Pleasure? Pinkie blinked. The eco kids were waiting on her pleasure? Well, if she was asking her pleasure, then the choice was pretty obvious! Her boobies were already thrumming from anticipation, probably tickling Fluttershy in the process, and she could feel the familiar sensation of their slow, steady leaking. Was she really going to let a pair of tits, even her own, be faster than Pinkie Pie at coming to a decision? Pinkie Pie was spontaneous! Pinkie Pie didn’t care what other people thought about her! Screw them! And in this case, everyone in the room was in on the idea and totally encouraging her to screw them, so that wasn’t even an issue. No matter how slutty, everyone who knew about it was in on it, so there was nobody to disappoint. Win-win!

Hopefully.

Filled with aroused resolve, Pinkie stood triumphantly upright, and winced as Fluttershy fell to the floor in the process. Oh well, she’d be fine. Pinkie lifted Starshine to her feet and pulled her roughly forward, thrilling as those covered orbs squashed against her own enormous endomorphs. Starshine’s violet eyes went huge, and her mouth trembled with desire. Pinkie placed one finger against her lips, and felt a tongue lash out to lick at it with almost instinctual speed. “So, Starshine,” she said with a wink. “Ready for me to make you cry mama?”

“Bless me, Mother! I… mmmmm!” Starshine’s glistening lips closed over Pinkie’s finger, and she sucked desperately at it for several seconds, eyes shut tight. “Mmm… bless me! Show me your will, make me your will!”

Pinkie shook her head. “You know, Starshine, you say some kinda creepy things. But I know what to do about that!” With a flick, Pinkie replaced her finger with her lips, and kissed her devotee hard enough to suffocate her. Starshine’s lips pressed back at her with all the power of an exploding soda bottle, her eyes fogged over, her tongue all but dominating Pinkie’s own. Hot saliva pooled in and between their mouths, stirred into a sticky tornado by the rapid motion of their tongues against each other, and Pinkie felt Starshine’s lips lift and press against hers again and again, seeking, caring, ensnaring, enrapturing.

Starshine flung her arms around Pinkie’s neck, pulling them still closer together, and dragged her fingers through Pinkie’s hair, almost too fiercely to care when she hit a knot or snarl. In response, Pinkie tightened her hold around Starshine with one hand, and brought the other up front to feel up Starshine’s boobies through the soft fabric of her shirt, her corset below being much too rigid for effective groping. Her titty tops gave pleasantly to Pinkie’s squeezing, and Starshine moaned into Pinkie’s mouth, her prayers of passion being swallowed by the kiss and its endless depths.

There was a pushing sensation between Pinkie’s legs, and she spread herself apart to give access to whoever or whatever was down there. A familiar laugh greeted her in response, and Pinkie chuckled briefly too, not surprised to find that Sweet Leaf had gotten there the fastest. An untorpid tongue advanced into her gynecological glove compartment, drinking up her juices and layering her inner walls with liquid kisses. Pinkie sighed and pressed her crotch downwards, squelching onto Sweet Leaf’s eager face as she continued to do her best to take Starshine’s breath away. Tongues assaulted and filled her, top and bottom, and she twisted deliriously between them, grabbing at any part of Starshine that provided itself to her touch.

“Hey, Flower Child!” Sweet Leaf’s face descended from Pinkie’s upturned thermos, though she quickly replaced it with the back of her hand, running her knuckles up and down Pinkie’s outer lips. “Are you just going to let Pinkie monopolize your girlfriend?”

“Trying to get a rise out of me, Sweet? I’ll have you know that she is in fact my girlfriend, so your petty taunts mean nothing. Besides, I don’t see you attached to your boyfriend at the moment either.”

Sweet Leaf laughed, sounding thoroughly unaffected by Flower Child’s mild scorn. Her hand continued to skillfully navigate the outside of Pinkie’s pussy, and Pinkie gasped each time a hard knuckle scraped her clitoral mass. “I’m a little busy,” said Sweet Leaf. “Sister Fluttershy can borrow him.”

“Really?” Fluttershy sounded extremely excited. ”Ooh, yay! Thank you!”

At last Pinkie broke free from Starshine’s lips, gasping in precious air in short, hurried breaths before she went and died and the coroners had to give her cause of death as kissing a stranger for way too long. Starshine’s eyes were completely glazed over, her pupils unfocused, and she crumpled happily into Flower Child’s outstretched arms. Flower Child, for her part, wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, and instead started pushing Starshine’s skirt down off of her.

“Come on,” she said to Pinkie, “give me a hand. Let’s get this pagan peahen stripped down a bit, so we can have some fun.”

Pinkie shrugged and knelt down, disappointedly dislodging Sweet Leaf in the process. She grabbed Starshine’s immense maroon skirt and pulled it off, past her bizarre purple shoes and onto the floor. Starshine’s pale green legs were long and smooth, and Pinkie ran her hands back and forth across them with her gaze, tracing them up and up until they met, pantieless, in a beautiful blossoming pink flower, topped with a perfectly clipped five-pointed star of short purple hairs. Pinkie dove in, eager for the thrill of a new taste, and Starshine opened herself up to her, spreading her legs apart and both her hands pressing Pinkie’s head and lips and tongue against her gleaming pussy.

Starshine tasted like a refreshing herbal tea, hot enough to scald if not treated carefully enough, but Pinkie paid this no heed and drank deeply from her mystery spot, tongue lapping up tea-flavored cum as greedily as she’d sucked in air a few moments earlier. Starshine’s pussy lips shook invitingly beneath Pinkie’s touch, and she took them in her mouth, sucking slowly yet strongly at the flower pussy’s outermost edge. Above, Starshine screamed, Pinkie’s name mixing in freely with cries to her goddess and other less intelligible noises.

“Oooh! Oh my, is that all for me?” Fluttershy’s voice trilled with delight, and Pinkie turned to see what had her girlfriend so excited. She was kneeling before Green Cycle, pulling his pants and boxer shorts down around his ankles, and his cock was standing at attention in front of her. Fluttershy smiled and pushed her tits around it, and it disappeared instantly between her beautiful blue bounce castles. Fluttershy squeezed her tits closer together, pushing them back and forth along the length of Green Cycle’s now-invisible member, and he rose up and down himself, driving his cock between her masses and occasionally poking at her happily smiling lips with its tip. Fluttershy’s soft yellow legs were open wide, her pussy along with them, and Green Cycle carefully entered it with his fingers, eliciting a gleeful squeal.

It was a funny feeling, Pinkie thought as she rested her cheek against Starshine’s warm, wet pussy and its thick, suckable lips. Her girlfriend was over there getting titty-fucked by another girl’s boyfriend, and that other girl was a fairly regular part of her and her girlfriend’s threesomes, and meanwhile she was resting from ravishing yet another girl from lips to lips. Her life had started going in some very interesting places, and while she had a vague sense that some of them she needed to think about, watching another student feeling and filling all of Fluttershy’s most intimate places felt perfectly fine. Fluttershy liked to be shared, and Pinkie liked to share her, and that worked out. Maybe if they were really lucky, that Flash Sentry guy would be into the whole thing too, and Fluttershy could get another man to fuck while Pinkie showed Twilight how much she’d missed her?

Pinkie continued to run her hands along Starshine’s legs, petting her, mostly chastely though with the occasional detour for combing her inner thigh region. She looked up and saw that Starshine’s head and arms had been lost to her own girlfriend as the two clutched at each other in their embrace, with Starshine’s mouth locked around one of Flower Child’s nipples, her bright pink tanktop pulled aside to make way. Flower Child was moaning fluently, quiet resolve apparently lost.

“Oooh, ahh, Starshine… ah, yes, touch me, mmm, suck me, you stupid bitch, stupid hot bitch, so hot, oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, yes, yes, ahh…”

“Mmmm… mppphhh, mmm…”

“Ohhhh, yes, fuck yes, Starshine, you fucker, you fucking fucker, yes…”

Pinkie smiled. Another happy couple! Wasn’t she forgetting someone?

“Gotcha!”

Pinkie was flung backwards to the floor as Sweet Leaf tackled her, her long green hair flying everywhere while she leapt. Pinkie landed on her back, and Sweet Leaf landed on top of her with her head buried in Pinkie’s boobs. Rather than waste time talking, Sweet Leaf took one begging nipple in her mouth and began to treat it as she ever did, merry gushing sounds coming from her mouth as she sucked away. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Pinkie burst out laughing, petting her assailant’s head as it rose and fell above her rosy floodwalls.

“Hey, cutie!” Pinkie ruffled Sweet Leaf’s expansive hair between giggles. “How you doing?”

“Mmm, mmmmph!” Whatever cheerful retort Sweet Leaf had in mind, it was totally lost to Pinkie’s breasts and their pink whitecaps. The most dexterous pair of lips in all the world surrounded Pinkie’s nipple, playing her like a tuba that some rascal had poured a gallon of milk into, sometimes delicately, sometimes roughly, never ceasing to spread pleasure all across and throughout Pinkie’s welcoming torso.

“Heheh… come here!” Pinkie managed to sit up, and grabbed Sweet Leaf around the waist, dragging her unprotesting form into her lap. Sweet Leaf encircled Pinkie’s stomach with her legs, stopping her sucking only long enough to switch nipples, and Pinkie drove her hand down the front of Sweet Leaf’s skirt and into her antifreeze’d antarctic area. Pinkie’s fingers formed a south pole and fuchsed her messner until the metaphorical language got way too confusing and really she was just fingering her, nothing more complicated than that.

Sweet Leaf sighed happily and shook her body back and forth, fuzzy lips slapping liberally across Pinkie’s bizarrely-euphemized fingers. “Oooh… hey, yourself!” she said, only the first bit muffled in Pinkie’s tits as she pulled her head back. “Enjoying the eco kid happy happy funtime so far?”

Pinkie smiled and kissed Sweet Leaf wetly on the forehead. “You fill my heart up with funtime, sunshine! Sometimes a little more even than Fluttershy, honestly.”

“Eh?” Sweet Leaf tilted her head, while simultaneously rubbing circles around Pinkie’s ample belly. Her necklace swayed to the side. “Come on, I’m just a little runt. She’s the one who waylaid the boob fairy on her way to town every morning for years.”

“No, I mean…” Pinkie frowned, not sure herself where that last admission had come from and suddenly stuck with having to justify it. Sweet Leaf, seeing her frown, darted in and licked her nose, and Pinkie giggled again. “I think you have more fun! Like, Fluttershy loves the sexytimes, don’t get me wrong, but I think she’s more into it for the sheer arousal factor, and you get off a bit more on the funny side.” She shrugged, and they both watched her tits jiggle in response. “And that’s good? ’cause, I mean, sex is a pretty silly thing if you think about it too hard.”

Sweet Leaf smirked, though her eyes did look a little worried. “Yeah, I guess. If you’re feeling moody and serious, though, I’m probably not the girl you should talk to, since my priorities are basically banging you and also banging everyone else. Do you want me to go get Fluttershy, and you two can talk about that?”

“No, that’s okay.” Pinkie petted Sweet Leaf’s hair some more, and Sweet Leaf rolled her head into it, purring quietly. “I’m fine with you for now! Thanks for lending her, uh… Green Cycle, right?”

“My brother? No problem.”

“Sure, all Starshine’s religious sister/brother stuff, but… umm. Um. Waaaaaaaaait a minute.” Pinkie’s eyes bulged outwards, and she looked rapidly back and forth between Sweet Leaf, sitting comfortably in her lap, and Green Cycle, who was naked and licking at one of Fluttershy’s tits while she slowly stretched a bright blue condom over his cock. Green hair, check. Light brown skin, check. Liked to wear hats, check. Kinda nasally voices, check. Pinkie felt her hair stand on end, zapping out in all directions, and she gasped in all the air she could find nearby. “You mean he’s your actual brother?!?”

Sweet Leaf patted Pinkie’s tummy. “Right! Isn’t it convenient? We get to live together and everything, built-in, and we know each other so well. And he’s great in the sack, too! Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re going to have kids or whatever.”

“Yeah, but, still… bwuh?” Pinkie stared bewilderedly at nothing. Girls weren’t supposed to fuck their brothers, were they? Although if she was using that kind of thinking, which she didn’t really like doing, girls also weren’t supposed to wander around the school topless or fuck each other for money on the sports field or nurse from each other’s breasts at every opportunity. Twilight Sparkle had asked her about taboos that night, and Pinkie had basically said that it was fine to break them, so long as nobody was watching you. So… she guessed that Sweet Leaf’s love life was okay? It still felt really weird, though come to think of it, it would explain some things about Big Macintosh… okay, eww, she’d gone a little too far there.

“…Pinkie?” Sweet Leaf poked her unceremoniously in the nipple, causing her to squeak in alarm. “Er, is that okay? It does freak out some people, but I thought that you’re such a free spirit... really, I promise it’s totally cool, we know what we’re doing and it’s consensual and everything.”

Pinkie shook the cobwebs out of her brain, and felt her electrically shocked hair beginning to settle back down. She grinned, and Sweet Leaf gave a long sigh of relief. “Yep, that’s fine!” she said cheerfully. “I just had to wrap my little ol’ Pinkie brain around it for a moment, but if you’re both down with it, I guess you’re home-free! You have your momma goddessy thing’s approval.”

“Goody!” Sweet Leaf hugged Pinkie tight, boobies against boobies, and snuck in a few opportunities to lick her ear as she did so. “Hey, Flower Child, Starshine!” she called upwards. “I think I might have weirded Pinkie out just a little with my unrepentant rampant incest. Help me fix her!”

Flower Child and Starshine untangled themselves from each other and knelt down beside Pinkie. Starshine was still bottomless, her pussy lips wet and shaking like she might have just been brought to orgasm while Pinkie wasn’t paying attention, Her giant pigtails were still in fine working order, though, bouncing about her as she moved, and there was a lusty fire in her purple eyes, now redirected entirely onto Pinkie Pie. Pinkie quivered in anticipation.

Flower Child had by contrast managed to get stripped completely nude, her curious pants discarded along with the rest of her clothes, revealing a pussy as small as the rest of her but framed by two huge curtains’ worth of bright blue pubic hair. Her boobs actually looked slightly larger outside of their tanktop, although possibly just because they couldn’t be mistaken for random folds in the fabric anymore. She did have gorgeous areolas, though, bright pink and extremely full and wide, and Pinkie stretched her hands to Flower Child’s chest to feel them. “You got all naked!” she said.

Flower Child nodded slowly, sliding her body lasciviously back and forth to better press herself into Pinkie’s groping palms. “I sure did. Blame the bitch.”

Pinkie laughed. “Thanks, Starshine! But aren’t you going to join her?” She eyed Starshine’s corset hungrily, those two round rumblies highly enticing even right above her open and dripping cum hole.

Starshine ducked her head courteously and pressed her forehead against Pinkie’s own; Pinkie saw an opportunity and took it, replicating Sweet Leaf’s nose-licking trick. Starshine smiled. “The Mother will forgive me,” she said, “if I do not unclothe myself completely. But I suspect you will like me even more with my outer bodice still on.”

Pinkie, Sweet Leaf, and Flower Child all watched expectantly. Flower Child, seated crosslegged beside her, took the time to sneak one hand into Pinkie’s pussy, and Pinkie gave as much back, the two sitting playing with each other as Starshine did her thing. Flower Child was tight on the inside, unbelievably tight, and the force of her albino smokestack pressing in on Pinkie’s fingers from all sides was intoxicating. Big blue pubic hairs, bright as the rest of her, brushed invitingly across the back of Pinkie’s hand as she dug in, soft and fluffy as an intro class in sociology.

For her part, Starshine reached down the back of her corset—bodice? whichever—to grab the bottom of her white shirt, and pulled it up, around her head, and off of her completely, leaving her wearing nothing but the dark brown corset with its shining golden buttons, which continued to hug her somewhat-thicker-than-average form like Twilight Sparkle hugged her class schedule. Starshine regarded her watchers with amusement. “Ready?”

“She’s such a tease,” said Flower Child, sounding more loving than anything else. She continued to play with Pinkie’s pussy, her other hand cupping one of her own undersized udders, but her attention was obviously focused on Starshine before them.

“Woooooo!” Sweet Leaf rested her head comfortably between Pinkie’s tits and waved one fist in the air. “Do it, girl!”

Starshine shrugged amiably, pressed her hands to the bottoms of her boobs, and pushed. For a few seconds nothing happened, besides her looking strained, but then twin sliding sounds accompanied her boobies popping up out of the front of her corset, to sit proudly on top of it instead, pushed up and out as far as they could possibly go like from the greatest pushup bra in the universe, big and round and endlessly inviting, with dark purple nipples just modest enough to admit to existing without detracting from her melons’ overall roundness. Starshine grabbed her boobs and squashed them roughly against her chest, flattened breasts spilling out in all directions beneath her hands. “Does our Mother approve?”

“Oooh… yeah, yeah, mommy like!” Sweet Leaf disentangled herself from Pinkie’s lap, and the two of them approached on Starshine, Pinkie taking the left breast and Sweet Leaf the right. Pale green skin, exquisitely round and creamy, filled Pinkie’s vision even as its dark purple capping piece filled her mouth. Or at least part of her mouth, since Starshine’s nipples weren’t really big enough to do much filling, but that was okay, because it just meant there was more room for the rest of her breast in there besides. Starshine’s boobs, forced upwards by her corset, stretched into Pinkie and Sweet Leaf’s mouths like living things, and Pinkie did her best to reward at least the left one for its silky-smooth audacity.

Starshine’s slight nipple pressed against Pinkie’s lower tooth line, and Pinkie bit at it gently, making Starshine sing out in delight. So encouraged, Pinkie continued her caretaking, gliding her tongue all over and around the purple nipple and sketching out in the process what was probably some kind of random mystic pagan symbol or other. She continued to hold and bite at Starshine with her teeth at intervals, just hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough for it to be unpleasant. With one hand, Pinkie reasserted dominance over her own monsoon of a mons, while the other tended to whatever of Starshine’s exquisite tit could not fit into her mouth, pressing and rolling waves of rounded green skin between her longing pink fingers.

“Ahhh… oh, oh, oh my Goddess!” Pinkie felt Starshine’s hand on the back of her head, shoving her deeper into Starshine’s enhanced cleavage, and she went with the flow. Certainly Starshine’s boobs could not compare with Fluttershy’s for sheer size, but they were firmer and rounder, and that was pretty cool too. “Oh, oh yes!!!” she moaned. “Yes, Mother, yes! Bathe your worshipper in sin! Oh, yes, bite my unworthy breast!”

“Okay, let’s shut you up before you totally scare her off,” came Flower Child’s voice from a little ways above, and soon Pinkie could hear kissing noises, which did indeed seem to quiet down Starshine’s flood of moans and strangely creepy prayers. A hand grasped Pinkie’s butt, and Pinkie opened her legs good-naturedly, in case Flower Child wanted to go any deeper, but her hand stayed where it was, pressing firmly against the top of Pinkie’s cheeks but not wandering into anywhere more insidey.

The pressure on the back of Pinkie’s head relaxed as Starshine became more focused on Flower Child, and Pinkie withdrew from Starshine’s grassy globes long enough to look around her. The four of them were doing well enough on their own, but Fluttershy remained several feet away, bent over completely and holding on to one of the computer desks for dear life. Green Cycle filled her from behind, his key lime crayon wetly entering and exiting her golden-skinned pomegranate, forcing her forward with every thrust like a beautiful, slender Newton’s Cradle. He clutched her bouncing beanbags with both hands, swirling and mashing them against her chest to keep them from smashing painfully into the edge of the desk before her.

Fluttershy’s mouth hung mutely open, her tongue lolling to one side. Her hair drifted behind her from Pinkie’s perspective, giving Pinkie a full, glorious view of her girlfriend’s spectacular body while it slid on and off their pet slut’s brother/boyfriend’s dick. Excited strawberry milk sprang forth from Pinkie’s tits as she watched, and she ground her chest against Starshine’s stomach, letting her milk pool in Starshine’s deep navel before it ran down her stomach and into her pubic star below. Starshine squeaked at the feeling of Pinkie’s wet, hard nipples pressing into her, any more detailed verbal response forever lost to Flower Child’s loving kisses, and Pinkie smiled peacefully.

“Aaaaaaaahh… oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, oh, ohhhhh!” Fluttershy’s whole body erupted into motion, wings flapping wildly and unpredictably in the air above her. Green Cycle struggled to hold her tits steady as she shook, and familiar, salty-sweet cum exploded from her pussy all around his cock as he continued to thrust it ever in and out. “Fuck me, yes, ahhhhh yesssssssss!” Fluttershy shoved herself backwards again and again, shouting and filling herself with as much of Green Cycle as she possibly could while her cum spilled outwards, to the point of making him stagger backwards for a moment from her sudden assault.

“Heh.” Pinkie felt a hand on her chin, and looked up to see Flower Child smiling down at her, her pink lips glimmering with fresh lipstick and saliva from Starshine. “Your girlfriend’s got quite a mouth on her, doesn’t she?”

Pinkie nodded and threw subtlety to the winds. “I’d like to learn about your mouth too!”

“I don’t see why not.” Flower Child shoved her, and Pinkie fell back on her butt, tits bouncing with surprise and also gravity. She made to get up again, but then Flower Child was upon her, white arms pressing the ground on either side of her and lovely wide pink nipples etching holes in the tops of her milky tits as they kissed.

Flower Child was alternatingly rude and formal, but her lips tasted like sweet dragonfruits, and her tongue was smooth and sensual. She welcomed Pinkie into her mouth with gracious composure, then dropped that composure immediately in favor of all-out warfare. Pinkie briefly battled for dominance in return, then gave up and abandoned herself and her tongue to Flower Child’s guidance in a kiss that could have ignited an entire box of matches with its heat and friction. Pinkie considered asking if she’d learned such aggression from Starshine, but supposed that might actually be a kind of rude thing to say, and besides, asking her anything or really speaking at all would have been pretty dang difficult just then.

Pinkie allowed herself to rest her back against the library’s floor, and instead moved her arms up to encircle Flower Child and pull her to her. Her hands found her latest lover’s hair and became lost in it, surrounded from every angle and at every distance with that iridescent immensity of bright blue. Miles of blue hair pooled over their connected bodies, hiding them entirely from view from the hips up and leaving them to kiss each other in musky darkness. Pinkie managed to find Flower Child’s skinny butt with one hand, and held it closely to her as her other hand continued to wander aimlessly, yet enraptured, through the hair that now filled her world.

A tongue grazed the edge of Pinkie’s pussy, and Pinkie gratefully opened her legs to the familiar feeling of Sweet Leaf eating her out, realizing dazedly that even Flower Child’s far-reaching filaments did not obscure her body completely from view and also sex. Flower Child’s lips and tongue were aggressive, but Sweet Leaf’s were unrivalled in raw skill, and Pinkie felt her liquids gushing forth in jubilant response to that magic muncher. Her hips seized around Sweet Leaf’s head, yet Sweet Leaf paid them no heed, still treating Pinkie’s pussy inside and out to a riveting river-making riverdance.

“Oooh, oh, aahhhhhh!” Pinkie shrieked into Flower Child, her body heaving from its many pleasures, and Flower Child withdrew to look down at her. Pinkie looked back in a daze. “That was awesome!” she said, panting. “You’re awesome! And so, so much hair!” Sweet Leaf’s tongue captured her unsuspecting clit, and she squealed in shocked delight.

Flower Child looked down at her wryly. “So, so much boobs!”

“Are you making fun of me?” Pinkie did her best to narrow her eyes at her, though they flared wide open again every few seconds as Sweet Leaf continued to work her magic down below.

“A little.”

“Well, stop it and fuck me!”

Flower Child needed no further invitation, and instead bent down again, this time bringing her lips to bear around one of Pinkie’s tits and its geyser of a pink crown. Pinkie cried out in gratified wonder. All her previous conceptions of the peacefulness of nursing were instantaneously swept out the figurative window in a flood of milk and cum as Flower Child straight-up attacked her breast. Tight dragonfruit lips drained Pinkie of all she was worth, and that tongue flicked about the very tip of Pinkie’s nipple like a wild thing, applying an incredible and unique pressure to every nanometer of her incensed milk producer. Pinkie could barely breathe, able to suck in a few gasps of priceless air only when Flower Child rested in her offensive long enough to swallow as much of Pinkie’s mystic milk as had been filling up her glowing cheeks.

Desperate to do something, anything in return, Pinkie found Flower Child’s tremendously tight pussy and finger-fucked it for all she was worth, translating the raw energy from Flower Child’s nipple-sucking furor into a fingering more energetic than any she’d ever given. Flower Child contracted around her soaked fingers again and again, squeezing her digits like they were a cock to be drained of its own life-making cum, and Pinkie did her best to keep up the pace in return, knowing the whole situation could only end in someone or something exploding and just hoping it would be in a good way.

“Fuck, fuck yes!” Flower Child rose from Pinkie’s streaming, suddenly sore breast and sat upright on Pinkie’s hand, riding her captured fingers desperately. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Do it, Pinkie Pie, fill me to the brink, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

“Pathetic, is she not, my Goddess?” Starshine was petting the top of Pinkie’s head, radiant round boobies hanging agonizingly far out of reach of her lips. “She thinks her skills are incredible, but should you return her worship, her control vanishes in an instant and she is but putty in your hands. Or whatever you’re using. Once I made her last hours on a single stick of incense.”

“Hey!” Pinkie’s voice was still coming in short gasps, spurred toward incoherence by Sweet Leaf’s magic with her clit and the feeling of Flower Child’s overwhelming tightness riding atop her hand. “That’s enough lip, ahhh, from you, okay? Ah! Less lip, and, ahhhhh, more lips please!”

Starshine willingly adjusted herself to sit on Pinkie’s upturned face, and Pinkie extended her tongue to lap at the pale green girl’s wide pussy, eager for another partner to occupy herself with. She could tell that she wouldn’t last much longer, and figured she might as well make it as spectacular as possible.

Milk lapsed from her unattended boobs, and Pinkie resorted to fondling them herself with her free hand, while Flower Child continued to whip herself into a frenzy on the other. Bright blue hair rose and fell around her like a frozen cyclone, and she clutched madly at her own small chest, surrounding her rose quartz discs with engrooved trails from her raking fingers. Frantic repetitions of ‘fuck’ and the names of anyone she could think to mention shot from her lips, smugness once more substituted for by utter pleasure and depravity. Pinkie attended to her ivory champagne glass as best she could in the meantime, groaning herself as Flower Child’s tight insides clenched around her over and over.

“Ugh, ahhhh… fuck, no, not yet!” Flower Child pulled herself off of Pinkie’s hand, sopping, and breathed in deep. “No, not yet, I’ve got a plan. Fuck. Starshine, come here and kiss me.”

Starshine was apparently happy to oblige, and the two girls pressed themselves against each other from head to crotch, groping liberally at one another’s boobs along the way. Starshine’s jade globes filled Flower Child’s hands to bursting, whereas Flower Child’s lumps only gave Starshine a soft surface to run her knuckles along, but both attended to each other lovingly, accompanied by all the appropriate gasps and moans and such.

Their two pussies, the one thick and flowery and the other thin and pale, hung so close to one another that Pinkie was able to tend to each in turn, sometimes even grazing them both with a single daring lap of her tongue. Pussy juices leaked forth onto her face in anticipation of orgasms to come, and Pinkie happily drank in what she could, enjoying the mix of tastes and feeling each swallow bring her closer to her own outpouring of liquid and energy. Both her hands were full of her own ample tits by then, squeezing frantically to bring the milk out a little stronger, a little faster, a little sooner…

More distant from Flower Child and Starshine’s tableau was Sweet Leaf, who remained comfortably buried between Pinkie’s legs, working her own special brand of magic. Her hat was long since discarded, and her dark green hairs hung in untidy strands about her face as she devoted herself to her craft and to Pinkie’s gaping gaper. From time to time her diamond necklace poked against Pinkie’s butt, and that served only to enflame her all the more, driving her a little bit closer, and a little bit was all she needed…

“Aaaaah, I, this is incredible…” Pinkie moaned into the combined space of Starshine and Flower Child’s drainpipes, feeling her tits ready themselves to loose another series of tidal waves into the world. “I’m going to, going to, going to, going to…!”

“Not yet!” repeated Flower Child, and she withdrew herself from Starshine in a moment, instead moving back over Pinkie’s torso. She lowered herself onto Pinkie’s left breast, stopping only when Pinkie’s nipple rested firmly inside her pussy. “Okay,” she said, panting, “do it now!” and Pinkie’s eyes widened, and the realization of what the white-skinned girl had planned was the final straw that drove her over the edge.

Time stopped for one impossible instant, then Pinkie’s entire body detonated into motion, twisting and shaking beneath Sweet Leaf’s every lick until the girl retreated for her own safety. Milk spouted from Pinkie’s tits in patently ridiculous quantities, shooting several feet up into the air before descending onto all four of them, innumerable droplets of pink milk raining down to Pinkie’s mouth, Sweet Leaf’s still-outstretched tongue, and Starshine’s glistening chest. Starshine’s expression, Pinkie could dimly discern through her ecstasy, was enraptured, and she alternated between spreading the milk all across her boobies’ surface and raising it up to her lips to drink.

But the real sight to see was Flower Child, riding Pinkie’s left nipple as milk flew from it, pounding up into her pussy like an orgasm from the greatest and most powerful dick in all dick history. Her face was void of any emotion but utter shock and amazement, her pupils next to invisible, while strawberry milk filled her from below again and again and again and her body shuddered dangerously in response.

Then she screamed, and her convulsions lost their sync with Pinkie’s as she too began to orgasm, waves of pussy juices mixing freely within her with further waves of breast juices before gushing out all over Pinkie’s spasming torso and the unoffending floor beneath them. Pinkie’s boobs’ powers of magical liquid absorption were powerless against the twin torrents spilling over them, and Flower Child rode Pinkie’s orgasm out to the very end, quaking all the while, until Pinkie finally stopped shaking and Flower Child collapsed wordlessly on top of her, cum still pouring from her mineshaft until she was dry as a bone with absolutely nothing left to pour.

“Fuck…” she murmured, almost unintelligibly, into Pinkie’s soaked tits. “Best I’ve ever, ever fucking felt… even stronger than the Captain… fuck, I don’t care if you’re Starshine’s stupid Mother Goddess or not, that was incredible.”

“Hmph!” Starshine crossed her arms beneath her generous endowments and pouted. “Sister Flower Child, you might have told me what your plan was. Now Pinkie Pie’s exhausted and I didn’t even get to experience transcendence yet.” She looked thoughtful, but then seized on the perfect retort. “Bitch.”

“!” Pinkie raised her head groggily, and grabbed at one of Starshine’s boobs to emphasize her subverbal meaning. Her elbow sloshed through the massive puddle of milk and cum that now surrounded them. “Hey, I’m not exhausted! I mean, not totally. I can bang you too somehow, if that’s what you’re talking about!”

“Would you?!”

“Uh, I guess…?” Pinkie tried to sit up and found herself swaying. “Just wait one little bittle second while I recharge myself, okie?”

Flower Child slowly extricated herself from Pinkie’s tits and moved over to sit next to Starshine, where she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and began to nibble at her ear. Sweet Leaf too sat beside them, hand lodged down the front of her skirt and twitching idly, though it was clear she was more interested in watching Pinkie’s recharging than actively trying to get herself off.

Pinkie couldn’t remember actually trying this plan before, but it certainly made perfect sense: Nurse Redheart had told her she could refresh her milk reserves by absorbing liquids directly through her boobs. She was sitting in a big puddle, mostly made from her own milk, which was itself liquid. All she needed to do was get some of it back into her so that she could properly shoot it out again later! Save a cow, recycle an orgasm!

Unflattering comparisons to beached whales occurred to her as she lay down on her chest, boobs squashing out beneath her like giant blubbery pink altoids, but she pushed them out of her head. Everybody around her liked her body just the way it was, boobs to bulges to butt, and by gosh, she felt the same way. Her boobs settled into the sea of her own making with a warm, pleasant splashing sound, and she closed her eyes and waited for the magic to happen.

It took a little while to start going, maybe because her boobs really were a bit exhausted from their heavy workout, but eventually the magic took hold and the surface of her tits became porous instead of just gorgeous. Heheh. Spent strawberry milk seeped back into her from all directions, rushing along the floor to reenter its original home and fill her back up with energy and liquid arousal. Pinkie could practically taste the strawberries as the milk flowed into her, and wondered vaguely what sort of weird nerve wirings she’d been set up with. Her tits gurgled joyfully, becoming fuller and more vibrant beneath her, and she felt herself being pushed farther up off the ground even if by only a fraction of an inch.

The texture—consistency—flavor?—of the inbound flood changed, and Pinkie furrowed her brow in confusion for a moment before recognizing it. That was the herbal tea flavor of Starshine’s jumbo juice, apparently left over from Flower Child’s molesting her earlier while Pinkie had been chatting up Sweet Leaf about incest. Pinkie sighed happily as the two erotic elixirs, cum and milk, mingled freely together inside her tits to form a bizarre, sensual concoction of sex and strawberry tea.

Pinkie gasped as Fluttershy’s familiar sweetness added itself to the mix, followed fleetly by the fulsome fruity flavors of Flower Child’s flower’s fine fluids. The combined outpourings of four girls’ orgasms, her own included, simmered inside of Pinkie Pie’s breasts to be unleashed back upon the world whenever she got stimulated enough to warrant it. There was an audible zipping noise as the last of the sea of sex secretions was sucked up into Pinkie, followed by prolonged applause from Sweet Leaf, Flower Child, and Starshine, who all looked very impressed and perhaps also turned on.

“Ta-da!” Pinkie rolled over onto her side, groaned, and sat up. “Who’s ready for sex?!” Her boobs felt alive like never before, straining to fire forth their new cocktails of lust, yet without so much as the faintest feeling of pain attached. She grasped each breast from below and lifted them up for general inspection and applause, smiling gamely at the powerful liquid vibrations that emanated from within.

Starshine raised her hands to the ceiling in what Pinkie assumed was some sort of traditional pose of prayer or supplication or whatever, although she was more interested in how it pulled Starshine’s bodacious boobies even higher up than her corset did on its own. “I am, o Mother! Grant me your bliss!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes, hoping Starshine wouldn’t notice. “Uh, right on! So how do you want this to go down? Do you want me to go down?”

“No, I have a position. Spread your legs,” she said, and Pinkie obliged, and Starshine scooted toward her. Starshine spread her legs open as well, giving Pinkie a free front-row view of her coral garden, and then darted forwards, her pussy smashing into Pinkie’s in a collision hotter and wetter than any swimsuit model. Starshine ground her crotch relentlessly against Pinkie’s, and Pinkie squeaked and did the same back to her.

It was much less precise than a good eating out, especially from Sweet Leaf, but the warmth and sheer erotic reality were unparalleled. Starshine’s thick, wet, almost-spongy pussy lips entered into Pinkie, fucking her with that most unexpected of body parts, and Pinkie felt herself slide into Starshine as well and the delicious splash of Starshine’s inner walls contracting around Pinkie’s outer lips as they joined together. Cum and cum intermingled in a soaking scissor solution, and heat filled Pinkie’s body, pouring out of Starshine’s undermost uttermoist and spreading from there into Pinkie’s every limb and pore.

“How is that… mmmm… my Goddess?”

“You kidding?” Pinkie made an unsuccessful grab for one of Starshine’s purple pigtails, pouted at her failure, and resorted to fingering her clit instead. “I’ve got pussy in my pussy! This is awesome! Fill me up with your orificial ingredient, all-natural woman!”

Starshine did, and Pinkie squealed delightedly as pussy continued to clash with pussy and secret water temples became soaking, talented archaeologists to one another. Starshine’s thick lips closed over Pinkie’s, squeezing them into ecstasy, and Pinkie rocked backwards on her butt, then blinked in confusion as she encountered another body behind her.

Pinkie turned, and discovered Fluttershy resting against her back, her angel wings open wide enough that they hadn’t been pressing into Pinkie uncomfortably. Fluttershy smiled beatifically in recognition, and Pinkie leaned in to kiss her long and deep, all but forgetting about the sex around them as she drank in the scent and taste and touch of her girlfriend and her girlfriend did the same to her.

“Sup, beautiful?” Pinkie nuzzled her head in Fluttershy’s face, eliciting a giggle and then a hair-filled cough. “What are you doing back there?”

“I’m still fucking Green Cycle!” Fluttershy sounded incomparably proud of herself. “He hasn’t gotten to come yet, the poor boy, and, well, I’ve got plenty of places for him to put his penis until we work that out. How about you?”

“Scissoring!” Pinkie laughed. “I don’t know why I never tried this before! I guess Starshine does have some good ideas, right, Starshine?”

“Mmmmmm, eeee!” Starshine had apparently run out of prayers to Pinkie’s apparent holiness, and grabbed at her own boobs, rocking and rolling them against the rigid top of that blessed bodice. Her modest nipples shone in the lights of the library, and Starshine leaned forward to lick them, pressing her own boobs to her mouth for lovemaking. Pinkie decided she approved, and was just considering following her example when two other pairs of lips fastening around her nipples showed her she didn’t have to worry.

Pinkie panted and looked down along her chest, where the sight of her and Starshine’s dueling openings was obscured by Sweet Leaf and Flower Child and their long hairdos, each girl sucking newly concocted milk cocktail from her thriving titties. “Hey girls!” she said, and gasped as Starshine thrust wetly into her. “Wow! Uh, yeah, hey. Flower Child, could you maybe be the itsiest bit gentler than last time? I dunno—oooooooh! Dang, girl!—eheheh, I dunno if my tits can take another pummeling like that again so soon.”

Flower Child withdrew her hold on Pinkie’s dripping nipple and nodded drily. “No problem. I’m here to drink, not to dominate.”

“Awww!” Sweet Leaf too left off from nursing, in order to screw up her face in disappointment. “You can’t even spare me one little bit of dominating? But I’ve been such a naughty little girl!”

Flower Child smirked. “For you, I make no promises.” She leaned in, and shortly she and Sweet Leaf were locked together in a kiss on top of Pinkie’s boobs, parting and rejoining at a dozen different angles, tongues visibly dripping each time they drew away from each other. Their eyes were closed, and Pinkie ran her fingers lovingly along their respective impressive hairlines, dark green hair flowing through one hand and bright blue through the other.

Pinkie felt Fluttershy rock against her back, wingfeathers tickling at Pinkie’s shoulders, and she grinned. Maybe Green Cycle was finally getting there. She pushed back against Fluttershy, rocking her body in time with Starshine’s clitoral coupling, glad she could help in even a small way with her girlfriend’s lovemaking. Fluttershy squeaked and clutched for Pinkie’s hand, and Pinkie grabbed her hand in return and held it fast, thrilling at the feeling of every shake and vibration of Fluttershy’s body travelling into her own. Her tits spurted forth in response to the new sensation, causing twin jets of sex to splash across Flower Child and Sweet Leaf’s faces.

The girls parted from their kiss, smiling at each other with half-lidded eyes for a moment before turning back to the source of their interruption in the form of Pinkie’s supernatural jugs. Their lips closed over Pinkie’s nipples again, and Pinkie sighed in bliss as her milk-plus-three-varieties-of-cum flowed gratefully forth into them. She supposed that since the leftovers from Flower Child’s orgasm were in there with the rest of it, Flower Child was now getting to drink up some of her own pussy juices as she nursed, and just the thought of that sent excited quivers down Pinkie’s spine and ejected another sudden spray of milk solution into her partners’ open gullets.

Over Sweet Leaf and Flower Child, Pinkie watched Starshine still licking at her own dark indigo nipples as best she could, boobs squeezed into egg shapes in her rough clutches. Pinkie grinned, smug for a moment before her tranquility was ruined by a particularly forceful sucking from Sweet Leaf that sent her body into another series of minor convulsions. She was at the center of everything. Starshine was joined to her at the crotch, their pussies seething together and flowing in and out of one another, lips bonding with lips in the naughtiest kiss she could imagine. Flower Child and Sweet Leaf were attached to her plentiful tits, milk and such streaming into their waiting mouths and forming a direct liquid chain between her and them. Even Fluttershy was propped up against her back as Green Cycle presumably thrust into some orifice of hers or other, those same thrusts being translated back into Pinkie in turn and making her shake all over. It was… it was simply amazing, every bit of it.

“Fluttershy!” Pinkie cried out to be sure she’d be heard over Starshine’s miscellaneous shrieks of pleasure, and Fluttershy’s gasping, and even Sweet Leaf and Flower Child’s devoted slurping. “Fluttershy, this is awesome! I love you! You’re the best girlfriend ever!”

“Oh, oh, oh, oooooooooooh, fuck yes!” Fluttershy was frantic and unconstrained in her ecstatic answer, squeezing Pinkie’s hand so tightly that Pinkie was afraid it might break. “No, Pinkie, you are, ahhhhh, with your wonderful, wonderful tits, ooooh, so good! Fuck, Green Cycle, yes, fuck me harder, leave my cunt fucking raw, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me harder, fuck my cunt, fuck my tits, fuck me everywhere, just don’t you stop, never stop, ahhhhhhh…”

“Goddess!!!” Tears were running down Starshine’s face as she cried to the heavens. “Pinkie, Mother, creator of everything, I’m coming! Bring me to you! Bless your disciple!”

“Ack! Sorry, ladies, I’ve gotta take this call.” Pinkie rose to her knees, dislodging absolutely everybody in the process, though she noted that Sweet Leaf and Flower Child took it easily in stride and returned their attentions to each other instead, groping all over one another’s torsos as they swapped spit and milk residue. Pinkie lowered her head to Starshine’s quaking body, and entered her readily with her tongue, lapping happily away at the hot lips and inner folds that had just moments ago been massaging her pussy from top to bottom. Starshine’s herbal-tea flavored cum was fresh and everywhere and ready for the taking, and Pinkie drank from her, welcoming the erotic fluid as it ran down her tongue and throat to be welcomed into her stomach or maybe just her breasts.

Starshine had abandoned her hold on her boobs, and their frantic bouncing atop her corset was entrancing, but Pinkie forced herself to focus on the pussy spread wide open before her as it dripped and shuddered and got closer and closer to explosion. “Goddess, Goddess, my Goddess!” she screamed. “I am not worthy! Gift me your love! Give me, show me, teach me, aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

Pinkie closed her eyes just in time as cum flew from Starshine, dousing Pinkie’s face and only narrowly not blinding her in the process. She laughed and shook her head back and forth, spraying Starshine’s sticky cum around her like a dog after coming inside from the rain.

“Oh, Mother, thank you!” Starshine flung herself into Pinkie’s arms, leaving her still-dripping pussy to grind against one of Pinkie’s knees, and engulfed her in a kiss. Pinkie happily kissed her back, filling her hands with Starshine’s delectable round titties while spit and tea-flavored cum flowed freely between their mouths. Starshine was clearly worn out from her orgasm, but she still managed to hold Pinkie to her for several minutes, administering to Pinkie’s lips and teeth and tongue every kind of oral devotion she could manage. At least she fell away, a smile plastered across her face, and Flower Child was predictably there to catch her and carry her to a chair to rest, trailing slow kisses along her arm as they walked.

“…righto!” Pinkie stretched her arms above her head with an almighty sigh, and smiled as her tits jiggled expectantly in response. “That was fun! Who’s next?”

“Sweet Leaf!”

Pinkie blinked. “Well, okay! Sounds good to me. But either Sweet Leaf just took up talking in the third person, or somebody’s feeling awfully generous…”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry.” Pinkie turned to see Green Cycle kneeling beside her, placing one hand on her shoulder in apparent reverence. “I didn’t mean it as a suggestion. It’s only that I’m almost ready, you see, madam, and I was hoping Sweet Leaf would finish me off.”

Sweet Leaf skipped forwards, chuckling, her apricot titties bouncing merrily under her orange shirt. “Of course!” she said, and leaned over and flipped her skirt up helpfully. “I keep telling you, bro, you don’t even need to ask.”

Green Cycle mumbled an apology and walked over to her, still fully nude with his jade cock sticking out straight ahead at a ninety degree angle from the rest of his body beneath its aquamarine condom. He fumbled for a couple seconds behind her, then thrust forwards, causing Sweet Leaf to bounce and giggle lustily. “Mmm, yep, that’s right!” she said. “Fuck your sister nice and deep! Let’s show Pinkie how we eco kids get things done, okay?”

Pinkie, for once at a loss for words, only sat and watched the bizarre display before her. Green Cycle had adopted much the same posture he had earlier with Fluttershy, bending Sweet Leaf over in front of him while he fondled her modest boobies from behind. They both looked… well, not at peace, since they were pretty clearly hot and bothered, but certainly quite happy with their lot. Green Cycle thrust into Sweet Leaf’s pussy, and Sweet Leaf thrust herself back along his cock, and their green hair bounced about them as they fucked for all to see.

“Hey,” said Fluttershy, who had apparently sat down behind Pinkie while she wasn’t paying attention. Fluttershy embraced Pinkie, and Pinkie let herself be pulled gently backwards, resting her head comfortably between Fluttershy’s huge chest cushions. Fluttershy kissed her lovingly. “She’s overgeneralizing a little, you know,” she told Pinkie after a minute. “About the eco kids, I mean. After all, I don’t even have a brother.”

Pinkie eyed her narrowly, not totally sure how much she was joking. “If you did, and you were about the same age and everything, do you think you’d do that with him?”

Fluttershy managed to blush a little. “Oh, I don’t know… maybe? Probably not. I mean, Sweet Leaf does have certain, um… advantages.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, um… well, anyhow, even if I wouldn’t do that myself, I think it’s perfectly fine if she does it. If they do it. Frequently. I know deregulation and personal autonomy and such are more Flower Child’s cause, but I think I agree with her.”

Pinkie nodded, nestling herself a little deeper in Fluttershy’s luscious boob space as she did so. “That makes sense! I mean, Flutter, I can definitely tell that you hang out with these kids a lot. You feel like you’ve picked up various stuff from all of them.”

Fluttershy blushed some more. “Not the Captain, I hope. But what do you mean?”

“Well…” Pinkie took a few seconds to collect her thoughts as Sweet Leaf continued to happily ride out the last of her brother’s resolve. “Green Cycle strikes me as kinda quiet, like you. You and Flower Child are both pretty smart, and you’ve definitely been listening to Starshine’s Goddess this and that chatter, if the stuff you scream when you’re orgasming is anything to go by.” She angled her head up and kissed Fluttershy, and Fluttershy returned the kiss immediately, pressing her hands softly to either side of Pinkie’s head. “Mmmmmm,” murmured Pinkie as they parted. “So yeah! And I don’t think I really need to convince you you’ve got anything in common with our pet slut over there, not after that half-time show we just pulled off, am I right?”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Fluttershy blinked long, black eyelashes at her. “I didn’t realize you were so perceptive. Oh dear, I’m sorry, that sounded awful…”

Pinkie laughed. “No, I get it! I’m a bit airheaded sometimes, guilty. But I care about you and the girls, like, loads. I… didn’t really have anyone, you know?” Her laughter died in her throat as she admitted it, and Fluttershy petted her tenderly, stroking her unavoidable tits as she did so but not actively seeking to stimulate them.

“You mean when you were growing up?” Fluttershy’s voice was even softer than usual.

“No, I... well, then too, maybe. Sometimes. But after Sunset split us everybody up, until Twilight Sparkle helped us see another way?” She whistled fondly. “You had these eco kids to keep you happy and, uh, fucked constantly. Dashie has the sports teams, and Rarity has the other fashionistas, and even Applejack’s got her big bro and that little Apple Bloom girl. But me? Sunset even took Snips and Snails from me, and we were only ever kinda sorta friends, not hi-how-are-you-awesome-let’s-eat-lunch-together friends, not Pinkie-Pie-you’re-so-cool-and-I-totally-appreciate-all-your-little-quirks friends.”

Fluttershy kissed her forehead. “It must have been awful.”

“Yeah.” Pinkie played moodily with her boobs. “I mean, I got oodles of practice at throwing parties! Free time’s not exactly a bad thing. But I really like having friends around too.” She sighed. “Flutter, can I come volunteer at your animal shelter again sometime? Like I used to?”

“Of course you can!” Fluttershy smoothed a bit of hair out of her eyes. “There are always lots of kitties and puppies and everything in need of some more volunteers. And after hours, how about I show you another pussy that could use some tender love and care?”

Pinkie grinned. “Sounds super!”

Fluttershy grinned back. “Don’t worry, Pinkie. We’re friends now, friends to the end.”

“Mmhmmm! But… to the end? Flutter, we’re graduating in just a few months!”

“…yes. I guess we are.”

“Then what?!”

Fluttershy sighed and closed her eyes. “I don’t know. You could come with me, you know, if we got into the same college, and I’d get to keep you that way. We could be roommates, and we could have sex with each other every single night. Or more often than that, if you wouldn’t mind. And you’re so outgoing, I know you could find us some new friends to have join in…”

“Yes! I do want to be kept! I want… I want….”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Pinkie scooted quickly backwards, scraping her back almost painfully against Fluttershy’s ruby nipples as she rose up to get a better view of the source of the scream, which turned out to have been Green Cycle. Sweet Leaf’s eyes were fast shut, her mouth split open in a huge grin as Green Cycle bucked uncontrollably against her from behind. Sticky white globs squirted down from within her pussy onto the floor, and Pinkie stared at them both, wide-eyed.

“Mmmmm!” Sweet Leaf waited until her brother’s convulsions were over, then spun around to face him and draw him into a long and lingering kiss. He patted her boobies gently, and his dick hung idly from him, still dripping little white drops and totally unclothed.

An unexpected combination of terror and lust filled Pinkie Pie, and milk squirted haphazardly from her tits even as she leapt to her feet. Sweet Leaf turned to face her, eyes half-lidded above a sultry smile, while Green Cycle only waved at her awkwardly.

“You… you just…” Pinkie stood there, hands hanging helplessly at her sides as she tried to figure out what she was feeling. What she had just seen was wrong, horribly wrong. She knew that! But someone had forgotten to tell her body, since her pussy had just flared up again, regaining all the warmth it had lost while she’d been confiding in Fluttershy about her worries, and her tits were still dribbling merrily. It was almost unfair how obvious her arousal was, because it totally ruined any sort of über-moral crusader cred that she might have been able to adopt. Even Fluttershy, standing beside her, was having a hard time looking away from her nipples and their sudden uncontrollable puffing up.

Green Cycle looked back and forth between her and Sweet Leaf for a moment, and moved to cover his limp dick with both hands. “Madam Pie, it’s not what it looks like…”

“Not what…?” Pinkie stared at him in disbelief. “That’s your sister! You just came in your sister without any protection! Don’t you two know where babies come from?” Her eyes bugged out of her head. “That’s where babies come from! That right there! And you’re going to abandon your baby to an orphanage because you’re not ready for one, and she or he will have to get adopted by some lower-income couple that only really have time for their jobs, and besides, Sweet Leaf’s your sister, so the baby will probably be some kind of horrible mutant with three eyes and twenty nostrils and a trombone instead of a butt!” In retrospect, she’d probably failed Bio for more reasons than stealing the alligator, but she had a point to make and by gosh no simple facts about basic physiology were going to stand in her way. Even her udders were cowed by her passion, ironically enough, and stopped leaking for a few seconds.

“Pinkie Pie!” Sweet Leaf sounded honestly a little frightened, though she gamely kept a smile planted on her face. “Pinkie, listen to me. It’s not like that, okay? I told you, we’re not going to have any kids.”

Pinkie put her hands to her hips sternly. “You don’t know that!”

“Actually, I kind of do.” Sweet Leaf grinned awkwardly. “I’m infertile. Totally, completely, one-hundred-percent infertile. Trust me, I’ve been tested by multiple doctors about this, here and outside of the school. Having a baby just isn’t something I can do. Okay?”

Pinkie’s emotional rollercoaster took a sudden swerve from righteous fury right back into sorrow. “Never? But… but babies are awesome! They’ve got those cute fuzzy heads, and the giant toes and fingers, and they only eat soft stuff, and you can show them off to everybody, and, and…”

“Well, of course I could adopt one if I really wanted to.” Sweet Leaf shrugged. “But I can figure that out later, probably with a husband or two helping out. In the meantime, boys really like cumming in pussies without some dumb condom in the way, and nothing’s bad going to happen if they do it in me, so I get to be the eco kids’ unofficial cum bucket. And some other guys’ too, if I’m being honest. Boys screw some other girl about as long as they can hold out, protection included, then they take it off and finish in me instead.”

Pinkie ran her hands through her hair in pure disconcertion. “But… but that’s awful!” Sweet Leaf looked shocked, and Green Cycle wilted, and even Fluttershy stepped away from her a little, and Pinkie frowned. “I mean… Sweet Leaf, aren’t they just treating you as an object? Nobody’s going to respect you if you act like… like a… slut?” The moment the last word escaped her lips, she started to feel confused.

Sweet Leaf, however, did not appear confused at all. She strode over to Pinkie and stared her right in the eye, their faces so close together Pinkie would have made out with her under any other circumstances. When she spoke, she still sounded friendly overall, but there was a flinty edge to her voice that Pinkie hadn’t heard from her before. “Pinkie Pie,” she said, “I have sex with my friends. I have a whole lot of sex with my friends. But not everyone is my friend, and I would never, ever, ever have sex with someone that I believed didn’t respect me. My body’s my own property, and if I share it with someone else, that doesn’t make it theirs. I’ve been thinking you believed and accepted all that stuff, and maybe even did the same thing, but if not, I need you to let us know right now.”

Pinkie gulped, having not missed that very meaningful plural there at the end. Her heart was beating all too loudly in her chest, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Flower Child and Starshine watching her, little emotion visible on their faces. Fluttershy stared only at the ground, but she was inching slowly away from Pinkie and toward her group instead. “Sweet Leaf, I…” She reached for Sweet Leaf’s hands, and after a moment of wary indecision, Sweet Leaf accepted her grip in return. “I’ve been screwing my buddies too. I’d like to keep doing it! It’s fun! So if that’s all you’re doing, hey, full speed ahead, all right?”

Sweet Leaf’s smile showed signs of returning. “Do you respect me?”

“Respect you?” Pinkie thought about the bouncy girl standing mere inches in front of her, who ran everywhere she went and wore an enormous hat and a diamond necklace and was a simply stupendous pussy eater. If Sweet Leaf said the only people she took as her partners were her friends, people she trusted, and made her own choices for how to use her own body and didn’t try to force those choices on anyone else, where was Pinkie supposed to complain about that?

“Respect you?” she asked again. “Sweet Leaf, I respect the fuck out of you!” Sweet Leaf broke out into a genuine merry smile, an expression that Pinkie saw visually echoed on the other eco kids around them. Her heart mercifully slowed its pounding. “I’m not saying that I think having sex with a buncha dudes makes you an object! But, like, aren’t there other people who do think that? I just, I hear this stuff you’ve been springing on me, with you dating your brother, and being a `cum bucket,’ and never having children, all that stuff, and it makes me feel sad because your life sounds really hard!”

“Really hard?” repeated Sweet Leaf. She looked at Pinkie, eyes obviously huge even without their close proximity to each other, then burst out laughing for a moment. “Hard?! Pinkie Pie, those things you listed are exactly why my life is awesome! Yeah, I’m always gonna meet some people who don’t like it. I already have, and… and I’m not friends with them anymore. But if I find some jerk who thinks it’s wrong that I should get to have sex with anyone I want, assuming full informed consent and bla bla bla... well, chances are I’m going to grab a friend and screw’em right in front of that jerk, just to tell him off.” Her eyelids lowered again. “You’re welcome to be that friend, by the by.”

Pinkie felt herself blushing, and squeezed Sweet Leaf’s hands tight. “That sounds fun!”

“Totally!” Sweet Leaf returned her squeeze. “Listen to you, Pinkie. I tell you all this great stuff, and you feel sorry for me. You know what that makes you? A big silly.”

“Dashie always used to call me that too.”

“Well, you are. You’re a big silly, and you’re also really sweet. And you know what I do with sweet people?”

Pinkie glanced down at their joined hands, which appeared to be slowly creeping up her sides without receiving any input from her. Sweet Leaf’s thick beige fingers were reaching out and pressing sensually into her various pink folds. “You fuck them?”

“I fuck them!!!” Sweet Leaf bluntly fulfilled the foreshadowing and converted their nearness into a deep and loving kiss, her lips closing wetly yet sweetly over Pinkie’s own, her teeth staying back at a respectful distance, and her tongue neither dominating nor submitting but simply engaging Pinkie’s in gentle and tender intercourse. Their hands broke apart, and Pinkie pulled Sweet Leaf squashily closer to her, while Sweet Leaf embraced the small of her back and held her tight. Pinkie could dimly hear a collective sigh of relief from their onlookers, combined with a bit of applause, but she was really only interested in filling her every sense with sweet, leafy Sweet Leaf.

“Mmmmmmm.” Pinkie whispered softly into Sweet Leaf’s still-open mouth, their hot breath intermingling between them. “So if you’re our pet slut and all, how come you’re the only gal here still fully dressed? Or even dressed at all, if you don’t count that crazy corset thing on Starshine?”

Sweet Leaf blinked back at her, doing her level best to look hurt while still grinning. “I’m not wearing my hat, am I?”

“And when I want to fuck your head, I’ll thank you for that. But your skirt? Your shirt, even?” Pinkie poked Sweet Leaf viciously through the offending articles of the clothing, and the other girl jumped and laughed at each attack.

“Well, now.” Sweet Leaf leaned in even closer, their lips sliding across each other as she spoke. Pinkie’s skin crawled in anticipation, and her pussy did a few things as well. “I think you’ve fucked my head more times than I care to count! If my face is part of it, that is. As for my other clothes… I dunno, if they’re bothering you so much, maybe you should take them off me, hmmmm?” She frowned suddenly. “Have I ever actually screwed you before? Like, all-out?”

Pinkie licked Sweet Leaf’s lips thoughtfully, taking in her dewy scent and flavor with pleasure. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve so much as seen you nude! You’re always the one that’s doing me, besides Fluttershy. And in addition to Fluttershy.”

Sweet Leaf’s eyes went huge. “Then we definitely need to do this! My body is hereby officially shared with you; get going!”

Pinkie Pie stepped back a foot or two and surveyed her imminent conquest. Sweet Leaf was shorter than her, but not by so very much, and slimmer except for her hands, which were strong and solid as if they’d been put to hard work for years. Her orangish shirt with its big green leaf symbol hung loosely over her chest, exposing most of her right shoulder as she posed sultrily for Pinkie’s inspection; the outlines of her fruit-sized boobies showed through it just a little, but hardly enough to be remotely scandalous. Her darker tan skirt was about as long as any other skirt at the school, besides Starshine’s, and came under a rope of bright green fabric of unclear purpose that was tied around her waist. Her lime-green moccasins were quite cute, with their various layers of grassy fringe, but only cute.

Really there was nothing especially sexually evocative about Sweet Leaf as compared to pretty much anyone else, unless you had a thing for long straight green hair that curved off into spikes at the ends. Pinkie’s arousal from gazing at her came from more what she knew about Sweet Leaf as a person, not as a body, and that struck her as a perfectly fine reason to be attracted to someone.

Sweet Leaf beckoned her forward with a curved finger, a raised eyebrow, and a toothy smile, and Pinkie obliged her. She gripped the bottom of Sweet Leaf’s orange shirt and made ready to pull it upwards, but hesitated upon feeling the fabric more closely, worrying she might tear it by mistake. So she opted for a slower striptease instead, lifting Sweet Leaf’s top slowly up and off of her, running her thumbs along the rough beige skin beneath it as she went. Sweet Leaf shimmied helpfully as Pinkie stripped her, until her shirt was entirely removed and Pinkie let it fall to the library’s much-mistreated floor while she took in the sight of Sweet Leaf’s boobs.

“What do you think?” The question was honest and conversational.

“Hmm!” They were hardly the biggest boobs in the world, but then that much was obvious even when she did have a shirt on. Silky, fruit-sized orbs hung temptingly from her chest, topped with reddish-pink nipples that were noticeably puffy from longing and stimulation. Her curves were stylish and natural, inviting without relying on any particular set of fetishes to justify being attractive. Pinkie smiled. “I’d say you’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts!”

“Thanks!” Sweet Leaf laughed her familiar, carefree laugh, and her boobies shook enough to make Pinkie’s mouth water just a little bit. “Seriously, I know you’re more into the really big titties, like Fluttershy’s or I guess Starshine’s. You don’t have to talk me up just to make me feel better.”

“Aww, no, it’s not like that!” Pinkie raised her hands in protest, scraping their backs against her own erect nipples by mistake. “I mean yeah, I love the big boobies. They’re kinda my thing. But yours are really cute too, honest! Do you mind if I…?”

Sweet Leaf rolled her eyes. “Nope. Pinkie, you have a standing invitation to do anything you want to any part of me, whenever and wherever. Obviously I can take back that invitation later, but for now, fuck the morés and fuck me more.”

“Well, okay!” Pinkie brought her lips to the surface of Sweet Leaf’s chest, intent on delivering a long series of slow, tender kisses to make it clear she really wasn’t doing this to improve Sweet Leaf’s body image or anything like that, not that she thought that needed doing anyway. She reached around to pet Sweet Leaf’s back and pull them closer together, running her hands up and down beneath her cascading strands of dark green. Sweet Leaf was rough and ready all over, safe for her boobs, which were smooth and tender as a meatloaf pickup artist. Light tan skin filled Pinkie’s welcoming lips, and she sucked slowly, just hard enough to leave the faintest of marks that would be gone within hours. Satisfied sighs from above her told her she was doing a good job.

Something sharp pricked Pinkie’s forehead, and she yanked her head back in alarm, only to discover the culprit to have been Sweet Leaf’s pale jade diamond necklace. She held it one hand and found it surprisingly cool to the touch.

“Oh, could you leave that on?” asked Sweet Leaf. “I know, I know, naked and stripping and stuff, but I’m kind of attached to my necklace.”

“Sure!” Pinkie pressed the diamond into the surface of Sweet Leaf’s boobs, tracing cool, hard lines acoss her smooth skin and eliciting a long sigh of pleasure. “Can I assume you’ve got a long, detailed, tragic backstory and this necklace is totally your sole reminder of some really super-cherished relationship that you lost because everything else burned down or something?”

“If you like! Draw your own conclusions.”

Pinkie grinned. “Well, right now I think I’m drawing conclusions on your boobs.”

“That works too!”

So Pinkie continued her affections, both through kisses and through dragging the necklace up and down Sweet Leaf’s front, sometimes using its flat end and sometimes its points, though she care not to press hard enough to actually stab her or make her bleed or anything. Generic standing invitations aside, that wasn’t the sort of thing you just did to someone out of nowhere, and Pinkie wasn’t sure it even sounded all that attractive anyhow.

Sweet Leaf groaned brokenly beneath her, and held Pinkie’s head to her boobs with one hand buried deep within Pinkie’s immensely buoyant hairdo. Pinkie stuck out her tongue to ensnare one of Sweet Leaf’s round, reddish nipples, enjoying a brief shock of static electricity as she did so, and Sweet Leaf pushed her head forward so that the whole nipple rested inside Pinkie’s mouth for the sucking. She clamped her lips together, and Sweet Leaf moaned in delight.

“Oooh… yeah, go Pinkie Pie!” Sweet Leaf found Pinkie’s tits with her other hand and did her best to cup one, running her thick fingers through Pinkie’s dangling expanses. Pinkie purred and squirted a brief volley of pink milk in response, and felt as Sweet Leaf caught the milk in her hand and smeared it back into Pinkie’s tit’s surface.

In response, Pinkie reached down to grab Sweet Leaf’s disproportionately large butt through her skirt. Sweet Leaf noticed and began rocking herself back and forth, thrusting her butt into Pinkie’s hand for liberal, plentiful fondling. Pinkie gave as was expected and continued to suck at Sweet Leaf’s puffy boobcap, rolling her tongue around its base as she went. She did miss the sensation of endless masses of breast pressing against her face while she sucked, like she got from Starshine or Fluttershy, but Sweet Leaf had an all-natural scent to her that was pretty pleasurable in itself. Pinkie bit down carefully, clutching the nipple between two hard rows of teeth, and Sweet Leaf squeaked happily.

“Mmm… this is a good start!” Sweet Leaf’s words were punctuated just a bit by hoarse gasps, the sign that Pinkie was doing her job right. She squeezed Sweet Leaf’s butt extra-hard for emphasis. “Mmm! But you’re supposed to be stripping me, and so far you’ve only got my shirt off. You’re gonna want to do my skirt and boots too, if you really want to pass this class.”

“Class?” Pinkie kissed Sweet Leaf’s nipple fondly goodbye. “Am I being graded, Ms. Leafy Leaf Leaferson?”

“Depending on how you manhandle my fuzzy little pussy, I may give you an aaaaaaaahhh!!! for effort!”

Pinkie laughed. “Now there’s a transcript I bet our career counselor would like to see! All right, I’ll deskirt you, but I think you might be hotter with your boots still on.”

Sweet Leaf squeezed Pinkie’s breast and smirked. “Sounds kinky.”

“I like it kinky!”

“I like you kinky.”

To this Pinkie could add nothing, so she knelt down before Sweet Leaf to examine her newest challenge. Sweet Leaf’s skirt was of no brand she recognized, and she began to suspect the earthy eco kid of making all her own clothes, though admittedly she was no world-class fashion expert so she could easily be wrong. The light cord wrapped around Sweet Leaf’s waist intrigued her, so she began to untie it, deft maneuvering spoiled only a little by her background arousal and the sweaty, shaky motions it lent to her efforts. At last she got the knot undone, and gasped as the entire skirt conveniently fell away with its topping cord and the smell of hot, recent sex filled her nostrils fit to burst.

Sweet Leaf’s pussy glistened with the effects of a night of orgying, and sticky secretions stuck to the insides of her legs, some of it hers and some of it her brother’s. Her lips were swollen open in readiness, bedotted with dark green fuzz, in sharp contrast to her perfectly shaven pubic region above. Pinkie reached out to fondle her all but instinctually, running her hand along those fuzzy lips and drawing sighs of pleasure from them both. Tiny sharp hairs poked playfully at her, their points dulled only a little by being thoroughly matted with cum both foreign and domestic. Pinkie curiously stuck one finger into Sweet Leaf’s fuzz-guarded fun pocket, and felt her instantly clamp down around it, as if expecting Pinkie’s finger to be another cock ready for its celebratory explosion within her. Wet inner folds caressed Pinkie’s skin and nails, and she caressed them right back, curving her finger around and around as the rest of her hand continued to press into their prickly, swollen guardians.

Above her Sweet Leaf stood with her hands on her hips, naked but for her necklace and her tall green moccasins. Her round cheeks shone, and she licked her upper lips while Pinkie groped her lower ones. Pinkie reached her other hand down to play with her own pussy, and Sweet Leaf frowned. “Pff, no, let me take care of that.”

Pinkie shrugged. “Okie dokie! You’ll have to come down here, though.”

Sweet Leaf descended to her knees and moved to skewer Pinkie’s breasts with her own, poking her round nipples hard into Pinkie’s giving globes. She kissed Pinkie tenderly, and Pinkie kissed back, the two girls threading their hands through each other’s hair and backs and almost managing to avoid groping each other, at least until Sweet Leaf started tickling Pinkie’s butt and Pinkie started laughing and kissing got really difficult.

“Mmm… tell you what, lie down,” said Sweet Leaf, massaging Pinkie’s empty belly as she spoke from in front and behind like she was dough to be kneaded. “I’ll get on top, and we can really have some fun.”

Pinkie stretched out obediently, smiling at the sight of her huge tits flopping down across her chest. “On top, huh? You think you’re the boss of me?”

“No, but I think I’m half the size of you, and it’ll be less painful for you to support my weight than the other way around.”

“Hey!” Pinkie pouted. “Your butt’s bigger than mine, or I’m blind as a mouse.”

“And your boobs are bigger than my butt, or I’m blind as a standardized math test.” With that Sweet Leaf crawled onto Pinkie, and all further friendly debate was stilled by the immediate presence of a prickly pair of pussy lips in Pinkie’s face. Pinkie readily joined it with her tongue, and despite their modest height difference, they were able to stretch and curve around enough for Sweet Leaf to do the same.

Pinkie had never tried sandpapering her own tongue before—or anybody else’s tongue, come to think about it!—but she was suddenly very open to the idea, if the sensation of Sweet Leaf’s hairy heffalump was anything to go by. Her whole face felt alive with the pinpricks of bliss poking at her tongue, even hot and suffocated as she was by Sweet Leaf’s thighs around her head. Admittedly the kink value of leaving her boots on was somewhat lessened by not being able to see them, but she supposed they were still of interest of anyone who happened to be watching them go at each other. The other eco kids were probably still there, Green Cycle and the girls and… Fluttershy!

The very thought of her girlfriend sitting there and watching—maybe doing some other stuff too, but certainly watching—while she and Sweet Leaf manned slippery spelunking expeditions into each other’s subcutaneous regions was enough to make Pinkie cream deliciously, and Sweet Leaf noted her approval by wasting no time and digging right in. Her tongue filled Pinkie’s insides, and Pinkie squealed and buried her face into Sweet Leaf, staining her nose with dewy juices as she licked and nibbled away. Speckled lips danced before her, scraping wetly across her cheeks, and she lapped frantically back at Sweet Leaf’s semolina pilchards.

Pinkie’s boobies were squashed flat, relatively speaking, against her by Sweet Leaf lying on top of them, and she carefully adjusted her right breast so that the nipple rested firmly inside the other girl’s navel. Pinkie continued to fondle herself for a few more seconds, but then directed her attention to Sweet Leaf’s butt instead, rolling and slapping her luscious cheeks back and forth as they hovered above Pinkie’s head. Sweet Leaf reacted to this treatment with pants and giggles, both sounds largely lost into the depths of Pinkie’s pussy as she gave it her full attention, lips and teeth and tongue working in perfect harmony to fit so much pleasure inside of Pinkie’s body that her milk had to squirt out to make room for it.

“Mmm… mm, mm, mmmmmm!” Pinkie extended her tongue as far as it could go into Sweet Leaf’s shell game, licking at the other girl’s insides and being drenched in cum for her troubles. Leftover globules of Green Cycle spilled their sloppy way onto her cheeks and chin, where she was powerless to stop them from running down to the floor below. It was a bizarre take on the idea of a threesome, but Sweet Leaf’s upside-down rainforest tickling her lips as she licked more than made up for it. Pinkie grabbed Sweet Leaf’s but tightly with both hands and used her leverage to lift and lower Sweet Leaf’s rear end onto her face, fucking Pinkie’s lapping tongue like a sex-coated Scylla penetrating Sweet Leaf’s welcoming Charybdis.

“Oooooooh, ooh yeah!” Sweet Leaf crooned raspily into Pinkie’s pussy, spreading it wider open with her hands as she licked and suckled away. Pinkie shook her crotch back and forth beneath Sweet Leaf’s downturned face, making for even wilder sensations from Sweet Leaf’s lips and tongue slashing back and forth across her as she shook. Sweet Leaf, apparently urged on by this as a challenge, entombed her face within Pinkie’s pussy and fucked it deep and hard with fingers and tongue both. Pinkie’s back arced wildly, bouncing Sweet Leaf on top of her and causing Pinkie’s right breast to come dislodged from her belly button and scrape a milky trail all around her stomach.

“Whoa!” Pinkie shuddered again, her body not yet ready for orgasm but flirting with the idea nevertheless, and Sweet Leaf got dislodged and fell off of her. She was back up in a moment, but rotated back around, kissing Pinkie Pie on her proper lips wetly and deeply. Both girls tasted strongly of each other’s cum, which made the kiss only that much more erotic, and their tongues lashed out to meet each other in a frothing slurry of sex and desire. Pinkie pushed herself upright against the legs of a chair and pulled Sweet Leaf forwards along with her, once more digging her fingers into those magnificent butt cheeks and refusing to let go.

Sweet Leaf mashed Pinkie’s boobs together in front of her, simultaneously kneading them with her hands whilst searing their tops with her own cruelly erect nipples. Their hands and lips were full of each other, and Pinkie tingled all over, soaking in Sweet Leaf’s sweat through her boobs and Sweet Leaf’s lustful energy through every part of her. Sweet Leaf undulated within Pinkie’s grasp, rocking her body back and forth and repeatedly withdrawing from Pinkie’s lips only to rejoin them frantically at a new and more delicious angle. Their sopping pussies collided from time to time, grinding euphorically against one another before Sweet Leaf moved on in some new direction, bending and shaking beneath Pinkie’s grasp and filling her every sense.

“Ohhh… wow!” Pinkie broke free from a particularly molten kiss to look Sweet Leaf, frenzied, in the eye. “We should have done this way sooner!”

“No disagreement here!” Sweet Leaf bent down to shower Pinkie’s three mile cleavage with kisses. “Really,” she added after some length of time, “I was just being careful. You’re going out with Fluttershy, after all, and helping you lactate is one thing, but helping myself’s another…”

Pinkie sputtered with laughter, though it wasn’t as if Sweet Leaf’s kisses were doing much for her verbal coherence either. “You were worried about Fluttershy?! Honestly, I don’t think that girl’s got an exclusive bone in her body…”

“True enough.” Sweet Leaf abandoned Pinkie’s tits with one hand to stroke the outside of her pussy instead, firm knuckles teasing her clit with every pass. “You can’t see from your angle, but it looks like Flower Child and Starshine are double-teaming her pretty good. But nah, I knew Fluttershy would be cool with it, but I wasn’t quite so sure about you…”

Pinkie frowned for a moment before Sweet Leaf’s continued kissing, grinding, petting, and so on made it impossible to maintain any non-blissful expression. “About me? And what’s your brother up to, if all us ladies are so busy getting it on?”

“Me?” asked Green Cycle from beside them, and Pinkie jumped in fright, once more sending Sweet Leaf flying. Green Cycle was sitting nude and cross-legged against one wall, his cock once more standing fully erect with some only dribbles of precum staining its tip. His well-muscled chest rose evenly in time with his slow, careful breaths, which broke only a little when he looked at Pinkie Pie.

“Yeah, you!” Pinkie suddenly felt a little embarrassed by him staring, but decided that not only wasn’t she sure she really could cover herself up with any degree of success, it also didn’t make much sense. Her legs were wide open as if a train might come chuffing out of her pussy at any moment and require an open track, her tits were leaking freely, her hair was wild, she was completely naked and sweating and had several of Sweet Leaf’s bodily fluids clinging to her as well, and besides she’d just spent the last however long screwing everyone in sight. It was a little bit late for modesty.

Green Cycle offered her a soft smile, one without a hint of smugness or mockery. “Well, I’m almost up to my fifth chakra,” he said. “But I’m quite hard again, too, if you wouldn’t mind having sex.”

Pinkie blinked. “You want to fuck me too?”

“Well, yes, definitely.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, which Pinkie had to admit was really quite cute. “I don’t know if any of what Madam Starshine says about you is true, Madam Pie, but I can tell you’re an extremely attractive woman regardless, and I’d be honored if you let me penetrate you.”

Sweet Leaf licked languidly at Pinkie’s toes. “Don’t mind him,” she said fondly. “My bro’s got a bit of a woman-worshipping complex. But he’s a fine screw, so I’d say go for it. I mean, unless you’re gay.”

Pinkie clapped one hand to her heart, or at least her tits because they were kind of in the way. “Me? Gay?! Sweet Leaf, I’m shocked you could even suggest such a thing! In the first place, we’re too young to worry about that kind of labeling, and in the second place, obviously I’m just wackily bisexual!”

“Hey, whoa, okay!” Sweet Leaf nuzzled up to Pinkie and began petting her head, looking just a little worried. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. I just hadn’t seen you showing any interest in anyone of the male persuasion, but I guess my sampling pool’s been pretty low. How many men have you banged, then? I won’t tell anyone, scout’s honor.”

Pinkie looked down at her feet, which were presently undergoing a game of footsie with Sweet Leaf, which served to make them rather poor distractions. “I guess… none? None. No men.”

“None?” Sweet Leaf sounded genuinely puzzled, then brightened. “Oh, so crushes then? I hear you. There was this redhead transfer student last semester from Transfervania or someplace, and he was so drop-dead gorgeous I had a hard time telling him that. But then eventually it worked out and we fucked like a dozen times in a week.”

Pinkie spent a few seconds wondering which student Sweet Leaf meant, figured it out, and blushed. He’d struck her as a bit too… normal for that kind of thing, but she supposed Sweet Leaf had some definite wiles on her side. Still, that wasn’t really the subject…

“No crushes either,” she said, wary of where this was going. “I mean, I’ve been lusting after Fluttershy for like for-freaking-ever, you know? Pitter patter of little heartbeats and all that neat stuff. But I don’t think I remember having the hots for any guys before that, or during, either.”

“Oh,” said Sweet Leaf again. She stopped petting Pinkie for a moment. “So you’re telling me you’ve never been attracted to any guy… and you’ve never banged a guy either… and you’ve spent every day since you got your new boobs banging Fluttershy and some other girls non-stop, even though I bet half the guys in this school would be thrilled to do you too… but you say you’re bi?”

“Well, yeah!” Pinkie placed her hands on her hips and scowled, more at herself than at Sweet Leaf or even Green Cycle. “Being gay would be so… so petty! I don’t have anything against guys! Guys are some of my, uh, relatively kind of good sometimes we talk to each other they’re okay and stuff friends.” She stomped one foot from her seated position, and her stomach rumbled ominously. “Look, you two, I don’t want to be gay, okay?! I’m not some jerk who just decides one day that a whole half the population could never ever be attractive just because they just happen to have a dick!”

Green Cycle looked nervously at his sister before returning his gaze to Pinkie, though Pinkie noticed his own dick had managed to remain rock solid throughout the conversation. “Madam Pie…” he said, and hesitated. “The body’s desire and the soul’s are not always one and the same. But we don’t wish to prejudge, and… what I mean to say is, if being bisexual is so important than you… I would be happy to aid you in that.” He blushed a little. “With my penis.”

Pinkie looked at Green Cycle, then at his admittedly quite muscular chest, then at his cock. He was conventionally attractive, well-built, and fairly well-endowed; this was her chance to show off just how sexually liberated she really was. “Okay!” she said, and grinned as both Sweet Leaf and Green Cycle looked surprised at her sudden enthusiasm. “I’m in! Let’s do the funky monkey! Uh, I don’t suppose either of you’ve got any protection with you, huh?” Sweet Leaf wordlessly reached into the depths of one enormous moccasin and pulled out a second aquamarine condom, and Pinkie blinked. That explained a lot, really.

“Okie dokie,” said Pinkie with a deliberate grin, “time to pokie my, uh… cookie?” That almost rhymed. She strode toward Green Cycle, who scrambled quickly to his feet, preceded upward by his very eager-looking member and its gleaming tip. Pinkie gave it a quick kiss, recognizing his flavor from Sweet Leaf’s pussy a few minutes ago, and slipped the condom over its head in one quick motion.

Sweet Leaf whistled. “You’re pretty good at that.”

“Told you so!” Pinkie winked at her, then turned back to Green Cycle, who looked both excited and frightened at the same time. “What do you say, nature boy? Shall we learn to fuck and be fucked in return?”

“Uh, well… I defer to your wisdom, Madam Pie.” It sounded almost flirtatious. Then he took her in his arms, and Pinkie melted. He really was strong! And tall, too! Maybe she did have a thing for tall girls. Uh, tall… people. Of either sex. Including boys.

“Mmmmm!” Pinkie ran her hands over his big taut chest, grinning as her fingers discovered milk from her tits already trickling down him. Her leaking was getting less and less something she paid attention to all the time. Green Cycle was solid to the touch, very solid, like she could hug him as hard as she possibly could and he wouldn’t be hurt at all. She tried it, wincing a little as her tits squished unsparedly into his muscled front, and was rewarded as he tightened his grip around her as well. He wasn’t soft like Fluttershy, but no one was soft like Fluttershy… he wasn’t soft like any girl, really. He was different. And that wasn’t necessarily bad, right?

Pinkie’s hands strayed instinctively toward his boobs, only to stop as she realized that he didn’t have any. Not even tiny little Flower Child-sized lumps. Her lips twitched downward for a moment, but she steeled herself with new resolve. Of course guys didn’t have boobs! She’d known that going in! But they had dicks, and dicks were pretty neat, and so that was the tradeoff. She traced lazy circle around his nipples anyway, and giggled as he gasped. Sensitive, huh? Maybe they weren’t so very different after all.

Green Cycle coughed faintly, and she looked up at him with a smile. Her tits were pressed into his chest, flattened except for her oil well nipples, which were trying desperately to dig their way into a torso that was much less soft than they were used to. He was petting her back, big fingers running up and down her with increasing confidence and sometimes even pressing on an especially sensitive spot. So far so good. “You’re deferring, huh?” she asked, and giggled again at his look of puzzlement. “That’s too bad! See, I was more in the mood for a deflowering…”

His eyes widened. “You’re a…?”

“Technically!” She stroked his pointy, pointy chin with one hand. “Well, sort of technically. I mean, I’ve had plenty of stuff down there, so the packaging’s been opened. Fingers, balloons, fresh vegetables, every girl in this room and a few other besides… you get the picture! But yours gets to be the first bonafide, bonerified dick in my dixie! Excited?”

“Honored.” One of his hands reached her butt, and she spread her legs reflexively, giving him free rein to stroke her lower and lower down. After a moment he obliged, and she gasped as an extremely foreign object found its way into her imports department and proceeded to make a very good first impression. She sighed, and he smiled. “And you? I mean… Madam Pie, you’re not frightened, are you?”

Pinkie laughed loudly. “Me? Only when you call me Madam Pie, and I feel like I just put on ten years without noticing it!” She leaned up close to him, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Um, but actually, yeah, a little teensy bit terrified. But don’t you take that as an excuse not to stick your shooter in my cooter, okay? I need this, and you seem safe.”

By way of answer, Green Cycle pulled her upward for a kiss, and after a moment of confusion she returned it. He was a rough kisser, though not in a way that suggested it was intentional. She found herself relegated, however automatically, to a more passive role, her tongue following his instructions in an orchestrated, formal dance between their lips. Even his lips were drier than she was used to, barren of makeup or chapstick or the slightest hint of feminine daintiness. It was strange, and he must have noticed, for he withdrew rather more quickly than she was expecting.

“Ma—um, Pinkie Pie?” He sounded concerned, not the concern of whatever woman-worshipping ideal he had going on but just a genuinely nice guy concerned about her well being. She smiled despite the situation. “That was… are you sure you’re all right?”

Pinkie paused for a moment. “I’m fine!” she said. “Pinkie Pie’s always fine! That was just… different, you know? I’m learning new things, and my teachers can tell you I’m not always the fastest draw in the book!” She reached reassuringly for his hand, the one that wasn’t still busying itself with her clit, but winced as she managed to stab herself with his elbow instead. Boys! They were all… pointy! Everywhere! How did they deal with it?

Green Cycle bit his lip for a moment. “Well, if you’re sure… do you want to just skip to the sex?”

“Yeah!” Pinkie lit up. “That sounds good! Stick it to me, buckaroo!”

Then he did, and Pinkie’s eyes popped out of her head.

This. This. This! This was awesome! Sure, she’d had plenty of stuff stuck up inside of her before, like she’d just been listing. But none of them had filled her quite like Green Cycle did. There was a big, hard, living thing embedded in her pussy, and it felt more natural than anything else ever had in there even with the condom still stretched firmly over it. All her internal organs felt like they were being pushed upward to make more room for that blessed dick to fill her, unless that was just her milk she was feeling, racing into her tits to be released.

Pinkie lost her footing for a moment and stumbled onto Green Cycle’s taut bare chest, which held her weight easily. She hugged him tight with both arms even as she hugged him tight with her pussy, clenching around him more from base reproductive instinct than from conscious thought. He wasn’t as large as her pumped-up balloons at their most pumped up, but he was unmistakably, irreducibly, dick-shaped. This was what everything else that had gone in her pussy had been trying to approximate, she now realized, unsuccessfully. Chakras or otherwise, there was one unbroken train of energy coming right from between his hips and spreading out into her whole body, and neither of them had even remotely orgasmed yet.

The miracle cock slid out of her, and Pinkie suddenly wanted to cry. “Hey!” she yelled instead, slapping his back for emphasis. “You can’t be done already! Stop that!”

“I’m not, I’m not!” Green Cycle smiled reassuringly down at her, expression mottled just the teensiest bit by panting passion. “That’s just thrusting. It goes back in again.”

“It… goes back… in?”

It went back in.

In and out, in and out. These were abstract ideas that Pinkie had come to understand and accept were associated with sex, especially the heterosexy kind. But every thrust broke down those layers of abstraction and filled her world with that singular feeling of a cock, even one clad protectively in shimmering latex, entering her from below again and again and again. She had never thought too much about the size of her own pussy, but now she knew it was too small, for she wanted to take in more and more of him until there was nothing left that was not thrusting in and out of her pussy with every impossibly passing second. Her inner walls rearranged themselves into a velvety, waterfall-surrounded pavilion, erected purely and devoutly for his erection. Pinkie screamed and the world screamed back at her, filling her ears with sound for there was too much filling, too much cock, too much sex to be restrained to her tactile senses alone.

Milk sprayed from Pinkie’s tits, and Pinkie felt the familiar sensation of lips closing around one of her nipples. This time the lips were Green Cycle’s, bending over her as her rings writhed around his snake and she shook like the top from a game of skittles. Desperate waves of strawberry milk filled his tender mouth, and Pinkie grimaced despite everything else going on at the unfamiliar sensation of chin hairs scratching at her breast’s surface. She’d never realized just how much she’d taken girls’ constant smooth shavenness for granted.

Then he thrust into her again, powerfully, and that minor complaint was forgotten. “Ahhhhhhhh!” she screamed. “Larry, Moe, and Curly, that’s good!” Her left breast, the one not bound up in Green Cycle’s mouth, bounded wildly in time with her shaking, and she clawed almost violently at his back as he held her close.

“Hey, Pinkie Pie! Are you alive in there?”

“Sweet Leaf?” Pinkie vaguely recognized the voice through her cock-induced delirium. “What’s up?”

“Can you turn around? I got someone to help make this test more conclusive.” Pinkie heard her chuckle. “Ease up on her for a little bit, bro. I need her conscious.”

Green Cycle reduced the strength of his thrusts, mercifully or mercilessly, she couldn’t decide which. Waves of electric bliss still rocketed through her body and shot out her fingers in inexplicably invisible sparks of lightning, but she was able to process her surroundings, and twist around to face Sweet Leaf while maintaining her pussy’s unrelenting embrace.

A second boy stood behind Sweet Leaf, fully dressed, which looked rather silly considering Sweet Leaf and everyone else in the room was utterly naked. Well, except for the odd boot or whatever. The boy was tall and gaunt and blue from head to toe, light blue skin topped with dark blue hair tied up in a series of colorful bands and bandanas. A blue mustache topped his conspicuously chapped lips, and he wore shell jewelry and a white and green t-shirt with a picture of the world on it. His eyes were amber, small, and barely focused.

Sweet Leaf kept one hand on his arm, as if keeping him from wandering off, though her other hand was playing idly with her pussy. Pinkie grinned at the sight. “Pinkie Pie,” said Sweet Leaf, “I’d like you to meet the last member of our little gang: Captain Planet. Or as we mostly call him, the Captain.”

Pinkie tried to wave, and gasped as Green Cycle thrust deeply into her once more. Strawberry-scented cum squirted out of her pussy around him. “The pleasure—ah!—is all mine, I’m sure. Thanks to Green Cycle here!”

Sweet Leaf smirked. “Awesome! Now, Pinkie, the Captain’s in a bit of a weird mental space right now, but I think it’s okay to bring him out for a little bit. Have you ever heard of an herb called Poison Joke?”

Pinkie shook her head, not quite in sync with the rest of her body’s convulsing. “Nope! But bake a few bars and I’ll eat it.”

“Well, exactly.” Sweet Leaf patted the Captain’s arm. “It’s… heh, I guess all you can really say is that it’s magic. If you smoke it, you get mellow, like with a lot of things. But Poison Joke is special, because it has these magical effects on your body, at least until you take a nice soapy bath and wash it all out.”

“Ah huh.” Pinkie wasn’t sure about where this was going, or why she was having to meet this guy now, or really anything at all, but she was fucking Sweet Leaf’s brother right in front of her, so she figured she at least owed it to her to be polite. She sucked in some air and glanced back at the Captain’s glazed-over yellow eyes. “And I’m guessing this guy’s hopped up on it right now, right?”

“Almost constantly.”

“How much?”

Sweet Leaf winked at her. “You know how flamingoes aren’t really pink? It’s just all the shrimp they eat?” Pinkie nodded. She hadn’t known that, but it sounded cool enough that she was happy to believe it just in case. “Well, Poison Joke is blue, and the Captain… technically, by birth and stuff, his skin is supposed to be pure white.”

Pinkie whistled, though it was cut off when another insertion from Green Cycle left her panting instead. “Okay… wow! Ooh! Okay, and so you said it has some magical effect or other, right? What’s so extreme an effect that it merits turning his whole body blue?”

Instead of saying anything, Sweet Leaf grabbed the Captain’s pants and pulled them down. Pinkie’s breath caught in her throat. The thickest, bluest, longest cock she had ever seen in her life hung there, as if waiting for her approval. Light blue veins stretched along its unfathomable length, coming to a head at its massive tip, itself probably bigger than some boys’ dicks from tip to base. It was incredible. It was impossible. It was magic.

“Sweet Leaf, that…” Pinkie wasn’t sure there were words adequate for such a monster. “That’s a foot long, at least!”

“Oh, longer than that.” Sweet Leaf laughed gaily. “And he’s not even erect yet! Hey, Captain! Look at the nice naked girl with the unbelievable tits getting fucked over there! Pretty neat, huh?”

The Captain’s eyes focused on Pinkie for the first time, and Pinkie once again lost the ability to breathe as his bulging yardstick slowly began to stiffen, and to extend, and to rise. An appropriately immense pair of balls, bright blue and hairy, hung behind it, looking every bit as ready and filled with ludicrous quantities of sperm as her own tits tended to be filled with ludicrous quantities of milk. Now she knew how she looked to other people.

“So, uh, Poison Joke, huh?” She fought to keep her voice conversational. “Do you suppose I could get some of that? Uh, for science?”

Sweet Leaf smirked again. “It’s a little tiny bit too illegal for school grounds. But talk to Fluttershy sometime, and I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to hook you up.” She slapped the Captain firmly on the rear and blew Pinkie and Green Cycle a pair of kisses. “You three have fun figuring out your sexuality, all right? I’ve got a date with Rosie Palms that I’ve been blowing off, so you can blow this fellow off in the meantime.”

Pinkie Pie barely saw her leave, as the Captain’s cock was gradually becoming so enormous as to blot out the sun and everything else in the world. It was almost fully erect, and stood nearly as high as the Captain himself, with its tip hovering just in front of his lips and his admittedly-ugly mustache and its girth thicker than either one. If he’d wanted to suck himself off, he could have, but he wasn’t going to. Sweet Leaf had made it very clear that that was to be Pinkie’s job.

Pinkie’s breaths were short as the Captain advanced toward her, and she moaned as his cock began to press its way into the crevice between her tits. Everything was making sense. Starshine had called her the Mother Goddess, and that was kind of right, because she, Pinkie Pie, she was Woman, pink and giggly and fat with phenomenally massive tits. And now she had met Man, blue and quiet and thin with a phenomenally massive cock. Time slowed around her as they drew closer, even Green Cycle’s thrusts fading into the periphery of her awareness. Her boobs, big enough to dwarf and render invisible any normal dick, were parted like a red sea and fucked like the soldiers that raced into where the red sea had been only to be drowned in its depths when it rolled back again afterwards. The one and only Cock of Man appeared before her mouth, having effortlessly conquered the Tits of Woman below her, and she leaned forward, and took its endlessly swollen tip in her mouth…

…and it was okay and stuff, she guessed.

For a start, it was too big to fit in her mouth properly, but that was just particular to the Captain and his ridiculous magic drug thing. But sucking him off properly? Giving a blowjob? It wasn’t much more interesting than eating a banana, except that the banana was attached to someone, so she was doing it specifically to give that person a good time. But she didn’t care about the Captain at all, so what was the point? She should just stick to bananas.

No, that wasn’t fair! She was just basing her whole judgment on one little experience with the Captain. After all, he wasn’t good-looking. His mustache was stupid, his hair was untidy, and his whole body was wasted from drug abuse. No wonder she wasn’t into it. What she needed for a real scientific test was somebody a lot hotter, and nicer, and just downright more reasonably sized. Fortunately she had somebody fitting all those qualifications buried hips-deep in her pussy right then and there.

Gulping, Pinkie shoved the Captain aside, doubting he could even tell she was doing it with how barely conscious he seemed. She pulled herself off of Green Cycle somehow, grimacing at her sacrifice, and knelt down before him. She ripped off the condom, still dripping with her own strawberry juices, and flung it far away from them.

“Mada—I mean, Pinkie Pie, what…?”

“Shhh!” Pinkie put a finger to her lips, then moistened it with her tongue and pressed it to Green Cycle’s nice hard cock, which sprang happily up to meet her. “Shh, I need to… need… I need… I need you.”

Green Cycle’s cock filled her mouth, and she sucked at it like it was the biggest and firmest nipple she’d ever met, lathering it with internal tongue kisses and giving it her love in every way she could think of. With one hand she grasped the base of the shaft, pumping up and down what parts of it she couldn’t fit inside of her, while she fingered herself almost frantically. This was it. This was a real, genuine, brand name, accept-no-substitutes blowjob. This was the one that counted. This was what bisexual girls did all the time.

And… it wasn’t that bad, truly. Green Cycle’s dick did feel kind of cool in her mouth, cooler than a banana. He tasted pretty good, and had an interesting texture, and she liked how he vibrated a bit. But then she made the mistake of looking up at him, and remembered that the cock she was sucking was attached to Green Cycle. Green Cycle was a very nice boy, if a shy one, but soft-spoken and considerate and muscular and handsome and all that good stuff. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to feel excited about him, not even as excited as she’d felt about Flower Child, whose boobs were too small, or Starshine, who was honestly kind of creepy.

She sucked dispiritedly at the hard cock still resting warmly in her mouth, wondering if there was any of her lack of arousal that could reasonably be blamed on Green Cycle himself. He was tall, but so was Twilight, and Twilight had managed to press a bunch of her buttons. He was quiet, but so was Fluttershy, and Fluttershy was sex on legs. Mostly, though, he was pointy and angular, and he didn’t have any boobs, and his limbs were all hairy, and his chest wasn’t soft and snuggly, and his face was a weird shape. And those were all boy things. She’d been calling him attractive, but if she had to be honest with herself—and an orgy seemed a good enough time for that kind of thing—that was because she knew what attractive boys were supposed to look like.

Tears sprung from her eyes, and she sunk to the ground, leaving Green Cycle’s dick quivering forgotten above her. Even her tits had stopped leaking, leaving her eyes to be the sole source of moisture expended out into the world.

“Pinkie Pie!” Green Cycle grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it tight. “Are you… uh, Sweet Leaf! Sweet Leaf, Fluttershy, come over here! Pinkie Pie’s upset!”

The girls were by her side in a flash, looking and smelling a little disheveled from undisclosed activities but with their faces screwed up in concern. Fluttershy embraced her as best as she could in Pinkie’s odd position, and the feeling of her glorious breasts resting on top of Pinkie’s head was peaceful and welcoming.

“Pinkie, are you okay?” Sweet Leaf’s hand rested gently on her side, notably not molesting her in any way. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think… no, Captain, I don’t think you’re of much help here. Go fuck Starshine, okay? Great. Pinkie, what did he do, what happened?”

Pinkie hiccupped forlornly, and rose her head up against the bottom of Fluttershy’s tits to look at the three eco kids sitting concerned around her. She managed a wan smile. “He didn’t do anything,” she said, and choked for a moment. “I mean, yeah, he did stuff, but nothing he wasn’t supposed to. I tried to suck him off, and then I tried the same with Green Cycle, and, and… I just didn’t like it!”

Sweet Leaf began to nod. “Dang, I’m sorry. So you’re saying that you’re…”

Pinkie wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of one hand and smeared them carelessly across Sweet Leaf’s boobs, receiving no complaint for her intrusion. “Gay. I’m gay. I was gay all along.”

Sweet Leaf and Green Cycle sat there in respectful silence, and Fluttershy was the first to respond, somewhat uncharacteristically. “Umm… is that a problem?” she asked. “I mean, Pinkie Pie, you’re a girl, and I’m a girl. If you’re gay, then you like it when we have sex. And that’s, um, good?”

Pinkie chuckled despite her general misery. “Heh, no, I’m not gay as opposed to being straight. I was… I thought I was bi. Like anyone-that-treats-me-right bi. And now it turns out I’m not, and that just seems so awful!” She hit the floor. “Green Cycle, you’re nice! And you’re hot! And I don’t have the slightest reason not to want to fuck you just as much as half the other kids in this room, but I just don’t, and I guess maybe I can’t, and I don’t see how that’s supposed to be remotely fair!”

Green Cycle chuckled uneasily. “You, ah, did seem to be enjoying yourself at first. When I was penetrating you.”

“Yeah… I’m attracted to your cock, but I’m not attracted to you.” Pinkie sighed. “If only if you were a girl with a dick, we’d be set for life. Wow, see, even I can tell how rude that sounds. Or maybe my pussy’s bi and the rest of me’s gay? Dunno if it makes much of a difference one way or the other.”

For a time no one said anything, and Pinkie stared moodily at the floor and couldn’t bring herself to so much as fondle either Fluttershy or Sweet Leaf. Then Fluttershy spoke up again. “Pinkie Pie,” she began, “tell me about Rarity. You’ve never had sex with Rarity, right?”

Pinkie frowned. “Uh, well, earlier tonight she was sucking my breast for a crazy long time. Does that count?”

Fluttershy laughed. “Oh, that’s cool! I’m not sure if you mentioned that. Okay, but I think most of your interactions have been chaste, right? Like when you used to decorate the school together, before Sunset started emailing her not to?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, what’s wrong with that? You and Rarity spent all that time hanging out, and didn’t have any sex with each other at all. So you can do the same thing with boys! It’s not like you don’t like boys as people, just not as sex objects…”

Pinke snuffled quietly. “But… I could have, if we’d wanted to and talked about it! It’s like I had all these possibilities, and now only some of them are still allowed, but all those other ones could have been cool too. Like I said, it’s not fair!”

“No, I suppose not.” Fluttershy ran her hands dotingly through Pinkie’s hair, and Pinkie watched as Sweet Leaf scooted closer to Green Cycle, the two with their arms around each other. Fluttershy smiled sadly. “Life doesn’t promise to be fair, Pinkie Pie. Every day we lose a few more possibilities that we had the day before. Sometimes we get to make those decisions, and sometimes they’re made for us. And sometimes you absolutely need to be the one who makes the decision, or you’ll have no plans at all when you graduate and it’ll be too late to try to latch onto something that was there for you before. You can’t pretend forever that every possibility is equally open and available.”

Pinkie blinked at her. “I didn’t say this was still about graduating.”

“No, but I’m actually a fairly perceptive friend.”

Pinkie snorted, then giggled, then finally laughed. Fluttershy smiled in relief, followed quickly by the other two. “Still,” said Pinkie, “isn’t the whole point of making decisions so that you can do more than you were doing before? What do I gain from being gay that I couldn’t have if I was bi?”

Fluttershy petted her some more. “That’s a different kind of decision. But you know, I bet this way you get more time to study how you feel about female bodies, without all those distracting men to worry about. And you happen to have a girlfriend with a female body that I know for an absolute fact is incredibly sexually attractive.”

Pinkie raised herself up thoughtfully and began to explore her girlfriend’s female body. They kissed, long and deep. She made love to Fluttershy’s phenomenal, blue-painted breasts. She reveled in her soft belly and lovely smooth arms and legs. She covered Fluttershy’s pussy with kisses and gave it a thorough massage with one hand. She ran her fingers through Fluttershy’s beautiful wings and grinned at her reaction when she pressed against the spot where the wings met her back.

Pinkie Pie smiled. “I guess I could get used to being gay.”

Sweet Leaf laughed and slapped Pinkie’s butt fondly. “That’s my slutmaster! Hey, Green Cycle and I are going to go screw somewhere, okay? We’re both still kind of worked up, but it looks like you two are having a tender moment.”

“Yeah, sure… oh, no!” Pinkie clapped both her hands over her mouth in shock. “Oh golly, I was screwing both of you, and we got so bogged down in my stupid personal issues that not a single one of us even had an orgasm! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m totally the worst at orgies!”

“Well,” said Sweet Leaf, “I know to fix part of that.” She leaned in and kissed Pinkie, and Pinkie’s entire body detonated, all motor control lost as milk flew madly from her tits in all directions, showering Fluttershy, Sweet Leaf and Green Cycle in layer after layer of sweet strawberry. Many seconds later, Pinkie sank half-unconscious into Fluttershy’s newly-soaked lap, staring up the library’s elaborate ceiling and barely able to think thoughts. Someday she really, really needed to get Sweet Leaf to teach her how she did that.

They lay there for some time, Fluttershy alternating between petting Pinkie and wringing milk out of her hair. At last Pinkie blinked as her vision darkened, and discovered Flower Child standing above her, looking down. Cum of various origins seemed to be dripping from her every orifice, but she still managed to look reasonably professional, an achievement that Pinkie doubted she would be able to pull off in a million years.

“Hey, Flower Child!” she said, waving vaguely and poking Fluttershy by mistake. “What’s happening?”

Flower Child coughed slightly. “I, ah… should have mentioned this earlier, really, but I was distracted. I wanted your help with something, and after watching your performance tonight, I’m convinced that you’re the girl I need.”

“Ooooh.” Pinkie giggled tiredly. “Flowflow, I appreciate the compliment, but really I’m not in any state to help you out right now. My fingers and tongue are about as ready for action as a government healthcare website.”

Flower Child shook her head, either not getting the joke or not especially interested in it. “I wasn’t talking about right now. Probably Wednesday night.”

“Wednesday? So, like, are you asking me on a formal date or something? Because I’m pretty sure we’ve both got girlfriends…”

“No!” Flower Child frowned, then knelt down beside them, brushing some recently matted hair away from her eyes. “Starshine and I were telling you about how we eco kids all have our own causes, remember? Well, I’ve got mine too, and I think you’re uniquely talented to be exactly the person I need to make this work. You see…

“I need someone to help me throw a party.”

Author's Notes:

Fortunately for Sweet Leaf, guess what this particular story isn't about!!!