As she’d expected, Pinkie Pie found herself stuck at Sugarcube Corner all day Sunday, doing homework in the kitchen and rushing out to the front counter whenever a customer showed up. She wore some of the least exciting clothes she could find from her new wardrobe, specifically a knee-length grayish white skirt with blue hearts all along its sides and a dark pink, elegantly fringed t-shirt over one of her new milk-proof bras. An official Sugarcube Corner apron went on top and just barely managed to hang down below her rack, and after a moment’s thought she even grabbed a pint-sized blue top hat with a single red ruby on its front. If Rarity wanted hats to come back into style, maybe a diner chef/waitress could help her along!

Her major effort for the day was a three-page paper on archway design for Mrs. Peachbottom, which she wrote slowly but enthusiastically over the course of the morning in-between customers. Sometimes she even read out passages to customers as she wrote them, and they were mostly happy to help her out and simplify some of her more outlandish word choices, though she couldn’t rule out the possibility that a lot of their helpfulness was derived from her tits. She felt kinda mean manipulating her customers that way, but it did get her essay written.

From there she stared at her Math and Bio assignments for several woeful minutes before finally choosing mathematics as the lesser evil. She curled up in one of the booths with her skirt hiked obscenely up around her waist and was just making absolutely no progress when the bell rang and she gratefully abandoned her work to greet her visitors. These turned out to be Twilight Sparkle again, as far as she could tell still wearing the same outfit as on every other day, accompanied by Sunset Shimmer, whose black jeans and dark red sneakers contrasted perfectly with her loose polo shirt and its eye-searing orange and red stripes. Both looked friendly, and Pinkie engulfed them in a boob-squashing hug before they could say anything.

“…breathing!” squeaked Twilight after a few seconds, and Pinkie had to let go. “Aaah! Thank you. And hi! It looks like your clothes-finding expedition went well?”

“Ooh yeah, sooooooo well!” Pinkie grinned and spun around so they could check her out from all angles. “I got all sorts of stuff from Rarity and now I’m fully dressed again! Unless I forgot panties today? I’ll check later. Sunset, hi hi hi!”

“Hey.” Sunset’s arms were crossed loosely in front of her, not quite pushing up her tits, and she leaned a little to the side with the hint of a smirk on her face. In short, she looked totally normal. “So can I get some coffee in this diner?”

“Sunset!” Twilight glared at her and wagged her finger like a younger version of most of Pinkie’s teachers, which made her a little too adorable to take seriously. “Pinkie’s not allowed to handle coffee, remember? You’re being mean again.”

Sunset stared back at her calmly, eyes half-closed with an expression that read more as boredom than seduction. “Relax, Twilight. I know that. Hell, Pinkie Pie knows that that I know that, don’t you, Pinkie?”

“Um, yeah! Totally, from when I visited you instead of you visiting me and you were really cranky.” She stopped for a moment, unsure if that had been the best thing to say, but Sunset didn’t look offended. “So you were just teasing me, weren’t you? Like a friend!”

Twilight nodded slowly. “Oh, I see. You’re saying Sunset Shimmer was drawing on your shared experiences and common knowledge of each other, and used that to make a joke that, while at your expense, was mild enough to be considered harmless and even endearing?”

“Twilight. I’m standing right here.”

“Oh, sorry! So, did you… that thing I said?”

“Yes, naturally.” Sunset shifted her weight to her other leg and rolled her eyes a bit. “But I came off as a lot more aloof before you nerds went and deconstructed it.”

Pinkie gasped. “I’m not a nerd! I’m a party planner! If I were a nerd I’d be having way less trouble with this math homework, and heeeey, wait a sec! You two are really brilliant, right?” Sunset nodded immediately, not bothering to hide her smile, and Twilight made a quiet noise in the affirmative a couple seconds later. “Neat! You can help me with my homework!” There was a pause while her guests looked at each other, and Pinkie realized the detail she was probably forgetting.

“And I’ll make you lunch!”

That did the trick. Twilight and Sunset hung out in a booth, talking slowly, while Pinkie busied herself behind the counter. She and Twilight had burgers—she promised Twilight she’d investigate the possibility of serving hay fries in the future, but she couldn’t promise anything—and Sunset ended up with a pair of hotdogs lying in a vast bed of coleslaw. She grabbed the ketchup and mustard bottles—with her hands, not her magic, Pinkie was interested to notice—and began pouring them on in a serviceable imitation of her own hairstyle.

So equipped, Pinkie joined them at their booth and they spent the next hour helping her through the math problems step by confusing step. Twilight had a little trouble with the questions’ formatting, having come from another dimension and all, but math in the abstract she understood perfectly and she was happy to explain things more clearly than any of Pinkie’s teachers had ever managed. Sunset focused exclusively on her food until finally something Twilight said set her off, at which point she launched into a lengthy and impassioned correction which even Twilight admitted made a lot more sense than what she’d been saying. After that Sunset was just as helpful as Twilight and a lot faster and louder, and Pinkie was reminded of her conversation with Rarity the day before. Sunset really was brilliant, but she didn’t always see the need—or the point—of expressing it.

All in all it was the best time she’d ever had doing math homework, interrupted only occasionally by zipping together quick drinks and takeout meals for random other customers who came by, and by the end she felt very emotional and hugged them both again in thanks.

“Aww, that’s okay.” Twilight smiled sincerely and rubbed her shoulder. “We had fun! Or I had fun, at least. Sunset?”

“I relish demonstrating my innate superiority.”

“Right! And I mean, we don’t have to go right away if you don’t want us to, or if you’ve got more stuff you’d like help with or anything. I’m still a foreign dignitary and attending school only in an honorary capacity, and Sunset did all her homework yesterday. Teehee, she says the best entertainment around here is on Sundays and only ‘base peons’ leave their work for the last minute.”

“Still sitting right next to you and able to speak for myself.”

Twilight winced. “Sorry! So what do you think, Pink?”

“Um.” Pinkie cast a sidelong glance at her Bio pages, which did look rather intimidating even at a distance. Twilight was being awfully sweet, and she’d have liked nothing better than to keep her there all day long and learn science from her and maybe feed her grapes or something. She was fairly sure they had grapes hidden away somewhere. And yet… “I dunno. I kinda need to do some, uh, milking.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Milking. You know how my tits are lately, and I haven’t fucked anyone today and they’re feeling pretty full. I need to hook them up to some bottles or something and then it’ll take a while, unless I get myself to orgasm and then the milk comes out faster but would be a lot harder to catch, and either way you probably don’t want to sit around for all that!”

“Oh.” Twilight looked uncertain for a moment, glancing back and forth between Sunset and Pinkie. “So, I’m not trying to sound like a sexual pervert here, but I have seen you naked multiple times already. Milk included. If you think my presence would get in the way, I’m happy to go, but if not, you really do remain one of the more fascinating phenomena I’ve encountered in this world…”

Sunset set her face in a frown. “If we stayed for this… milking,” she said, sounding so incredibly disinterested that Pinkie suspected her of faking it, “would I be allowed to drink some of it?”

“Totally! As much as you want!”

“Then I too shall stay.” Sunset stared at the ceiling defiantly for several seconds, then seemed to notice their eyes on her and almost blushed. “I, uh, much enjoyed your milk last time. In the cafeteria. It tasted good and I’d like to try some more.”

“Awesome!” Pinkie kissed them each on the cheek and made for the pantry. “Oh! Twilight…?”

Twilight snapped a quick salute. “Lock the doors and lower the blinds?”

Pinkie’s smile grew wider. “You’re perfect.”

The pantry was big and dark and a little dusty, but Twilight conjured a quick wind that cleaned it up remarkably well, and Pinkie sat herself down in their biggest chair and stripped to only her gray skirt. She grinned at how quickly her friends’ eyes were drawn to her chest, especially Sunset, who… had she seen Pinkie’s tits before? Oh, of course, she’d been going around topless at school ever since she’d gotten together with Fluttershy. Still, her boobs had grown again at Rarity’s and this was definitely the closest Sunset had been to them, and she couldn’t begrudge her the attention. If anything it only made her milk flow a little more freely.

Although… how was it going to flow, exactly? Pinkie looked around her and frowned. She’d milked herself for a while after banging Twilight in the front room, but her boobs hadn’t been nearly so big then and it’d been much easier to angle them down into bottles while she fingered herself to many a milky discharge. But she was way chestier now and she didn’t think the Cakes kept any funnels, so how…?

Sunset smiled at her, eyes flickering back and forth between kind and predatory, and Pinkie felt herself shiver. “Do you need some help?”

“Sure!” Pinkie had no idea what being proposed, but anything that Sunset thought could help her with her tits out like this sounded like it would be a good time. Sunset spent a moment rummaging through the pantry, then returned with two empty gallon jugs, which she placed on the pantry floor just in front of Pinkie’s feet. Pinkie frowned. “I don’t think I can really aim that far…”

“Give me a little credit.” Sunset tossed back her hair and focused, and the bright green glow that erupted from her horn was quickly matched by two long tubes of sparkling green light that appeared before Pinkie Pie. The tubes twisted around in midair for a few seconds, as if getting their bearings, then settled on extending one from each gallon jug onto each Pinkie jug. The tubes’ ends fastened around Pinkie’s nipples like Rarity’s pompoms only much less painful, forming two continuous paths for Pinkie’s milk to flow along into the gallons, and Pinkie smiled at Sunset in wonderment.

“How did you do that?!”

“Magic, naturally.” Sunset blinked when it became clear Pinkie was looking for a slightly more detailed explanation. “Really it’s just highly focused telekinesis. By asserting an inward force from all angles along the ‘surface,’ I can create a reasonable facsimile of a pipeline, but one whose path and diameter I have complete control over.” By that point her face had regained its somewhat characteristic smirk. “Extremely advanced magic, you understand. Most unicorns scarcely progress beyond a single unidirectional field!”

“That’s so cool!” Pinkie was massaging her breasts by then, rolling them around on her chest and dragging her fingers through their endless softness, and her nipples were opening to allow her milk to flow out and down into the waiting gallons below. She felt very relaxed and very happy. “Do you think I could learn to do that too?”

“Of course not!” Sunset answered her without even thinking about it. “You’re not a unicorn.”

“No, but I can do that kind of magic. Well, okay, I used it all up, but I could yesterday!” She told the story of Rarity’s horn cumming in her mouth and how she’d been able to levitate stuff afterwards, leaving out most of the sexier details for not really being relevant, though just the thought of them made her feel that much more aroused and her milk flow that much faster. By the time she was done explaining how Rarity had helped her possess a mannequin and feel its movements and see through the mask, both Twilight and Sunset were staring at her, Sunset not even making any effort to hide her astonishment.

It took Twilight several seconds to reply. “Pinkie Pie,” she said at last, “how is it that I can read every book on your species I can get my hands on, and yet you continue to make significantly more interesting discoveries just by having sex with everybody?”

“I guess I’m just wacky like that!”

“Yes.” Twilight shook her head, though whether in disbelief or admiration Pinkie couldn’t tell. “Yes, I guess you are. Sunset, any thoughts?”

“Hrm.” Sunset’s arms were crossed again and she was staring into space. “I like the comparisons to Pinkie Pie’s milk production. Magic in this dimension seems to be a semi-physical quantity that is built up in unicorn horns—unicorn person horns, rather—exactly as Pinkie Pie builds up milk in her boobs. The magic becomes immaterial on use, but evidently not immediately, if there’s a window between discharge and dissipation in which it may be acquired by other parties.”

“Yes!” Twilight clapped her hands. “But I’m not sure dissipation is sufficiently descriptive. Pinkie’s breasts have certain abnormally absorptive properties, but notice your magic tubes aren’t being absorbed into her. And Rarity’s magic was apparently discharged involuntarily, but on the occasions of her other two orgasms, by Pinkie’s descriptions, it varyingly produced concussive forces and insubstantial imagery.”

“So you’re suggesting that magic remains semi-physical up until purposed, at which point it becomes immaterial and therefore unabsorbable, and magic from orgasms is sufficiently involuntary as to hold no purpose at time of discharge. What would imbue unpurposed magic with purpose post-eruption, yet not immediately post-eruption, given the mentioned window of acquirability?”

“Emotion? The magic is still physically proximate to its producer post-production. If we postulate an emotive field, then the semi-physical magic could non-instantaneously react to its caster’s field and produce e.g. forces or imagery depending on the emotion’s bent and intensity.”

“Damn it, Twilight, you can’t introduce an emotive field to the discussion without any outside evidence!”

“Uh… girls?”

They turned to look at her, and Pinkie smiled sheepishly. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re both totally adorable when you talk like that! And it’s great seeing you get along! But I’m trying to milk myself over here, and that’s all sort of the opposite of arousing…”

Twilight followed Pinkie’s gaze down to her tits, where her milk was dripping out with apologetic slowness, and gasped. “Oh no! Pinkie, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. We’ll talk about that back at Sunset’s house. Can I… give you a back massage or something?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Sure!”

It turned out that Twilight was pretty much rubbish at back rubs, which made sense since she normally walked on four legs and all that, but Pinkie appreciated her effort. She did feel kinda bad for having made Twilight and Sunset shut up, since what they’d been talking about had been interesting if incomprehensible, but she was also pretty sure that Twilight would have been upset if she’d learned later on that they’d been messing with Pinkie’s arousal only she hadn’t said anything about it. So they sat in friendly silence, with Twilight petting Pinkie’s shoulders and Pinkie petting Pinkie’s boobs, and she gradually got back into the mood.

Sunset was also quiet and was making no effort to hide her interest in Pinkie’s nipples and the billowy volcanoes they called home. She squeezed her own tits a couple times through her shirt in comparison—Pinkie watched her jealously—but mostly seemed content to watch the milk flow steadily out with little expression showing on her face. Not for the first time Pinkie wished she knew what Sunset was thinking, and then, because they had plenty of time to kill, decided she might as well ask her.

“Hey Sunset!”

“Yes, salmon-colored churl?”

“Uh… right! We’re friends, yeah?”

“Friends forever. Remember my grand moment of redemption after you rescued me from my demonic form? Literal tears fell from my eyes.”

“Ah huh, soooooo, in that case… do you want to eat lunch with us at school again?”

“I suppose the amusement from your distress has worn off. Yes, that sounds agreeable.”

“Score! And you’re staying, right, Twilight?”

“Umm… sometimes?” Pinkie turned around to stare up at her, and she looked pained. “It’s nothing personal! But Applejack is my friend as well, and Rainbow Dash sits with her as often as not, and I want to be able to spend time with them too. I promise I’ll eat with you some days, but I don’t want to look like I’m taking sides before you two can work this out on your own.”

“Oh, I get it.” She smiled a little. “That’s fair. I do want us to work this out, you know! I miss Applejack. Do you think we could solve our problems through gratuitous lesbian sex, because really, that’s my best idea so far?”

Something in Twilight’s brain appeared to break, and she growled. “Oh, fire and damnation! I don’t know about Applejack, but I know I want gratuitous lesbian sex to solve my problems. Pinkie, do you mind if I, what was it called… eat you out?”

Pinkie blinked, her pussy’s instant warmth and wetness indicating that it wouldn’t mind at all but her brain taking a little longer to catch up. “Uh… go for it! I’ve told you my pussy’s open, though I don’t know how Sunset would feel about that…”

“I promise not to record you without your permission.”

“Well, there you go!”

Twilight ran around to Pinkie’s front, began to kneel down, stopped, seemed to think better of it, started kneeling again, gritted her teeth, and finally looked behind her at Sunset, who appeared thoroughly unimpressed by the whole display. “It’s just,” said Twilight, “I’m feeling lonely and horny and this barely counts, right? Pinkie needed help with her homework earlier and I helped her with that and that was fine, and now she needs help with her body and I can help her there too and it’s not like we’re truly having sex or anything. Sunset, you agree with me, don’t you?”

Sunset sighed. “Twilight, I’ve told you so many times you’re making too big a deal of this virginity thing. Especially since you’re not even a virgin.”

“It’s not about virginity! It’s about doing things right, and if I try to cozy up to Flash but I’m sleeping with Pinkie Pie on the side how is that going to look?”

“It’ll look like you’re attracted to the same girl half the rest of the school is attracted to. Twilight, if you’re so worried about what Flash would think about you for having an active sex life—no, sorry, I mean having any sex life at all whatsoever—then maybe you’re chasing the wrong guy!”

“You’re just saying that because he dumped you!”

“He broke up with me. There’s a vital difference which I’m not surprised is too complicated for your pony ways of thinking. But there are other fish in the sea!”

“And this fish is sweet and finds me attractive and isn’t risking anything.”

“Risking? Seriously? Twilight, wake up! This is a real place with real people, not your personal philosophy experiment, and this infantile fairytale romance you’re looking for is never going to happen!”

“I’m not having this whole conversation again!” Twilight shouted, and she dove under Pinkie’s skirt before Sunset could find any more retorts. Pinkie had indeed forgotten to put on panties that morning, and Twilight’s tongue darted inside her like a lizard seeking refuge from the sun. Pinkie gasped in surprise, and milk shot from her tits and spiraled down the magic tubes toward the jugs below. Twilight had shoved them aside in her haste, but Sunset had redirected the tubes to their new locations, and not a drop of milk was lost along the way.

Twilight still wasn’t terribly experienced at pussy eating, but she brought an urgency with her that went a long way toward making up for that. She clamped her lips around various parts of Pinkie’s lower anatomy and threatened to drain them dry, and Pinkie did some draining of her own up above. It would have been easy to succumb to her arousal and roll her breasts around until Twilight brought her to necessary orgasm, but she didn’t know when she’d get another good chance to talk to Sunset in private, so she forced herself to focus on anything other than her pussy and worked at catching Sunset’s eye.

It took a minute or so of increasingly obvious beckoning, but Sunset finally came over and leaned in to whisper with her. “Looking for a threesome?” she asked quietly, with enough irony in her voice for Pinkie to know she was joking but not quite enough for Pinkie to be sure she was against the idea.

“Sure thing!” she whispered back. “But first… is Twilight okay?”

“No. Somehow she’s convinced herself she’s going to marry Flash—not my place to tell you why—come hell or high water, and I’m the hell, so she’s not listening to me.”

“She thinks you want him for yourself?”

“Right. But fuck that. He’s nice, but next time I fall for someone they’d better be a little more exciting. And I’d prefer somebody with a bigger cock, but don’t tell Twilight I said that.”

“Got it. So… what’s your angle, then?”

“Honestly?” Sunset sighed and closed her eyes. “Twilight’s been an amazing friend to me, just in the little time she’s been back. I tried to kill her, even more than I tried to kill the rest of you, but it’s like she doesn’t care. I’m trying to be her friend and help her do the right thing.”

“What’s that? …oooh!” Twilight’s tongue had grazed Pinkie’s clit in just the right way, and her milk flow reacted with approval.

“Flash is making her miserable and that’s only to get worse. By my money, she should stop whining about not getting laid, join your little harem-in-progress, and fuck and suck until you cure her of her ridiculous obsession with love. Twilight’s satisfied, you’ve got another girl for your orgies, and for once poor Flash can meet someone who hasn’t got any baggage from being a magical pony. Sound good?”

“Um.” Pinkie bit her lip. “You do know Flash a lot better than I do! But if Twilight’s so set on this, I don’t really want to tell her no…”

Sunset stared at her emotionlessly. “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe I just still believe in true love?”

“Oh? Like you’ve got going with Fluttershy?” Pinkie hesitated too long, and Sunset’s face shifted into a rare expression of pity. “Look, Pinkie Pie. I meant it when I said we’re friends. But you’re both wrong about this, and if I were you, I wouldn’t put much effort into that Twilight Got Laid party you’re planning for Thursday.”

“But parties are my life!”

“Ah.” Sunset laughed without humor. “I remember when I thought I had a purpose. Those were good times.”

Pinkie had no idea what to say to that, and as it happened Sunset didn’t give her time to think of anything. She pulled herself back upright and surveyed the situation beneath her for several long seconds before shrugging and kneeling down next to Twilight, where she began pulling her hair back and shoving it down the back of her shirt.

“What are you doing?”

Sunset didn’t even bother looking up at her. “I was promised milk. I have not been given any milk. I am fixing this.”

A popping sound accompanied the disappearance of the magic tube attached to Pinkie’s left breast, but before she could complain Sunset had swept forward and encased Pinkie’s pouring nipple between full red lips. She suckled Pinkie’s chest expertly, alternating between drinking down the milk flowing into her mouth and running her tongue in teasing circles all around Pinkie’s aching tip, and Pinkie moaned for joy.

Perhaps hearing this and taking it as encouragement, Twilight increased her efforts down below. Her mouth was focused around the top party of Pinkie’s pussy, nibbling and licking at and all around Pinkie’s clit and accompanying features, but she managed to fit a couple fingers inside of Pinkie as well and pump them in and out at a reasonable speed.

Pinkie ran her hands through the two girls’ hair, enjoying their different textures sliding along her fingers while she avoided close contact with their horns. She’d seen with Rarity what kinds of effects too much attention could produce from those things, and she didn’t want to give Twilight or Sunset any orgasms by mistake. Not that she’d have minded in principle, but since they were really just there in the pantry to help her get off so she could go back to her homework, it would have been kinda rude to try to pull them into full-scale mutual sexing.

Mmmm! And what a pity that was. Sunset Shimmer’s tongue threatened to wear her nipple down to a tiny stump with its constant circling, and Pinkie wondered just what kind of experience the girl had cultivated since first coming to Canterlot High. You didn’t get that good at nipple play by banging Flash Sentry. She offered silent thanks to whatever anonymous ladies of yesteryear had sacrificed their time to give Sunset such expertise, only for her praise to turn rather more vocal as Twilight nipped at her clit and she yelped.

Some of Pinkie’s milk was spilling onto Sunset’s cheeks instead, and she left off the more active licking to concentrate on sucking and occasional swallowing as the magic strawberry concoction cascaded into her. Her eyes were closed and she looked happy in a not-at-all-smug sort of way, and Pinkie smiled at the image between noises.

Then Twilight stuck her fingers deep inside Pinkie’s waiting pussy and she came just like that, quickly and comparatively quietly, and her eyes glazed over into happiness. A final onslaught of milk emerged from her tits, filling up the remaining jug and blasting Sunset back a few inches. Pink milk spattered all over her face and down the neck of her loose polo shirt, and she coughed for several seconds after Pinkie had recovered and her milk stopped erupting.

“Mmmm.” Pinkie shook herself a little and looked down between her legs. “You’re the best, Twilight.”

Twilight stared back with the area around her mouth all sticky with cum. “I need to masturbate,” she said, and vanished in a poof of purple light. Pinkie and Sunset watched her go with expressions of disappointment mixed with bemusement.

Sunset broke the silence first. “Can you seriously believe Celestia picked her—her!—to be an alicorn princess?”

“Sometimes.” Pinkie turned to face her most hostile of friends and gasped. “You’ve got milk all over your face!”

“Probably! Let me guess, you want to lick it off?”

“Do I ever!”

“Well then.” Before Pinkie could quite process what was happening, Sunset was sitting in her lap with one arm wrapped around Pinkie’s shoulders for support. Her face was delectably close and Pinkie closed the distance with her tongue in an instant, licking all over her cheeks and chin and nose and eyelid until her taste buds were full of delicious strawberries and she’d tasted every inch of Sunset’s face. Well, every inch but her lips, but Sunset solved that for her too by pulling her into a kiss that Pinkie returned ravenously.

Sunset Shimmer was the greatest kisser she’d ever met. Her lips held no single taste that Pinkie could have identified, but they made her eyes water with their liquid heat as Sunset utterly conquered Pinkie’s mouth in the very best of ways. Hers was not the raw aggression of Flower Child, but a more nuanced assault that seemed designed to bring Pinkie more pleasure than should have been possible from such simple actions. Her tongue filled Pinkie’s mouth with professional aim and Pinkie’s pussy melted into the chair.

Desperately, knowing there was no way she could kiss Sunset back nearly as well, Pinkie sought for other ways to please her friend. She grabbed Sunset’s ample butt and squeezed, and when that was met with no objection, slipped her other hand up under the bottom of her shirt. She was tantalizingly close to feeling Sunset’s sacred megaliths when Sunset leapt backwards, out of her lap and out of their kiss and Pinkie felt like crying even as her tits continued to show their appreciation to the world.

“Ah ah!” Sunset’s eyes danced as she wagged her finger at Pinkie. “Hands off the merchandise!”

“But… awww!” Pinkie pouted as cutely as she could manage and sunk a desperate hand into her burning pussy. “You’re not gonna let me fuck you?”

“Nope.”

“But I want to!” She sounded petty but didn’t really care. Just a few seconds with Sunset had set her body on fire, and she had no desire to be put back out again. Even the memory of Sunset’s lips on her own made her boobies tremble with dripping delight.

“Oh, I want to too! Don’t get me wrong.” Sunset’s face lost none of its evilness as she spoke, and she licked her lips. “You can tell I’m not straight, and those tits of yours might change my mind even if I were.”

“So…”

“We’ll have sex.” Sunset began a leisurely walk to the pantry door, talking to Pinkie over her shoulder, only Pinkie was having a hard time concentrating on anything besides the hypnotizing sway of her hips. “It’ll be amazing. But I need you to want it first.”

“I do want it!”

“Of course you do! I’m phenomenal. But you don’t want it enough… yet.”

One last swing of her hips and she was gone, and Pinkie stared sadly down at herself. Her tits were leaking freely, her pussy was conducting nuclear fusion, and she was quivering all over from the memory of Sunset Shimmer and her feeling and her kiss. Consciously she knew she’d had an entire orgasm just a minute ago and she had Bio homework to do, but her body wasn’t interested in any of that. What a life.

And so that was Sunday.

Monday brought Pinkie’s reintroduction to Canterlot High with her new wardrobe, and the shouts of disappointment when she walked in fully dressed were impressive. She knew logically that people were just upset she wasn’t naked or at least topless, but she’d put a lot of work into deciding on her wardrobe for that morning, so she couldn’t help feeling a little hurt. A silky black jacket hung open over her white shirt and magic bra, ordained with cute blue balloon decorations on each shoulder, and her regulation-length blue skirt overhung long and glittery black stockings in blue-and-white striped sneakers.

“You look gorgeous, dear,” said Rarity after catching up to her in the hall. “Don’t worry about those boors; they’ll settle down when Fluttershy arrives.”

She was right. Fluttershy’s excuse of helping Pinkie Pie with her lactation problems was running a little thin, but she seemed ready to keep milking it for as long as she could, arriving at school in a tiny green skirt and absolutely nothing else. She flew over to greet Pinkie with a kiss, and Pinkie for her part was very glad for her magic milk-absorbing underwear. Later they snuck away with Rarity to introduce her to the eco kids’ bathroom and the ins and outs—mostly ins—of having sex at school, and ended up missing the first few minutes of their after-lunch classes while showing her why she shouldn’t pick up any recorders without knowing exactly what she’d be tasting.

Tuesday Pinkie reintroduced pink to her outfits and, following much pomp and circumstance, presented Sweet Leaf to Rarity as the master of all things casual sex. Rarity reacted with horror to Sweet Leaf’s homespun clothes, so Sweet Leaf helpfully took them off. Then Rarity was a little happier, so Sweet Leaf took Rarity’s clothes off too. Then she gave Rarity a very thorough examination that Pinkie and Fluttershy enjoyed with hands deep between each other’s legs.

“Hey boss, hey other boss!” Sweet Leaf stretched herself out across Fluttershy and Pinkie’s laps and pulled Fluttershy into a kiss, while Pinkie contented herself with Sweet Leaf’s fuzzy pussy and how nice it felt on her fingers.

“Mmmmm! Hey slut.” Fluttershy smiled adoringly at her as they broke apart.

“How’d I do?”

Pinkie glanced over at Rarity, who was lying on a newly-wet gym mattress looking blearily up at the ceiling. “I’d say you scored a solid O!”

“Thanks! I’ll need to warn the other kids about her horn, though. You said she’s bi?” Pinkie nodded. “Neat. I’ll set her up with some of the right channels and we’ll have her cured of her dry run problem in no time.”

“There are channels?”

“Oh, yes!” Fluttershy nodded very earnestly, and Pinkie repressed the urge to molest her for how adorable she was. “Obviously we only let in people who are of age, and there’s an attitude component… if you want sex badly enough, then there’s a danger you might get too emotionally attached when your partner’s only looking for a casual hookup. Or, uh, a steady stream of casual hookups.” She hid a smile behind her hair.

Sweet Leaf reached across Fluttershy’s lap to pat one of Pinkie’s boobs. “We could set you up too, you know, if you’re tired of just screwing me and Fluttershy all the time. Uh, and Rarity now.”

Pinkie peered at Fluttershy for a moment, wondering just how much she meant by `emotionally attached,’ then shook her head. “Nah! I don’t need that kind of organization between my thighs. If I was horny and ran into Flower Child with her tongue sometime, that’d be okay and stuff, but I’m with my boobs on this one. Sex just feels better when it’s with someone I already care about, like you three.”

“Woohoo!” Sweet Leaf lifted her hand a couple inches. “High five for sex with friends!”

“Sex with friends all the way!” Pinkie returned her high five, laughing. A tiny firework crept from Rarity’s horn and exploded a few feet away, a leftover from her earlier magic convulsions, and they all jumped.

Fluttershy ran a hand down Pinkie’s back, her other busy petting Sweet Leaf’s long green hair as it flowed all over her lap. “You’re up to fifty percent, aren’t you?” she asked. “Um, of the gang. Me, Twilight, and Rarity. What do you think about the other half?”

“I dunno!” Pinkie briefly recounted her parting conversation with Sunset Shimmer, and a few drops of milk pushed their way out of her tits and onto Sweet Leaf’s legs at the thought. “So she’s sort of on my list, if only in the future. Dashie I’m not sure about! She doesn’t seem exactly angry with me, but that doesn’t mean we’re really talking, let alone banging. Maybe she’ll be at Flower’s party tomorrow night and we can work something out?”

“Just so long as you talk first,” said Fluttershy absently, and Pinkie nodded. “How about Applejack?”

“Fuck Applejack.”

Pinkie froze. So did Fluttershy. They both looked down at Sweet Leaf, who looked significantly less happy than usual.

“Well, yeah, that was kind of the topic, but—”

“No, I mean it.” Sweet Leaf rolled out of their laps and sat on the floor, looking no less angry for being completely naked but for her necklace. “She’s awful and I hate her. End of story.”

Pinkie glanced at Fluttershy, who looked worriedly back at her. Their conversation had been fun and light-hearted and something had just gone wrong with that. “Actually, she’s kind of our friend, and—“

“Then I’m done with this conversation.”

Sweet Leaf climbed to her feet, muttered something dismissive under her breath, and took off at a run for the nearest exit. Pinkie watched her butt bounce as she ran but her heart wasn’t really in it.

“What just happened?”

“Um.” Fluttershy ran her fingers together nervously. “I… know a little about it, but not everything. I don’t think she’d be happy with me telling you, though. Sorry.”

Pinkie sighed. “That’s fine. I wouldn’t wanna break her trust! It’s just, wow, that came completely out of nowhere! Now I feel all shitty. Do you want to make out until Rarity is functional again?”

“Not right now.” Fluttershy stood up and stretched herself, and Pinkie looked up at her beautiful girlfriend and felt some of her unhappiness drain away. Fluttershy’s angel wings stretched out on either side of her, lit from behind by the ceiling lights, and her long pink hair poured around her like a bed of flowers. Her tits were huge and magnificent and it was hard for there to be anything bad in the world when you were looking at them. Fluttershy smiled apologetically. “I should find Sweet Leaf and give her back her clothes before she gets in trouble. But we can make out afterwards!”

“Hmmm.” Pinkie Pie reached up to run a finger along one of those beloved golden globes. “How many makeouts are we talking here?”

“Would all of them be okay?”

Pinkie grinned. “Yep! But I’m holding you to that!”

Fluttershy leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, hooters dangling precariously, and then she was off and left Pinkie behind with a still-recovering Rarity and a lot of new questions. And so went Tuesday.

Wednesday Pinkie got back the results of her weekend math assignment and instantly fell in love with Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer both. Her score wasn’t perfect, which she took to mean that she’d done the work herself and hadn’t simply copied their explanations, but it was the highest she’d gotten in a long time and part of her wanted to flee school then and there and run back to Sugarcube Corner and show the score to the Cakes. But she had other things to do that day.

Her biology work hadn’t been nearly so good, but she did get her archway design paper back with surprisingly positive comments, which raised her spirits even higher. A quickie with Fluttershy on the school roof, helped up by her girlfriend’s wings, made things better still. And at last the school day was over, if less quickly than she would have liked, and Pinkie was slipping into the gym to begin setting up for Flower Child’s party.

She was amazed to find two girls already waiting for her or at least talking to one another. One she easily recognized as Rarity, wearing what presumably passed for her as work clothes, though the diamonds on the belt around her denim skirt looked pretty silly. She took a moment to place the other girl, who was dressed in a short off-white dress over a dark teal undershirt and shorts, but then it all clicked in her mind and she squealed and ran over to pull them both into a hug.

“TP! And Rarity too! Omigosh, you’re here!”

“Hey!” Team Player hugged her back ferociously and smiled when they finally all let go of each other. Pinkie remembered thinking that TP’s face looked like it was made for smiling, and her latest experimental data in no way disconfirmed that. Her green eyebrows were curved upwards and she looked radiant and fully alive. “Am I in the right place?”

“Oh gosh I hope so!” Pinkie held TP at arms’ length to look at her better, shaking her head in amazed delight. “If you’re here to do some party construction, that is! Say yes say yes say yes.”

“Yes.” TP winked. “But I mean it! I’ve been thinking since we last, uh, talked.” A hint of red crept into her teal face, and Pinkie guessed she was remembering the rather intimate arrangement of their last conversation. There’d sure been some fun kissing! “You remember how I was kind of a douche? Sorry, by the way.”

“Aww! I wouldn’t call you a douche at all.” Rarity was looking a little confused by the conversation, but hastily added her assent to this latest point.

“Well, I would. My job as School Spirit captain is to make everyone’s choices look and sound perfect, and I failed at that. I was unworthy of my very name, and I offer my apology.”

Rarity tittered. “Darling, you’re being overdramatic! Besides which, you’re forever apologizing for one thing or another.”

TP shifted her shoulders uncomfortably. “That’s… well, yes, that’s probably accurate. Sorr—I see what you mean. Look, Pinkie, all I’m saying is when you started having so much sex all the time, I thought about it in terms of how it would affect me. Potentially fewer parties, that kind of thing. But I should have thought about how it would affect you and how much fun you were having. So I’m here to offer myself to you.”

“You mean, uh…?”

“Not like that!” TP’s face flushed incandescently. “I mean, maybe someday. Maybe. I don’t know. Please stop listening to me.” Pinkie smirked, and TP took a moment to collect herself. “You’re going to graduate soon, and Canterlot High needs parties. I know I’ve only got another year left myself, but, well…

“…I’d like to offer myself up as your party planning apprentice.”

Pinkie’s eyes went wide. TP had consistently different priorities than she did, but she really seemed to care about Pinkie’s parties, to a degree that seemed to be building a lump in Pinkie’s throat as she thought about it. And she clearly had a lot of experience organizing people and events and even getting people to take their clothes off, though admittedly that had never been a part of Pinkie’s parties before…

Once upon a time Pinkie Pie had been something of a troublemaker. In middle school she’d ruled the streets in her purposefully torn clothes and jaunty baseball cap, and everyone had known to be afraid of Pinkie D. Her rebellious phase had begun with an angry refusal to be called Pie any longer, and she’d insisted the Cakes give her a middle name; they’d settled on Diane, but that was too girly for her at the time, so she’d settled on dubbing herself Pinkie D. Or to her lessers, which was everybody: Pinkie D the Terrible.

One day there was a newcomer in town, a surly blue-skinned girl with a dark hood on, and Pinkie had made it her mission to find out about her. This had proved surprisingly difficult. Other children in the neighborhood were properly afraid of her, but not this new kid. The new kid went where she liked and ignored everybody around her. Finally Pinkie had had enough and planted herself right in front of the new kid in the middle of a public street with half a dozen or so of her followers spread out behind her.

The new kid glared magenta eyes at her. “I’ve got practice. Get out of my way.”

“Nuh uh.” Pinkie pulled her baseball cap down an inch or two, which she suspected made her look more intimidating. “I’m in charge of this neighborhood.”

“Yeah?” The new kid’s voice was scornful. “I bet I can take you.”

Pinkie’s skin crawled and she found herself wondering if it had been such a good idea to have such a big audience for their confrontation. Now she had no choice but to accept, and strange girls with red eyes and dark hoods suddenly felt like a bad category of people to mess with. “You’re on,” she said, having no other choice. “What’s your poison?”

“How about a race? Here to the middle school, no sabotage.”

Pinkie grinned. Nobody could beat her in a fair race. “You’re on.”

In a minute they were off. Pinkie knew every detail of the city between there and the school and she made extensive use of that knowledge, darting through shortcuts, swinging from poles, leaping over holes in the sidewalks, sliding through fences with barely a break in her speed. But the new kid was fast. Almost impossibly fast. She didn’t know the shortcuts or even the territory in general, but she ran like running was the only thing in the world and no silly details like uneven terrain or winding roads could stop her.

For several seconds they both leaned against the middle school’s front door, catching their breath. The new kid looked over at her from under her dark hood, and there was finally a hint of respect in her voice. “You didn’t lose.”

Pinkie nodded. “You didn’t either.” She hesitated, but her excitement was too much to hold in. “Can you teach me to run like that?!”

“Maybe. Can you teach me to use the landscape like that?”

“Totally.” Then because she didn’t know what else to do, she put out a hand. “I’m Pinkie.”

The new kid pulled back her hood before accepting Pinkie’s hand, and Pinkie stared in surprise at her hair, which was a spiky mass of every color in the rainbow. “Rainbow Dash.”

That was the end of Pinkie D and ruling the streets and her loose band of followers, but the beginning of friendship. Pinkie and Dashie became inseparable, running around with every free moment and devising ever faster ways to navigate the city, through and including that fateful day at the very beginning of freshman year when Pinkie had been struck silent by the sight of a beautiful yellow girl with pink hair and huge breasts. Pinkie grabbed Rainbow Dash, dragged her into an unused classroom, made sure they were alone, and made her awe-inspiring proclamation of what she was sure would be the most important thing she had ever said or would ever say in her entire life.

“Someday I’m going to make that girl my girlfriend.”

Rainbow Dash had laughed at her. This led immediately into their first fight.

Doctor Stable was a kindly man who was well used to treating his students’ injuries, but he hadn’t expected to be called into duty on the very first day of school. Tutting, he’d given them a DVD which he suggested contained an example of the sorts of interesting avocations young people like them could want to pursue instead of senselessly beating each other up. Pinkie and Dashie had looked at each other and shrugged, and Dashie ended up taking the DVD. Pinkie didn’t see it until a couple months later when she finally remembered to ask about it, but when she did, her life changed.

The DVD was two hours long and contained an entire performance by a man named Ponyacchi, the greatest clown who had ever lived. Over time Pinkie would discover and collect more recordings of his performances, but that first DVD, which she never did end up returning to Doctor Stable, was pure magic. Two perfect hours of trumpets and balloons and cream pies and a million different ways to make people laugh and clap and sing, and by the time it was over Pinkie was enraptured. She learned that Canterlot High had a party planning committee and made sure to be present at its very next meeting, where she found all of one other student in attendance.

“Oh thank heavens,” said the girl, tall and white with striking purple hair, “somebody else at last!”

That of course had been Rarity, who was soon happy to name Pinkie head of the committee. And Rarity had made a friend named Fluttershy, who had so awoken Pinkie’s lust two months earlier, and Fluttershy knew a girl named Applejack, and so it went…

…only now she was running out of time before graduation, and there was a girl who’d been as inspired by Pinkie Pie as Pinkie Pie had been by Ponyacchi those three years ago. She wanted to deliver an inspiring speech to tell TP just what kind of enterprise she’d be embarking on, even if for only a year, but there was something wrong with her throat and her eyes, so she settled with falling into TP’s strong arms instead and hugging her close.

TP ran a slow hand through her hair. “So… is that a yes?”

“Of course!” She turned worried eyes up to her friend. “You’re really really sure? Are you going to have the time while being a marching band captain and a tennis champion and I don’t know how many other things?”

“How I seem to act around you notwithstanding, I like to think I’m actually rather driven and talented. But please don’t think I’m not taking you seriously! You’re not wrong, especially after Rainbow Dash graduates and all sorts of new leadership positions open up… but if I really do get overscheduled, I’ve decided I’ll drop the band.”

“What?!” Dimly Pinkie became aware that her head was resting in TP’s abundant produce stand, yet decided to risk it and see if she minded. “But you’re awesome!”

“Flatterer.” She got a pat on the head and a push back to her feet for her troubles. “And pervert. But really? School Spirit is way bigger than just me. We’re a team. And there are some girls on that team right now whom I’ve known for years, girls I’m proud to have worked with and seen improve, and any one of them could take over for me even today and do as good a job or better.”

“Awwwww! That’s really sweet! But I bet you’re better than any of them anyway.”

TP flashed a knowing grin and grabbed Pinkie’s hands. “You know, that’d be more touching if you weren’t trying to get into my pants.”

“I wasn’t! I mean not actively, like I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. Wait, it isn’t working, is it?”

“Sorry! Not when I’m wearing a skirt. But look, Pinkie, seriously. My feelings about you are way complicated, you know? I owe you enough to admit that part of me would love to find a storage closet somewhere and let you ravish me for days.” She gave Pinkie’s hands a squeeze that didn’t quite distract Pinkie’s attention from the blush creeping onto her face. “But if I let you do that—if!—I need to be sure I’m not just agreeing out of hero worship. As equals or not at all, okay? …please?”

“That makes sense to me!” Pinkie made sure to smile reassuringly and return the hand squeeze. She had no idea how many things TP was feeling, but she was pretty sure she’d want to be treated kindly if she was in that kind of position. “Like, I’ve banged some authority figures in my time, but not anyone I had a bunch of past history with and really looked up to. So how do you feel about flirting? Should I be like mmmmmmph help there’s a chastity belt over my mouth, or like every time you show up I go daaaaaaaang there’s a real cutie, or what?”

Team Player giggled. “Oh, I don’t know! I believe I can trust you not to go too far. But, um… again, and I’m sorry, if I flirt back? Please don’t think I’m leading you on. I’m not. I genuinely don’t know what I want, except for the party planning apprentice gig, which by the way we’re probably running out of time on…”

Rarity coughed politely. “She has a point, dear. Either you two should shut up and kiss already, or we should get started on the most fabulous party Canterlot High has ever seen!”

Pinkie glanced at TP, who responded with just the tiniest shake of her head. Oh well, she could live with that. “Let’s party!” she screamed, and was met with two resounding woops.

Pinkie would never know for sure how her face had looked when she’d first watched Ponyacchi’s performance, but she guessed she saw a reasonable facsimile on TP’s when Pinkie and Rarity unveiled their supplies. Some years past they had gotten Rainbow Dash and some of her strong athlete friends to help them pull out several panels of the gym’s walls and replace them with enormous secret closets. Careful manipulation of hidden controls made the wall panels slide away to reveal row after row of big barrels filled with party supplies, altogether representing more of the school budget than she’d ever taken the time to tally. If Pinkie were ever turned out on the street and forced to live in a barrel, she knew what sort of barrel she’d choose.

From the barrels flowed streamers, ribbons, banners, balloons, floats, piñatas, confetti, poppers, glitter, speakers, lights, disco balls, tables, chairs, booths, fireworks (hastily put back), mirrors, games, diversions, entertainments, napkins, cups, glasses, sunglasses, masks, stars, spirals, carpets, and more, all in every color of the rainbow plus a few others that nobody had thought to report to nature yet. The blank walls of the gym became flooded in color and sparkling lights, streamers rained from the ceiling beams and wrapped themselves all around every available surface, and balloons filled the airspace in numbers defying any fire marshal’s regulation. It was impossible to look in any direction without feeling you were staring into a kaleidoscope. Pinkie was overjoyed.

Though there’d been a few parties earlier in their senior year that the whole gang had contributed to, Rarity hadn’t been at Pinkie’s side as her number two planner since Sunset Shimmer tore apart the committee. But it was easy to forget that, watching her. Pinkie knew that Rarity had her own design senses and other tendencies that mostly ran quite contrary to Pinkie’s own, but she managed to put every one of them aside and do everything Pinkie wanted, often before Pinkie remembered to ask it of her. The magic in her horn made the upper areas of the gym an easier target for her than for the other two, but otherwise they worked in perfect harmony, hanging streamers and inflating balloons and all the rest like an epic, giggling ballet.

Team Player didn’t have nearly the experience, and Pinkie worried at first that she wouldn’t be able to contribute much besides running around and asking for constant instruction, but this turned not to be a problem. TP did defer to Pinkie whenever the chance arose, but she was a leader in every other aspect of her life, and she brought that same drive and organization to the party planning world. She saw what Pinkie and Rarity were doing, considered the materials available to her, and came up with something new that still followed all the same principles. She produced explosions of color all across the gym, and when Pinkie did need to correct her, it was because there was a technical possibility she was unaware of and not because she had the wrong idea to begin with.

Granted, it wasn’t like they were working on any especially complicated sort of party. Flower Child’s idea was sure to be mostly self-sustaining if it worked at all, and the three of them had little to do but provide a generalized party atmosphere and hope for the best. No colors were emphasized over others, no shapes more special or anything like that. Blues and pinks and yellows splashed over greens and blacks and whites, balloons coexisted with confetti poppers, and so on. It was celebratory chaos. But that was just how Pinkie Pie liked it.

And when it was all over and they had worked together and transformed the entire gym into party central, Pinkie couldn’t think of anything to say that would be smarter than a group hug, and Rarity and TP were happy to go along with that. Rarity’s boobs were of a fair size, and TP’s were noticeably larger than average, and Pinkie’s dwarfed any reasonable scale, but for a change Pinkie couldn’t quite concentrate on the feeling of them all squishing together in their middle. She’d just assembled a party, and however it ended up going, it looked perfect and her friends had been by her side at every step. The very air was alive with delicious, delicious friendship.

And then someone coughed and Pinkie had to look over to see who had arrived instead.

Flower Child stood a few feet away, far more imposing than should have been possible considering how short she was. Her tanktop had been replaced with a pale pink button-down shirt and black flower-patterned necktie, with her sleeves rolled up a few inches to make her look that little bit more rough and ready. She wore white pants held up by the plainest black belt in the world, and her whole torso was framed by that soft blue missile silhouette she called a hairstyle. Hair rolled and billowed down her body to make any model envious, the most color anywhere on her besides her hot pink lipstick and fingernails. In one hand she carried a hot pink laptop with the decal of a black pair of lips; in the other she held a large gray bag, prominently marked with the distinctive R symbol of Rarity’s boutique.

To her right stood Sister Starshine, medium-height and contrasting Flower Child’s businesslike appearance with her aura of eminent majesty. She had let her hair down, allowing it to frame her light lime features with long, delicate purple curves, and her corset was gone. In its place was a long dress made of some heavy-looking material, stretching the whole length of her body right down to her familiar star-broached shoes, a consistent maroon save for the golden stars that filled the lower half of her skirt in a pattern Pinkie didn’t feel clever enough to understand. A velvet sash surrounded her wide waist, tied up in an elaborate bow in back, and her sleeves hung at least a foot below her arms. She carried nothing but a single sheet of paper that Pinkie suspected of being official Canterlot High stationary, though it was folded and impossible to read beyond that.

And on Flower Child’s left was Fluttershy, radiant pink and yellow with wings outstretched behind her and wearing green sandals and white stockings and a meticulously scaled green dress that exploded into ruffles a few inches below her hips. Her smile drew Pinkie’s attention first, but the longer her eyes traced the v-neck cleavage of the dress, the hotter she suddenly felt. On and on stretched the gap, deeper than any dress should have allowed, until finally there was no more dress at all and Pinkie was simply staring at Fluttershy’s parasol of pubic hairs and the outermost lips of that beloved cubbyhole. Despite ruffles and everything, Fluttershy’s dress was completely open down the front, even cut out in the shape of a butterfly at her crotch to make her pussy that much more prominent. Pinkie felt faint.

Beside her, TP’s fingers crept into Pinkie’s hand and rested there. “This feels like my cue to leave,” said TP in a whisper.

Pinkie squeezed her gently. “You mean Fluttershy?”

“Yeah. Any fool can tell what this thing’s going to turn into.”

“Not for everyone! It’s still a party, really truly. And after that time we made out and stuff, I know you can handle a bit of nudity.”

“Heh.” Their group hug was breaking up, with Rarity moving forwards to greet Fluttershy and the other two, and TP took advantage of her new freedom to run a hand along Pinkie’s cheek. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll try to find some people who want to dance or play silly card games. But if I start feeling uncomfortable, I will leave.”

“I wouldn’t want you not to!” Pinkie stared at TP with wide eyes. “Please take care of yourself and don’t get in any nasty mental doo-doo! I just don’t think you maybe need to worry that much in advance, that’s all.”

“Awwww. Maybe I should take back my line about you trying to get into my pants.” She kissed Pinkie quickly on the forehead. “Go bang your girlfriend or something. I’m going to see whether you’ve got any proper marching band songs in your party music.”

But not even the most extreme cleavage in history could distract her just then from the thrill of the party planner. Rarity had installed secret mechanisms in the sleeves of Pinkie’s white silk blouse, and these she activated, causing streamers to explode around her arms with an audible bang as she jumped forwards. “We made you a party!” she shouted, and her hair floomped up around her.

“It’s amazing… thank you.” Flower Child’s voice was as even as it had been when she’d first met Pinkie Pie, and once again that bluntness made her words feel truer and more emphasized than if she’d shouted them from the rooftops.

“Well, we had lots of fun!” Pinkie snagged Rarity around the waist and hugged her to her side, and Rarity waved awkwardly. “You girls know Rarity, right? And that’s Team Player, she’s a tennis champion and a band captain and stuff.” She leaned in for an exaggerated whisper. “Be careful with her! She’s not totally set against the whole sexy sexy thing, but let her make the first move, got it?”

Starshine floated forwards and bowed low, reminding them all that her elegant dress still offered quite the view of the tops of her breasts. “Welcome,” she said in her deep voice. “Friends of the Mother are friends of ours.”

And then suddenly Pinkie wasn’t the center of attention. Flower Child was speaking quietly with Rarity, appearing to ask something about the contents of the gray bag she was holding, and Starshine was steering TP out of the gym and explaining that she could enter in fifteen minutes with the rest of the school. Pinkie faltered for a moment, feeling like there was something going that nobody had quite explained to her, but then she turned around and saw Fluttershy again.

Fluttershy fit smoothly between her arms with a familiarity that could have been boring but was reassuring instead. Fluttershy’s hands found the rear end of Pinkie’s silk shirt and bunched it up against the suddenly nervous skin of her back, and Pinkie’s lips found Fluttershy’s and then they were lost in finding each other. She screwed Fluttershy nearly every day, sometimes more than once, but still she was sure that she’d never tire of Fluttershy’s body or her kindness and that Fluttershy would never tire of her body either. There was comfort in those arms and lips, comfort she’d dreamt of for years, though all of it served with two round yellow scoops of sexual desire.

“Hey.” Fluttershy’s voice was quiet in her ear, yet tinged with that endearing hint of laughter at a world that she didn’t quite understand but could sometimes manage to accept.

“Hey yourself!”

“The gym looks wonderful. I think Flower Child’s very happy.”

“Thanks! You look ridiculous.”

“Oh.” Fluttershy bit her lip and pulled back from her girlfriend’s embrace to look down at herself. “Um, do you think so? I thought it was sexy.”

“Oh, it’s sexy too!” Pinkie thumped her rump reassuringly. “But you’ve gotta admit it’s a little ridiculous, right? Your Lake Anterior’s on the cover of National Pornographic, but I can’t even see your grand mesas?”

Fluttershy laughed. “You’re reaching, Pinkie. Mesas are flat. But okay, I can live with being a good kind of ridiculous.”

“It’s cute you think there’s any other kind!” They kissed again, almost chastely with hands at each other’s shoulders, and Pinkie sighed contently as the saliva melted from their parting lips. Then she noticed they were all alone in the room. “Where’d everyone go?”

“Outside.” Fluttershy pointed at the gym’s front doors, which were closed, and not so subtly let her dress slip a little down her shoulder as she pointed. Pinkie found her attention suddenly divided. “The party doesn’t start for ten or fifteen minutes, and Sisters Flower Child and Starshine are going to be guarding the doors until then. I guess they took Rarity with them.”

“Huh. What are we supposed to do until then?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Fluttershy gave her a look to suggest she knew perfectly well. “But Sister Starshine said we’re both supposed to be naked when the party starts. Because we’re the guests of honor, I think.”

“Ooh! Sounds like a fun kind of honor! Doesn’t that mean you got on that whole dress for nothing?”

Fluttershy wrapped a strand of hair around her finger. “I got it on for you, didn’t I?”

Like the friendship hug from earlier, there was nothing Pinkie could say to that that couldn’t be better expressed by kissing and more kissing and prolonged fumbling. Pinkie’s silk blouse was hooked in the back at three separate points, and Fluttershy worked to undo those hooks with a dexterity undermined only a little by the distraction of Pinkie pecking at her neck. Backwards they stumbled between balloons and ribbons, twisting and petting, until finally Pinkie’s blouse fell from her shoulders and Fluttershy was left to glare at her blue milkproof bra.

“You know, I’m rather jealous of your underwear,” she said, and Pinkie responded with a deep growl and a tongue to her ear. She descended from there along Fluttershy’s cheek and neck until she was licking her exposed shoulder and Fluttershy was whimpering helplessly. She made a strangled squeaking noise that Pinkie took as invitation to continue, and she slipped the left side of Fluttershy’s dress off enough to bring her lovely full breast into the light.

Then there was a snapping noise from behind Pinkie, and she realized that Fluttershy had been undoing her bra without her even noticing. Pinkie’s bra was tossed unceremoniously aside, and Fluttershy ground their chests together in a creamy mass of luxurious arcs and tangents. Pinkie’s wet nipples fenced with Fluttershy’s drier ones and they each poked into each other’s soft breast flesh with a sharpness too exhilarating to mind.

“Mmmm!” The ruffles on Fluttershy’s dress were tickling her legs below her short pink skirt. Then the pressure of Fluttershy’s tits, one still covered in her dress and the other gloriously freed, suddenly disappeared, but before Pinkie could start complaining, Fluttershy’s ruby lips had ensnared her right nipple and all thoughts of complaint vanished. Her milk, which she’d ignored the whole time she’d been setting up the party, now burst forth to fill Fluttershy’s mouth and cascade down onto the shoulder of her dress.

“Ahhh, yes, Fluttershy!” Fluttershy lacked Sunset’s fiery expertise, but she had a lot of practice sucking Pinkie’s nipples and knew exactly what to do for the greatest effect. Another time she might have taken it slower, but they only had a little while before the party began and had agreed without words to make that time count. Pinkie gratefully reached out and stroked Fluttershy’s wings and soft feathers caressed her fingers from all sides, and Fluttershy expressed her pleasure through a low purr and a graze of her teeth against Pinkie’s breast.

Pinkie had backed Fluttershy up a few inches away from a leftover party supply barrel, but an involuntary flap of her wings carried that distance in a moment. The barrel swayed, leaned forward, and knocked them both to the floor in a rainbow shower of tiny bits of confetti.

“Aaaahh!”

“Eep!”

When the colors settled a couple seconds later, both girls were thoroughly covered in little bits of construction paper. The confetti had gotten everywhere, scattered between the feathers of Fluttershy’s wings and jammed down the front of her dress and all over the surfaces of their tits. Some had landed on Pinkie’s nipples, but were turning darker and slipping away as milk leaked onto them from Pinkie’s inner supplies. Another second or two passed, and they both started laughing.

The barrel was still maybe a third full of confetti, and Fluttershy reached in with both hands and threw as much as she could at Pinkie, who laughed uproariously and lunged forwards. Fluttershy was knocked backwards into the confetti, and together they wrestled, grabbing large handfuls of every conceivable color and pouring it all over each other. The top part of Fluttershy’s dress had completely fallen away, leaving only her butt at all covered, but for a little while neither of them cared.

“Ooooh… absorb this, you crazy magic pink girl!” Fluttershy filled her hands with paper scraps and attacked Pinkie’s boobs, trying to rub them in through her skin but only succeeding in shaking Pinkie wildly back and forth. Milk spurted in all directions, hitting Fluttershy’s face and the edges of the barrel and lots and lots of confetti. Pinkie responded in kind, burying Fluttershy in paper colors like sand at a beach, though she wasn’t at all sure there was enough confetti in the whole barrel to fully cover up Fluttershy’s tits.

She didn’t have the chance to find out, though, for Fluttershy pulled Pinkie down on top of her in a squish of milky boobs and they were kissing again, hair and eyes wild as their tongues danced with each other and their hands grappled for purchase. A minute or so later they emerged and Fluttershy gazed upwards with excited eyes and a twisted smile.

“This is silly,” she said.

“In a good way?”

“It’s cute you think there’s any other kind.”

Pinkie laughed. “We’re almost out of time, you know! Why don’t I go down on you, so we get some use out of your dress before you have to take it off and everybody comes in and stares at your titties and you have eleventy-zillion orgasms just from that?”

“You know me far too well.” Fluttershy leaned up to kiss her cheek. “Though I worry about your Math scores. Um, but are you sure? I’m not going to have time to return the favor, if that’s all right.”

“That’s okay.” She petted Fluttershy’s chest and gave one rock-solid nipple a quick flick. “Either this’ll be a big party and I’ll find another babe to bang, or we can just haul Rarity and Starshine and Flowflow back in here and orgy them all better.”

“I might worry about your English scores too. All right, though, if you’re sure. I’ll make it up to you later!”

Pinkie winked. “I’ll remember!” Together they crawled out of the fallen barrel to a place where Fluttershy’s wings had more room to expand, then Pinkie knelt down before her prize between Fluttershy’s legs, fully bordered by the dress’s butterfly cutout and already wet from their play. Fluttershy’s lips were open as if in supplication, and Pinkie wetted her fingers with her milk before pressing them to Fluttershy’s pussy for just that little extra bit of lubrication.

The sweet taste of Fluttershy’s juices was like a bag of potato chips to Pinkie’s tongue: she always had to have another lick. Musk surrounded and intoxicated her senses as she buried her face deep between her lover’s spread thighs and navigated the butterfly cutout with skill born of raw desire. Fluttershy reacted quickly by clamping her legs around Pinkie’s head, which only served to pull her in closer.

Dimly Pinkie remembered deciding with Rarity that Fluttershy needed wing stimulation to orgasm, and she reached forward to grab Fluttershy’s left wing and run her hand across its giving surface. Fluttershy responded with a series of whimpers, and Pinkie could see her grabbing her own tits and caressing them with abandon. “Mmm… aaah, Pinkie, yes!” She gasped again, and Pinkie only smirked and drove her tongue in deeper, harder, faster. Juices splashed across her face like culture at an opera, but she had no time to react because Fluttershy’s pussy was open before her like an unpassworded WiFi network, although one with only one user. Well, at any given time.

“Mmrrrmmmmph!” Pinkie could make no more distinct noises than that while delving into her access port, but hoped it did a good job of conveying all her lust and affection, assuming Fluttershy had ears to hear her. Which seemed unlikely. Fluttershy’s body was shaking beneath Pinkie’s tongue as she spiraled it in and around clit and labia, and her wings were beginning that telltale spasming. A thought struck her, and Pinkie backed off, which produced several loud noises of complaint from her lover.

“Pinkie, aaah, what the fucking—? Get back there and fuck my cunt or I’ll, I’ll, I don’t know what, but come on, fuck me, please…”

“No problem!” Pinkie winked vulgarly—and maybe a little bit vulvarly as well—and scooted forwards. “Just seeing Starshine again made me remember to try this more, and you’re so convenient!” Carefully Pinkie lifted one leg over her head and jammed her pussy—itself satisfactorily drenched with enthusiasm—into Fluttershy’s, and Fluttershy grunted her wordless approval.

Fluttershy really didn’t have much longer to go, but Pinkie made sure every second counted as they ground their crotches together and panted each other’s names among other cruder noises. Cum spilled wildly back and forth between reservoirs, lower lips seized on and reluctantly released hard nubs, and eyes glazed over happily. Fluttershy’s mashing of her tits was reaching a fever point, and Pinkie had to work to give her wings encouraging strokes as they flapped about her.

“Ahhh… yes, fuck yes, Pinkie, yes, rub your cunt all over me, yesss, ooh, ooooh, oooooohh!!!”

“Ooooh, yes, come on, Fluttershy! You can do it!”

Clit met clit in the particle accelerator of their mingled firepits, and energy outpoured through Fluttershy’s body and knocked her dress clean off. Cum slushed into Pinkie’s waiting snatch, helped a little by Fluttershy’s wings as they did their best to imitate a fan, and Fluttershy lifted off the ground for a couple seconds, though with her crotch still remaining firmly wrapped around Pinkie’s own as a sort of anchor.

Pinkie continued driving herself between Fluttershy’s legs for a few more seconds after the orgasm had left her, then leaned over to peek at her lover’s satisfied face. “You came pretty quick there!”

Fluttershy laughed at her. “You saw that dress, love. I was hot before I got here.”

“You’re always hot!”

“You know what I mean.” But she reached out and patted Pinkie’s head anyway. “Mmmmmm. Thank you so much! Is anyone else here yet?”

Pinkie blinked and turned around for a second. “Nope! We made good time. Can I kiss your tits a whole bunch in the meantime?”

To this, Fluttershy voiced no objection, so Pinkie lowered her head and began her latest inspection of her two golden trophies. A spot of cunnilingus here and there was all very well, but it’d never replace the beautiful geometric majesty of boobs. It was boobs Pinkie tended to notice first, boobs that spurred her fantasies, boobs that had driven her to lust for Fluttershy since that very first day. Even with all the lactation magic she’d been getting used to, her tits being larger than Fluttershy’s still felt subtly wrong, as though Fluttershy would discover some sort of breast magic—best magic—and grow another dozen sizes someday. Pinkie was pretty sure there wasn’t a soul alive who’d object to such an occurrence.

But in the meantime Fluttershy’s titties were still huge and soft and fabulous. They stood out dramatically against her thin figure in a way that made her impossibly attractive, and so it was to them that Pinkie devoted her fullest attentions. She lathered the surfaces of Fluttershy’s breasts with kisses, reveling in how futile her cartographic mission truly was, scrubbed off the kisses with long strokes from her tongue, and was just beginning a detailed love affair with Fluttershy’s left nipple when a voice sounded from outside the gym.

Even then she reasoned that she could listen just as well with her lips wrapped around a nipple as without, and any experience with Fluttershy’s boobs in it was superior to the alternative, so she opened her ears but kept right on going. Her tongue danced around Fluttershy’s sharp ruby like it were a maypole, accompanied by the occasional loving nibble, and Fluttershy responded with gasps and purrs as they listened.

“Welcome, Canterlot High!” It sounded like Flower Child’s voice from outside the gym doors, though talking louder than Pinkie was used to hearing her. “Welcome one and all to our Night of Bottomless Adventure! We’ve invited you here to party as you see fit—whooping, wining, wenching—but with one simple rule. No bottoms are to be worn. No skirts, shorts, pants, underwear; nothing.”

“Yeah!” That was Sweet Leaf’s voice, already thrilled. “If you’re wearing a dress that covers your top and bottom, take that off too! Or at least roll it up. Let’s see some skin, chaps; chop chop!”

“Thank you, Sister.” Pinkie couldn’t tell from a distance whether Flower Child sounded dismissive or sincere. “All other clothing is of course completely optional. Additionally: I’ve hacked into the school computers and have here a full list of student birthdates. If you’re not of legal age and try to enter, I will know, and you will be forbidden. I am not unsympathetic to your frustration, but that battle must be fought another day.”

Sweet Leaf chimed in again. “Only exception to the clothes thing: condoms! Straight vaginal sex shall be properly protected unless both parties knowingly agree against.” There was silence just long enough for someone to wink. “Fellows, some of you know where I stand on that one!”

A cheer followed, and then Starshine spoke up for the first time. “On the subject of sex,” she said, “it is as optional as clothes. We are here to worship and not to coerce. But should you wish to participate in this our most primeval of rituals, we have these clip-on earrings provided for you, enchanted by our classmate Rarity to stay painlessly on the ear until removed by the wearer. Blue means you enjoy male partners; pink, female.”

“But,” said Sweet Leaf quickly, “that’s not the same as consent. An earring in your color’s an invitation to walk up and chat and hear what a person’s other standards are, but just because someone’s got a blue earring on, doesn’t mean you walk up and jam your dick in them without even saying hello. Please please don’t mess this up! I’m here to have fun and don’t wanna spend my time policing you lot, okay? Completely not my scene. I don’t care if a dude’s got seven different girls taking turns sucking his cock, you ask if he minds if you’re the eighth.”

“Sex is love.”

“Freedom is life.” Flower Child cleared her throat impressively. “That’s all, then. Please line up so I can check your ages… and welcome once again, to the Night of Bottomless Adventure!”

Author's Notes:

Happy one-year-anniversary of Milkie Pie! And to think, there are still so many girls in need of sexing...