttershy’s vagina. A pronounced taste lingered there. Saltiness from the day’s labors, the natural sweetness of the pegasus’s cum, a light bouquet wafting off her tail; some scents from the places she had traveled that day. The distinctive flavors gave an identifying taste, something uniquely Fluttershy. Little hairs slightly matted, but of a fine quality, surrounded her most private place. They tickled Twilight as she attended to her friend. Sensory overload, Twilight loved it.
Pink tongue racing again across Fluttershy’s slit, Twilight attempted to simulate the pleasure she had felt earlier. And, in attempting to do so, Twilight found her own marehood had awoken. Her loins radiating a comfortable heat, she raised her tail instinctively, displaying a primal desire to be entered. She wanted it bad. It was hard to resist the urge to cry out her brother's name, the first stallion she thought of. A mental image of his pronounced member, flared, ready to rut her.
After several feverish minutes, Twilight stopped.
“Is something the matter Fluttershy?”
“No, keep going. You’re doing fine,” Fluttershy lied.
“Fine?”
As far as the magical mare was concerned, she had done everything by the book, save the horn-ing she had been shown. However, nothing seemed to be getting to Fluttershy. There was no mounting orgasmic pleasure.
“I mean, it’s nice.” Fluttershy sheepishly added, realizing she wasn’t convincing Twilight at all. “Ohhhh, yeah baby… just like that.”
“Fluttershy,” deadpanned Twilight, “I can tell that you’re not into this.”
“Well-“
“Just tell me what’s wrong Fluttershy.”
“No really, it’s nothing-“
“Seriously Fluttershy. This won’t work if I can't please you.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose-“
“FLUTTERSHY, HELP ME FUCK YOU!” Twilight demanded, exasperated.
Taking a deep breath, the yellow pegasus unloaded. “Well- your cunnilingus is awful, your breasts show no perk, the tonguing is way too rough, your lips are cold and clammy, you move your body like a dead fish, and finally- do you know what a clitoris is?”
Twilight stopped. The rapid fire of criticism ruining the mood.
“But don’t worry Twilight,” added Fluttershy reassuringly, “It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like doing it with other ponies so much, that’s all.”
Suspending the experiment, Twilight raised herself from the floor slightly embarrassed.
She had been clumsy. Assuming she would be as good a lover as someone who had been given a thousand years of trial and error? What a terrible hypothesis.
But, Twilight thought, racking her brain for a solution, if I can’t be of service- perhaps another pony can...
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After some prodding and instance on Twilight’s part, the two friends finally arrived at their destination on the edge of the Everfree forest. It was amazing how quickly former Fluttershy’s house had become disheveled. Grass overgrown, flowers wilting, the hen house falling apart; even the mailbox had taken up permanent residence on the ground. Rainbow must have implemented some new care-taking strategy, but judging by the noises coming from inside the house it sounded like it wasn’t working very well.
“At least the animals are all getting equal attention this way,” Fluttershy said, remaining optimistic.
“Rainbow Dash,” Twilight knocked on the door shouting over the din, “We’re here to see you.” No response. Honestly she did know why she expected one considering the ruckus.
“Maybe we should come back tomorrow,” Fluttershy offered.
“Oh-no Fluttershy, we’re doing this now.”
Twilight Sparkle magic-ed the door open. And, in doing so was greeted with a rather unexpected sight. Rainbow sat, hog-tied in a black kettle, signifying she would be the next victim of the food chain. Animals danced around her wielding forks and knives in a mock angry-mob. Explained a lot.
“Oh my goodness,” said Fluttershy, showing more concern for the animals than that of her rainbow mane-ed friend.
“Mmmghmmgff!” Rainbow Dash attempted to alert the other ponies through her gag, without much success.
“Can’t you do something about this Fluttershy?” the unicorn said unable to quell the riot through magic.
“And what do you want me to do Twilight?” asked Fluttershy, “I don’t really know anything about animals.”
“Just do something !” the purple mare pleaded desperately.
Fluttershy thought a minute. Somewhere her back of her mind she knew she could do this. For Twilight. For Rainbow Dash. Her friends needed her and she couldn’t afford to disappoint them. And with the orgy of animals that lay before her… wait that was exactly what it was: an orgy . The animals were communicating the only way they knew how, with body language.
She felt it. The desire to let go of her inhibitions, become just another animal. Seeing them act up like this was kind of a turn on anyway. It appealed to the basest instincts in all ponies, a reminder that all creatures shared the desire to reproduce.
Then, raising her tail, she let loose a hot stream of urine onto the cottage floor, signifying her intent to mate.
“What the… Fluttershy!?” Twilight said, incredulous at her friend.
The shy pony disappeared. Forgetting the need to be embarrassed because after all: she wasn’t making the decisions, only acting on her instincts. She took a deep breath, intoxicating herself with the musky odors permeating the room.
“Ahhhhhh,” sighed Fluttershy in relief, the hot stream slowly losing pressure.
Feral ponies didn’t have any use for language. Their bodies signaled their intentions. The yellow mare knew exactly what she needed to do in order to get rutted.
Turning around she put her face to the floor, near the spot that she had marked with her scent, and elevated her hindquarters, putting her marehood on full display. Tail flicking back and forth she wafted her desire around the room.
It didn’t take long for the animals to notice. Immediately they put down their forks and knives enchanted by this new mare.They converged on Fluttershy’s position intent on giving her what wanted.
The first thing Fluttershy felt was tickling at her hooves. Looking down, she was greeted by some of her smaller furry friends. Mice, voles, and a variety of other rodents furiously squirmed at the alcoves in the back of her hooves. Their desperation trying create new orifices futile, but not unwanted.
Now having ascended her posterior, a weasel sniffed the entrance to her sex. It timidly tasted the lips of her pussy, which dribbled a little excitement. Whiskers on his snout tickling her privates. She shivered. Unable to restrain herself at the stimulus, Fluttershy thumped her tail down on top of the creature, deciding for him that his head should be inserted into her rear.
Some chickens congregated underneath her form, clucking up at the pegasus’s teats. Her fleshy mounds bounced, nipples erect, luring their attention. Beaks pecked at her flesh, the little pinches washing over her both pleasure and pain. The action elicited a moan from the shy pony as she vocalized her satisfaction.
Curiously, Fluttershy also felt a tightening around her torso. A large snake had descended from the ceiling and wrapped its body around the overwhelmed mare, squeezing her in its coils. Feeling a mounting heat growing inside of her, the fact that she could now hardly catch her breath slicked her nethers even further.
Building towards climax, Fluttershy began to hump her body against the air, wishing for a resistance that didn’t come.
It was then she noticed the bear.
A large brown bear stood before her. It sniffed at the place Fluttershy marked, pheromones rising from the puddle as he displayed his unsheathed phallus. Their eyes met, pony and ursa, acknowledging their desire for one another.
The bear took the opportunity to grab Fluttershy’s head in its powerful paws and shove its erect member into the pegasus’s waiting suck-hole. Fluttershy closed her eyes, submitting herself, bobbing her head up and down on the throbbing penis.The bear roared in approval, thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to get closer to the back of Fluttershy’s throat.
The pony gagged in surprise, which allowed her throat to tug at the phallus and milk it for its sticky sweetness. Fluttershy embraced the salty pre-cum drizzling out onto her tongue as it coated her oral cavity. Pleasing the bear, the thrusts continued in and out of her mouth shaking the pegasus back and forth. Mice squirmed at her hooves. Little red hen-pecks dotted her underbelly. Her marehood clenched tightly around the body of the thrashing weasel, allowing him to consummate her hole. It was at this point the snake sensed the mammals collective desperation, leading him to clamp down harder around Fluttershy, pushing the little mare further towards release.
Getting gangbanged she sucked even harder on the bear. Pressure building, it finally released as the creature emitted a triumphant roar, ejaculating into the mouth of the pony.
Warmed from both ends and having an orgasm literally squeezed out of her by the snake, Fluttershy also climaxed. Juice splattered everywhere. Flowing out her posterior, it excised the weasel and covered the waiting chickens underneath. The place where she had peed moments before was now layered with an even more pleasing feminine scent. What she didn’t swallow of the bear’s seed dripped from her mouth. Falling to the ground, as it mixed in a salty cocktail with her spit. She lowered her head to it and licked. Regret over having not been able to take the bear’s full load. Drained, the sexual participants slumped in satisfaction.
“Well that was a little extreme don’t you think?” Twilight addressed Fluttershy, the collective of animals noticeably more calm in a post-coitus state.
“Oh I don’t know,” said Fluttershy coming to her senses, “I think it was just what I needed.”
“So do you feel any different now?”
“Actually,” said Fluttershy, “I kind of feel like this is what I was meant to do!”
“Have sex with animals?”
“No. Well not entirely,” blushed Fluttershy. “I do remember that I should be doing Rainbow’s job though.”
“Welcome back Fluttershy,” smiled Twilight, relieved.
Their path now unobstructed by horny creatures, the two mares walked over to their imprisoned friend.Twilight removed the binding over Rainbow’s mouth.
“It’s about time!” said Rainbow Dash indignantly, but none the less happy for the assistance.
“Well it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. I don’t know what you did to get those animals so riled up, but we should get out of here before they decide to go for round two,” Twilight responded, trying to cover as much of her backside with her tail as possible so as not to send the wrong message.
“Ha-ha, yeah,” laughed Rainbow, “I didn’t know you where such a freak Fluttershy. Maybe I should have you over to take care of the animals all the time. Thanks though.”
The yellow pony nodded bashfully, “Y-your welcome.”
Climbing out of the cauldron, Rainbow Dash stretched her limbs on the floor and flapped her wings attempting to remove the stiffness from her body.
Suddenly a crash came from outside, drawing the ponies’ attention to the window.
The sky outside had grown darker. Or lighter. At any rate it was definitely either a nice day or a terrible day, Rarity probably hadn’t made up her mind yet. The wind picked up, battering the side of the cottage. Wood creaking under the force.
“I think Rarity might need your help,” Twilight said, putting a hoof around Rainbow.
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Chapter 4: Water Under the Bridge
Rarity’s patchy sky looked tackier than that woolen sweater she had, hidden in the back of her closet. One Hearth’s Warming Eve gift that would never be seen again. She liked the idea of weather patterns, but couldn’t execute a consistent one to save her life. After all, using the same pattern over and over again showed a lack of creativity. And Rarity was an artist, not a victim to cliché.
“Holy Celestia!”
Rarity looked back over her shoulder and saw her friends approaching. Twilight Sparkle, taking her teacher’s name in vain, wore the same disgruntled look as earlier that day.
“What’s going on here Rarity?” Twilight Sparkle said eying the erratic sky.
“Yeah I haven’t seen weather this bad since Discord took over that one time,” added Rainbow.
“Well I just figured with all the rain, we could mix it up a little. The same thing over and over again just gets so boooorrrring after all. Don’t you agree?” said Rarity in her defense.
“There’s mixing it up and then there’s that,” Rainbow Dash hoofed upwards, proving her point. Torrents of rain came down in some patches, snow in others, and the sun made for a rather arid afternoon in a few more. It was an unpredictable mess.
“I suppose I may have overdone it a little…” Rarity mumbled in forced admission.
While the friends stood by mocking Rarity’s handiwork, the mounting tempest decided to strike back. A lightning bolt loosed from the sky as the distracted Rarity turned just in time to the roof of the Quill and Parchment shop catch fire.
“Ooooohhh, now I’ve done it,” Rarity pouted, “I’ll be off the weather team for sure. I’ll be out of a job .”
“There’s no time to worry about that now,” prioritized Twilight who wondered why, out of all the buildings, her favorite had been struck, “we’ve got to put out that fire before it spreads.”
“True,” confirmed Rarity, “I-I suppose I could do that. Just give me a minute.”
Turning away, the weather pony went about trying to rectify the trouble, but Twilight could hear the opal equine thinking out loud: “Now how do I get the rain to come out of the dark ones again?”
“Rainbow,” called Twilight, realizing Rarity wouldn’t be much good for the current catastrophe, “can’t you do anything about those flames?”
“What do you want me to do?” Rainbow responded, “You’re the one with magic. Can’t you do something?”
“Uuughhh,” Twilight groaned, agonized by the fact that she was to blame for the inconvenience. “I wouldn’t be able to levitate a large enough quantity of water to put it out.”
“Actually, maybe you could use your magic,” piped up Fluttershy, “We could get a hose from my cottage and you could use it to funnel water through that.”
Genuinely impressed by her friend’s good idea, Twilight assented to the plan, “Yeah that would mean my magic only needs to supply pressure in the hose, which would take less concentration. As well as not draining my magic to hold the water’s weight. Or from its adhesion to magical fields, or...”
Fluttershy gave Twilight a knowing look. The element of magic stopped rambling.
“I’ll help Rarity control this storm. Meanwhile you and Dash get that hose before things get any worse.”
The yellow pegasus nodded. Breaking, the pony teams divided; the unicorns using their magic to calm the storm while the pegasai flew off in the direction of the Everfree Forest. The rest of Ponyville, obviously, decided to stay inside and avoid Rarity's terrible weather.
It was a matter of minutes before the pair of ponies arrived. Dash immediately spotted the head of the hose lying out in the front lawn. Snow fell around it; joining rain, hail, and blistering rays of sunlight on the list of mad weather patterns they experienced on the way over.
“Awww man, looks like it’s stuck,” Rainbow said tugging on the hose with her mouth. “Fluttershy, can you go check and see what the problem is?”
The yellow pegasus flew off to the end of the line.
“I just can’t seem to….” Rainbow fought to free the hose from whatever it was stuck under. However, in between pulls, she sensed something was off. The nozzle of the hose had frozen in her mouth. Literally.
“Dash, I’m going to turn the hose on to see where the blockage is,” the voice of Fluttershy came from around back of the cottage.
“WAIU, FLLULERSHY,” the rainbow pony attempted to warn her friend, but the cold metal held fast to the mare’s warm tongue. A rumbling was felt in the tube, though no water came yet. Rainbow watched in horror as Fluttershy searched for the kink in the line.
“Oh wait. Here it is,” Fluttershy mused innocently. Rainbow’s time was up. A torrent of water erupted into her mouth.
“Coughthhthpppt,” the pony sputtered, gaging on the load.
The water didn’t stop. Dash managed to divert some of it onto the ground, muddying her hooves, but the majority of it cascaded past her oral cavity and on into her gullet, blocking off her oxygen. Dash needed to breathe. Her body demanded oxygen. So her brain told her to swallow.
Dash gasped as much air as she could manage before being filled again, allowing more water to intrude her stomach. The rush of fluids hit her bowels, a shock to her system. It was so cold, and she was so… hot.
Why am I getting exited? Rainbow Dash wondered. Reacting like this was just wrong. She was drowning. Yet, rather than flail about in desperation, she accepted it. She wanted it. Because of the danger. The combined feeling of suffocation and her body being filled to capacity was more than she could bear. Her marehood winked, signaling her pleasure.
Water continued to force itself into every available space. Her stomach capacity was quickly outpaced by the sheer volume of liquid. Unable to eject it from her urethra immediately, her quivering belly distended. The pressure moistened her sex further. Dash turned up her hoof, poking her midsection in amusement.
It jiggled. Strange. Sinking a little into the bulging fat. It was a new sensation for the mare that had always rather modest features. Because of this her stomach appeared much more prominent contrasted to the rest of her lean body, sagging to give a Rubinesque shape. Dash’s eyes started to roll back in her head as she asphyxiated. Anxiety mounted inside of her coercing her into a state of euphoria.
“Rainbow?” the yellow pegasus shouted upon finding her friend. Dash had collapsed to the ground at this point and Flutteshy rushed to her aid.
“Oh my goodness,” Fluttershy said rolling the pony over and elevating Rainbow’s mouth to loosen it from around the spout.
To Rainbow’s surprise the hose retracted. In her desire, Rainbow hadn’t realized that she had actually been holding it in place with her lips, sucking greedily as though it were something more distinctly male.
Fluttershy began depressing Rainbow’s stomach, trying to stimulate breaths. And the end result of the CPR brought their mouths together in a kiss.
Dash leaned into the action as Fluttershy’s hot breath entered her. Surprised by the fake out, Fluttershy opened her eyes, but Rainbow did not afford her the opportunity to withdraw her face. Instead the multicolored mare trapped it in an embrace allowing water and saliva to be transposed from her mouth into her friend’s. Their tongues swirled around the new environment prodding one another. Motivating natural mating instincts.
“Rainbow, I- we can’t. Twilight...” Fluttershy broke away for a minute and attempted to explain. But actually she was getting really horny again. Especially after the ferocious rutting she had received earlier. It made her think that even Rainbow with her now soft figure and inviting lips… but no, she shouldn’t.
“Fluttershy, I need this,” pleaded Rainbow, wanting to blow off steam, “just a few minutes. I promise.”
Fluttershy sank her body into Rainbow’s new plush body. Yellow hooves squeezing the rainbow mare’s stomach.
Dash realized that she and Fluttershy were now actually a lot closer in figure. Their heartier frames allowed friction to build between the two mares. Consciously rubbing on one another, water continued to leak from the hose, slicking the bellies of the ponies. Little moans could be heard along with the sloshing sounds. Fluttershy’s sagging teats spanked against Rainbow’s rear causing a surge in pleasure as she grind-ed up and down. Dash began to pant, a pink tongue flopping at the side of her mouth, moving in rhythm with the two humping ponies.
“I-I want to be bigger,” said Rainbow, groping for the forgotten hose, still spurting.
She managed to maneuver the head of the line behind the two ponies. Then, moving her tail to one side she enveloped the faucet taking it into her anus. Her hole tightened around the length as Rainbow struggled to insert the object despite the running water. The enema gradually soaked her bowels relaxing her allowing the liquid to gush up her intestines into her stomach. Groaning, the familiar bloating sensation returned.The swelling Rainbow was at her limit.
“Fluttershy, I’m- I’m,” Rainbow bucked up and down, involuntarily, her vagina surging.
The yellow Pegasus responded in kind, the shluck shlcuk of the pony’s vaginas sucking against one another, pumping their respective loads into one another. Cum plastered the hairs on the underside of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash as the ponies momentarily stopped mid stroke to loose the pressure inside themselves through orgasm. Collapsing on top of one another the remnants of their actions wove between them as the pair kissed once more. Satisfied, Rainbow lost her paunch as she relaxed, emptying the contents of her bladder. The feeling of water escaping her, she found, was equally pleasurable. Standing up, the hose dropped from her flank, the previously trapped water pouring from her asshole.
“That. Was. Awesome!”
“Ummm, fair enough Rainbow,” Fluttershy said blushing and picking up the spent garden hose, “but we really should get back to Twilight.”
“We aren’t going to need that anymore,” Dash smiled confidently, proper cutie mark now in its place, “I got this weather thing in the bag.”
[Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure
Chapter 5: Art of the BDSM
After about thirty minutes, Rarity and Twilight managed to work the storm back to a reasonable size. However, just because it was no longer out of control, didn’t mean it wasn't still a problem. Fires and everything considered.
“I hope Fluttershy and Rainbow make it back soon,” worried Twilight, sweat beading on her forehead, attempting to magically smother the flames. “I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep this up.”
Reassuring as it was having Rarity there; the picky pony was a distant second to Twilight in terms of magical ability. And if Twilight went down now… no she didn't want to think about that, it just distracted her from what she could do. Interrupting, a sheet of rain flooded down from the heavens, quenching the Quill shop as well as Twilight’s concerns. She shed a tear, the parchment inside irreparably damaged.
“Rainbow!” the two unicorns shouted, elated.
Kicking, the pastel pony continued to strip the rest of the storm clouds from the sky. It was quite the relief to see the multicolored mare back in form.
“Sorry I kept you waiting. It took a little longer than I expected,” Rainbow said, gliding down to the waiting unicorns.
“It wasn’t a problem, thankfully,” said Twilight. “So I take it you’re feeling better now?”
Rainbow’s face flushed, voice cracking, “Y-yeah.” She stole a quick look at Fluttershy, who tried not to make eye contact.
“I see,” said Twilight, taking note of a familiar lightning bolt, now back in its rightful place. “That’s encouraging.”
“Well, I believe that’s quite enough rain for now,” Rarity interrupted sarcastically, trying to forget the mess she had just caused, “thank you again for the assistance Rainbow Dash.” As if Rainbow had kicked away the white unicorn's own personal storm cloud, a look of relief appeared, replacing the one of dismay.
Crisis averted, and with a new, sunnier sky in place, Twilight decided to continue the crusade. “C’mon everypony, let’s go see Applejack.”
Carousel Boutique looked like it had seen better days. Panels of wood boarded up the windows and tiles on the roof started to loosen. Other ponies would have assumed the Boutique was closed down, but the four mares knew otherwise. And a friend was trapped inside, living a lie.
“Applejack,” Rarity sang out as the doorbell tingled, “we’ve got company.”
A raised a hoof waved to the guests in an attempt to be cordial. “Well I’ll be, Twi, Fluttershy, Rainbow. What a pleasant surprise.”
The earth pony looked up from her work. Obviously she wasn't expecting company. Bags sagged under her bloodshot eyes as she slumped over her sewing machine, continuing to feed it fabric. Her disheveled appearance indicated she had been burning the candle at both ends. A look Twilight knew very well, considering the all-nighters she pulled for Celestia in the past.
Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy returned the hardworking mare's greeting with a nod, but Rainbow Dash pointed out the obvious, “Applejack, how are you ever going to attract any customers with your place looking like this?”
“What’d you mean sugar cube?”
“Really?” Rainbow said waving her hooves around the room before bringing them to a rest at her hips.
Applejack shook her head, “The looks ‘a this place are the least of my worries. Anyways,” she didn’t waste a moment, turning back to the sewing machine, “If I don’t finish off these dresses I’ll be late with another order. Something I can’t afford if I want to keep what little customers I do have.”
Seeing the patchwork on some of the dresses confirmed Applejack did indeed have her priorities straight. She needed as much time as she could get. But, even with unlimited time, it begged the question: could she really do any better? Not to many earth ponies were known for their dressmaking.
“Don’t worry Applejack,” Twilight said trying to console her friend, “We’d be happy to help you with your work in any way we can.”
Mentioning the favor, Applejack pointed to a stack of papers on her dresser, “If you wanna help I’d be mighty grateful if ya’lled take a look at those.”
“We’d be delighted,” affirmed Twilight.
“If ya'll want, you can use the drawin’ room to get stuff organized,” Applejack added.
“Girls?” Twilight beckoned her friends to the backroom. Secretly, she muttered a prayer. Hoping if there was such a thing as a fashion sense, it would guide them now.
Quickly, the ponies went to work. Fluttershy found some success sewing. Dash ran back and forth getting supplies. Rarity worked alterations. And Twilight directed the operation. After a while, Rarity turned to the others. “Did you see those dresses?” she hissed, “If her customers are expecting anything like what they asked for here,” she hoofed at the images on the sheet of paper, “then they’ve got another thing coming.”
“Oh come on, they weren’t so bad,” winced Twilight hoping that she wasn’t outright lying, “let’s just focus on getting these orders done. Anyways Rarity, I was hoping you could help with this particular design...” Twilight pulled a slip of paper out from the middle of the stack. The stationary detailed quite an impressive piece, one posted for use by PlayPony.
“Oh- my,” said Fluttershy.
“Damn, that’s kinky!” shouted Rainbow Dash ogling the nightgown.
“She got an order from PlayPony?” Rarity squealed in excitement, taking in the big news.
“It’s for one Miss Fluer-di-lis,” Twilight confirmed, “Rarity, think you’re up to the task?”
“Don’t you think that’s a little ambitious? Trying to work an outfit all by myself,” Rarity hesitated, unsure of herself, “I mean I enjoy high fashion as much as the next pony- well maybe more, but... I-I don’t know…”
“C’mon Rarity, you just said these ponies were expecting some spectacular designs. And I don’t think there’s anypony else here with as much knowledge of fashion as you. You have to try. For Applejack,” Twilight voiced in admiration.
Hearing those words Rarity remembered back to that morning. She still hadn’t recompensed Applejack for letting her stay at the boutique. It wouldn’t be very generous to not make an honest attempt at helping. And who knows maybe it would actually be fun?
“Welllll,” Rarity considered, “I suppose I’ll give it a try, but I’ll need a model.”
The ponies looked at one another.
“How about Fluttershy?” Rainbow suggested, not even making an attempt to cover the fact that she obviously didn’t want to volunteer. Silence, as Fluttershy made her way for the door.
“It’s okay, I’ll do it Rarity,” conceded Twilight realizing that between the tomboy and the perpetually shy friends of hers, the burden fell to her.
“Then let’s get you fitted dear!” Rarity said.
Rainbow snickered, “Have fun.”
Rarity ushered to one of the private dressing rooms and closed the door behind them.
In the new, smaller space, Twilight felt very self-conscious being on display before her opal friend. The fashion-ista looked her model over, observing every facet of her body. Not bad.
Rarity had never appreciated her friend in a purely aesthetic manner. The magical mare’s hindquarters were buxom, but curved in tight. Her belly showed a discernible paunch, though the minimal effort of “sucking it in” tucked away the problem nicely. It bounced slightly in sync with her diminutive breasts as Rarity commanded her friend turn. Twilight’s form was a surprising display of fitness, unlike many other mare’s would be had they chosen to sit in a library for most of their days. Pieces of the ensemble Applejack had started lay before Rarity. Seeing this made Twilight quiver in anticipation. Its design was rather… revealing .
Rarity used her magic, commanding the faux leather leggings up the purple pony’s haunches. The pieces rode the flesh of her legs until they ran out around Twilight’s crotch. Purposefully vacating that space to allow better access.
A saddle clipped itself under Twilight’s belly, tightening, allowing her only shallow curtailed breaths. What is that for? Twilight wondered. Mostly, saddles were vestigial in function. A nice decoration, but on some kinky outfit? It seemed out of place.
Rarity snaked a bridle over Twilight. Bit secured in place the straps tightened, reigning in Twilight’s mobility, her head now fixed into place. It was impossible to hide her shame. She began to drool on the bit, the need to swallow fighting with her reflex to gag.
Next, two collars floated around Twilight’s neck. Lashings were brought around from the back of the outfit securing collar, saddle, bit, and tail tie together. The traumatic combination of ropes and bridle were pleasing to Rarity. She could finally began her work.
“You look marvelous my dear,” Rarity reddened, “if I do say so myself. Now stay just like that.”
Ouch.
A sharp prick came at Twilight’s flank.
“Sorry, sorry. Just trying to sew up this seam,” Rarity apologized, deftly maneuvering the needle in a pale blue aura.
Her face pressed close to Twilight’s body, focused. She laid a hoof on the magical mare’s coat to steady her working surface. Twilight was so soft. And smelled pretty good too. Natural perfumes mixed in the air. Rarity was familiar with her own rich scent, but enjoyed it mingling with the hints of Twilight’s own arousal.Craning her head, Rarity attempted to get a better look at her friend’s inseam, placing it squarely between Twilight’s spread legs.
The needle wove in and out making slight alterations in the most intimate spots on the outfit. Rarity noted that leather on fur did not make for a very aerated design. Sweat dewed in the crevices where the leggings gave way. Much as the dressmaker lauded staying pristine throughout the day she couldn’t help but feel herself slip in the presence of such a physical expression of attraction.She extended her tongue. To touch. To taste.
Twilight adjusted her rear trying to get more comfortable in the form fitting clothes, unintentionally sending it into Rarity’s face. It was all the prompting the pristine pony needed. Rarity’s prehensile tongue flicked between Twilight’s buttocks, allowing its wetness to massage the spot where Twilight’s flavor leaked out. It was sticky and salty, glomming onto Rarity’s snout as she took a breath, inhaling more of Twilight’s aroma. A hoof drifted down Rarity’s posterior and began to stir her own marehood into a fervor. Body moving rhythmically back and forth in the tempo of sex.
“Mmmmmfghff,” Twilight groaned through the bit in frustration, unable to move her body as she wanted. The straps held her fast. Rarity took advantage of the opportunity, greedily burying herself in Twilight’s ass. Thick pussy juice getting everywhere coming out in cute little spurts.
Satisfied with what she had accomplished Rarity scooted herself underneath Twilight until she reached her head. “You naughty little filly, you’ve gotten me all dirty.” Then, removing the bit from Twilight’s mouth she instructed, “Clean.”
The purple pony responded immediately attending to Rarity’s delicate plot. Instinct told her to suck at Rarity’s clit trying to entice the anticipated stream of saccharine bodily fluids to erupt from the opal equine. Touching her tongue to Rarity’s butt made her appreciate the fact that the white mare enjoyed the finer things in life. Soft, silky thighs well groomed and shampooed to elicit a fine scent, hugged Twilight’s head. Kneading her face they pulled towards Rarity’s gaping orifice inviting it be filled in however Twilight could manage. Sinking into the feminine ravine, Twilight’s horn came to a rest between her friend’s prodigious breasts, squeezing its length between them to massage the gap. The mounds bobbed up and down jerking from the base the purple unicorn's horn to the tip. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her skull.
The two were at the climax of the moment, Twilight ready to burst from her loins. Cruelly, Rarity pulled back on Twilight’s harness, denying them both the satisfaction of release. “Nuh-uh-uh, we musn’t come too early now. That would end the fun too quickly. And we want to have fun don’t we?” Rarity said masochistically, placing a hoof under Twilight’s chin, their eyes level.
“Rarity I-“
“Shhh dear,” the dressmaker broke her friend off, “let Miss Rarity show you what two unicorns can do when they’re together.” Voice reverberating in Twilight’s ears, it penetrated her thoughts, as sensual as any lick could be to her loins.
Getting up, the pale unicorn concentrated, bringing a surge of magic to her horn. More straps fastened to Twilight, the binding her in place as they wrapped around her hooves. The blue light dissipated as another spell resolved itself somewhere in Rarity’s pelvic region. Allowing herself a glace, Twilight noticed a bulging sheath now presented itself there. A… cock ?
Rarity maneuvered to the rear end of Twilight. Upon receiving the wink of approval from Twilight’s sex the penis sprung to life, fully erect. Without hesitation, Rarity plunged her new member between the folds of Twilight’s buttocks. It didn’t matter anyway, Twilight didn’t protest. She was doing anything to get that large, pulsing male piece inside of her, scooting her ass into the best position so the pair could couple. Large as Rarity's rod appeared at first, Twilight's waiting hole swallowed the it greedily, happily drooling liquids in appreciation. Rutting back and forth, the engorged phallus slid in and out. Twilight spread her legs as wide as she could manage allowing her swollen labia to wrap around the rod. Her feminine juices washed over it, preparing it for the big finale. Sucking sounds resonated with the grunts of pleasure and appreciation coming from the two love-inebriated mares. Eventually the sex devolved into a rapid cacophony of humps one right after another in quick succession. Rarity grabbed the reins harnessed to her partner.
The grip allowed Rarity to buck her hips even harder. She increased speed, eager to see the mare before her wracked with orgasm. Pulling and pushing, grunting as she dove again and again into pouting pony pussy. In a final powerful thrust, Rarity plunged as deep as she could into Twilight, sheathing herself to the hilt. The twitching organ paused for a moment and then shuttered. Finally, it erupted in halting, quick bursts as Rarity ejaculated into Twilight’s rear.
Having her cavity filled, Twilight came herself, ejecting a mixture of their unicorn love from her hole. Breathing heavily, the two feel away from each other, their ‘equipment’ still leaking seminal fluid. “Hah…hah…” Rarity gasped, “Excellent my dear. I think it’s time to reward my little pony.”
Regaining her hooves, Rarity moved her curly purple tail out of the way of her awaiting slit. Its essence spat at Twilight, inviting her in. “You saw the spell before, yes?” Rarity asked, curious if Twilight could emulate the spell that had allowed her to effectively become male. She waited for the purple unicorn to make an attempt.
Twilight nodded and began using her own magic to illuminate a spot near her groin. Presently, a fleshy patch extended itself and grew to the full height of a stallion’s penis. Showing off her aptitude, Twilight made the phallus slightly larger that of Rarity’s as well as giving it a more pronounced flare at the tip. The new appendage started to leak pre-cum aware it was about to be given its inaugural trial. Rarity bent over, her curvaceous body elevated its posterior to catch Twilight’s attention. Which was admittedly, unnecessary.
“Mount me,” she commanded.
Twilight didn't disobey. She brought her hooves up to Rarity’s haunches, helping her angle the awkwardly sized member into her friend’s alcove. Head briefly stopping at the outside of Rarity’s swollen lips to tease the entrance of her sex. She whined desperately. Then, the white mare, using the last of her consciousness, summoned another blue aura. This time, it levitated the remainder of the straps lying around the room, binding the two mares to one another. Lashings crossed between Rarity and Twilight ensuring that there was enough room to move, but not enough for either of them to leave from the current situation. They were committed.
Slowly, Twilight started, pushing herself into Rarity’s folds. Then, pulling out, the wetness of Rarity's marehood sucked at the penis, coaxing it to release into her bowels.
“Harder!” Rarity shouted, taking two more leather straps in her magic, flicking them abruptly. They slapped against the ponies’ backsides creating streaking red marks of pain. Whippings continued, but seeming to spur the actions of the lovers. In tandem they bucked furiously back and forth, the pair lost in throws of desire. Pussy juice streamed at their thighs, cementing the connection between Twilight’s crotch and Rarity’s. Strands of cum glistened off of their fur mixing with the sweat brought on by furious, desperate humps. Drowning in one another, the two mares closed in on the final act.
Leather straps snapped and magic dissipated as the pair seized up, releasing their orgasms at each other. Fluids squirted from their respective gender. Twilight backed off, phallus sliding wetly out of her friend. Cum oozed from Rarity as she bucked a final few times, still trying to fill herself completely, not wanting to come down off her high. On the ground, they struggled to recover from their exertions. The sickness of so much sweat and love covering their bodies as they ramained motionless in an attempt to cool down.
Rarity was the first to break the silence. “Let us never speak of this again,” she suggested, not wishing for everypony to know her kinks .
“Sounds good to me,” agreed Twilight, trying to adjust her outfit as it was half falling off her. Leggings coated in pony love.
“Anyways, I think that will suffice for a test,” Rarity blushed, getting back to business. Magic-ing her mane back into a perfect curl, realization washed over Rarity as her cutie mark returned to her flank. “However I think have a lot more work to do if I’m expected to get my boutique back in order.”
Good. Rarity was back.
Sheepishly the two mares left the dressing room, satisfied and definitely more… familiar with one another. Picking up the materials strewn about the ground of her workspace Rarity organized spools, needles, and fabrics into neat piles preparing for the work ahead.
"Rainbow, be a dear and go fetch me some lace from that cupboard over there." Now back in her element Rarity began to truly shine. Prodigally she began to work on three or four different dresses at a time.
The fashon-ista broke from her toils, turning to Twilight. “Being a weather pony like that was such a terrible dream.” Rarity paused, seeing her mannequins adorned with Applejack’s handiwork, “And I think I’m still having it.”
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[Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure
Chapter 6: An Apple a Day Keeps the Incest at Bay
Rarity had her hooves full. Maddeningly, she spent a few hours churning out dresses, much to Applejack’s chagrin.
“Why Rarity, I had no idea you were so talented!” Applejack exclaimed, “If I’da known sooner I’da hired you on full time as my assistant.”
Rarity grimaced, a flurry of pins and needles shooting in and out of the fabric before her. She bobbed her head distractedly in agreement, “Mmhm, of course Applejack.”
“Hey, everypony,” the bell to the Boutique tingled, Twilight Sparkle had returned with a basketful of gems. “Can I have your attention for a minute?”
Rarity’s style was miles away from Applejack’s homely designs. The alabaster equine demanded more flair, meaning more time spent collecting rare materials. Rarity , it made sense. After all, what separates a designer’s fashions is in the name.
“There’s kind of a situation over at Sweet Apple Acres,” Twilight continued.
The droning noise of the sewing machine stopped. Nopony wanted to assume anything. Pinkie was notorious for causing calamity; she was rather inconsistent at her job. Baking apple pies, frying fritters, or making cider all came naturally enough. But sometimes the water main broke, or a fence needed fixing, or an orchard caught fire, again . Honestly Sweet Apple Acers would probably be better off if Discord were in charge.
Rainbow Dash perked up, happy she found an excuse to leave the boutique, “So you gonna tell us what’s going on, or are we gonna have to find out for ourselves?”
“I’ll just say Pinkie hasn’t really started her picking yet,” Twilight said.
“She ain’t shipped out any apples?” Applejack gasped horrified. “If they don’t get the first harvest out there could be an apple shortage. They could lose their contract, the farm-“
“Well,” interrupted Twilight before Applejack could go full tilt, “I’m sure we could do a lot to help. Why don’t we go pay Pinkie Pie a visit?” Twilight took a moment to wink and nod at her friends, assuring them of this foolproof plan to cure Applejack. It had worked for the rest of them, so why stop now?
“Say no more,” Rarity declared, standing up with a dramatic flourish even though Twilight was finished speaking. “Girls, we have to help.”
“Mmmkay,” squeaked Fluttershy ready to go along with just about anything at this point.
“Finally!” shouted Rainbow. And they were off.
Sweet Apple Acres came into view and it was mostly as Twilight remembered: red barn, shingle roof, white picket fence, a weather vane twirling indiscriminately. But something was definitely different, not that she could put a hoof on it. Maybe it was the skeletons of trees standing out in the orchards? Maybe it was the dilapidated look of the farm house itself? But likely, it was the absence of hooves striking apple trees. Red spheres cavalcading down into waiting wicker repositories.
“Uhhh, where is everypony?” Dash asked.
“Yer guess is as good as mine…” Applejack responded.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sound of a hammer echoed through the farm and Fluttershy jumped at the noise. Pinkie wobbled atop a ladder, hammer attempting to nail a new storm drain to the barn. And she was not having a good time.
“Oh grandma’s bootstraps!” cursed the perky pink pony, another swing missing its mark. This time the blow came down squarely on her fore-hoof. Comically, a red bruise appeared as she took it into her mouth to coddle the injury. Being an earth pony manual repairs were not always the easiest.
“Whoa there, what’re ya doing there sugarcube?” Applejack said, running to stabilize the ladder before her friend could end her bit in a pratfall.
“Trying to fix this darn water chute,” Pinkie fumed giving the gutter a hard smack, as though by doing so it would fix itself.
“Is that really the most important thing to be doing right now?” Twilight said sarcastically, shifting her gaze to the unattended orchard.
“Well it sure isn’t going to fix itself,” the pink pony pouted, demonstrating she at least learned that much from her foray.
Rainbow took the opportunity to fly up and grab the hammer from Pinkie. Fluttershy, on the other side, tried to talk the pink pony down, “Ummm, Pinkie? Don’t you think it would be more productive if we went to go pick apples?”
“Uuuggghhh, fine!” Pinkie fumed, “There’s so much to do around here it really doesn’t matter anyway. Let’s just do whatever.”
The concession allowed the pair of pegasi to return Pinkie to the ground. Being back in her natural state however did not seem to improve her demeanor in the slightest.
“Can we just get this over with?” Pinkie sighed, exasperated.
Bucking trees is hard work. Trying it once, Twilight decided levitating apples was more her speed. Rarity, repulsed by hard labor, followed suit. Colored auras filled the tree tops as the unicorns went about their work. Though, Rarity scrutinizing each apple she picked did bottleneck production. It also stands to reason that being a pegasus would be helpful in such a situation. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy easily harvested a couple bushels from the branches. Flitting in and out, hooves full of the sweet fruit until their payload dropped into the waiting vessels. Most demeaning though, was seeing Applejack out bucking Pinkie Pie. Earth pony against earth pony, the two of them the only ones not clued in to the cutie marks the situation. Pinkie could see by comparison that even with the extra experience, she was terrible at her job. The loss deepened her depression even more.
After multiple baskets had filled, Pinkie addressed her companions, “Alright everyone, that’s good enough, let’s get these to the barn. I’ll go call Big Mac.”
“Jeeze,” huffed Rainbow Dash in Twilight’s ear, “she sure is different when she’s not having fun twenty-four seven.”
“Let’s just focus on getting Applejack fixed for now. We can deal with Pinkie later,” replied Twilight.
“Don’t worry guys. I know its Applejack’s turn to have sex,” a voice assured them flatly.
“What?” Twilight said, assuming she misheard. Turning, the unicorn and the pegasus were greeted by their pink compatriot.
“I thought you went to-” Rainbow stammered.
“Oh don’t worry about that you silly fillies. I know this is the Applejack chapter. I’ll get my chance in the next one. Anyways Big Mac’s here so go take these baskets over to his cart.” Pinkie hoofed over towards a horse drawn (obviously) cart.
The two ponies shrugged it off as 'being Pinkie' and loaded their apples aboard the card. At least it looked like Applejack was having fun.
“Whoo-wee,” Applejack exclaimed, lowering her hind legs in one final motion as more apples tumbled down around her. “This apple-buckin’ stuff ain’t half bad.”
The big red stallion next to her responded with an, “Eeeyup,” pulling up his wooden cart, now brimming with product.
“So yer, Pinkie’s brother huh?” Applejack took the opportunity to strike up a friendly conversation.
“Eeeyup,” confirmed Big Mac.
“Well it’s been a real pleasure working with ya ‘n everything,” Applejack noted.
“Mmm-hmm,” agreed Macintosh. He was a pony of few words.
Being a clothier her entire life Applejack was amazed how the farm work seemed to come to her so naturally. Obviously, by body type she was less delicate than Twilight or Rarity, nothing unusual for an earth pony that didn’t have the convenience of magic. But still, making dresses and staying inside nearly every day? She must be blessed.
Health wise she really was an exemplary model of a female. And before her was the same, but a male. Usually Applejack was not physically attracted to a pony in the sense of being “smitten,” but as it were she had never laid eyes on somepony like Big Mac before. Rarity was right to have said all those things. The farm colt was sexy. The two of them sweat glistening in the late afternoon heat, muscles rippling under that shaggy red coat. Close proximity made her feel kinda funny. Her legs wobbled struggling to keep her upright. Maybe it was from the apple-bucking, but the dripping slit between back legs indicated it was probably something else. Unintentionally, she flicked her tail back and forth. Hoping maybe he’d get aroused as well.
“Say there Big Macintosh let me give you a hoof with those apples,” She said lashing a rope to the wagon to help him out.
Yeah, I’ll just offer some friendly help, the tan mare said to herself. Any excuse would have been fine really. Together they took the load down to the barn.
“Thanks for the help Applejack.” Big Mac said after they had emptied the cart. He knew her name. Her heart fluttered. Wow, she was a lot hornier than she initially thought.
“No problem there partner,” Applejack said, taking a moment to consider her next words carefully. Typically she was good at controlling herself, hormones be damned.
Ooohhh, not now Applejack, there’s no time for this. You gotta job to do she told herself.
All work and no pleasure. That’s how things always were with her. Never getting a break to relax and let loose. No, she was always stuck in the boutique taking care of other ponies’ needs allowing them to dictate her schedule. Today had been the first day in a while she had actually been outside. And well, consarn it, this time she was going to take care of her own needs! By now her heat had grown beyond mildly irritating. Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. One few mares could, as they were ill equipped. Usually they needed assistance .
Applejack turned to Big Mac who was still oblivious. One way or another now that the two of them were alone she had to get some.
“Hey is there anything else I can help you with Big Mac?” asked Applejack playfully.
“Nope,” Big Mac said pushing a final bushel of apples to the corner of the barn.
Frustrated with her inept flirting, Applejack was determined to put herself out there a little more.
“Are you suuuure there’s nothing two hard working ponies like us would rather be doing? You know, now that we’re done with work,” This time she brushed him with her tail, meeting his eyes with her own.
“Err, uhhh,” Big Mac stammered unsure how to respond. Boys were always so cute when they’re like that. He just needed some incentive. Verification it was okay from her.
“C’mon Macintosh,” Applejack pleaded, “real quick. We’re both adults. Nopony has to know ‘bout this except us.”
With that, Applejack took her quivering mouth and leaned into his. Surprised, the red colt’s lips parted allowing Applejack to slip her tongue over teeth and into his oral cavity. They licked against one another playfully, enjoying the dissipation of tension as inhibitions loosed. Sweet saliva strands emulsified between the ponies’ snouts tethering them to one another. Frantically they pushed against one another trying to enjoy the embrace of their tongues before Applejack drew back a little, luring her mate. Mac took the initiative. How could he not? From receiving such a sensual kiss the stallion already stood at full mast, ready to take her, breathing lustfully. Anticipating this moment, Applejack prepared to send him over the edge. To make sure that he would mount her and wouldn’t stop bucking until she had been properly seeded.
It was a technique she had seen before. Something encountered when doing research for Playmare. Backing up, she offered her hindquarters to Mac, gyrating hips to direct his gaze to her rear. A dexterous tail whipped itself around his neck and pulled.
Big Mac fell into the trap, face driven into the source of his desire. Shocked at first, he clamored for breath, which drew the inebriation of a mare’s scent into his sinuses. The stimulus hardened him beyond what he had though possible as his tongue turned itself on another of Applejack’s orifices. Mac licked the puffy mound between Applejack’s thighs digging in to get a flavor of her marehood. The muscles of her sex squeezed around his tongue mistaking it for another phallic object, but not disappointed. Pheromones enveloped the pair doing their job to spur the need for one another. Day’s labors had successfully seen to it that a heavy musk was permeating off each of them. One male and the other female, signaling consent. Obviously the aromatherapy was working.
Finally, Applejack had enough with foreplay. “Let’s go big guy. I wanna see what you can do.”
Hoof to flank, she separated her lips, pussy unfolding, its wetness inviting Big Mac’s member to take responsibility for what it had done getting her so excited. Phallus fully engorged, Big Mac nuzzled his rod against her opening. Its hood was large. The penis perched itself there, a plug on her folds, until he brought his weight down, forelegs wrapping around her body in the first thrust. Applejack let out a moan of delight. Exactly what she had craved. The burning sensation within her prompted the movement of her rear back toward Big Mac, trying to envelop as much of him as possible.
Humping in tandem, the sexual escapades escalated. Each thrust increasing the momentum, spurred on by the promise of release. At this point Macintosh’s rather obtrusive sack careened into his partner’s nethers, slapping between Applejack’s supple teats. The effect of its movement stimulated her swelling clitoris making Applejack almost forget herself. Her only desire a primal want to be ravaged until she could no longer stand. In a crescendo of thrusts, Macintosh came first. Torrent of sperm pouring out of his fire hose of a cock, it flooded into Applejack in an effort to extinguish her fire. For a twisted moment, the thought of a bunch of potential foals gushing through her loins trying to impregnate her, was more than Applejack could bear. She locked her legs and lifted her hindquarters trying to fill herself as much as possible. Sweet juice flowed out of her, slathering her mate’s member in white syrup the both of them had created.
Ejaculate slopped off of the pair they took a rest. The fervor dissipating from their bodies.
In the afterglow, Applejack couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something. One tiny detail in the recesses of her mind. Maybe it was shame over letting her instinct to breed get the best of her. She had allowed herself to get rutted by… rutted by…
“B-B-Big Mac,” Applejack shouted, “git off ‘a me!”
Red delicious apples returned to her flank as eyes widened in realization. Her brother. How could she?
“Applejack!” Big Mac retaliated, equally surprised, now trying to cover his shame, “I- it’s, uh, welcome back sis?”
The two ponies considered each other. Applejack, now replying the event in her head, felt a twinge of guilt she didn’t really have any regrets. Maybe Big Mac felt the same way? Anyways, that's what she hoped. And maybe Granny Smith was right: what happens in the barn stays in the barn.
“Aww man!” the voice of Rainbow Dash came from above as Applejack and Big Mac exited the barn bashfully, still rather dirty.
The farm ponies blushed, suspecting they hadn’t been very tactful in hiding the fact they had just copulated. The rest of Applejack’s friends had gathered outside the barn door as if they had been waiting for her there the whole time. Were they really going to bring up the whole incest thing?
“Feeling better now Applejack?” Twilight beamed, once again her theory proven.
“I guess you could say that,” said the farmer mare, hoofing the ground.
“Well,” Rarity commented, “that was all rather traumatic, but at least it’s over and done with.”
“Yeah glad you came back to us AJ,” insinuated Rainbow, breaking out in laughter at her own joke.
The girls, relieved, huddled together to share a reassuring group hug. Confirming that with their friendship they could overcome any obstacle.
However, it was Fluttershy’s quiet squeak that broke the revered silence. “Um, sorry to bother everypony, but does anypony know where Pinkie Pie is?”
Oh sweet Celestia
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“How could she have disappeared? She was right here!” shouted Twilight.
“Well you know Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy stated, “she is rather eccentric.”
“So now we gotta fix Pinkie, huh?” Applejack deduced. She felt rejuvenated now that she was back to her old self, but it didn’t hide the shame any. Silently, she thanked Pinkie for distracting them with a new problem rather than having to discuss what left her and her brother so heated coming out of the barn.
“I can go get her,” said Rainbow, preparing to vault skyward and reign in Pinkie.
“But she could be anywhere by now,” whined Rarity.
True. Pinkie was suspiciously elusive for an earth pony. As well as being a self-proclaimed twelve time hide and seek champion. However, the pink pony had a glaring weakness. Even in her addled state Pinkie was still ‘Pinkie.’ There was need for a plan. Luckily, that was Twilight Sparkle’s forte.
“We’re going to Sugarcube Corner.”
The five friends presently made their way to the confectioner's, presuming that the perky pony would inevitably present herself.
“Hey,” Rainbow Dash thought aloud, “even if we do find Pinkie how are we supposed to, uhhmmm –you know… instigate things?” unsure how to put it.
“Do you think she even knows what sex is?” Rarity wondered, cringing at the idea of explaining such a matter to her juvenile friend.
“Hold yer horses,” Applejack said in Pinkie’s defense, “Course she knows about ruttin’. I mean the Cakes probably gave her a talkin’ to when the Mrs. got pregnant, right?”
Everypony stared blankly.
“Right?” Nothing. “Well who knows maybe it won’t even come to that,” Applejack huffed.
In that instant, a commotion arose from the back of the group.
“Outta my way!” a pony shouted indignantly.
“I’m so sorry,” mumbled Fluttershy apologetically, moving away from the stallion so he could get through. The pony proceeded, but not before shooting the collective of mares a dirty look and grumbling angrily about ‘a bunch of airheads standing in the middle of the road.’
“Jeeze,” said Rainbow, “what the heck’s up his plot-hole?”
“It’s been like this ever since Pinkie wasn’t Pinkie anymore,” Twilight explained, “Everypony’s just so… listless.”
“Aw cheer up,” Applejack said, “We’ll think up something and then we’ll have the old Pinkie back in no time at all.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” said Twilight, not sounding very optimistic. The little bell of Sugarcube Corner tingling as she opened the door. “Hello? Mrs. Cake?” Twilight called into the building.
Though not exactly what she was expecting, it did make things easier. Twilight and the rest of the ponies were greeted by their friend’s giant pink ass bent over the counter. It wiggled back and forth protruding provocatively as Pinkie balanced on her tippy-hooves, extending as far as she could, but coming just short of the tasty treats on the other side. It was heartening to see some things stayed constant even through straight hair and a destiny change.
Mrs. Cake’s voice came from the kitchen at the sound of hooves hitting floorboard, “I’ll be right with you dears.”
Noticing the others had caught up to her, pilfer-Pie snapped to attention, “Oh hey everypony, how was the farm work?”
Applejack snorted, “Jus’ fine,” and then under her breath added a sarcastic, “thanks.”
“Pinkie what’s the matter with you? Don’t you think you should be a little more worried about the farm?” Twilight asked. Though, after saying it, she felt dumb considering it was counter-intuitive to what the five friends had come here to do.
“I can’t help it,” Pinkie blurted out, “I get easily distracted. Plus the thought of coming down here to get a nice little pick-me-up and be back before anyone noticed seemed like a good idea… at the time. Oooh, Swiss roll-” The pink mane-ed pony hovered toward the scents emanating from the kitchen as Mrs. Cake opened the oven.
“Well that’s great Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash said, disregarding the topic at hand, “but we need you to go cheer up the town, so why don’t you get out there and clown around until people stop acting like such donkeys.”
“Rainbow,” Rarity cried, “language. ”
Twilight shook her head hoping she could be a little more subtle than her friends, “What Rainbow means Pinkie is that we all think it would be really great if you could help us throw a party for all the great ponies here in Ponyville.”
“Yes,” added Rarity, “and since your so talented, we figured that you should be the star of the show.”
Pinkie’s eyes widened, “S-star?”
“Yeah, of course sugarcube,” Applejack reassured, “you know, impress all the ponyfolk with yer fancy tricks and jokes and such.”
“Jokes? Tricks?”
“Exactly, just stay here and square things away with Twilight and Rare’.” the farmer turned from Pinkie and winked at the pair of unicorns, motioning at Rainbow Dash to make an exit. “We’ll rustle up some folks and meet ya’ll back here. I’m sure once Pinkie gets to party she’ll be right as rain.” At that, the cerulean speedster and the tan apple-bucker took off to spread the word. There would be a party. A Pinkie party. Something no pony would want to miss.
As Twilight hadn’t thought of any alternatives and she had consented to the plan without an argument. Besides, eveypony else had turned out just fine without much forethought, so why should Pinkie be any different? Clearly Applejack knew what she was doing. She seemed confident enough. Though the preemptive party mare did look a little nervous.
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine Pinkie,” Fluttershy admonished, “After all, I think you’re very entertaining.”
“Of course she is,” said Rarity, whisking her into a nearby chair, “but let’s use this opportunity to make her shine just that much brighter.”
Well, the old Rarity was back for sure. Three hours spent trying to get Pinkie to ‘look the part.’ Luckily, the preparation allotted Mr. and Mrs. Cake extra time to whip up some delectables for all of the guests that had started to amass outside Sugarcube Corner. Rainbow and Applejack’s mission had been a success. Maybe too successful. Twilight expected Rainbow to overhype the event, but it seemed like half of Ponyville was in attendance. The static murmuring of such a large crowd got Pinkie’s attention as she waited backstage. A stage Twilight managed to assemble thanks to the extraordinary amount of building materials littering Ponyville recently. Rarity’s weather patterns from earlier that day were the purple unicorn’s the prime suspects.
“They’re all here to see me?” the pink pony inquired taking a peek out at the mass of ponies.
“Why yes, Pinkie,” Rarity egged her on, “they’re all your fans. And they’ve come to see my- ahem, I mean our show.”
Twilight greeted Applejack and Rainbow as they returned to the group, “Great job girls, it looks like we have a good turnout. But I was curious of one thing. What exactly is Pinkie Pie supposed to do when she goes up there?”
“Whaddaya mean?” said Applejack.
“I mean, what’s the show? Pinkie Pie’s going to get on stage and do what exactly? I thought that you had a plan,” growled Twilight, peeved that she assumed everything would just work itself out.
“It’s Pinkie Pie,” said Rainbow, “We don’t need a plan.”
“Are you kidding me?” Twilight tried to control herself. Sure Pinkie was spontaneous, but this? It might be a little extreme.
Too late anyways. Rainbow Dash herded the unsuspecting Pinkie Pie onto the stage, crowd cheering, pink pony arriving front and center. Then Rainbow raised her hooves, hovering behind the earth pony to provoke the audience, “Let’s hear it for Pinkie Pie!”
The townsponies erupted chanting, “Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie.”
The time for plans was over. Twilight felt horrible as she watched Rainbow return backstage, leaving a timid Pinkie Pie to face an expectant crowd alone. She hoped that the episode wouldn’t result in any permanent scarring. One Fluttershy was enough.
However, the original Fluttershy did provide the sole words of advice, “Just do what comes naturally Pinkie. I know you, and you've never disappointed anypony.”
At first Pinkie didn’t react. She wasn’t really concerned with her current situation. Maybe anxious? No. Really, she only felt one emotion for sure: desire. A need to do something to please the ponies that had come to see her. It sent a spasm running down her spine and into her tail. The flick of which signaled the happiness within her was overflowing. Quite literally.
Probably the staring eyes did it. Center of attention Pinkie, whoring before dozens of ponies. All fixated on her body, awaiting for a performance. Amazing. Focusing on it made the happiness pour out faster. A sticky puddle of joy pooled under Pinkie. From her standing position she contorted, bringing her ass to the ground, then forward past her upper body. Her legs splayed out to either side. Lying back, fore-hooves supporting her weight, her genitals winked to her fans, pussy oozing a dollop of essence.
“What is she doing?” scoffed Rarity putting a modest hoof to her face. The question was mostly rhetorical.
“You ponies ready to paaaaaar-tay?” shouted Pinkie letting her mane drape down around her naked form. The flesh on her body wiggling slightly with each motion, revealing its soft texture. It was a seductive display of her mounting urges. Her fur bristled in the night air adding a velvety appearance to her generously buxom posterior.
The heady gathering roared in agreement.
Pinkie brought her right foreleg to her belly button, sinking lower on stage as her left adjusted under the rest of her weight. The groping appendage slithered its way down her stomach until it reached the puffy bulge between her thighs planting itself there with a wet slap. Circling, it smeared the syrupy strands leaking from her cootch across her nethers until she glistened provocatively. The excitement prompted more liquid to evacuate from within. Droplets of mare juice flecked the stage as a few delicate squirts signaled her body was ready. And Pinkie was not exactly shy about vocalizing her feelings either.
“Ooooh, uuuhhhh… ahhh,” moans of satisfaction echoed into the night.
Twilight noticed several audience members had become aroused as well. A couple stallions close to the stage caught a whiff of Pinkie’s scent and their penises quickly coming to attention beneath them, pulsating. Pinkie continued her perverted display. Lying completely on her back now, her free hoof explored squirming body. It rubbed between her breasts, caught in her mouth, and even propped her head momentarily, allowing her to gaze upon the body of debaucherous mare she had become. Confirming the result of her actions made her even wetter.
Attention. More. Attention.
All focus was on her, an unbound sexual goddess that had enraptured her followers in a showing of her lustful power. Combining oratory, auditory and olfactory senses, it was an unrivaled first act of sexual promiscuity. Unable to resist, the watching stallion’s cocks dripped, anticipating the following scenes of this sexual swaray.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” a series of quick breaths escaped from Pinkie Pie as she neared orgasm, “here it cooooommmes!”
The dainty seepage previously flowing from the party pony’s vagina was now replaced by an eruption of mare-cum. Pinkie seized up at the sensation letting the ‘party cannon’ fly. White gobs of her fluids plastered onto a few ponies that had been lucky enough to be seated in ‘the splash zone.’
“Damn,” Rainbow cheered, “that's super kinky!”
“Now which stallion wants to get some Pinkie Pie ?” the perky pony said enticingly making an inviting motion toward her twat. The job of pleasing her still unfinished.
Before any of the girls could react to their friend’s statement, several colts stampeded onto the stage surrounding the pink slut.
“S-should we…?” Fluttershy stammered, worried.
“If it’s what she wants she'd get it one way or another,” Applejack said, holding back the other elements from charging in to rescue their friend. Even if it were her own brother… Applejack thought, the shame of how she had behaved earlier refreshed from watching Pinkie go through her own ‘healing’ process.
“That’s the spirit,” Pinkie exclaimed overjoyed at the thought of being surrounded by cocks. “Now finish the job!”
Back to the ground, she lifted her head, enveloping the flare of one stallion with her mouth. She sucked jovially as though she had found her favorite sweet. Two more erect phalluses rose at her sides and she began to poke them with her hooves. Occasionally stopping to fondle the heavy sack underneath each, contents struggling to find an outlet for release.
Inevitably, Pinkie allowed a fleshy member to fill her pussy, igniting her desire further. The stallion, now joined with her, leaned over and bucked wildly, sheathing and unsheathing his male-ness in her vacancy over and over again. Pinkie’s vagina simulated the same sucking sounds as her mouth, squeezing constantly at the rod to milk its contents into her bowels. Another pony startled Pinkie turning away from her face and lodging his dick between her heaving breasts. Nipples already peeking out, the mounds shook back and forth, their massaging touch doing their duty. Filling the last available spot, an eager young colt lifted Pinkie above him, sliding underneath her and positioning his cock near her anus. Secretions from both sexes leaked down all around Pinkie. She couldn’t think anymore except to bring her and her partners to a higher plane of sexual pleasure. The cock at her ass barely registered as it slid in, already caked with the juices of carnality.
So full.
She was entirely stuffed with male-ness. Heavy musk surrounded her as multiple stallions pounded away at her body. Colts that couldn’t position themselves close enough for a shot at the desperate mare began to feverishly attend to their penises, closing a circle around the sexual activity. All members pointed at Pinkie Pie, ready to unload. More and more, hips slammed into the plush folds of the party pony shaking her frame.
Ass.
Vagina.
Tits.
Hooves.
Face.
Every area attended by a penis. In a grand cacophony of release, the orgy of ponies ejaculated bathing the pink mare until her coat changed from a matted pink to a lustrous white sheen. Almost visibly wet in consistency. Pinkie herself squealed in delight as she released another torrent of cum from her hole, this time her hair poof-ing back to its familiar frizz. Spent, the fervor of sex dissipated, silence descending over the stage. At this point Twilight realized the portion of the audience not currently on stage had left, save a few ponies perverted enough to stay for the whole show. Sarcastically stomping their hooves at the finale.
“See?” Rainbow laughed smugly, looking over at Twilight, “I told you everything would work out.”
“I suppose,” admitted Twilight, relieved her friends were all finally back to normal. “I guess I can’t really complain too much since this whole incident was my fault in the first place.”
“It’s okay Twi,” commented Applejack, “all’s well that ends well, right?”
“True enough,” sighed Twilight, “I just- you think Pinkie’s okay?”
“Better than okay,” Pinkie sang, appearing beside her friends, “I’m super-duper-awesomelicious-mazing!”
“Well that’s good to hear,” Rarity intoned, “At least all that work wasn’t for nothing.”
Fluttershy smirked, stating sheepishly, “I’m just happy to know that we were all there for each other in our time of need. Personally, ummmm, you know… I consider each of you my truest friends.”
An ‘awwww’ rose from the girls as they embraced one another in a group hug. Though the touch of Pinkie was somewhat unsettling as she had still not dried. Lesson learned, and a lot more forthright with their sexuality, each mare confident that tomorrow may be another mystery, but together they would have the cure.
After the final ordeal with Pinkie Pie, Twilight ended the day similar to how she began it: alone with her thoughts as she trotted home to the library. Geeze, I wonder what Starswirl the Bearded ever even used this spell for in the first place? She hoped such a great wizard also had a memory spell in his repertoire. It would certainly be needed after the day’s events.
Author's Note
Aw man! The exiting conclusion to the epic that was [DC]-MMC is here in all its cum-drenched glory.
