“Mmmm…”

“Oooh, mmmmmmm…”

“Ahhh!”

Pinkie Pie leaned heavily against the closed door to Mrs. Peachbottom’s classroom, groaning unintelligibly. The doorknob pushed up against her butt, and she almost unconsciously opened her legs in response, seeking to smother the knob with her sodden slit. She wasn’t really at the right angle, but it still pushed into her deliciously, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips in-between all her other little noises.

Fluttershy was wrapped around her, arms clutching Pinkie tightly to her as their lips embraced again and again. She was panting, voice cracking into squeaks as they hotly devoured each other, her very tongue tasting of enflamed sweat, the saltiness broken only by the lingering taste of her pussy juices still fresh on Pinkie’s face. From the corner of her eye, Pinkie could see their two heads of pink hair mixing freely with each other, leaving her uncertain whether any given hair was hers or Fluttershy’s or maybe somehow both at once… Flutter’s ought to have been straighter, but they were still both so worked up that it was hard to tell.

Breast squashed against breast, massive blue-painted half globes meeting even massiver pink ones in a creamy, milky mess. Pinkie’s nipples still ached from the torture they’d endured inside those infernal pompoms, and Fluttershy’s epic nipples massaged them liberally, hard nub on leaky hard nub. Milk pooled between them, shining in the hallway lights before being reabsorbed by Pinkie’s magical mammaries so that it could be leaked out again later on. Pinkie wriggled and squirmed in Fluttershy’s grasp, and her boobies wriggled along with her, saved from being surrounded utterly (udderly?) by Fluttershy’s tits only by the fact that they were busy surrounding Fluttershy’s tits themselves. They were close, impossibly close, every fiber of Pinkie’s front brushing against the matching fibers of her lover, tingling with that no-longer-forbidden mixture of love and lust.

“Mmm… oh, yes, Pinkie…”

Pinkie’s left hand clasped Fluttershy’s gloriously giving butt cheeks, while her right was buried deep within Fluttershy’s streaming goblet, bringing out whatever liquids had not already been stirred forth on the sports field. Fluttershy’s pussy clamped red hot around her, and that heat traveled up from Pinkie’s hand into the rest of her, filling her with warmth despite standing naked in the school at night with her own pussy trying its level best to fuck an inanimate doorknob.

“Ahh… Pinkie!” Fluttershy tore free from the kiss and buried her face in Pinkie’s neck, lips and teeth darting up and down for breathtaking little kisses and nips that left Pinkie’s tits still wetter than before. She stuck her nose in Fluttershy’s hair and breathed in deeply, enjoying the sensation of every one of Fluttershy’s enticing smells all mixed into one. Raspberry shampoo, yes, not quite washed out from the morning, and the faintest hint of perfume, and sweat, but mostly the overpowering scent of raw sex, sex oozing from every inch of her, sex filling the air with heat and desire and tessellation. Pinkie pushed two of her fingers deeper inside Fluttershy, and Fluttershy’s scream was lost in the confines of Pinkie’s neck and immense hair.

“Hey, you two! Got started a little early, hmm?”

Pinkie blinked and pulled her face out of Fluttershy’s scalp. Sweet Leaf was leaning against the wall a few feet away, eyes sparkling beneath her wide hat. “Sweet Leaf!” Pinkie waved her left hand from behind Fluttershy’s backside, unwilling to pull her other hand out of its cum-soaked embrace. “Hey! No, we just… ooh! Ooh, Flutter! We, uh, we haven’t really stopped from the half-time show, actually.”

Fluttershy smiled lovingly and beckoned Sweet Leaf forward. “Come join us! Suck something, anything’s fine.”

“Ooh, tempting.” Sweet Leaf flung a reedy arm around Fluttershy’s shoulders and engulfed her in a kiss, which Fluttershy returned just as readily. Pinkie Pie, honestly glad to have a second to rest and relax against the hard wooden door, played idly with some of Sweet Leaf’s long garden-green hair as the two girls kissed each other in front of her.

“Mmmmm.” Fluttershy purred and thrust her huge tits into Sweet Leaf’s waiting palms to be cupped and squeezed. “Oh, um, are we running late? Did you have to come fetch us?”

Sweet Leaf nodded. “I mean, yeah, a little late. But it’s not like we can start without our blessed guest anyway, so it’s no big deal. That’s you, Pinkie, by the way.”

Pinkie Pie looked at them both in confusion. Her hand found the end of Sweet Leaf’s hair and settled on her pert rump, and she happily let it rest there. “Blessed guest? Me?”

“Of course! The only blesseder one around here is Sister Fluttershy, for her nigh-constant fucking access to you.”

“Ah huh, suuuuuure, like I haven’t blinked and found you between my legs half a dozen times or more.” Pinkie squeezed at Sweet Leaf’s butt through her short tan skirt, hard enough to scold but not enough to hurt, and the other girl giggled. “So are you positive about this me-being-all-blessedy thing? Because, like, I don’t think I ever even pulled off getting baptized successfully, there was too much baby Pinkie and not nearly enough water, you know how it goes.”

Fluttershy smiled. “I think Pinkie actually baptized pretty much the whole school just now, except with milk. It was, um, amazing.”

“I’m sorry I missed it!” Sweet Leaf returned the favor by cupping Pinkie’s butt in her own hands, and Pinkie squealed as she felt a pale brown finger sneak its way between her pussy lips. She automatically pushed Sweet Leaf’s face against her boobs, and Sweet Leaf sucked happily, strawberry milk filling up her already round cheeks and giving her entire face a merry pink shine. Pinkie sighed in bliss.

Sweet Leaf continued to suckle at her for several more seconds, her lips vibrating against Pinkie’s skin, causing her little diamond necklace to bounce freely against the underside of Pinkie’s boobs. It tickled, and Pinkie laughed, making Sweet Leaf let go with a brief look of regret. “Seriously,” she said, “we should go. Everyone’s holed up in the library doing some more research for Flower Child’s thing, and Starshine can explain the blessed stuff better than me. I’m just the super-slutty messenger girl.”

“Hey now!” Pinkie placed her hands on her hips. “That’s not self-respecting language, missy! Besides, Fluttershy’s waaaaay sluttier than you, and, hmm, maybe I should try saying that over again…”

Fluttershy giggled and petted one of Pinkie’s tits for emphasis. “Don’t worry, Pinkie. I took it as a compliment. Um, but I don’t know if I’m in the right state right now to run as fast as you do, Sweet Leaf. Sorry.”

Sweet Leaf gasped, her wide hat bouncing atop her head as she did so. “No running? Well, that’s torn it. I guess I’ll have to find some other way to keep myself occupied while… walking. At your normal person pace.” She grimaced so well that Pinkie couldn’t quite tell if she was being sarcastic, flexed her wrists, and thrust one hand into each of Pinkie’s and Fluttershy’s pussies. “There!” she said. “Two nice wet diversions. To the library!”

Pinkie Pie moaned, suddenly quite ready to be led wherever in the school Sweet Leaf wanted to take them. Light brown fingers danced around her sanctum sanctorum, playing with her pussy lips like a flappy metronome and earning their merit badge in spelunking besides. In and out flicked Sweet Leaf’s fingers, and Pinkie guided herself along with them, legs clenched tight around those magic fingers while she walked through the school without paying the least bit of attention to their surroundings. Happy sighs from Fluttershy suggested that her girlfriend was enjoying similar treatment, and she chuckled at the thought.

Feeling like maybe she was being selfish, Pinkie pressed a palm against the front of Sweet Leaf’s skirt. “May I?”

“Anytime!”

Pinkie slid her hand breathlessly under and within the tan folds, and smiled at the feel of bare skin below. She hadn’t figured Sweet Leaf for the panties type. An emanating warmth, plus faint damp rivulets of cum running down the inside of her legs, led Pinkie to Sweet Leaf’s unseen pussy, and she pressed her knuckles against its hidden lips. A soft, fuzzy feeling greeted her, like a baby’s head, causing her to squeak in surprise.

Fluttershy laughed. “Somebody just found the fuzz.”

“Tickles, doesn’t it?” Sweet Leaf gave Pinkie’s own pussy an encouraging stroke for emphasis. “I’m a pretty hairy girl. It feels great on your tongue, though, you should try it sometime. Like, seriously.”

“That’s so cool!” Pinkie ran her hand all along Sweet Leaf’s prickly nether lips, noting as well the warm liquid feeling mixed in with the hairs. “I didn’t know you could even grow hair there!”

Pinkie felt an unexpected squeeze on her butt, and she tilted her head to see Fluttershy reaching around Sweet Leaf to play with her. “Really?” asked Fluttershy, smiling. “Pinkie, your breasts grow whenever you have a great sexual encounter, and your orgasms are made of strawberry milk… should we really care about what seems physically sensible?”

“I guess not! That does sound like a pretty silly hangup when you put it that way.” Pinkie smiled and ran her fingers along Sweet Leaf’s hard little clitty, and almost stumbled as her gait broke for a second. “You’re pretty neat, Leafy! You help out with my milk, and you eat my pussy when Flutter’s not around—and even when she is—and now you’re walking around finger-fucking me in the middle of the hallway! Can we keep you?”

“Hmm…” Sweet Leaf tilted her head to the ceiling in thought, a smile playing unmistakably around her lips. “I mean, technically I have a boyfriend, but he knows full well that my blood type is sex-positive, and you do have those absolutely enormous boobs… sure, it sounds fun! What about it, Fluttershy? Can I be you two’s pet slut?”

Fluttershy stopped walking and turned to face Sweet Leaf—Pinkie noticed belatedly that they were by then standing in front of the library door—and hugged her close. “You’ve been my pet slut for years. Anything you want to do to Pinkie is fine with me.”

“Awww.” Sweet Leaf pulled her hand from Pinkie’s pussy and smeared her juices onto Fluttershy’s waiting butt. “You’re just saying that because I can do this!” She pulled Fluttershy tight against her, mashing their lips together, and in a few seconds Fluttershy screamed. Her wings shot out into the wall behind her, her body shook, and cum leapt from her and into Sweet Leaf’s waiting cupped hand. Pinkie Pie stared, nearly as wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Fluttershy herself.

“Did you just… kiss her into orgasm?”

“Yep. Only a little one.” Sweet Leaf pressed her hand to her lips and happily licked off some of Fluttershy’s sweet juices.

“Can you teach me to do that?!” Images of boring study sessions getting instantly less boring filled her mind.

“Sometime! But look, we’re here now. Let’s go meet the gang.”

Pinkie ensnared Sweet Leaf’s waist from behind, one hand sneaking up to grope at her apricots through her shirt. “Do we gotta? With you two here, I dunno if I’m in the mood right now for any gangs where the next syllable isn’t ‘bang’…”

“Hehee!” Sweet Leaf laughed the laugh of the beguiling and guileless. “I wouldn’t rule that out.”

With that, and a few more brief objections that were quickly lost in moans of pleasure as Sweet Leaf and Fluttershy administered to her many sensitive areas, Pinkie let herself be led into the library. It felt as enormous and empty as ever, books lining the walls in shelves upon shelves all the way up to the gaudy crystally ceiling. The musty smell mixed with their musky smell, though Pinkie guessed she didn’t find the book scent quite as attractive as, say, Twilight might have. The only sound in the massive chamber came from some steady tap-tap-tapping on keyboards at the central computers, and Pinkie looked over to notice a small knot of students gathered around a couple of the screens. They did indeed look like eco kids, though she didn’t remember meeting them before.

In an instant, Sweet Leaf had broken away from them and ran to the other students, boots stomping the ground happily as she returned to her normal running speed. Fluttershy watched in bemusement as she flung herself into the arms of a tall boy with subtle green dreadlocks. A soft-looking gray cap fell from his head as he caught her, and they kissed passionately, her legs wrapped tightly around his muscular chest while he held her to him.

“Boyfriend?” asked Pinkie, and Fluttershy nodded, managing to blush a little despite all their recent activities.

“Sister Fluttershy!” A medium-height, pleasantly thick, pale lime-colored girl rose from the computer bank and floated toward them. Or, she didn’t really float, but she certainly made it feel like she was doing so. A startlingly long maroon skirt hugged her legs, billowing out as she floated—walked—but still clutching tightly to her form beneath, all but completely overshadowing her short purple heeled shoes with their bright pink star broaches.

Pinkie’s gaze traveled up past her skirt, and she inhaled sharply at the sight of the girl’s tight brown corset, held together with bright golden buttons and pushing up a really rather glorious pair of boobs. They were nowhere near as big as Fluttershy’s, maybe not even quite as big as Sunset Shimmer’s, but they were still rather larger than average and looked perfectly and completely round, and their masses called to Pinkie from behind their corset covering. Under the corset the girl was wearing a white shirt, which expanded hugely at the shoulders in some kind of old-timey style but stretched tight over her boobs in-between, and if Pinkie stared hard enough she could just convince herself there was a hint of outlined nipple poking out above the corset line. Beside her, Fluttershy smiled at Pinkie’s enthrallment and patted her rump fondly.

“Sister Fluttershy,” said the girl again, “and Pinkie Pie, our glorious Mother. I am Starshine. It is my honor to welcome you both.” Her voice was deep and reverent, and her dark violet eyes shone from her pale green face. Her hair was purple and straight, coming down in thick bangs in front of her forehead and even thicker pigtails behind her head, looking sturdy enough for all sorts of grabbing. She wasn’t beautiful so much as majestic, evoking wisdom and spirituality and sexuality beyond her years, or maybe even way beyond the century they were even looking in, given the total old-fashionedness of how she was dressed.

“Uh, right!” said Pinkie Pie, eyes flicking continuously down to that enticing corset and those two proud puffballs. “My pleasure, I’m sure! Uh, what was that thing about me being your mom?”

Starshine blinked huge violet eyes at her. “Not my mom; the Mother. Hasn’t Sister Fluttershy explained?”

“Um.” Fluttershy grinned bashfully and clasped one outclassed hand over her tits, as if futilely seeking to cover them up. “I thought you’d be better at it, Starshine. I’m kind of biased toward, um, just fucking her. Or maybe Flower Child could do it?”

Starshine sighed. “I suppose she provides a balancing voice. Sister Flower Child, join us?”

Another girl, who Pinkie supposed had to be Flower Child, walked up. She was a little shorter than Starshine, with blindingly white skin framing intense orange eyes, but her most obvious feature was her endless expanses of bright blue hair. Her hair stretched down to her butt and appeared to stop there only out of respect for her convenience, but above that, her back and much of her sides were totally obscured by bright blue lock upon bright blue lock. Pinkie guessed her own hair had a little more volume to it, but Flower Child’s dwarfed hers in length, passing even Fluttershy’s own rather long strands. She wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as a hair fetish, but there was something decidedly enticing about that massive, massive hairdo, a promise that it was the smoothest and gentlest hair in all the world and Pinkie needed to run her hands through it right then and there.

Besides that Flower Child wore a flamingo pink tanktop over very small breasts, as well as, to Pinkie’s surprise, pants. Greenish yellow pants that extended into hot pink bellbottoms from below the knees, all done up in colorful yellow and pink flower symbols, but most importantly, they were pants. Pinkie couldn’t think of another girl she’d seen at Canterlot High wearing pants. Even Starshine with her long skirt was an exception to the rule of short skirts and incredibly tall boots. They covered so much of her legs that Pinkie felt like they were teasing her.

“Hi,” said Flower Child, her voice calm. “I’m Sister Starshine’s foil. You’re Pinkie Pie, and you’re incredibly sexy. What’s going on over here?”

Pinkie found herself blushing. There was something hot about the blunt way Flower Child had complimented her, like it was undisputable fact, not just her own personal opinion. “Starshine was calling me her mommy,” she said, “and I mean, if that’s true, I need to have a serious talk with a pediatrician and maybe also some time travelers. Oh gosh, and I’m years and years overdue on my baby shower party, so I’m going to need sooooo many streamers it’s not even funny…”

Flower Child laid a thin white hand on her shoulder, and Pinkie quieted down as white fingers glided over to press comfortably against the very top of her tits. Maybe Sweet Leaf had been right about the outcome of this meeting. “It’s not really like that,” said Flower Child. “Look, have a seat and we can explain.” She guided Pinkie to a plush orange chair beside one of the reading desks, which they rotated around to face the center of the room instead, and Pinkie sat her naked rump down in it.

Instinctively Pinkie moved to cross her legs a little, but felt resistance, and looked down and noticed Fluttershy squatting before her. Fluttershy gently pushed Pinkie’s legs apart began to stroke the outside of her pussy, intricate yellow fingers gliding up and down her slit, teasing but never quite getting there. It was actually surprisingly peaceful, and Pinkie sighed and spread her legs out a little more, giving Fluttershy more room to play around or do whatever she wanted.

Hot breath filled Pinkie’s ear, and she turned her head to discover Flower Child kneeling beside her, head close against Pinkie’s own. Flower Child grasped Pinkie’s shoulders and began to massage her, lithe white fingers and knuckles pressing up and down all along her back, relieving her of any tension she’d had stored up and turning it into a beautiful, passive combination of peace and quiet arousal. Pinkie laid her head back against the head of the chair and sighed gratefully, and Flower Child’s arms snaked around her to continue working her back.

Starshine too knelt beside Pinkie, and Pinkie bit her lip at the feeling of those cloth-covered spheres pressing hard against her side. Starshine leaned forward and began to kiss Pinkie’s acres of exposed breasts, lips pressing delicately against loving spot after loving spot and bringing Pinkie’s milk reserves bubbling back up to the surface. Pinkie groaned, reasoned this had to be an invitation of some sort, and reached to grab Starshine’s wide butt through the thick folds of her skirt, pressing and kneading its cheeks in time with Starshine’s devoted kisses on her chest.

“Mmm… you kiddos have the craziest idea of how to explain stuff, but I’m liking it!” Fluttershy continued to play with her open pussy, petting the outside but refusing to engage in any serious penetration or other ministrations. Pinkie watched happily as Fluttershy’s enormous blue cleavage rose and fell with her breaths, her tits hanging forward from her chest as she leaned over. Starshine and her kisses would have moistened every inch of Pinkie’s own tits had they not magically absorbed the liquid into them, and her butt felt full and alive beneath Pinkie’s squeezing hand. Flower Child continued to massage and give love to every part of Pinkie that the other two girls were not already devoting themselves to, kneading and rolling around her various love flaps and handles, and Pinkie could only smile and take it all in one glorious lick, kiss, or stroke at a time.

It was almost like the feeling of nursing, but spread throughout her entire body, a feeling of extreme arousal and yet extreme peace both mixed together at the same time. Her pussy spilled onto Fluttershy’s hand, and milk leaked out onto both Starshine and Flower Child in their respective quests, but she felt no urgency at all, only an incredible sense of being loved, taken care of, worshipped. “Mmmmmm,” she sighed, and Fluttershy sighed with her, Pinkie’s beautiful sexy girlfriend joining her in her sound of barely-conscious pleasure as she treated her welcoming pussy like a holy icon in need of sexual polishing.

“I’ll start,” said Starshine at last, when Pinkie had almost forgotten there was more to the world than mysterious ladies and nude girlfriends administering love to every last part of her big naked body. Starshine gave her right boob one final kiss, long and wet, and milk spurted onto her waiting green cheek, making her grin. Flower Child too rose away from Pinkie, and crossed her arms, pushing her tiny titties as far forwards as they could go. Fluttershy at least seemed to pay them no heed, and continued her devotion, now leaning in to engulf Pinkie’s clitty with her mouth, hands pressed against Pinkie’s wide inner thighs, and Pinkie moaned joyfully.

Starshine studied them with an air of cool detachment that was rather spoiled by the strawberry milk dripping down her cheek. Pinkie felt an urge to rise up and lick it off for her, but she caught it with her own tongue at the last minute and slurped it up thoughtfully. “What do you think an eco-kid is?” she asked Pinkie eventually.

Pinkie blinked rapidly before her body quaked with excitement from Fluttershy’s pushed-out tongue passed along the length of her funhouse folds. “Well, you guys!” she said after recovering. “You two, and Flutter, and Sweet Leaf over there, uh, and the boys…”

Flower Child smiled thinly. “All right, but assume we’re more than an aggregate. What brings us together?”

Fluttershy looked up from Pinkie’s pussy for a moment, and Pinkie pouted in disappointment. “Besides my breasts.”

“Right, besides Fluttershy’s epic tits. Not that Starshine’s are anything to laugh at either.” Starshine smiled gratefully.

“Well, uh.” Pinkie frowned. “You’re all into the eco thing, right? Hugging trees, protesting highways, dancing with wolves, the whole nine acres?”

Flower Child nodded, her face stern. “That’s a start. I think the Captain is probably closest to that, plus Sweet Leaf when she’s thinking about more than fucking anything that moves. Starshine does like nature, but she cares more about what it means than how exactly to protect it on a policy level.”

Starshine continued seamlessly from where Flower Child had left off. “Fluttershy has her animals, of course. Green Cycle’s interested in the farming sciences. I’m interested in restoring our lost spirituality. And Flower Child’s just a bitch.”

“Hey!” Flower Child stalked toward her, taking a firm hold of both her huge purple pigtails. “You, miss Starshine, are going to be my bitch this Sunday I if I have anything to say about it.”

“Am I?” Starshine grabbed Flower Child and pulled her against her, her corseted boobs smushing into Flower Child’s face. “We’ll see who’s whose bitch when I’m spanking your boney butt in my pentagram, hmm?”

Flower Child glared up at her, abandoning her hold on the pigtails to feel up Starshine’s perfect round boobs through her oldtimey outfit. “Airheaded ninny.”

“Stubborn dogmatist.”

“Anti-intellectual bimbo.”

“Material girl.”

“Fuck you.”

Starshine’s big violet eyes shone even as they narrowed into a smirk. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Fighting—flirting?—apparently complete, Flower Child sank Starshine into a kiss that left her pressed flat against one wall, her hands getting ground into the plaster under pressure from Flower Child, but which left Pinkie Pie only confused. Well, and aroused. Mostly aroused. But confused!

“…Fluttershy?” Fluttershy looked up from her pussy again, tongue dripping, and Pinkie giggled. “Uh, not like I really want you to stop, but I still don’t think I get what’s going on here.”

“Oh, yes, I suppose not.” Fluttershy smiled in the direction of Starshine, still pinned against the wall by her shorter assaulter. “This must be one of their good days. By Monday I’m sure they won’t be speaking to each other, but, um, don’t tell them I said that.” She blushed. “Starshine is very involved in the spiritual world, you know, and Flower Child doesn’t believe any of that even exists.”

“Huh.” Pinkie wondered what she thought about the spiritual world. Well, she had met Santa Claus, so she guessed maybe that counted. Unless the spiritual world was Equestria, in which case it was pretty clearly a real thing that she should probably get around to visiting eventually. “How about you?”

Fluttershy hid her face in her hair for a moment, then clambered up into Pinkie’s lap. Pinkie put her arms around her, and Fluttershy rested her head against Pinkie’s shoulder, her torso turned sideways just enough for their boobs to mash pleasantly together. “I guess I try to keep neutral,” said Fluttershy, smiling as Pinkie ran a deft hand along her naked back. “I’m probably more interested in the social functions of her religion than in its metaphysical underpinnings, if that makes sense.”

Pinkie giggled. “Not a bit!”

“Oh… well, um, put it this way. There are basically three things that hold us together, um, as a group. We’ve all got our own interests and causes, and we all help each other with those, like when Sweet Leaf helps the Captain make his protest posters. Second, Starshine’s religion helps to give us a common identity, even if we don’t all believe in it as strongly as she does.”

“Yeah?” Pinkie petted Fluttershy’s hair, and Fluttershy purred in response, tightening her surprisingly chaste embrace around Pinkie’s waist. “So… what is it, then?”

“Well, I don’t know if she’d really say ‘religion’ is the right word. The way she explained it to me, in the beginning everybody worshipped the great Mother Goddess, and it was only afterwards that religions began sprouting up instead of her. She makes them sound like naughty children rebelling against their mommy, um, which I think sounds really cute. But Starshine’s into all sorts of retro things, I guess, so she still believes in her.”

Pinkie nodded slowly against Fluttershy’s forehead. She had a strange feeling she knew where this was going. “And what’s this Mother Goddess like, then?”

“Warm, loving, funny. Wide hips, or just kind of fat.” Fluttershy squeezed some of Pinkie’s extra rolls fondly. “Large breasts.”

“Large breasts blessed with milk,” said Starshine, who had apparently returned. “For milk is bound into motherhood.”

Flower Child nodded, her arm wrapped around Starshine’s waist, who returned the favor in kind. “So basically, you just walked into a roomful of kids that this insensitive incense-burner has trained to believe you’re the physical ideal of womanly beauty.”

Sweet Leaf approached, holding hands with her dreadlocked boyfriend. Her hair was somewhat more messed up than when they’d entered, and her hat had fallen off, but she seemed otherwise intact. “So that brings us to the third way we lot stick together,” she said, and smirked. “We help each out with politics and stuff, for Flower Child. We do the whole Sister This and Brother That thing for Starshine. And third—this is where I come in!—we like to have a whole bunch of sex with each other.”

Pinkie looked down at Fluttershy, who stared back up at her with some very attractive mixture of adoration and confidence. “Is that a proposition?”

Fluttershy smiled. “Six propositions, actually. All at once, if you’d be up for it. Um, what do you say?”

Pinkie Pie blinked as five attractive apparent sex enthusiasts stood around her, waiting for her answer. Starshine and Flower Child had dropped a couple names, so if Sweet Leaf’s boyfriend was Green Cycle—which seemed likely, since his hair was green and he wore a recycling symbol as a button on his dark brown vest—that left only `the Captain` unaccounted for. But one boy more or less didn’t really change the overall question of whether she, naked and dripping as she was, was really truly up for an orgy with Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf and three or four perfect strangers. Sure, she’d been hinting at a gangbang just a couple minutes ago, but that had felt like a joke when she’d said it…

An orgy! She couldn’t think of the last time she’d had more than two partners at a time, and even then the second was always just Sweet Leaf, unless she counted that one moment with Vice Principal Luna. That part sounded awesome! Boobs and dicks everywhere! But she still felt she was getting a little hung up on the perfect strangers thing, no matter how much Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf vouched for them. If it was Twilight and Rarity and Applejack and Dashie along with them, that’d be one thing, but showing up totally buck naked and proceeding to fuck three or four people she’d never so much as spoken with before sounded… well, slutty. Awfully slutty.

On the other hand, hadn’t Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf just been competing for sluttiness in the hallway, like it was a good thing? What was the difference there? And it wasn’t like she hadn’t been all but falling out of her skin in her hurry to latch onto Nurse Redheart’s ginormous gazonkers. She hadn’t chatted with simply Fleur for more than a half hour before fucking her for just as long, and heck, even Twilight… sure, they were friends, but they’d only gotten to talk to each other a few times over what, two or three days, before she’d returned to Equestria? Tops? And then they’d started screwing basically the very first thing after she’d come back? Did she really have any moral high ground to speak of?

“Pinkie?” Fluttershy nuzzled cautiously against her, and Pinkie couldn’t help but smile. “Um, are you all right? It really wasn’t supposed to be a difficult question.”

“Right!” Sweet Leaf abandoned her boyfriend’s hand to pump her fists wildly in the air. “I mean, this is sex! I love sex. You love sex! Therefore...”—she cast about for a conclusion—“sex is awesome!”

Fluttershy hugged her close, eyelids partly lowered. “And very varied sex, too,” she said softly. “So many people to partner with, or just to watch you in appreciation while you partner with someone else, totally exposed…”

Flower Child’s less than emotional voice took on a tint of concern. “Pinkie Pie, if you’re too exhausted after your half-time show, we can always do this another time. I thought you might enjoy an afterparty, but we can reschedule.”

Green Cycle—probably—murmured in agreement. “This isn’t something you should feel any pressure to agree to.” His voice was a touch nasally, like Sweet Leaf’s, but slower and much more respectful. “We would never want to impose anything on you without your full consent.”

Starshine knelt in front of her, hands clasped loosely toward the ground. “Yours is the body of the Mother Goddess,” she said, sounding more profound again than she had while she’d been bickering with Flower Child. “We wait on your pleasure, if you will make your pleasure known to us.”

Author's Notes:

Most eco kid names are from this picture. I forget where I first saw someone use "Starshine" instead of "Starlight," but I like it better because it's harder to confuse with "Twilight."

If you're reading this, you'd probably also be interested in checking out the blogger "killsdumpage" on tumblr, who recently drew a good deal of great EQG porn, including (but hardly limited to!) Sweet Leaf and Flower Child.