Another cheer sounded outside the doors, and Pinkie reluctantly slid off of Fluttershy so they could stand up and share a parting kiss. They were nude guests of honor, of course, for all the party had been Flower Child’s idea, and there was at least a little expectation of respectability attached to that. There’d be plenty of time for losing themselves in each other’s tits later, and so Pinkie sighed and forced herself to act just a little bit respectably.

After what felt like an eternity, the gym doors opened wide, and Pinkie’s eyes along with them. Counting only students of the right age, it looked like at least half the school had shown up! Rarity had stripped off her unlikely work clothes and walked barefoot in an elaborate set of lingerie that draped sheer purple fabric around her boobs and legs, yet left her pussy covered by nothing more than her pubic diamond. Her earrings—one of each color—were fastened to the front of her lingerie like they were tassels; her hips swayed invitingly as she walked; and Pinkie could have easily spent the night with her alone if there hadn’t been so many other girls around…

TP was there too; her dress had evidently hung down a little too low, for she’d been reduced to teal boots and what was probably supposed to be a midriff shirt, with the result that she was fully nude from navel to knees. Somehow this made her big boobs stand out even more under her tight shirt, and Pinkie wanted to run over and give her a hug. She really hoped TP would find a way to have a good time at the party even without any earrings at all.

There was no sign of Private Ball Kicker, which surprised Pinkie not in the least, though she did recognize the girl who’d been fingering herself while Pinkie and TP had kissed outside of the Carousel Boutique. Her nipples all but pierced a very thin button-down shirt as she skittered around, pubic hairs completely shaved, wearing two pink earrings and grinning feverishly. Pinkie silently wished her the best of luck. Tight End was there with another pink earring and a forest of hair over a very erect member, staring around in a sort of disbelief. Aside from pants he was fully dressed and looked almost normal. Green Cycle had stripped down to only shoes and his vest, which defined his muscles to great effect. Also his dick, but that was kind of hidden while he made out with the very definitely naked Fluttershy.

Pinkie frowned for a moment. So Green Cycle was there, and Starshine and Flower Child were still at the doors letting people in, so where was…

“Hi!”

Only pure instinct got Pinkie’s hands out in time to catch Sweet Leaf jumping onto her, and after a moment of fumbling she managed to get a good grip on her with one hand around Sweet Leaf’s waist and the other supporting her big butt. Sweet Leaf was once again fully naked save for her necklace, and she grinned at Pinkie Pie with an enthusiasm that Pinkie would have called childlike if it hadn’t obviously stemmed from her intention to have sex with who knew how many people in the next few hours.

“Hi yourself, slut!”

“Oooooh, master.” Sweet Leaf dimpled and ran a hand across Pinkie’s chest, where her nipples hadn’t stopped leaking since she’d started kissing Fluttershy. “Give me a kiss?”

“Maybe! Where do you want it?”

“Since when do you care?”

“Oh, you know, the night is young and all.” She leaned in and kissed Sweet Leaf on the mouth, and Sweet Leaf’s tongue was there in an instant to greet her. They made oral love for about ten seconds before Pinkie needed to breathe, and the room felt noticeably hotter by the time they were done. She wouldn’t have called what she had with Sweet Leaf romantic, but it sure wasn’t purely sexual… Sweet Leaf had become her friend, even if all they ever seemed to talk about was sex. Hey, there were weirder ways of making friends! And, much to Pinkie’s relief, she seemed to have calmed down from their weird argument yesterday about Applejack.

“Mmmmmm! So,” began Sweet Leaf after licking her lips, “how’d I do out there? Honest answers only, please, I’m going to get buttered up enough before this party’s over.”

The image of Sweet Leaf covered in butter suddenly proved very hard to stop thinking about. She grunted and hoisted her friend a couple inches higher. “You mean talking about condoms and all? I thought you did great! You had your whole ‘sex is awesome!’ melody playing only with a solid backbeat about personal responsibility and consent, and you didn’t make any of it sound boring or unsexy or country.”

“Aww, thanks. I told Flower Child I don’t like serious conversations, but she said that was exactly why she wanted me to handle that stuff, because I’d make it sound fun instead of oppressive. Guess I should trust the whiz kids.” She nestled her head between Pinkie’s tits and sighed contentedly.

“Ow! Watch it, you’re going to carve a hole in my boobies with those earrings! What is that, one pink and… three blue? Geez!”

“I’ve got three holes, don’t I?”

“I guess so?” Pinkie felt her face go warm at the thought. Maybe it was just because she’d turned out a total lesbo, but anal sex had really never appealed to her as an idea. Her pooper was for pooping, and her cooter was for fucking, and her mouth was for anything and everything! But if that was what turned Sweet Leaf on—not that there seemed to be much out there that didn’t—she wasn’t going to say anything. But not saying anything felt boring, so she pulled Sweet Leaf out from her tits and kissed her some more instead.

Then Sweet Leaf ran off to check out some of the merchandise, and Pinkie wandered over to collect a pink earring from Starshine’s bag. There was an admirable lack of consistency about how many people were wearing. Some, like Sweet Leaf, appeared to use them as a signal for how many partners they were willing to take at once, while others were maybe trying to prove how very much they were attracted to women… or men, as the case might be. She passed one particularly techie-looking boy with all of seven pink earrings on, trying to look hot and sexy with his hard little dick poking up in front of his plaid t-shirt, and she felt sorry for him but not quite sorry enough to try playing for the other team…

And slowly Pinkie came to notice that there wasn’t actually any playing going on at all, not in that sense. The gym was packed with boys and girls in the prime of youth, some wearing their usual clothes sans pants and skirts, others like Rarity in special outfits designed for maximum titillation, and others completely naked. But nobody was banging anybody! A little kissing, sure, and the occasional nervous grope on the sides of the room, and Photo Finish had set up a photo booth with the camera at crotch level, but there was a conspicuous lack of couples falling over each other to get into the booth and pound one out in private. Instead everyone was partying. Punch bowls had been brought in while Pinkie hadn’t been watching, and groups of students were clustered around those and talking and laughing without any pants on. The blue girl from School Spirit was blindfolded and walking in slow circles, searching for the donkey to go with the tail she held in her hand, yet nobody was taking advantage of her. Tight End and one of the old rocker lads were lounging in a pair of collapsible chairs, dicks hanging limply to the side while they jammed on guitars. Pinkie caught Team Player’s eye from a dozen feet away and smiled, and TP smiled back, a little more smugly than she really needed to. It had been a while since Pinkie had thrown a proper party, and maybe everyone was just glad to have them back. Especially with the party taking on a life of its own!

So she ducked under a couple of cheerleaders playing catch and joined a game of naked limbo, where Rarity and the blue-haired cupcake girl held the pole and raised or lowered it depending on how much they liked whoever was playing. Pinkie lost almost instantly, because her tits took up a lot of vertical space when she leaned backwards and she was heavy enough that she kept falling over, but everyone was friendly and helped her up right away. Some people did check out her snatch as she lay on the floor between goes, but in a markedly casual sort of way, like she was sexually attractive and they appreciated that and that was all. It felt great!

The fingering girl with the two pink earrings was next up at the naked limbo match, and everyone cheered as she ripped off her shirt in accordance with the rules and danced her way under the pole. Pinkie drifted gleefully away and all but ran into Trixie Lulamoon, who was leaning against a table chewing crackers. “Hi Trixie! How’s it going?”

“All right. The party is fun. But The Great and Powerful Trixie has a paper due tomorrow, and she was hoping for a good fuck to distract her.”

“Awww.” Pinkie checked Trixie’s ears just in case, but she wore only a single blue earring. “Well, cheer up, Trixie! There are plenty of straight boys around here, or bi ones if you think you can handle the competition! What about Big Macintosh over there in the corner? Just get in there and work some magic, know what I’m talking about?”

“I am the best at magic.” Trixie sniffed. “But Trixie does not think it seemly to make the first move, not when everyone else is having such a good time.”

Pinkie wasn’t sure what to think about that, but luckily she didn’t have to be, because Vinyl Scratch had just put on her absolute favoritest techno track of all time and so she did her job as a hostess and dragged Trixie over to dance with her and half a dozen other students in various states of undress. Trixie wore a spiky bra and star-studded blue shoes beneath a deep purple cape that hid her butt yet still left her properly bottomless from the front, but that actually put her on the high end of dressedness for the group. Vinyl Scratch was wearing nothing but glowsticks and neon body paint as she boogied behind her turntables, her boobs small but glowing, and Pinkie and the others danced uncoordinatedly for the next three songs and made glorious fools of themselves.

Only then there was a piñata party starting a few feet away where the host was hoisting the piñata up too high for most of the players to hit, so Pinkie went over with a smile on her face and took over, and she made sure the piñata was right where everyone could hit it properly and everyone ended up having a good time. She joined the throng of students clustering around the candy on the ground after it had burst, a ring of ten or more bare asses thrust into the air in a circle around the candy and the fragments of papier-mâché, and no one so much as touched anyone else because they were all too focused on shiny colorful packages of sugar.

Pinkie was thirsty, and on her way to the nearest punch bowl she passed Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf, both still nude, sitting crosslegged on the floor and talking earnestly about environmental policy at the state level. She tried to stay and listen but quickly decided she didn’t understand a word of it, so she put party hats on their heads to make sure they were feeling festive and ran off to the punch. There she met Rarity, fresh off the naked limbo match, drinking from a plastic lemonade cup with a giddy look on her face.

“Pinkie! How are you?”

“I’m superawesomtaculous! Isn’t this the greatest party you’ve seen, oh, all semester at least?!”

“Most definitely. Although I am beginning to feel awfully ridiculous wearing this.” She picked at her elaborate lingerie, treating Pinkie to a quick nipple slip and not seeming to care.

“Maybe you should have a fashion show! Half-naked fashion! Nobody’s using the stage right now, and you could get, uh, cupcake girl to judge with you, or, um, bandana guy…”

“You have no idea at all who my friends are, do you?”

Pinkie only grinned. She had no time for embarrassment. “Not really! Besides Twilight and the gang, I mean.”

Rarity leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “No worries. But that’s not a bad idea! I might be able to get Trixie interested, and she’s an excellent motivator when she’s motivated herself. I suppose you’re too naked to be a contestant?”

“Yeppers, sorry. Ooooh, I’ve gotta go, Starshine’s organizing some square dancing!”

“Do you know how to square dance?”

“Not in the slightest!” So Rarity laughed and let her go, and Pinkie forgot all about being thirsty and went to dance instead, where she did a reasonable job understanding Starshine’s instructions and only crashed into five other people and only fell down once. By the end of the dance she had forgotten how to talk instead of laugh, so she gathered her three closest partners into a huge hug and ran off in search of a new adventure.

She couldn’t see Flower Child anywhere and maybe that was just as well, because her party seemed to have been a failure at the same time it was an overwhelming success. Cocks and cunts were everywhere, and every few minutes she’d see another student shrug and get naked the rest of the way, but still nobody was taking advantage of the situation. It was nothing like the eco kids’ get-together in the library, and with that organizing force missing, the guests were developing all sorts of party activities all on their own. She did pass some people looking woefully down at their dicks or boobs, clearly in search of sexual partners but not sure how to go about it, and she led them over to join dances or jam sessions or games of catch or Rarity’s fashion show or just lively conversations so they wouldn’t spend the whole party moping and feeling unloved.

Green Cycle grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a group of his friends outside the eco kids, and they played a card game called ‘nipples to nipples’ where somebody played a judge and everybody else had a chance to play a card from their hand, and whoever the judge thought played the best card won, and then the winner got to put on an item of clothing while everyone else who’d played took one off. Only there wasn’t any rule that you had to put on something that actually belonged to you, so whenever someone got on a winning streak they ended up with some really ridiculous outfits. They all laughed at each other’s cards and costumes and very carefully avoided touching each other, and somehow Green Cycle treated her totally normally without any ‘Madam Pie’ nonsense at all.

“Pinkie Pie!”

Pinkie knew that voice, and she squealed and jumped up still wearing Green Cycle’s hat on one boob and the blue band girl’s scarf wrapped around her legs, although both quickly fell off. “Twilight! Hi! You’re finally wearing some different clothes!”

Twilight—in a black bodice with scarlet trim over a multi-layered purple skirt and big blue boots—laughed and hugged her, watching the card game continue like a detached researcher. “I know, I know. Honestly, I’ve been focusing on so many other things that I completely forgot Rarity took me clothes shopping. She’s been, um, discreet about that, hasn’t she?”

“Discrete about what?”

“Good.” Twilight changed the subject with the subtlety of a radioactive freight train. “Your bottomless party looks like a bottomless success!”

“Mostly mostly!” She forced herself to glare at Twilight. “But somebody who used to be a nudist pony is being a poopface and wearing too much.”

“Sorry! But Sunset helped me put this together, and besides, I promise I’m just visiting to say hi. Flash is waiting outside where he can’t look at all this debauchery… we’re going out for dinner and just happened to pass by the school.”

“Oooh, I gotcha.” She elbowed Twilight in the ribs as debauchily as she knew how. “Just for dinner, or is there a second course planned with a little bit more protein?”

“If I understand you right—if!—then no. We’re still seeing that moving picture story tomorrow, and that’s when we’ll have sex. You have to realize, Pinkie Pie, this is a long-term plan. It’s like a tightly controlled experiment, there’s no room for spontaneous shifts in methodology! Tonight Flash and I have dinner, tomorrow we have sex, and then after that we can try going on double dates with you and Fluttershy!”

“If you say so.” Memories of her last conversation with Sunset Shimmer were sunset-simmering in her head, but she didn’t feel right objecting to Twilight’s careful plans for her own life, and even if she did she wouldn’t have known what to say. So she tried not to look too glum and said, “You’re coming to your Twilight Got Laid party tomorrow, right? At Sugarcube Corner?”

Twilight smiled and pecked Pinkie’s cheek. “Definitely. Have a wonderful time tonight, Pinkie!”

“You too,” said Pinkie, but somehow she didn’t feel nearly as good as she had just a couple minutes ago. She drifted away from the card game, where Green Cycle was trying to wear a glove on his nose, and wandered past Team Player and a nude Lyra Heartstrings playing literally dueling banjos for a cheering crowd, and then finally managed to get the punch she’d been craving.

She frowned into the cup when she was done, sitting in a folding chair and muttering Twilight Sparkle’s name to herself and wondering why she was feeling down. Those double dates sounded like they’d be pretty fun, after all! She’d get to talk about all sorts of stuff with Twilight, and maybe Fluttershy would go quiet in that sort of situation, but Pinkie was confident she’d find some way of drawing her out even if that meant not so subtly fingering her under the table. And it might be interesting to chat with Flash Sentry! She felt like she’d seen him ridiculously infrequently lately for all Twilight kept talking about him, like he was more of a hypothetical person than a real figure in her life.

The real question, she supposed, was when the double dates were over would they go home in one group or two? Fluttershy she knew would support an orgy of any size, and Twilight… well, hard to say. She still hadn’t really internalized human moral culture, Pinkie didn’t think, and she’d been fine with working with Sunset to give Pinkie her orgasm in the pantry! But she acted so weird about Flash, like maybe she had another reason for being so obsessed with him that she just wasn’t sharing with anyone. Except possibly Sunset, who’d sounded so sure of herself. Oooooh, but if they did have orgies after their double dates, maybe they could go to Twilight’s place for them, because Twilight Sparkle’s place was actually Sunset Shimmer’s place and if they asked Sunset really really nicely… well, she’d have to wait and see if that was even an option. And that all assumed Twilight and Flash really did manage to get it on after their movie, which Pinkie… guessed she hoped they did? That was what a good friend would feel, obviously.

“Jack shall have Jill; naught shall go ill; the man shall have a mare again, and all shall be well.”

Pinkie blinked twice before looking up from her chair. “Hi?”

“Hey.” The girl talking to her was attractive and tall and pink-skinned and of fairly average build, not particularly thin but certainly not in the realm of overweight. Eye-catchingly green hair hung in spikes about her head, gathered together under a brick-red beret that Pinkie instantly recognized as the most stylish thing possible, and she wore a tight black t-shirt over boobs too small to warrant visible bra straps. The shirt matched her gloves, which she held poised at her hips over a red skirt and black-and-white striped boots. “Either I mistake your shape and making quite,” she said in a wary rich tenor, “or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Pinkie Pie! Are not you she?”

“That’s me! Although I think ‘shrewd’ is pushing it. You look familiar too, even if your shape is a bit more mistakable under all those clothes…”

The pink girl extended a gloved hand with such vehemence Pinkie couldn’t help but shake it. “I’m Watermelody. We danced last semester in the cafeteria, if that rings a bell? As part of Twilight Sparkle’s campaign for the Fall Formal? Psalteries and fifes, tabors and cymbals, and the seething Sunset?”

“Banana muffins and thumbnail drives, the alderman abducted after the albatross, twice a fortnight with ships and ceiling wax!”

“…what?”

Pinkie winked. “I win! We are having a nonsense contest, right?”

“Oh! Sound and fury, I see.” Watermelody scratched her head and wrinkled her nose, which made her look adorable despite how tall she was. Or maybe not so much adorable as handsome, even if her chin was a bit too defined for Pinkie’s tastes. “No, I’m a drama. Actress, born in a trunk and so on. I’m used to talking in quotations all the time. So I got the ships and ceiling wax part, at least…”

“Oh, a drama!” That made sense! The dramas had already been a clique long before Sunset Shimmer had tried to segregate the school, mostly because they were all incredibly passionate about things nobody else really understood. It was a position Pinkie was delighted to sympathize with! Also they had rehearsals and auditions and stuff directly forcing them to spend a lot of time together and that probably helped too. “I’m a wacko, personally! I’ve got too many thoughts jumbled up in my own head to try to keep track of someone else’s too.”

“The wise man knows himself to be a fool. But hey, look, I didn’t come out of hiding to spit quotes at you! I was talking to a girl named Flower Child and we noticed you looked kinda sad; is everything okay?”

“Uhhh…” Pinkie cast an eye out the gym doors, knowing Twilight and Flash were long gone yet not quite convinced she wouldn’t see them there anyway. Twilight was forever turning up in her life unexpectedly, and sometimes her thoughts as well, but she supposed that was what happened when somebody wandered over from another dimension to give you magic boob powers. “I dunno!” she said with an exclamation mark, because it was way more fun to be cheerful than mopey and besides they were at a party. “I guess I was kinda lonely, but it’ll pass.”

Watermelody pressed her hands together, and Pinkie noticed the way her movements all looked a little exaggerated, like she was performing for an audience rather farther away. “Lonely!” she said. “Not so lonely as distrust, I trust. But I’m not at my, ah, most comfortable either. In this party. Do you want to be lonely together?”

“Maybe! But that sounds awfully intimate, and I’ve just met you. Wouldn’t you rather play hopscotch or something instead?”

“Oh.” At this Watermelody sighed, which made Pinkie feel bad because suddenly she really did look scared or lonely or something like that outside of all her quotations and exaggerated bravado. “That’s all right. I shouldn’t have expected a monologue. Thanks for the hopscotch invitation, but I think I’d rather go hide in the corner some more…”

“Aww, no, don’t do that!” Pinkie grabbed at Watermelody’s gloved hands and was in short time rewarded with a bright and curious smile. “I don’t want to drive you away! We can experience emotions too if you’d really rather, I’d just like to get to know you a bit first. So let’s do that!”

Watermelody brightened immediately. “Yes, let’s!”

“Won’t you sit down?”

“You’ve got the only chair.”

“Well, sit in my lap, then.”

“But you’re naked.”

“I’ll be more naked if you don’t sit on me.”

Watermelody thought this over. “By gar, ‘tis good! Well said.” And in short order she had cuddled up in Pinkie’s lap, legs squeezed under Pinkie’s tits and arms around her neck for balance, and Pinkie held her waist and smiled. Things were looking up! Maybe she didn’t have Twilight, but she did have a different cute girl in her lap and they were going to talk about feelings and maybe quote some other random people and then… hmmm. Watermelody’s spiky green hair hid her ears entirely from sight, so Pinkie couldn’t see if she was wearing any earrings at all or if so what color they were.

But there was no point in being subtle when you were naked and a girl was sitting on you. And, possibly, hitting on you. “Do you have any earrings?” she asked. “Your hair’s in the way.”

“Oh, my bad! Yeah, one of each.”

“Blue and pink for bi?”

“And red for Lancaster. Joke. I’m a drama! If you’re not bisexual by the time you audition, you will be for the cast party.”

“Oooooh.” The conversation was getting decidedly more interesting, if she asked her tits, which were stirring themselves back into action through hesitant milky-pink droplets. “Are you in on the eco kids’ hookup channels, then?”

“Oh, the eco kids are amateur hour. Community college stuff at best.” She smiled brilliantly, each tooth shining like she’d polished it specifically for the occasion. “You haven’t lived until you’ve made love suspended from the ceiling, spinning around the auditorium with spotlights tracking you. Deus sex machina, if you’ll pardon the atrocious grammar.”

“Usually grammar’s the one pardoning me!” She tightened her grasp on Watermelody’s waist a little and grinned at her tiny squeak. “If I’m lucky. Hey, speaking of getting lucky, this is all one big come-on, right?”

“I’faith, yes.” Watermelody tried to look embarrassed and succeeded only by dint of her skill as an actress. “This is the Hurt/Comfort narrative. I see you looking sad, I take care of you for a while, and then I bang you.”

“Sounds more like Hurt/Comfort/Sex, if you ask me!”

“That’s heavily implied.” One of her gloved hands settled on top of Pinkie’s nearest breast, and Pinkie murmured happily. Those were some soft gloves. “But listen, I wasn’t joking about worrying about you looking sad. And the loneliness. Is there anything you do want to talk about? I’m trained to emulate a vast variety of emotions.”

“Emulate?”

“…I mean, ‘empathize with.’”

“Sure, and I’m a donkey’s uncle.” But it was a tempting offer! She still didn’t really know Watermelody very well, so what was the harm in telling her stuff? Either they’d end up getting along and solving all Pinkie’s problems, or else it wouldn’t work out and they’d just fuck and call it a day with one more casual lesbian hookup under their belts. Or, in a more boring world, some kind of middle ground. “I’m worried about Twilight Sparkle,” she said. “You know, the girl you called a mare when you showed up, which was cool because she used to be a pony! Or maybe she still is a pony? I should probably ask her which version she likes better.”

“Lay on, Macbuff.”

“So she’s dating Flash Sentry or chasing him or something like that, right?” Pinkie grimaced. “And for some reason that’s making me feel all icky in my tummy and a bit in my brain too. I mean, I want her to be happy! I want all people to be happy all the time! But lately whenever I see Twilight trying to be happy in that way, I start feeling… I dunno, jealous? But that’s stupid! I’m in a committed, highly sexual, very physically open relationship with this babe with huge tits that I’ve wanted the whole time I’ve been at this school! What more could I possibly want out of life?!”

Watermelody groped her sympathetically, gloved digits twining about her effulgent nipples. “Twilight Sparkle, apparently.”

“Yeah! And maybe it’s just some stupid forbidden fruit thing, but we did screw already, right when she came back here and I got all my magic sex powers. And you know, she wasn’t even great at it! I’m not saying she was, like, bad, but Fluttershy is way better, and Twilight’s cute like you but Fluttershy is really sexy. It’s like if somebody bought you a cannon that shoots out whole parties, but you kept dreaming about a silly little confetti popper you had once that told you nice things about yourself. Ugh!”

Watermelody’s response to this was to hug her, and Pinkie blinked for a moment before accepting it, because Watermelody hadn’t really come across as the touchy-feely sort but hey, hugs were always good! And there was something homey about hugging a pink-skinned girl, like she was hugging herself only with much smaller boobs and also super-soft gloves that felt like heaven on her back, mmmm! And Watermelody had a great build for hugs too, not like some of those stick girls that you had to treat like they might break at any moment.

“For now the wind begins to blow,” her hugger said quietly. “Sunset above and dicks below make such unquiet that the ship, should house you safe, is wrecked and split.”

“I have absolutely no idea what that means!”

Watermelody laughed. “Muggles! You really should invest in a wealth of richly-contexted quotes to express anything and everything, it makes talking so much easier.” She pulled back from the hug and settled comfortably against Pinkie’s shoulder and the back of the chair, one arm slung around Pinkie’s back with her other free to gesture. “In the interest of disclaimers, I should say I have zero legitimate training in psychology or counseling, so everything I say is probably going to be eerily accurate to your situation anyway.”

“I can get behind that!”

“Excellent! So I guess I’d say you’ve got a narrative problem. The world’s all complicated and random and full of other people’s feelings and stuff, but nobody likes to acknowledge that, right? So we make up these narratives where we’re the heroes. Then we look at the stories we love, to inspire us about how those narratives are going to turn out, and along the way we forget that life isn’t actually a story and there’s no guarantee everybody’s going to get a happy ending even if they do give their lunch money to the wizened old woman at the side of the road.” She sighed. “Personally, I’m still waiting for a majestic figure to descend from the heavens toward the end of Act 5 and tell me whom I’m supposed to fall in love with!

“Anyway. So, one of the most attractive—or dangerous!—narratives is that we’re destined to end up with some kind of mythical First Girl. Your girlfriend Fluttershy is the first girl you ever, uh, lusted for, right? But this Twilight Sparkle was the first girl you banged in this newest chapter of your life. So you’re confused. Each one feels like she’s supposed to be your destiny, even though you’re using the same reasoning for both.”

Pinkie thought it over. “That’s a pretty neat story!”

“My thanks! I, well, like to put some thought into seducing people.”

“Awww, you’re welcome between my legs whether this goes anywhere or not.” She patted Watermelody’s butt beneath her skirt. “But what am I supposed to do about all that?!”

Watermelody shrugged. “Your princess and the Flash are now making the beast with two backs; if he should intend this voyage towards thy mare, I would turn her loose to him. What cannot be eschewed must be embraced.”

“Okay, now say that all again but in English.”

“Heathen. Umm… basically, Pinkie, narratives are dishonest wretches. You’ve got a beautiful girlfriend who gives you amazing sex—why throw that away to pursue a dream that you can’t count on? What isn’t Fluttershy giving you?”

Pinkie sighed. “I don’t know!”

“Then at least talk to her. Don’t let the mare make you the moor.”

“Are you any easier to fuck than to understand?”

Watermelody smiled at some private joke, or at least a joke about her privates. “I’m pretty easy.”

“Then can we do that instead?”

“Mischief, thou art afoot; take thou what course thou wilt!”

Pinkie had a few courses in mind already—she hadn’t quite given up on the seafood metaphor, for all its continued lack of success—but it was always polite to start with a kiss, and besides her head was right there already! Watermelody’s strong chin slid into Pinkie’s softer one like a pea under a mattress, and Pinkie only barely noticed the beret languidly falling off as they kissed. The taller girl was a confident kisser, somewhat aggressively tongued, and Pinkie breathed several long sighs of aroused contentment into the darkness of her mouth.

The taste of cherries lay on Watermelody’s lips, and shortly on Pinkie’s as well, and Pinkie blushed at the memory of Rarity’s magical lipstick and from there several other Rarity memories besides. She channeled the blush into kissing Watermelody harder, and slid one hand up behind her partner’s head and in among her spikes of hair, drawing long spirals along the back of her neck that produced some delightful shivers.

Watermelody broke from their kiss with a gasp and two eyes that took a few seconds to open; Pinkie grinned. “Woo!” Watermelody said after a moment. “You’re good.”

“I get better!”

“So about that consent talk we were given outside. Anything I should be aware of? Stuff to leave alone?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Eh! I’m pretty fuckable. I mean obviously don’t be a jerk and break my fingers or something, right? And I’m not really into, like, anal anything. How about you?”

“And you misbehave, I’ll let you know. Although… wow.” Watermelody’s line of sight had dropped to the spectacle of Pinkie’s boobs, dribbling out milk as they were. “Zwounds.”

“Yeah, they lactate now! You hadn’t heard?”

“Heard but I guess not really believed. ‘Sblood. Pardon while I search out thy tit for secret policies.”

Watermelody’s gloved hands, each exquisitely soft, grasped and squeezed the sides of Pinkie’s breasts once more, and Pinkie gasped and squeed in response. Had anything in Rarity’s outfitting rooms been so soft? She couldn’t remember. And then there was no time for deep thought for Watermelody was latched to her nearest breast drinking the magic strawberry milk and everything was wonderful. Pinkie was the fountain of life, with a far sexier figure than some stupid random little boy peeing water into a pool, but she was way more than just a motionless fountain because she could feel Watermelody’s lips around her sharp milk faucet and the way they curved around her and made her feel so good inside. There were nerves in her tits, more nerves than she knew what to do with, and Watermelody’s lips and tongue and gloves and fingers were having their way with those nerves and focusing her in on the moment, aaaaah, yessss, sex was so much fun and so great! She cried out in happiness and Watermelody only suckled her the harder.

Pinkie reached down around her siphoned sentry towers and into her pussy to splash through the juices of her familiar den of sinliquidy. Already her time with Watermelody had stirred up quite a reservoir, building on what had been left over from fucking Fluttershy in the confetti barrel, and Pinkie giggled and smeared her juices all over, first around her crotch then transitioning to Watermelody’s arms and cheeks instead.

Watermelody drew back, startled, then laughed as she realized what Pinkie was doing. “Jhesu, forward much?”

“Hey, it wasn’t going to finger itself! How’d you like my milk?”

“Beyond my quotations. Here, we should probably get my shirt off too…”

Pinkie tried to make this a group effort but only got in the way, so she focused instead on pulling off Watermelody’s (highly illegal) skirt to leave her in (just as illegal) plain black panties and… huh. Pinkie looked up quizzically. “What’s that?”

“A breastband. I play a bunch of boys onstage, and it looks weird if I’m flaunting noticeable boobage, so I’ve gotten used to keeping the girls restrained. Look, it comes off like this…”

The band slipped away from Watermelody’s chest, and Pinkie squealed in delight. Her boobs were big—not huge, but quite satisfactorily sized—and round and incredibly squeezable, as if all their time under the band had prevented them from being too solid but hadn’t done a thing about their size. Watermelody’s nipples were a breathtakingly dark pink, and quite large to go with the rest of her boobs, and Pinkie’s hands were at them in a moment and playing and squeezing. Her fingers were soon lost in a heaven of big nipples and lots and lots of pink breast flesh that overflowed her hands no matter how she tried to capture them. Watermelody returned the favor, her eversoft palms massaging Pinkie’s tits deliciously while she twirled her fingers around Pinkie’s dripping nipples.

“Mmmm…. Ohhh, yes, just like that!” Watermelody growled the words and stuck her chest as far out as it would go, filling Pinkie’s hands even more with wonderful big boobs, and Pinkie complied without hesitation. She could feel a steady trail of her juices running down her left leg, almost searingly hot in her imagination, and grinned at the corresponding dark spot at the base of Watermelody’s already all-black panties. Pinkie had no hands to spare from their blessed work at Watermelody’s water balloons, but squeezed her legs together as tight as she could, lifting first one and then the other to rub against herself and try to relieve the pressure a little.

Watermelody tightened her grasp on Pinkie’s nipples for a moment, and Pinkie yelped. “Aaah! Yes, that’s good, that’s goooooooood!” Milk leapt from her to the outside world and landed on Watermelody’s chest instead, where it entered Pinkie’s playground and became just one more texture for her fingers to enjoy as they kneaded their way through her partner’s bulbous beanbags and their elastic expanses. Her dark nipples were the only two hard spots Pinkie could be bothered to be aware of, and even those weren’t as hard as some, twisting and breaking free in one direction after another in Pinkie’s gleeful grip.

Only then her hands were knocked aside as Watermelody pulled them two together and their tits were driving against one another, for all Pinkie’s were so much bigger, four breasts all mashed together in a squishy squashy world of milk and nipples and oh gosh! In the heat of the moment Watermelody looked absolutely, radiantly beautiful, and Pinkie leaned forwards as best she could and captured the other girl in a kiss, squashing their tits as flat as they would go on the way, and maybe it was just contrast from the cold feeling of her milk, but Watermelody’s mouth was hot as anything as they kissed, cherry lips blending together in a fair imitation of their boobs, eyes closed against the world to give that much more priority to her delighted more tactile senses.

There was the feeling of something blissfully soft at her crotch, and a moment later Watermelody’s fingers grazed the outside of her pussy, feeling somehow tentative, only Pinkie had no words or breath to encourage her so she simply reached down herself and welcomed Watermelody’s hand there, curled their fingers lovingly between one another, and they held hands in the entrance of Pinkie’s pussy, knuckling her echidna, squeezed close together and grinding against her folds. With her other hand Watermelody held Pinkie’s cheek, and Pinkie went for the unsoiled acreage of Watermelody’s back, pressing her palm here and there between her lover’s shoulderblades.

One of Watermelody’s fingers extended from their clasped hands into the deeps of Pinkie’s forbidden waters, delicately kraken the surface, and for one happy moment Pinkie contracted around Watermelody’s finger and held her fast, and Watermelody yelped and kissed Pinkie all the harder, so Pinkie growled and bore her nipples deep into Watermelody’s chest, and so it went, an escalating war of sexy, sexy microaggressions, until Pinkie lost her balance and for the second time that day fell down while entwined with a barely dressed girl. They squeaked, but there didn’t seem to be any use in actually stopping, so Pinkie buried her head in Watermelody’s neck and bit gently down and covered up the injury with long loving glides of her tongue, and Watermelody moaned gratefully. Watermelody’s hands were full of Pinkie’s tits, impossible though it was to contain them, and Pinkie could feel the milk spreading out around them both across the gym floor. She gathered some milk up in one hand and scooped it into her pussy, one strawberry beverage mixing with another, and tried to fill herself up except of course the milk kept spilling back out again and it was a futile endeavor but she kept fingering herself anyway because everything felt so good.

Watermelody’s lips were at Pinkie’s ear, and her tongue slid inside with a suddenness that made Pinkie squirm in Watermelody’s coital embrace, sending milk splashing everywhere, but Watermelody was relentless, licking in and all around Pinkie’s ear while careful not to go too deep or move too forcefully. The sound of tonguing filled Pinkie’s brain, and she reached around with her other hand in search of those lovely pliable pink pillows she’d been having so much fun with earlier, only she got lost and found Watermelody’s crotch instead, still covered up by her very wet panties.

She giggled helplessly and pulled herself out of Watermelody’s neck just enough to make herself heard. “You are just the worst—aaaah!” she said, interrupted by an unexpected but very welcome squeeze on her left nipple and the spray of milk it produced. “…the very worst, at bottomless parties.”

But somehow this made Watermelody freeze up. She stopped tending to Pinkie’s well-wetted body and sat carefully, great boobies hanging free, staring at nothing. Her legs, which had been splayed out and positively showing off her panties, quickly crossed back together. Pinkie raised her head from the milky floor in confusion.

“Watermelody? You okay?”

“Sure.” The other girl hunched her shoulders nervously. “No. Fie. I told you I was hiding in the corner, right?”

“That sounds kinda familiar!”

“I was hoping I’d find the courage to take my panties off—join this bare e’erbanging firmament, you know?”—she ignored Pinkie’s confusion—“but nay. It’s just my… um.” She trailed off, pointing at her panties while her cheeks darkened from pink to red.

Pinkie tilted her head curiously. “Private parts? Vava vajayjay? Saucebox? Watergate? Pomegranite underworld? Missile silo? Sexy sex sextime area for sex?”

“Yes, one of those.” The blush on Watermelody’s cheeks had grown almost as dark as her nipples or her discarded beret. “I just hate for people to look at it. It’s so ugly.”

“Oh.” Pinkie blinked. “I could close my eyes if you like!”

Watermelody smiled a little at that. “That wouldn’t work so well, would it? Heh. Avoid, and leave her. There is left us ourselves to end ourselves…”

“Aww, but no, I want you to feel happy! That’s like half the point of this!” Pinkie scooted forwards and rubbed Watermelody’s knee. “Can’t you show it to me for just, like, a few seconds? I’m way less scary than a whole party, right?”

Watermelody looked back and forth between her underwear and Pinkie’s still-dripping breasts, biting her lip. “Do you promise not to laugh?”

“No way! I mean yeah, I’m not gonna laugh at your pusspuss, I’d have to be one big meanie to do that! But I like laughing in general so no promises on that front.”

This seemed to be good enough, for Watermelody gingerly hooked her fingers under the strings of her panties and pulled them far enough down to bring her whole vulva into the light. Contrary to her experiences in shopping at clothing stores, Pinkie was nonplussed. The skin beneath her little spiky jade strip of pubic hairs lifted a little away from her crotch—an olympus mons, she supposed, and they were certainly naked enough for that, but it’d be on a planet far more pink than red, which she guessed would make her tongue a moon if this worked out? The girl was spread enough, anyhow. Oh, and if she got Watermelody wet, would that count as terraforming, or no, ‘terra’ probably meant something specific, so…

Wow, no, okay, she was getting waaaaaay too off-topic. Pinkie shook herself and looked closer at Watermelody’s improbably metaphorred pink panther. It really wasn’t ugly at all. The labia watermajora curved delicately around the target of her attention, full enough to invite a couple curious fingers to trace their beveled outsides—Watermelody made a happy, high-pitched sort of noise—and her darker, more minor lips stretched generously to either side, with more than enough surface area to take a bit of pressure—Watermelody gasped—and betrayed just the faintest hint of that coursing channel stretching up from between them. Not having heard any complaints yet, Pinkie took a chance and stretched the channel dam a little farther open, and she smiled at the sweet musky smell that wafted out to fill her senses.

“I don’t see the problem!” she said, once her nose had calmed down from its welcome surprise. “It looks like a perfectly pretty pussy to me! I guess we could give it some makeup if you wanted, maybe a tie-dyed merkin…”

“But it’s so—aaaaah!—ugly!” Watermelody’s protest was more than a little spoiled by her sound of pleasure as Pinkie pressed her full palm against the girl’s mons, upsidedown so that a couple rogue fingers could stray back against her folds below, but she gamely kept going. “It’s a weird shape, and the lips are so loose and flappy, and the whole affair is just too cursed big.”

Pinkie looked even closer and shrugged. “I mean, if everyone looked exactly the same down here, that’d be pretty boring, wouldn’t it? And it’s not like it’s some terribly huge thing, you know.”

“No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but…”

Pinkie tuned out the rest of the quotation, confident it would be profoundly deep and insightful and so on but not especially caring. That was enough; she had to serve! The distance between her mouth and Watermelody’s sparkling clit was no more than the length of her tongue, as she confirmed experimentally, and Watermelody’s monologue devolved into an amateur dog whistle.

If Pinkie had been allowed only one word to describe the taste of Watermelody’s juices, it would have been ‘sweet.’ Even sweeter than Fluttershy’s blessed bottom beverage, and not exactly in a sugary way, so Pinkie didn’t worry about ruining her teeth by drinking it, but delicious and addictive and so on nonetheless. Watermelody, for all her apprehension, had gotten quite drenched in their play from before, and Pinkie slurped happily as she pressed her lips to first one spot, then another and another, kissing all over Watermelody’s pussy to show how non-terrible it was and doing her best vacuum impression in the meantime.

“Aaaaah… by’r lakin!” Watermelody’s thighs closed around Pinkie’s head for a moment, and she felt herself pushed forwards, tongue diving into Watermelody’s dark-lipped wormhole for lack of any other escape, but she adapted quickly and began licking around, flapping her tongue up and down like a hyperactive drinking bird and scoring as many hits all over Watermelody’s crotch as possible, her nose begging to be filled with more of that sweet, sweet muskiness, so she buried herself as deep between Watermelody’s legs as she could go, licking and kissing and sucking indiscriminately, seeing only pink (with the spikiest hints of green up above) and reveling in it, like she was making love to her favorite color and her favorite color had helpfully grown a full set of genitals just for the occasion and they tasted awesome and mmmmmm, ahh yes, keep kissing, keep licking, her tongue like the great dipper in the sky scooping up all the sticky-sweet red-hot nectar that seeped out from between Watermelody’s thighs, except sometimes her dipper got a little too far north and she tickled Watermelody’s pole star with her teeth and heard little happy cries that kept her going, tonguing her lover thoroughly until she realized the whole thing had been one long sentence and maybe it was time to check in and see how she was doing.

Watermelody’s eyes were wild and glazed like an overenthusiastically-made donut, her hands full of her boobs as she utterly failed to play them like a theremin. “Art thou mad?” she cried as Pinkie’s cum-smeared face rose into view. “Don’t stop now! Aaaaah, lord, fill till the cup be rid…”

Well, okay, filling she could handle! Pinkie licked her fingers from knuckle to nail, readying them for their mysterious journey to cum, then pressed her center and ring fingers inside the other girl’s ringed center. Watermelody was very tight—maybe two-thirds as tight as Flower Child, if memory and imprecise mathematics served—and Pinkie grunted with pleasure at the pressure pressing down around her fingers like one of Sunset’s magic pipelines. Watermelody had felt wet at the outside from their play, but her inside was twice as wet as that at least, and that most private potion pulsed about Pinkie’s fingers with all the welcoming force of a black hole. Pinkie looked up toward Watermelody’s face past her two big pink event horizons. “Good?” she asked, and drew her fingers out stickily before sliding them back in again.

“Nnnnnh… faster…”

“Ooh, faster it is!” Pinkie took on the role of a pump, spearing her pair of fingers—with sometimes a third for good measure, when Watermelody’s tight pussy would allow her—in and out like how she assumed a good dicking went, pulling a few loose droplets of cum out with her every time she withdrew. Watermelody’s great store of quotations had diminished to representative noises from a whimpering guinea pig, and Pinkie smirked and leant in over one of her spread thighs, licking long trails of love along Watermelody’s pink leg and then marking the trails’ contours with kisses on her way back. Watermelody rocked erratically up and down from her position lying on the floor, properly reduced to nothing more than her awesome white-and-black-striped boots, beret long since discarded. Still she clutched at her breasts, fingers spiraling all around her cherry-molasses-cookie nipples, frantic breaths tinted with incoherently high-pitched mewls, handsome pink butt rising and falling from the wetted gym floor.

Indeed Watermelody’s breaths were growing more frantic with time, and this knowledge only led Pinkie to finger her the faster, switching to her index finger because the volcano between Watermelody’s thighs had gotten hot enough that Pinkie feared for her ring finger, but mmmmm the pressure of her pussy still felt so good! She switched her attention to Watermelody’s other leg and nibbled gently at random bits of pink skin, being very careful not to bite too hard by mistake from Watermelody’s erratic movements. They weren’t exactly the same shade of pink, but it was still so fascinating to fuck a girl who shared at least some of her color scheme, and it made Watermelody taste and feel that little bit naughtier and more delicious. “Nnnnh,” her lover managed in a breathy whimper, “aaaah!” and milk streamed from Pinkie’s tits onto the floor, showing no signs of stopping.

But once Pinkie started thinking about boobs, as she’d been learning for the past several years, it was hard to stop, so she crawled forwards over Watermelody’s rocking body and brought her lips and tongue down to Watermelody’s right breast. Rolling inches of beautiful pink breast filled her world, and she lashed out at one dark nipple with her tongue, attacking it from all directions before bearing down and resting for a moment in a wonderful pillowy expanse of pink and everywhere the smell of sex and the sound of Watermelody getting closer. She grabbed Pinkie’s head and pushed it down harder against her chest, and Pinkie was only too glad to oblige, kissing all over as Watermelody’s boobs squished all around her and she drove her fingers in and out, in and out, stopping only from time to time to draw loving circles around the outside of Watermelody’s pussy instead or pinch at her clit or press a dripping hand against the giving surface of her mound.

“Aaaah… Pinkie, yes…” Those were the most coherent words Watermelody had managed in a while, and Pinkie grinned and withdrew her hand, but before Watermelody could complain Pinkie had reached back and shoved her own breast against her crotch, filling the space between her thighs with endless pink curves and driving its milk-spurting nipple inside Watermelody’s pussy to replace her fingers. Back and forth they rocked, not quite in sync, and Pinkie thrust her nipple in and out of Watermelody where strawberry milk mixed with sweet, sweet girl cum, and petted all over Watermelody’s left leg as she stretched it into the heavens, burying her wet fingers in the space behind Watermelody’s knee, tickling her at the top of her tall boot, but overall smiling and touching everywhere she could find to touch, fucking as hard as her enormous boobs could manage—she switched sides at one point, in case one of her nipples was maybe bigger than the other, she didn’t really know—and Watermelody’s cries only grew louder.

“Mmmmm… Pinkieeeeeeeee…”

“Come on, girl, you can do it!” Watermelody’s thighs contracted around Pinkie’s breast, and she winced at the impact, but it only made her milk burst harder into Watermelody’s pussy, and apparently that was the cue she’d been waiting for, as her body began its final spasms and Pinkie quickly got out of the way.

“Eeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Cum squirted from Watermelody’s milky, maligned magnolia blossom in all directions, seven or eight times, striking Pinkie in the face and tits, and Pinkie licked it up happily as the drama (and the drama girl) slowly settled down, her breaths returning to a standard of normalcy and her pink eyes regaining focus on the world around them.

“Well!” said Pinkie happily. “You see?! I don’t think your pussy’s ugly at all, and it does some pretty neat tricks too!”

Watermelody smiled back at her weakly over the tops of her lovely breasts. “As cannons overcharged with double cracks… though, uh, we don’t need to worry about the other one.” She struggled to sit up. “I still don’t agree, but thank you. That—whew!—felt really good.”

Pinkie patted Watermelody’s nearest knee, though her other hand was involved in one of her own breasts, since she hadn’t had any of her milk lately and it was always a good taste after some heavy sexing. Mmm, yep, that hit the spot. “That’s what I like to hear! Although I think there’s something I’m still not quite getting here.”

“Ahhhhhhh… yeah?”

“Yeah! Like you say you have sex suspended from the ceiling and stuff, but then you’re afraid to let anyone see your coochie? Do you always turn the lights off or something, because that sounds like it could get kinda dangerous, and…”

“Oh! Ha, yes, I see. No, I use Little Yorick.”

“What?”

“Pass me my beret, I’ll show you.” Pinkie did, and her eyes quickly widened as Watermelody unzipped the inside of the red beret to reveal a secret compartment containing Little Yorick, who turned out to be a long pink strap-on. She got it—him?—on with practiced ease, the base of the strap-on entirely obscuring the still-dripping hole between her legs, and Pinkie reached reverently forwards to rub her hand down the false dick’s side.

“It’s all ribbed!”

“For thy pleasure.” An impish grin accompanied the words. “Care to give it a go?”

“Uh.” Something that Pinkie had said to Green Cycle the other day suddenly came back to her. ‘If only if you were a girl with a dick, we’d be set for life.’ Well, here was what she’d been looking for! Not, like, Watermelody specifically, but ending up gay hadn’t seemed to have robbed her of that basic girlish urge to be someways filled up her frontside when she got horny, and, well, dildoes and carrots and things were okay and stuff but they weren’t quite as intimate. A girl with her own cock’n’boobs, though, there was a very promising combo! Besides, if she didn’t provide Watermelody with a girl for her strap-on to fuck just then, that would leave her with a lass-poor Yorick. “Yeah,” she said, “let’s do this!”

Despite its name, Little Yorick felt quite big as it slid into Pinkie’s grave. And oh golly gosh those ribs! The surface of Watermelody’s strap-on was the charting of a sin wave, meaning that the whole time Watermelody pushed herself deeper and deeper between Pinkie’s legs, Pinkie felt the outer lips of her pussy closing and expanding over and over again with each new ridge that entered her, and yet when the final slope made its entry and Watermelody knelt before her, fully submerged, there was nothing Pinkie could say in complaint because oh wow oh wow oh wow!

Burrowed in her beaver like a badger, Watermelody stared straight into Pinkie’s eyes, and despite the sextenuating girlcumstances Pinkie was instantly struck by her partner’s transformation. Throughout their earlier conversation, even when falling prey to loneliness or uncertainty, Watermelody had maintained a certain confidence about her. Maybe that had been acting, or maybe it was all-natural, but it had been there nonetheless. One way or another, she had guided Pinkie to this moment, and Pinkie had been happy enough to play along. But the Watermelody before her now, the Watermelody plunged deep inside her, performed a second act altogether. All the nerves about her (not really) unsightly vulva had been replaced with firm, thrusting power, and for her part, Pinkie was thrilled to feel what she would do next.

What she did next, naturally, was draw out her ridged racer and ready herself for another entry in the series. Pinkie gasped and fell backwards a little and spread out her legs, opening herself up for loving, and Watermelody climbed on top of her with a hot smirk and a hard dirk. Again and again Watermelody drove her hips up against Pinkie Pie, and bore her on her cock a thousand times till Pinkie, abwhored in her imagination, shrieked in delight.

Dimly Pinkie could make out Watermelody bouncing above her, and two boobalicious parts of her bouncing in particular, so she reached out and grabbed Watermelody’s pliant punch bowls. They were wet from the milk shooting out of Pinkie’s chest each time she felt herself plunged into—aaaaaaahh!! oh golly yes yes yes yessssss—and Pinkie’s wetware ordered her to work them delightedly. Watermelody’s big dark nipples glistened enticingly with milk and sweat, and Pinkie would have loved to suck on them, had the girl not kept on moving back and forth… but aaaaaah, she sure wasn’t complaining about that!

Pinkie joined in on the metronomy betwixt her pounded thighs, heaving her crotch forward around Little Yorick in time with Watermelody’s thrusts, and she shivered from head to toe at each glorious squish of their bodies meeting in the middle. Bound by contractual oscillation, the two pink girls came together over and over, until Pinkie started to feel a different kind of coming sneaking up on her. “Mmmmmmmrghl aaaaaah eeeee!” she managed, incoherent, and Watermelody only grinned more evilly and pressed down against Pinkie to capture her in a milky kiss.

Because, thought the one part of Pinkie’s brain that insisted on keeping on running and thinking about stuff even while the rest of her was lost in pure, violent bliss, there were as many ways to fuck somebody as there were people to fuck. Fluttershy liked sex period, but she also brought her with a kind of reverence, for Pinkie’s body and for her own, born either from the eco kids’ mother goddess thing or from her own personality. You couldn’t fuck Fluttershy and not get caught up in the wonders it did for her as she balanced her shyness and her exhibitionism, her silence and her desires. Rarity was deeply, incurably inventive, but thankfully always willing to abandon a failed invention for the sake of a new one, and that spirit of innovation carried seamlessly into her sensuality. Sweet Leaf was happy and playful, forever teasing at all but her closest moments to climax, making it clear there would be no point in sex at all if it wasn’t so much fun. Others, like Twilight or Sunset, she still didn’t know enough about to say for sure yet.

And Watermelody… Watermelody was in it for the sex itself.

Quotations gone, all smiles, completely naked but for her boots and harness, Watermelody lived her power fantasy through Little Yorick, and that fantasy bore forwards and lifted Pinkie into the air for one perfect moment of explosive happiness. Milk blasted from her flopping tits, blinding her to the world around them, and Pinkie opened her mouth to let out only the purest white noise and obligatory triple exclamation mark. It took several long seconds for her to regain consciousness, seconds that Watermelody spent decadently licking strawberry milk off Pinkie’s spent body.

And as Pinkie’s eyes and other senses slowly cleared, she noticed that the entire population of the gym seemed to be staring at them. Nude or mostly nude students of all sexes stood in a large circle with Pinkie and Watermelody at its center, and as she watched, those students were slowly turning to face one another, questioning glances transitioning to welcoming smiles. A grope here, a kiss on the neck there, and the chaste nature of the party from before had vanished away.

Watermelody too had apparently noticed something happening, for she helped Pinkie to stand in a close hug, their boobies pressing deliciously together, and whispered, “What’s going on?”

Pinkie ran a wet hand down Watermelody’s back as she answered. “I think we just broke the ice.” She scanned the outer fringes of the crowd and saw what looked like TP slipping away at one door, and at another, Starshine and Flower Child solemnly shaking hands. An inexplicable sense of worry descended upon her.

But then Rarity descended upon her too, and there was no more time for worrying because the most beautiful girl in the world was kissing her and when that happened, Pinkie Pie damn well kissed her back. They stood entangled for how long Pinkie had no idea, until suddenly Pinkie felt the edges of Little Yorick rubbing against her back, and she yelped and giggled and pulled away from Rarity to swat at the intruder at her rear. She was having fun again! “Now what?” she asked, pulling the two girls close to her to suggest an answer.

Rarity looked coquettishly at Watermelody’s coqu. “Now, darling, I suppose we party.”

But that tri-tryst only lasted so long before lustful glances and groping hands carried them all away to other partners, and Pinkie walked unsteadily through the gym in a naked, happy daze, for they were both right. She and Watermelody had been the first of the night to get down and really fuck each other, and they’d definitely broken the ice, and now it was party time for certain. Canterlot High had learned that fucking was okay—or awesome!—and was about to put that lesson to good use.

She saw Trixie bent over a box of beanbags, wearing only her long cape, panting happily as a dark-haired boy finally pounded her from behind. Her two magic trick friends, Lavender and Fuchsia or something like that, knelt nearby in a very deep kiss, reverently petting each other’s breasts and scarcely even seeming to notice the boys whose cocks they were riding. Pinkie shook her head and laughed and turned away, and ran into Sweet Leaf in the process, and that was both of their next several minutes spoken for.

Then three boys showed up to match Sweet Leaf’s earrings, and Pinkie let herself get swept away into the crowd again, feeling a little like the square dance from earlier, except this time instead of linking arms she was groping tits. She committed some form of complicated blasphemy by whispering a quiet prayer of thanks to Starshine. Girls, everywhere beautiful girls, even more pussies than in that musical she’d watched once, and enough of the girls had pink earrings that she never went untended to for too long, not seeking out another full-on climax but just enjoying the constant flow of ever-changing ministrators. She found the little girl from TP’s band who’d been fingering herself outside Rarity’s boutique, once again naked, and lifted her up and carried her into a corner for some serious pussy licking, not because they even knew each other but because she’d rarely seen somebody who was so irrepressibly excited to fuck some girls and that sort of thing felt like it should be rewarded.

On her way back to the gym’s center, she high-fived a bashful Green Cycle as he stood balls-deep in his barren, bare sister, who had evidently exhausted the three boys from before. Then her eye was caught by Photo Finish and Fluttershy, who both turned out to be feeling extremely accommodating… it was a bit difficult to get Photo Finish not to spend all her time taking meticulous closeup photographs of Pinkie’s and Fluttershy’s massive busts next to each other, so finally Pinkie and Fluttershy looked at each other and nodded. “We go!” they yelled, and leapt on Photo Finish, who disappeared beneath a sea of kisses and fondles with only a shriek of “Wunderbar!”

Next Pinkie found herself captured in a toss of a lasso, which turned out actually to be a carefully thrown long pink scarf belonging to the blue band girl, who was riding a tall, grayish, redheaded boy but still had her hands and lips free, and Pinkie deigned to be her mutual object of affections until the boy helped her to orgasm. The girl had only the most complimentary things to say about Pinkie’s breast milk, albeit complimentary things mixed in with averbal whimpers and moans, and Pinkie left the pair feeling very sexy and happy about herself.

“Pinkie Pie!” The voice was male and unfamiliar, and Pinkie turned her head curiously. Captain Planet—or ‘the Captain’—was lying on the floor near her, his immense blue cock surrounded by no fewer than three different girls stroking or licking it at different points along its length. Various bracelets and things dangled freely from his arms and legs, but it was honestly hard to look away from his drill as it pierced the heavens.

But even a huge dick was still just a dick. Pinkie grinned and lifted up her messy hair to point at her single earring. “No, no, not for me, thanks!”

“Wha?? No, man, I just… just want to… like, talk, y’know?”

Somehow this was the funniest thing Pinkie had heard all evening, and she laughed the whole way over to him. She stood looking curiously down at his mustached blue face; she realized belatedly that she was giving him a look directly up her well-fucked vagina, but her daily stores of modesty had gone out the window around the time Rarity had joined her and Watermelody after her orgasm. Feeling generous, she even parted her legs a bit to give him a better view.

“What’s up, Captain P? Heyyyy, since when can you talk, anyhoo?”

The Captain looked embarrassed, while the three underdressed girls clustered around his lowercase L paid absolutely no attention to their conversation. “That’s, like, yeah. Yeah. Like, that’s what I wanted to talk about. Yeah, y’know?”

Again Pinkie laughed, gay and carefree as… a super-carefree gay person, she guessed? Eh, whatever, they couldn’t all be gems, and anyway laughing made her huge tits bounce around and that was fun to watch. “You want to talk about… talking? Yikes, I bet you’re the only guy left here who’s interested in anything that isn’t wet and naked as a singularity.” Hot singularities in your area, act now! Wheeee.

“Yeah! Like, no.” There was strain on the Captain’s face now, like he was genuinely trying to tell her something, and she shrugged and leaned in a bit to listen. “I… Fluttershy told me. About, like, the library, how I made you cry. Couldn’t talk. Can talk now, like, y’know? A little. But not then. The drug. Poison Joke. Too much.”

Pinkie nodded. “That’s what I was told.”

“So… giving up.” She whistled appreciatively. “Still high, but… better. Don’t want to, like, can’t talk again. Could hurt somebody. That’s, like, not me. Y’know?” His eyes seemed to plead with her, and she nodded again, encouragingly. “Yeah. Gave… Fluttershy. Yeahl The last of it. Not much left, anyway. Two doses. Told her, give to you, man. Thanks. Have, like, fun.”

“You want me to have it? I’m not trying to be a big meaniepants about this, but it kiiiiiiinda seems to have done a number on you, and…”

He cut her off, his voice halting but oddly firm. “No! I had… much. Too much. Many doses. Only two left, you’ll be fine. It… nice, y’know? Nice. Calm. Relax. Feel nice, special powers. Two doses. Can’t hurt.” He reached a hand upwards, and Pinkie gently clasped it in one of her own. “Pinkie… made you cry, man. Sorry. Never wanted. It yours. Have fun.”

The unbridled emotion filling the air had apparently gotten to Pinkie, and she leaned down farther and kissed the Captain on the forehead, because he really was being awfully sweet for all his problems expressing it! Awww. “Look, I’ll chat with Fluttershy about it later, okie dokie?” she said. “She’ll give me the long and short and stuff. But thank you!”

She was about to leave for another section of the party when a thought struck her and she turned back around. She eyed the three girls for a moment. “You still seem to be pretty out of it,” she said carefully. “And we got that whole consent stuff from your eco amigos at the start of this! Are you, like, okay with your dick’s three chicks, or should I taking you away, cowboy…?”

Captain Planet looked down along his thin blue chest at the girls, who had now decided to run a competion for which of them could fit the most of his massive member into their mouths. “Nah, man… it’s fine.” He smiled back at her. “Feels… so fucking good, y’know?”

Pinkie laughed and gave him a quick salute. “Works for me, Captain!” And then she was back in party mode.

Vinyl Scratch in all her neon glory was still boogying behind her turntables, and Pinkie went to join her, offering some lascivious kisses along Vinyl’s modest boobs which were quickly accepted. Then she felt a foreign object pushing between her legs and squeaked and looked down. Lyra Heartstrings was there, her tongue buried in Vinyl’s crotch, and she had extended a few long green fingers into Pinkie’s pussy too as a way of greeting. Pinkie wasn’t even sure how Lyra had noticed she was there, so deep the girl was engaged in eating Vinyl out, but she shrugged and smiled and let Lyra have full access to her dripping lady-parts while she and Vinyl made out up above.

Lyra and Vinyl worked together awesomely as musicians, for Lyra was able to finger Pinkie in time with the music, and Vinyl played with her turntables to raise or lower the speed—while also playing with Pinkie’s turntables—until in what felt like no time at all Pinkie had been brought to wonderful orgasm again, spraying Vinyl’s equipment with strawberry milk that she swore would come out, look, she just had to rest her boobs on top and they’d absorb the milk again… except that placing her boobs on the still-in-use equipment sent all kinds of awesome vibrations running through her body, and Lyra had taken advantage of her leaning over to start eating out Pinkie instead, and what with one thing and another, it took her quite a while to get away.

She saw Fluttershy for what felt like the first time in a long while, but Fluttershy was deep in her role as the party’s other guest of honor, which seemed to involve bouncing up and down on Green Cycle’s lap and holding some hot babe in her lap and making out with her, while simultaneously giving an onlooker boy a handjob. It was so impressive that Pinkie had to stand and watch for several minutes, especially when a cute green-skinned chick noticed her standing there and offered to help her watch, and so sucked at Pinkie’s tits while Pinkie fingered her from a standing position.

The green girl was already close to climax, so Pinkie brought her there and rewarded her with a wet kiss afterwards, and then gave much the same treatment to Trixie’s friend Fuchsia, and then walked around at random for a little while until she found Rarity, who, ridiculously, was refreshing her eyeshadow.

“Rarity!” Pinkie dashed over to her with open arms, quite wet from various substances including her own milk that she was still letting pour slowly down her formidable front. “Hug?!”

“Of course, darling!” Rarity stowed her makeup supplies quickly enough to meet Pinkie in a loving embrace, and they rocked each other back and forth for a few seconds. Eventually Rarity coughed. “Sooooo…. sex?”

Pinkie pulled away and put on her best face of thoughtful concern. “Sex? Gee, Rarity, I dunno… I was doing some stuff with Lyra and Vinyl not too long ago, and I’m kinda tired…”

Rarity’s face fell a little, but to her credit, she quickly fixed it into an expression of purest generosity. “Oh, well, darling, naturally in that case—“

“Nah, I’m just fooling with you!” Pinkie grinned hugely and slapped Rarity on her shapely backside. “Let’s do it!”

“Waahaha!” Rarity’s bright, girlish laughter was cut off by an enormous pink breast in her face as they made their intertwined descent to the messy gym floor. That was Pinkie’s what, third or fourth such fall that day? Sheesh. Once on the floor they spent several minutes thoroughly tangled up, mumbling raw noises of pleasure as they explored each other’s bodies once again, before Pinkie got curious whether Rarity had any more tricks up her sleeve… so, uh, to speak.

“Soooo, wizard girl, is there anything in that black bag for me?” she asked, pointing over at Rarity’s makeup case.

Rarity nodded and stretched herself luxuriously, perfect white boobs standing up on her chest in a way that attracted the eye of every redblooded high school student in a twenty foot radius. “Mmmm! Oh, yes, of course.” She patted Pinkie’s mons pubis fondly, and her horn glowed blue again—a sight Pinkie had grown to associate with only the best results—prompting her makeup case to come floating over obediently. “Let’s pay some attention to the den behind your curtains, shall we?”

“And my titties too?”

“Without doubt. So, while my focus remains on clothing, one day I found myself wondering if there was some way to speed up any of my nightly routines. So I mixed soap bubble solution with makeup remover—I imagine you don’t need the details…”

“Nope!”

“…and with a touch of unicorn magic I was able to combine the useful properties of both. A little more work in the school’s chemistry lab, and—“

“We have a chemistry lab!?”

Rarity exhaled a gentle sigh. “Darling, sometimes I worry about your education. My point is, I was able to refine the formula eventually, but this is a prototype that came out rather too strong for makeup removal purposes, but good enough for, ah… erotic purposes. Now, I dithered on the name for a while, but—“

“Sexfoliator!”

“…” Rarity looked put upon. “…yes. But that name you came up with instantly took me literal hours. You know, maybe we should just get on with it.”

Sexfoliator came in a little glass vial—or several, Pinkie guessed, based on a quick glance inside Rarity’s makeup bag—and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. At Rarity’s instruction, Pinkie held out a hand for a little of the rainbow fluid to be poured into, and squealed as it made contact with her palm.

At first the sensation was barely noticeable as the stuff found purchase on her. Slowly, though, it found its way into her pores and began to activate, and a feeling of undeniable pleasure washed over her hand. “Ohhh! Yes!” she shouted, and Rarity laughed, and the sexfoliator bubbled across her palm and removed anything that didn’t belong there, sweat, milk, cum, other people’s cum, until there was nothing left for it to remove and it settled for tickling her all over till she cried out and kept going even after that.

Rarity hadn’t been kidding when she said it was too strong for just taking off makeup with. The sexfoliator liquid felt like it was trying to pull the very flesh from her palm, only it couldn’t quite manage, so it settled for pinching at her skin over and over like the tiniest sucking kisses in the world, thousands of them spread all across her palm, pinching and pulling her skin upward for just a fraction of a second before lovingly leaving it to spring back into place. The nerves in her hand exploded with sensation and her back arched in pleasure. She whimpered, and Rarity only kept laughing.

“Spread it out more, darling. It’s less intense that way.”

Wordlessly, but interjecting further happy whimpers and moans as she did, Pinkie obeyed. She drew back her hand and smeared the shimmering fluid across her round belly, where it reacted just as excitingly as it had on her hand but over a far larger area. “Aaaaaahh, yessssss…” Pinkie hissed quietly and lay back, exposing her body to the sweaty gym air as her belly was tickled ceaselessly, mercilessly, depravedly, wonderfully… “Aaaah!”

Rarity knelt beside her, smiling radiantly, and pressed more of the sexfoliator onto Pinkie’s right arm, all around and from her wrist right up to her armpits, where she applied particular pressure until Pinkie squealed with delight. Already there were too many parts of her body being constantly stimulated to keep track of with her finite number of brain cells, and as Rarity continued to bathe Pinkie in more and more of the shimmering fluid, coating her in shining liquid eroticity, pulling her skin, pinching, testing, kissing, loving, the problem only got more pronounced until Pinkie could not have sworn for sure she even had individual body parts! There was her mind, floating somewhere out there in some metaphysical realm, and then there was a big pink mass of physical delight lying there, whimpering as spot after spot trembled in magically-induced ecstasy.

“Ahhhhh… oooh, oh, OH yes, oh yes, OH, yes, yesyesyes YES, aaaaaaah, ohhh, yesssssssssssssssssss…”

Sexfoliator sparkled in the light from the gym’s ceiling, running all along her belly, her arms, her legs, even the sides of her face when Rarity held her there for a moment to kiss her. Everywhere tickled, but in the best way, a cross between kissing lips and little questing fingers across most of her body, eating up all the sweat and milk that had gathered there over the evening’s festivities and leaving behind only unadulterated sexual bliss in their passing.

When Rarity pressed at the insides of her legs, Pinkie willingly spread them open, expecting the application of yet more of the magic makeup remover, but instead she moaned in gratitude at the now-familiar feeling of a tongue licking at her pussy, accompanied by a couple of deft fingers that played with Pinkie’s streaming folds and manipulated her clit—“aaaaaahhhhh!”—just so. Milk poured from her like customers at a clearance sale, endless and far greater in quantity than had been there before. For all she’d been somewhat drained by her repeated encounters with Lyra and Vinyl, her time with those other two girls while watching Fluttershy’s personal orgy had gotten her pretty hot again, and then Rarity, and her, and, her, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh…

In and out Rarity’s tongue flicked like a salsa dancer, pressing against Pinkie at a dozen sensitive points and drinking up her own personal salsa, and Pinkie writhed and panted beneath the onslaught. How had she lived before this?! How had she settled for a life without a Twilight Sparkle around to give people magic powers that helped her have sex which everyone she knew and cared about? Once Fluttershy had been an unobtainable dream. Now she was an infinitely obtainable dream, with not only glorious knockers but also soft yellow wings to hold Pinkie close or lift her off the ground. Rarity had gained the powers to fill Pinkie’s body with mind-numbing sexual pleasure that felt like it would never end, all across her legs and arms and stomach, tickling, testing, ahh, yes! Yes! And Pinkie Pie herself, of course, Pinkie…

Oh, right, her boobies! Through a delirious fog, Pinkie remembered that somebody needed to play with her boobies a bit if she was ever going to orgasm. She moaned happily as Rarity made sticky hot love to her inverse lava lamp, then managed to raise two hands glistening with rainbows to her breasts. She wondered briefly why Rarity had left them completely uncoated, then shrugged and pressed the sexfoliator onto and around her desperately streaming nipples.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The obvious answer hit her in a flash of tickling fire that ran right up her core and exploded into her brain. Rarity’s crazy new makeup product extracted stuff from skin; her boobs absorbed liquid. Suddenly the whole front surfaces of her dual dwarf planets were alive with energy like the surface of a trampoline, springing wildly up and down with no way for her to control or stop them as magic battled magic for command over her breasts. Even the heavenly sensations from the sexfoliator spread all over the rest of her body faded somewhat in comparison as her breasts leapt up and down, slapping wetly against her chest and sending waves of arousal throughout her bouncing body every time they hit. There was only a monolithic experience of extreme sexual pleasure filling her now, plus the unimaginable intensity of her uncalmable tits while they sprayed milk everywhere and bounced like in a bad animated cartoon, and the delicate-yet-delectable delirium of Rarity’s face buried between her legs, still fingering and licking and nibbling away like a true, true friend.

Even from such a plateau of sexual sensation Pinkie was sure she could find a way to go up, and she gathered more of the rainbow oils from all over her body and pressed it to her quaking tits, covering as much as them as she could manage while they fought to get away from her, all but crackling with erotic energy. Her milk was flowing faster than ever, but even that ran into problems as Pinkie layered the hyperpowerful makeup remover over her nipples, unable to think of anything by that point but more pleasure, more tingling, more breasts, more! Magic strawberry stuff and magic rainbow stuff mixed together across the tremendous curves of her breasts, bubbling and steaming and forming an odd, pink, semi-transparent film over them. Still Pinkie worked her tits, kneading ever more sexfoliator into them and squealing at each of her body’s excited reactions to that or to Rarity down below, until all sensation failed her, all conscious thought, all sense of person or place or time, and all that was left was an ear-splitting screech—

“YES!!!”

—and milk gushed from her like if a bomb had suddenly gone off at the bottom of a lake a thousand feet deep and the lake had launched into the air to drown the inhabitants of every neighboring village in a single moment of orgiastic orgasm.

But a quarter minute later, as Pinkie lay panting, exhausted by bliss, she noticed that neither she nor Rarity had been drenched at all. Her milk floated above them in a huge bubble with a translucent, rainbow-colored membrane holding it together, floating slowly sideways in response to some hint of a wind within the gym’s walls. Pinkie watched it in a sort of peaceful detachment for a while, then summed up the experience with the only word she could think of.

“Wow.”

Rarity nestled up beside her, resting on one elbow so that she could look down at Pinkie’s contented face. “Wow looked quite right, darling. Shall I put that quote on the packaging?”

“Packa—wha? Ohhhh.” Pinkie struggled upright, briefly baffled at how dry she was—or at least her torso, for her well-handled pussy remained a strawberry-flavored Sea World—before realizing that her orgasm must have expelled every last drop of milk and makeup remover into the air above them. She giggled. “Wow. Um, actually, I dunno if I’d want to release it quite like that. That was a whole lot of experience just now, even for me.”

“Too strong?”

“Too… something. I mean, I had a super-awesome time right now and you’re such an awesome friend and I’m totally grateful! But I’m not sure if I could, like, physically handle doing it all again. Whew!”

“Awww.” Rarity pouted. “I suppose I have only tried it on myself in rather more limited quantities. Pity, I was hoping to get a turn after you were done too.”

Pinkie looked upwards for a moment. A smile spread across her face. “Well, in that case… hey, Rarity, catch!”

“Catch? What do you---aaaaaaahh!”

Pinkie reached up and gave the drifting bubble of milk and sexfoliator a push in midair. The bubble flew into the tip of Rarity’s very visible, very pointy horn. The bubble popped.

Rarity was suddenly very, very wet.

“Pinkie Pie…!” Rarity growled deep in her throat before lunging at Pinkie, who caught her, laughing, and then they were rolling around on the floor, except they abandoned any pretense of it being a fight quite quickly and were soon kissing furiously whenever their faces happened to line up. Rarity had found Pinkie’s tits, which admittedly didn’t take much work, and one of Pinkie’s hands found Rarity’s pussy, because after all she’d been pretty neglected the whole time Pinkie had been busy dying of happiness, and she took the time to suck at Rarity’s nipples a bit too whenever she got the chance as they rolled back and forth. Meanwhile the sexfoliator got quite smeared over both of them, for all that it was somewhat diluted by milk at that point, and Rarity whimpered happily while Pinkie covered her body with all sorts of personal attentions. Finally they sat together for a while, Rarity crosslegged and fingering herself and moaning as the shimmering rainbow liquid worked its magic all over her, and Pinkie working both her horn and her boobs, until finally Rarity too hit her climax and shrieked and fired magic lights everywhere before relaxing into Pinkie’s arms.

“I see what you mean,” she said eventually. “For full body use my current blend may be just, ah, a trifle strong. Mmmmmm! Oh, but I do feel so good right now!”

“Mmmhmmm.” Pinkie petted her lazily, then blinked and looked around her. She’d almost forgotten for a while there that they were still part of a huge party/orgy. Nobody had tried to join in during her rounds of lovemaking with Rarity, and she did notice that some students must have gotten exhausted and gone home, for the crowds looked a little thinner than before, but there were still naked people all over the place, having a great time. Ah, youthful energy!

“Eh?” Rarity followed her gaze. “Ah, yes, the party! Quite a success—and do you know, I’m positive that I overheard at least half a dozen students complimenting some of the decorations that I put up.” She giggled and nuzzled up against Pinkie Pie’s welcoming breasts. “I almost want to share some of my sexfoliator around—spread the love, I think it’s called?—but I really don’t have the energy for that right now.”

Pinkie Pie started nodding, then halted as an idea occurred to her. She grinned down at Rarity. “That might not be a problem! Didn’t you say that stuff was half soap bubble?”

“Hmm? Oh, hmm, roughly…?”

“Then aren’t you lucky that this gym here is my party supply central, and I always keep a few bubble blowers around for bubble-blowing-related emergencies!”

The Bubble Berry Blitzathonomatic III 2000 With Cheese did not, in point of fact, come with any cheese, but it was otherwise among the most powerful, amazing, high-output, generally all-round bubbalicious bubble blowers on the market. It worked on a simple principle: bubble solution went in one end, physics and other science that Pinkie didn’t understand happened, and then bubbles came out the other end. Rarity begged out of the experiment, citing exhaustion, but Pinkie helped herself to the remaining glass vials from Rarity’s bag and poured them all into the Blitzathonomatic to see what would happen.

The machine took a few seconds to start running, a problem which could be fixed by upgrading to the Bubble Berry Blitzathonomatic IV 6000 (Limited Gluten-Free Edition) instead if only she had the money, but once it got going it was a sight to see. Dozens, scores, hundreds of little rainbow bubbles flew from its rapidly rotating nozzle, and soon the gym was alive with little globes of magic, refracting light onto the partiers like a million disco balls floating through the air.

“Ahhh!” “Look!” “So pretty!” “Well, I’ll be…”

Everywhere the revelers interrupted their orgies to stare up at the bubbles filling up the gym, and Pinkie grinned and poured the next to last vial into the Blitzathonomatic’s input pool. She looked at the final vial, tilted her head, but ultimately decided Rarity should have at least one left to play with on her own. She had a party to explore, for, uh, the third time? First when everyone had been bottomless and just having fun, then when it’d been an orgy proper, and now with rainbow bubbles floating over everything. Of course, soon enough those bubbles were going to start landing on people and then there’d be orgasms everywhere, but nobody else knew about that just yet…

“Pinkie Pie!” Tight End, from the soccer team, was waving her over from next to an overturned table of party supplies with a cheerleader hanging on his other arm—a real cheerleader, even, although wearing just about as little as Pinkie and Fluttershy had been wearing that one time—so she wandered over to see what he wanted. “Pinkie! Great party, dude!”

Pinkie grinned and bounced in response, not above showing off her tits a little. “Thanks! Which did you prefer, the happy-happy first half or the fucky-fucky second half?”

“Hey, I was down with both!” He rewarded her with a confident wink that would probably have been quite attractive if she was into boys. “I mean, your parties are always the bomb! But on the other hand, I’m a huge fan of naked women.”

“Uh… right! Completely! And one of the best parts about naked women…”

“…is banging them!” Tight End looked amazed. “We should hang out more, dude! It’s like you totally understand me on a deep level.”

“Hehehehe! Wellllllll, you know where to find me,” said Pinkie, which she supposed wasn’t the same as actually agreeing to his plan. Fortunately the cheerleader got his attention by pointing at some of the bubbles, and Pinkie was able to slip away and wave to Vinyl Scratch, who gave her a wordless thumbs up and put on a techno remix of ‘Tiny Bubbles,” and then sidled over to steal one of the last glasses of punch from a bowl behind Trixie, who was worrying to one of her friends that she would never get her paper written.

Most people, though, were still staring up at the bubbles, standing in groups of two or three and talking quietly among themselves. Watermelody stood with a couple of other naked drama kids, Little Yorick still harnessed around her crotch, delivering some dramatic speech while her cohorts applauded at appropriate intervals. Rather than try to understand the speech, Pinkie stepped over Lyra, who was lying blissed out on the floor with her legs wide open to passersby, and ventured into another random crowd of partiers.

TP was long gone, of course, but she did run into the fingering girl again, who hugged her tight and thanked her half a dozen times for hosting such an awesome party, and Pinkie tried to point out it was technically Flower Child’s idea but still felt good for the compliments. Where was Flower Child, anyway? Pinkie couldn’t remember seeing her since she’d fucked Watermelody, her or Starshine either. Weird. Well, if they’d left Pinkie in charge, Pinkie supposed she was okay with that, since everybody really did seem to have had a great time.

She was hailed by a mixed-sex group of three students who recognized her better than she did them, and graciously accepted even more compliments. “It was just really great,” said the boy, and Pinkie nodded happily. Positive feedback! Yes! “Like, I’m not sure the middle of the week was the best time for something this big? But otherwise I think this was a great way for everyone to get closer together, outside of one of the big school-sponsored dances.”

“Yeah!” The smaller girl—a techie, maybe?—was clearly still at least a little embarrassed, given that she was covering up her pussy with one hand and her boobs with the other, but nonetheless her face looked happy and full of energy as she talked. “At my old school, we never used to have big parties like this, but now I’m so glad I transferred!”

Pinkie felt warm and fuzzy all over. More votes for more parties! “And all the sex?” she asked.

“Ooh, the sex was great!” said the other girl.

“No, I mean… it didn’t feel, I dunno, all weird and freaky? Doin’ it at school and stuff?”

“Oh.” The smaller girl thought about it for a moment. “Kind of? But I think ultimately it was really about reclaiming our bodies and saying to the world, right here, right now, we have the right to be ourselves.”

“Yeah,” said the boy. “And not just to the world but, like, each other? Like, me and my girlfriend had been worrying about this for a while, because we’re in high school, and do we want to get teased for having had sex? Or do we want to get teased for not having had any yet? So getting to do it at a big event like this, with so many people around, made it feel like just a normal part of social life.”

They all turned to look at the third member of their group, a tall girl with big tits and long multicolored hair. “Don’t look at me,” she said, “I was just here for all the fucking.”

Pinkie laughed and gave the girl a high five, her gaze lingering for a long moment on her tits—but no, she was wearing only a blue earring, oh well—and moved on. Obviously it was a hugely self-selecting group of people, but everywhere she went Pinkie heard only good things about herself and the party, till she felt like she was practically walking on air, except of course that would have made her run into all those bubbles still floating up there.

By the time she found Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf, also watching the shimmering bubbles, she was too happy to say anything and just walked up and hugged them both. Fluttershy gifted her with a warm, loving smile, and Pinkie felt her heart melt all over again.

“I don’t remember hearing about any plans for a bubble show,” said her beautiful girlfriend. “Was this your idea?”

“Partly! And then Rarity provided the raw materials.”

“Rarity? I didn’t think she cared about things that weren’t clothes… oh dear, that came out ruder than I’d meant it.”

“Hehe, nope, she said basically the same thing! But it turns out they’re actually a sex toy… oh, and magic, of course.”

“Magic?!”

Pinkie and Fluttershy turned around to see who had sounded so excited by this idea. A few feet away was an old stepladder, and on it stood a very naked Photo Finish, just inches below the bubble layer. “Say no more,” she said, and Pinkie complied. A crowd had gathered around the stepladder, and Pinkie suddenly realized that a lot of people must have been wondering what the bubbles were and what they felt like. “I now know that I am the best girl to use this ladder. Yes, I, Photo Finish…

“…shall capture the Magics!”

Photo Finish climbed the last few steps of the ladder, and the bubbles of sexfoliator flew in to capture her instead. There was an almost instantaneous reaction as she shrieked twice, once sounding surprised and the second time sounding very happy. Photo Finish stood transfixed for several seconds, her body shaking as a look of bliss passed onto her face below her sunglasses, then she fell into the arms of several students waiting below her… who quickly started squirming too as they came into contact with the magical liquid on her skin.

“A sex toy, you say?” whispered Fluttershy, her hot breath in Pinkie’s ear making Pinkie’s nipples stand at attention.

“Yep, I… ooooooooh boy. Here we go!”

“Huh?”

Pinkie Pie had noticed a telltale flash of electric blue light from another part of the gym, and as if pressed by some invisible force, the layers of bubbles were floating slowly downwards onto the assembled students. A second or two more, and then Canterlot High erupted into sex as everyone became covered in little shimmering spots of sexfoliator and started whimpering in ecstasy.

It wasn’t as intense a coating as last time, since the bubbles had spread all across the gym, meaning that Pinkie was better able to keep hold of conscious thought, but the feelings being less powerful made them no less wonderful. She and Fluttershy dropped to their knees, reaching out to each other, working the magic liquid all over each other’s bodies, and Pinkie purred in pleasure while Fluttershy’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. The pulling force from the settled makeup remover had her wings flapping wildly, which blew some remaining bubbles all around the gym and caused even more happy shrieks from her targets, and she made the cutest, sexiest noises when Pinkie spread a thin layer of shimmering rainbows all over her bodacious bosom.

A familiar sucking feeling presented itself at her left nipple, and Pinkie looked down and grinned at Sweet Leaf drinking milk while rubbing down her own body from neck to toe. Pinkie reluctantly spared one hand—ah, the trials of hot lesbian orgy life!—to finger Sweet Leaf’s quite visible fuzzbucket while she continued to touch Fluttershy all over with the other. Her right breast was again fizzing all over where milk met makeup remover, and her whole chest heaved in response to the warring magic forces, and she could only gasp in eternal pleasure and continue to show her appreciation for the two naked girls before her.

All around them were other heaps of naked students moaning and desperately stroking each other all over while they were racked with that same unrelenting, delicious tickling sensation that stripped away cum and sweat and spilled punch and everything but the rawest sexual desire. All conversation was over, replaced with the simplest, happiest of noises as boy and girl alike reveled in the impossible feelings that they were helping to cover every inch of one another’s bodies with. Pinkie could just barely see Trixie’s friends again, this time locked in a tight sixty-nine position and moaning loudly into each other’s secret compartments, before bliss overtook her senses again.

“Nnnnnnnnh… Pinkie…” Fluttershy was calling her name, shivering with desire, her tits trembling hypnotically, and Pinkie leaned in to kiss her, but neither of them could close their eyes with all the energy rushing through them, so they stared hungrily at one another as their tongues met and met again, twirling wetly together above their boobs as they smashed together and vibrated against one another.

“Mmmmmmmph…” Sweet Leaf had escaped the breast collision and was licking at Fluttershy’s pussy, and Pinkie petted her all over her back, tossing her long green hair aside to better rub the sexfoliator deep into her skin, intent that every bit of her feel that wonderful pulling pleasure that had taken over the entire gym. Pinkie had no idea how this last party activity would ever stop, but knew she couldn’t think of a better way to end things, with everyone consumed by this unstoppable, tremendous lust and liquid energy. She was hearing screams of blissful orgasm every few seconds already. Fluttershy pressed harder against her, doubling their kiss and grinding her nintendo-hard nipples deep into Pinkie’s endless tits, and Pinkie caressed her in return, sure nothing could ruin this moment…

…and then the sprinkler system turned on. Freezing cold, completely unmagical water rained from the ceiling, soaking everybody at once and prompting shouts of fear and anger all over. The sexfoliator was quickly, inevitably washed from their bodies, leaving Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf and all the rest of the gym huddled naked and cold and miserable and confused. And through the chaos, an angry voice shouted eight immortal words.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Fluttershy breathed in sharply, her eyes wide. “Oh no.”

The sprinklers stopped, and every pair of eyes in the room turned to face the gym’s main doors. There, soaking wet but looking no less imperial or majestic for it, stood Principal Celestia, her face a mask of disgust. She wore a pearly white jacket over a beautiful yellow dress emblazoned with sun designs all around the hem, suggesting she had not still been at Canterlot High when she had somehow learned about the party. To her left was Vice Principal Luna, dressed more casually in a Three Wolf Moon t-shirt and midnight-blue jeans. And on the right, garbed in her traditional brown corset and ankle-length red skirt, was a very calm Starshine. Pinkie looked at Fluttershy, who only shrugged in return, clearly having no more idea what was going on than Pinkie did. At least that finally explained where Starshine had gone off to… kind of…

No one had dared respond yet, and Principal Celestia took another few steps forwards into the mess that was the gym. Water, punch, cum, magic makeup remover, and strawberry milk pooled around her shoes, but she paid them no heed, staring out across the countless piles of naked boys and girls. Some, like Pinkie Pie, had moved to cover themselves from Celestia’s glare, while others still showed everything off to the world, either from shock or because, like Fluttershy, they didn’t care enough not to or even enjoyed the attention.

“Who,” said Celestia, very slowly, “is in charge of this… festival?”

“That would be me, ma’am.”

It was funny, thought Pinkie Pie vaguely as Flower Child detached herself from one wall, that she had never once thought about how similar Flower Child and Principal Celestia looked. Not to the point of thinking they were related or anything like that, and of course Flower Child was a good bit shorter, but it did make it easier to think of them as enemies. The two white-bodied women stood watching each other carefully, one naked and one not, both with long floofy hairdos cascading down their backs. No one else dared say anything.

“Ms. Flower Child…” Pinkie couldn’t tell from Celestia’s voice what emotions she was feeling, and for that matter maybe Celestia couldn’t either. “You know, I did get a notification earlier that somebody had hacked into the student database. I’d dismissed it, but…”

“That was me. In my defense, I was only making sure that nobody underage could attend tonight.”

“Thank you.” Celestia’s shoulders twitched, and some of her angry resolve seemed to leave her. “I… I could understand this from some of our students, but… Flower Child, I’ve always held you in high regard as one of our best pupils. What explanation do you have?”

At this Starshine stepped forwards, her long skirt flowing gracefully around her every step. She took Flower Child’s hand in hers and kissed her before turning to face Celestia. Pinkie supposed the two of them were having one of their friendlier days. “Mighty Celestia,” said Starshine, her voice steeped in the same reverence she had used to first greet Pinkie Pie in the library. “While Sister Flower Child is not blameless in this adventure, we did share the planning, and the responsibility. I pray that we will moreover share your forgiveness when this is over.”

“Ms. Starshine? But, you…” Principal Celestia seemed to fumble for words, and Luna almost stepped in to help her but seemed to think better of it. At last Celestia gestured helplessly at Starshine’s outfit. “Starshine… in a whole gym full of naked teenagers, you’re the only girl properly dressed, and you mean to say that—“

“Actually.” Flower Child cut her off, and Pinkie felt all the flesh on the back of her neck turn cold at the sight of Flower Child’s sudden smile. “That’s not quite right, ma’am.”

Starshine curtsied beautifully. “I am in fact the only student here in violation of our dress code.”

“What?!”

“Once upon a time,” said Starshine, in a voice so deep and melodious that Pinkie could not have stopped listening if she had tried, “there was a woman who became principal of a major high school. Everyone respected how quickly she had earned her wings and risen to the post, but her comparative lack of experience did mean that her new students had little to draw on to learn what kind of woman she was. When her sister was appointed to the position of Vice Principal, with even less direct experience, they were left more uncertain still. And so some resolved to test her authority.

“A group of young women with more money than modesty bought short skirts and wore them to the high school to see what the principal would do. They were beautiful of face and figure and attracted much attention, but the principal did nothing. So they bought more skirts, even shorter than the last, and wore those too. Still the principal did nothing.

“Finally on the third day, presented with girls wearing skirts shorter than ever, their underwear showing at every step, and even with other girls following their examples, the principal felt forced to take action. Perhaps, Principal Celestia, you can tell us all what she did.”

Celestia answered slowly, her voice bearing faint echoes of a sadness long past. “I realized that I had been too lenient to earn the students’ respect. I did not punish the girls, of course. I only wrote a brief dress code, laying out a minimum length for skirts—one that was short, yes, but decent—and Canterlot High has upheld it ever since.”

“No,” said Flower Child, “you didn’t.”

Starshine shook her head. “I’m sorry, Principal, but you’re still wrong.” She turned to face the rest of the gym, drawing Pinkie and all the others in with her eyes. “The dress code established that day did not lay out a minimum length for skirts. It said that skirts must be a particular length… but the word minimum was not used. Ever since then, all girls at Canterlot High have been required to wear miniskirts every day, until now when nobody could imagine it being any different, had not Sister Flower Child and I discovered the fact in the archives of the school newspaper.”

Somehow this was what finally prompted Vice Principal Luna to speak. “But… but this is madness!” she said, gesturing wildly at the air. “The students at that time… they would have said something! We would have received complaints, petitions…”

Starshine nodded. “You did. And you ignored them, taking them to be the desperate missives of a student body who still wished to test you, or else who genuinely wished to wear skirts shorter than the length you had decreed. The letters went unread.”

“Eventually,” said Flower Child, “they gave up. Miniskirts became the norm in culture as well as rule. A tall boot industry sprang up to cover girls’ legs instead. And then Starshine and I read all this, and decided to test you another way. Starshine wore skirts longer than regulation. I wore pants. You did not care. We realized that you did not even know the details of the code that governed half the school’s population.”

“In fairness, on closer readings of the code, we realized that girls were not actually required to wear skirts at all—only that skirts they did wear must be a certain length. So Sister Flower Child in her pants has been without sin, and all others assembled here—who you can plainly see are wearing no skirts—are equally acceptably dressed.”

“I can’t wait,” said Flower Child, “to see how you two plan to punish Starshine for three years of covering too much of her legs. Or maybe you’ll take this opportunity to give this school some sane rules instead. Which will it be?”

There was a deathly silence in the gym after Starshine and Flower Child had finished. Everyone, Luna included, stared at Principal Celestia, who stood with shoulders slumped and head bowed. Finally she turned her face up to look at Flower Child, and Pinkie could see the pain in her expression.

“If this is true,” said Celestia, “then I apologize to you and to all the previous classes of girls to attend this school. I will form a committee to rework our dress code first thing tomorrow, and you and any other students are welcome to give their feedback, which I swear will not be left ignored and unread. Flower Child, Starshine… I may not approve of your methods in bringing this to my attention, but I cannot fault your willingness to question authority when it is truly in the wrong. I hope this world will someday see great things from you both.

“However…” Her gaze passed away from Flower Child, and Pinkie Pie winced. There was still a bunch of stuff that hadn’t been talked about. “Whatever the dress code may or may not say, I am certain that sexual relations at school, let alone massive orgies, remain strictly forbidden.”

“They are,” said Flower Child immediately.

“But,” said Starshine, “should they be?”

Again Luna burst into the conversation, her voice far louder than Celestia’s even at its angriest. “You speak nonsense! This is a place of learning! Opening the door to such licentious behavior would destroy our students’ concentration, imperil their studies, ruin their grades…”

Flower Child turned to face her. “Bold talk from a woman who, seeing two students with their breasts exposed, brought them into her office, ordered them to fuck each other in front of her, and even licked one of their cunts until she came.” A shocked murmur ran through the gym, and Pinkie’s head whipped around to stare at Fluttershy, who quietly whispered something about having maybe mentioned a few details to her friends at some point.

“On second thought,” said Luna after a moment, her face flushed, “I think I will recuse myself from this discussion. Pray, uh, continue.”

Celestia was momentarily at a loss for words, but quickly rallied, glaring down at the implacable Flower Child. “Sex is not the purpose of this school! You—we—all have better things to do than be excited by each other’s bodies!”

Starshine looked at her thoughtfully. “Do you think so, Celestia? Would any truly reasonable person, presented with this situation, feel no arousal? No stirring inside her, no calling to join in our most basic bond?”

Celestia hesitated. “Well, I…”

Starshine spoke two words, loudly and clearly. “Celestia: Undress.” A blue glow, one that Pinkie had already seen several other times that evening, surrounded Principal Celestia from head to toe, and then in a matter of moments her dress had magically come apart and fallen from her body, leaving her naked but for her pearly jacket and sensible shoes. Fluttershy squeezed Pinkie’s hand, and Pinkie returned the gesture, her throat dry—on the one hand, she had never realized just how big their principal’s great white tits were, but on the other, she knew exactly how that dress had come to pieces…

“Perhaps,” said Flower Child, her voice sounding just as careful as Starshine’s had a moment ago, “we need a third party to help us. Sweet Leaf, if you would?”

For a moment, while Sweet Leaf stood up from beside her, Pinkie’s mind went blank. Then her body turned to ice as she realized exactly what was about to happen. She clutched at Sweet Leaf’s hand, pulling her back. “Sweet Leaf, no, you can’t…!”

Sweet Leaf looked blankly back at her. “Pinkie, it’s just another part of the plan. They’re almost done anyway…”

“But…” But they couldn’t do that, not to their principal, not in front of everyone! Oh, why did the only time she was really good at talking about stuff have to be when she was talking about sex? She looked around desperately. “Fluttershy, help me talk her out of this!”

“Out of what?”

“Kissing her!” Fluttershy still looked blank, but Sweet Leaf didn’t say anything, so she had to be right. “They want Sweet Leaf to use her special kiss on Celestia, remember? The one that makes someone orgasm instantly?”

“Oh no!” Fluttershy’s eyes were wide again, and she stared at Sweet Leaf as the Fluttershy that Pinkie had known for most of her time at Canterlot High, the frightened Fluttershy, the Fluttershy who hated to be the center of attention… for any reason other than her amazing breasts. “Sweet Leaf, she’ll be humiliated forever! We’re her students! We can’t—you can’t do that to her…”

“Guys.” Sweet Leaf shook free, her face apologetic, but she walked away anyway, and Pinkie didn’t know what else she could say. “Masters. You know I can’t handle serious conversations… it’s just one kiss, and…”

Sweet Leaf kept walking, and… oh. Pinkie Pie still didn’t know the details, any of them, but maybe, maybe. She could feel every eye in the room staring at her as she stood up, even Sweet Leaf turned back to give her one last chance. She gulped. She wasn’t Fluttershy, so she was still able to talk and stuff, but she’d much rather be cracking a joke or something with this much attention. Still…

“What would Applejack say?”

Silence. Long, thick, silence, and then Sweet Leaf, fists clenched, said coldly, “You have no fucking right,” spat at her, and ran from the room.

The room remained silent as Pinkie sat down again, though she could see both Flower Child and Starshine glaring at her. She turned to Fluttershy and shivered. “I think I just burned three bridges.”

Fluttershy hugged her tight. “Well, I’m proud of you, um, if that helps at all.” Pinkie hugged her back, immensely grateful.

Slowly, the attention of the students in the gym returned to the tableau by the gym doors, where Starshine, Flower Child, and Principal Celestia still stood upright, although Vice Principal Luna had found a pitcher of lemonade that was only half-empty and was pouring herself a cup. It would have been amusing if only Pinkie hadn’t been suddenly feeling so miserable. And before Celestia had shown up, everything had been awesome…!

“I hate henchmen,” said Flower Child at last. She strode over to Celestia and pressed a hand against the principal’s crotch, prompting several shocked gasps from among the students. “There!” she said, holding her hand up. “Look! See? You’re still aroused! None of that mattered!”

Starshine swished across the floor and slapped her hand away. “Flower Child, you’re being hysterical. Let me handle this.”

“Fine.” Flower Child sounded furious, her usually calm and blunt exterior torn to shreds. She stalked off to the side, and Pinkie at least was hardly sad to see her go.

“Mighty Celestia.” Starshine’s tones bore the weight of centuries with them and effortlessly reclaimed the peaceful gravity that the whole scene with Sweet Leaf had disturbed earlier. She even knelt down and handed Celestia her dress back, which Celestia accepted with injured dignity. “Please understand that I, and many if not all of my fellows gathered here, do truly respect you. As a principal, as a role model, and in some cases, as a friend.”

“Thank you, Ms. Starshine.” Celestia held her parted dress in front of her, covering up her breasts and crotch, but didn’t try to figue out how to put it back on with everyone watching.

“Understand also that my respect for you does makes me only more willing, not less, to criticize you in those few cases I truly believe you to be in the wrong.” Pinkie shivered. She didn’t exactly disagree with anything Starshine was saying, but golly, she could imagine doing a lot of strange things if that beautiful voice told her to.

“I assure you, Ms. Starshine, you do have my attention.”

“Thank you, Principal.” Starshine curtsied again, which Pinkie thought might be taking it a little too far, but okay, whatever. “Principal Celestia… is it your true belief that students here do not have sex? While in school, even?”

“Well… no, of course not.” Celestia sighed. “You will understand if I do not name names…”

“And you will understand if I do,” said Starshine, with a soft smile. “Myself and Sister Flower Child, in particular, have defiled your library on multiple occasions, along with others whom I will not involve in this without their consent… well, I shall mention Sister Fluttershy and Mother Pinkie Pie, whose performance at our recent soccer game was as close to school-sanctioned as anything could be.”

“Ah…”

“If anyone else would like to place on record their own histories, excepting of course anything done at this party tonight, I would not object,” said Starshine, and slowly hands began to rise. Green Cycle and the Captain were first, of course, being on the same team and everything. Watermelody’s hand went up not long after, and then Rarity’s, and others. Not everyone raised their hand—less than half the people there, honestly, maybe even less than a third—but suddenly the discussion felt a whole lot bigger than just Starshine vs. Celestia. Pinkie looked at Fluttershy, no longer knowing what to feel, and Fluttershy only smiled and squeezed her hand again.

“You knew of at least some of this.” It was not a question, but Starshine still managed to make it sound much kinder than Flower Child would have.

“I did.”

“And you did nothing?”

“Yes.” Celestia was looking down again, and Pinkie felt sorry for her, but this wasn’t the same kind of humiliation that they’d been threatening with Sweet Leaf. Maybe it was fine to just sit back and see what was going to happen.

Starshine stepped forward, was about to lay a hand on Celestia’s shoulder, then seemed to think better of it. She stopped for a moment. “Would you… would you say you did nothing to punish us, because you liked us?”

Celestia sighed again. “I… given the choice, Ms. Starshine, I would use a word less transparently corrupt than saying I ‘liked’ you. But it comes to much the same thing. I have always enjoyed our conversations, and you and Flower Child have solid grades and great social responsibility. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie helped to save us all from a demon, Fluttershy has always been a model student, despite her difficulties with public attention, and Pinkie Pie’s parties unite our school like nothing else. Yes, I admit favoritism.”

“And if all of—“ Starshine paused. “If, uh, three out of four of us are such good students”—Pinkie Pie blushed—“what does that mean for Vice Principal Luna’s argument that opening Canterlot High’s doors to sexuality will imperil our studies?”

“You cannot believe you are representative of the entire school.” Celestia winced a little at her own words, but kept going. “I… in your place, when I was in high school, if I’d been offered…”

“I am not defending such a belief, nor impugning your own character,” said Starshine, her voice reassuring. “But think outside of Canterlot High for a moment. Do some drivers, placed within automobiles, fail to follow the laws regulating them? Have crashes? Even kill people? Of course. But do we therefore ban every person in the world from using an automobile?”

“No, of course not.” Celestia waved a hand at Starshine, frowning. “I’m sure you have more examples, but we all get the idea. We give people licenses to drive cars, and you think if I give you licenses to have sex…”

“Uh, roughly.” Starshine shrugged. “That would be a bit extreme… I don’t imagine you really wish to preside over any sort of licensing exam?” From the audience, Pinkie desperately tried not to look over at Luna. “But perhaps,” continued Starshine, “the reverse system. If a students’ grades, or other measures of performance, come to fall, revoke their sexual privileges until they can improve…”

“And now you will ask me, how better to encourage our students to improve their studies but to reward them with sex?”

Starshine smiled. “No, that was going to be Sister Flower Child’s point, but then I told her to shut up.”

“Of course. Doubtless you have some reasons why sex is an inherent good as well, so I could not banish my past hypocrisies simply by banning it altogether and cracking down on past exceptions?”

“Well, it does awaken our inner connections to our Mother Goddess…”

Celestia laughed. “Besides your religion, which you know full well I do not share.”

“Yes, but I had to mention it.” Starshine took a moment to compose her thoughts, and Pinkie was struck by how familiarly the two acted. Neither sounded angry anymore… it was like they were having a simple conversation, as they’d probably done many times before—going by Celestia’s apparent familiarity with Starshine’s beliefs, though maybe they didn’t usually talk quite so formally as this— and the rest of the school just happened to get to listen in. And, well, hold some stakes in the outcome, she supposed.

“Your sister,” said Starshine after thinking, “said this was a place of learning, and I agree with all my heart. But I do not agree that all we have to learn is what is taught by us our teachers… and I think you would agree, or else you would not bring us to learn together in the first place, but would send us all our lessons by mail or some similar convenience.”

“You learn from each other as much as from us.”

“Yes. And surely, to learn from each other we must share ourselves with each other. How can we do that more fully and openly than to share our bodies?”

“A debatable point, Starshine. Not everyone shares your values either.”

“No. But… Celestia, in your heart of hearts, do you really think that you can eliminate sex from CHS completely? Sister Fluttershy has wings now. Sister Flower Child and I may well know of hidden places that even you do not. Perhaps, out of respect to you, the three of us would change our ways… but would everyone?”

“…” Celestia shifted her weight to one foot, then back again, thinking. “You’re leading me, but I’d rather hear your conclusion directly.”

Starshine turned her head to take in the expanse of naked students still filling the gym, though Pinkie could not tell if her gaze lingered on anyone in particular, or if she was simply taking inventory. Still, she found herself leaning forwards a little, wanting to see what would happen next. She squeezed Fluttershy’s hand too, and saw her girlfriend’s smile from the corner of her eye.

Gathering her skirts around her, Starshine knelt before Principal Celestia, lowering her head for a moment of deference before looking back up. “Celestia… we are young. We are foolish. We will make mistakes. We will hurt each other. We will do this in jest, and in friendship, and in love, and in sex.

“You are our teachers. We look to you, not to tell us how to multiply two numbers, but to tell us how to live. What we cannot tell our parents, or even our friends, we tell to you. Our accomplishments, we owe to ourselves… but also to you.

“Celestia, in this too I ask that you be not our enemy, but our leader. Our inspiration. If sex is something we hide away in unused closets, or on the roof, we will fail. If sex is something we cruelly taunt each other about, as if its practice—or absence—is something to be ashamed of, we will fail. But if you open this place of learning to us to truly learn, to grow better, to treat each other with love and understanding, to ask questions and receive honest answers…

“Well… I do not know what will happen. The Goddess has not blessed me with such knowledge. But I would like for us to try.”

For a long while no one spoke. Starshine remained kneeling before their principal, who stared into the distance, and everyone else only looked at the two of them and waited. Under other circumstances, Pinkie Pie supposed that she was the one who would jump in and say something wacky and defuse the tension, but she wasn’t in the mood anymore.

Celestia stirred, and the gym held its breath. She looked down at Starshine, and Pinkie thought she saw a hint of a smile. “I do not trust myself to give an answer that could decide the entire future of the school on such short notice,” she said at last. “You have spoken well, Starshine, and whatever I decide, I am very glad to have had you as our student.

“I will give you—the school—my decision tomorrow. I will say nothing more, lest I give you false hopes or disappointments. But I will at least remove the dress code until then, as a gesture of respect… for those students who are legally of age.”

Starshine nodded from her kneeling position. “That is not my fight.”

“Thank you.” Celestia turned to the rest of the assembled students. “I will see you all tomorrow… perhaps rather more of you than usual? But there will be no punishments awarded for this party. Good night.”

As Principal Celestia left the room, still holding her dress before her, Pinkie let out a long breath she hadn’t known she was holding and got shakily to her feet. Other students were doing the same all around her, by themselves or in small groups, holding on to each other and talking quietly. For the time being, no one was asking Pinkie Pie any questions about the party or anything else, and she turned to Fluttershy.

“Gosh!”

Fluttershy burst out laughing. “Um! Yes, haha, I guess gosh is a good word there. I think… oh, I don’t know what to think. Oh dear. But I like the idea of not having a dress code anymore!”

Pinkie patted her somewhere inappropriate. “Yep, I bet you do! Should we go talk to Starshine or something? You’re an eco kid and all, and…”

Fluttershy looked in the direction of the gym doors, smiled, and shook her head. “Not right now.” Pinkie looked too, and saw Starshine and Flower Child holding each other close and whispering things nobody else was supposed to hear. “Um, I think this is… their time.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess they really do get along, don’t they? At least sometimes?”

“Yes. They’re in love. I think they always have been.”

“That’s good, that’s good… uhhh.” Pinkie trailed off. There’d been so much talking today, much more than she’d expected, and so much of it was swirling around in her head and demanding she think about things. But maybe part of the point of everything Starshine had been saying was that Pinkie Pie didn’t have to think about things all on her own.

“Fluttershy…?”

“Yes?”

“Um… I think we need to talk.” She cringed as she said the words, because they were total clichés and she was supposed to be better than that, and also they were words that never meant anything good, weren’t they? But she’d said them, and now…

Fluttershy looked at her seriously for a while. “If you think so,” she said, her voice quiet and kind, “then I guess we do. But not tonight, please. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, yeah, totally! If I hear any more big important conversations today, especially if I’m part of them, my poor Pinkie head is going to explode!”

“Hehe! Oh my, no, we can’t have that. But you’re still coming to help me at the shelter tomorrow, right? We can talk then.”

“That sounds good!” And also terrifying? But it was Fluttershy, Fluttershy wasn’t terrifying, Fluttershy was wonderful and would make everything better. She laid a weary hand around Fluttershy’s shoulders, turned to leave—and bumped into somebody.

“Students!”

“Aaaaaah!’

Before them stood Vice Principal Luna, holding a mostly empty cup of lemonade and clearly not exactly involved in Celestia’s plan to leave for the night. She beamed at each of them in turn. “How exciting, yes? I am feeling very loosely moraled, looking at you all… could I interest one of you in some inappropriate liaisons before my sister sets forth a new set of laws for this school?”

“Ooh, I’m in!” Pinkie stretched her neck in one direction, then the other, and grinned. “I’ve probably got a little bit of milk left in here somewhere, and that sounds like an awesome way to shut down my brain for the night!”

“Excellent!” Luna downed the rest of her lemonade and threw the cup over her shoulder. “How shall we begin?”

“Um, actually…” They looked over at Fluttershy, who was managing to both blush and wink at them. “If you don’t mind a third…”

“Hey, you said you were exhausted!”

“For talking, yes, but for the chance to screw our vice principal…”

“Fair! No objections, Luna?”

“No, no, that sounds excellent. Though with so many partners, I begin to wonder if someone with a penis might not go amiss…”

Someone cleared his throat behind Luna, and Pinkie laughed happily. The immense blue cock tip towering above Luna’s head could only mean the Captain. “There you go!” she said. “One big old dick, two pussies, ready for action. Unless—“

Another familiar voice cut her off. “Yet but three? Come one more. Two of both kinds make up four!”

“Teehee! Watermelody, hi hi hi, this is Fluttershy. Fluttershy, Watermelody. And that strap-on is Little Yorick.”

“I know him! Fellatio?”

“Wouldn’t say no.”

As four horny teenagers descended upon each other and her, carefully removing her t-shirt and jeans, Vice Principal Luna shook her head happily. “Huzzah! The fun has been quadrupled!”

Author's Notes:

A lot of stuff in this one that's been brewing for a long time, but we're clearly not finished yet. Not hardly. On the bright side, we're basically done introducing more characters at this point (though I should perhaps revise the character tags), and a lot of the people in this are just background decoration anyway.

Watermelody's quotes (often mangled, and occasionally given to other characters or even the narration) come primarily from Hamlet (naturally), Midsummer Night's Dream, and Othello, with smatterings of other lines dealing with jealousy or other random stuff.