“Thank you! Thank you! I’ll be here all week!” Sweetie Belle happily skipped backstage at the sound of thunderous applauses, her microphone dropping and releasing a loud, buzzing echo in the bar. It looked like the whole of Canterlot showed up at her gig and it sounded like the whole of Canterlot had lost it’s goddamn mind while it was at it! Some ponies were still trying to climb on the stage in the hopes of getting her signature, others still drunkenly hummed her song, hoping for another performance.

“Whoooohooooo! Go, Sweetie B!” A small, energetic unicorn mare with a blond mane climbed on the stage and removed her shirt, showing her small breasts to the rowdy crowd, and start twirling it above her head with a hand. “Whooohooo!” she started jumping up and down, her perky breasts swinging on the way and mesmerizing the already ballistic crowd, until the bouncers jumped on her and carted her away, wrapped in a blanket to hide her modesty. “Buncha fascists!” she yelled to the disappointment of the crowd.

Sweetie Belle blushed as she took a peek at the embarrassing spectacle. Poor Derpy… She thought. Having to raise such a rebellious daughter all alone...

Silver Spoon’s jaw had to be picked up from the ground. “That was...That was frickin’ amazing!” she hopped on her hooves and gave a small clap of her own, with Sweetie Belle doing a quick bow. She blushed lightly, admitting to herself that she had really surpassed her own expectations.

“Oh, you’re too kind. No, wait, you’re not kind enough,” she said, a cheeky grin gracing her face.

“And you do this as a hobby? With that voice, you could get so many gigs, like, everywhere! Las Pegasus, Manehattan, Prance even!”

“Okay, now that really is being too kind.”

“Don’t be so modest, Sweetie B. Seriously, though, why aren’t you thinking about a serious career?”

“I’m not in a hurry. My big sister always says to enjoy being young and careless and not having to worry about being a successful fashionista at the height of her career and having a young and careless sister who keeps mooching off her money instead of finding her own place, enamoured of the illusion of a youth that’ll never—” Sweetie shook her head and slapped herself.

“You okay?”

“Sorry. Sometimes I end up channeling my big sister.” She gestured her friend to follow her to the counter and made a two sign to the barpony. “So, with the work out of the way, we can finally get with the hanging out part of the hang out. Is there something new, Silver Spoon?”

“Oh, yeah. Actually there is something. Sort of.” Spoon waved her hand, making a ‘more-or-less’ sign with it.

“Sort of?”

“It’s kinda of an old thing that I’m just telling you.”

“Oh, like a secret. I’m the best at keeping secrets!”

But…” Silver Spoon caught the sliding glass on the counter smoothly and passed a finger, pensive, on its border before bringing it to her lips. She gave a little grimace at the bitter taste of alcohol before trying to act like a tough pony again. Sweetie hid a small giggle behind her fingers.

“Oh, there is always a but!” Sweetie caught a glass of bright orange juice.

“You don’t drink?” Spoon pointed at the glass. “Actually I have never seen you drinking…”

“Nope. It's bad for the voice. Gotta protect my talent.”

Spoon shrugged, conceding to the point. “Anyway this is pretty big so I hope it remains between us. Sorry if it kinda looks out of nowhere, but I couldn’t wait anymore to tell you. Can I trust you, Sweetie?”

“It’s...It’s nothing serious, right? Are you in trouble? Maybe you owe money to gangsters?!” she leaned closer to her friend, nearly poking her with her horn. Some patrons gasped in worry and took a few steps back.

“No, no!” she waved her hands, very gently pushing the dangerous appendage away with a finger. “Nothing that serious! ‘Sides, you know I got plenty of money!”

“Sorry, sorry...I was just worrying for a friend.”

“It’s just something I need to tell somepony. You know, just for getting this thing off my chest.” she played a little with her braid. “Can I...Can I trust you on this, right?”

“Of course you can. I hate to state the obvious, but we are friends you and I. Whatever it is, you can be sure it won’t get past these walls. Just you and me. And maybe Vinyl Scratch over there.” she pointed at the DJ pony, busily switching the records around. She removed her headphones and gave a quick wave and a thumbs up to the young unicorn.

“Thank you, Sweetie B. So…” she downed the whole glass in one fell swoop, gulping loudly. “I guess you know Diamond Tiara…”

“Oh, I have a passing familiarity with her…” Sweetie Belle giggled. She wasn’t a perfect pony but Tiara was Spoon’s friend. “What about it?”

“The thing is…” Spoon bit her lip, passed a hand on her mane and whispered very close to her unicorn friend. “Alright, this is the big secret: We are a thing. Me and her.”

A lot more than a friend, now.

“You...You and her? You...and her? You…” Sweetie’s brain suddenly stopped, her mind filled with a buzzing, static noise. Not because of the fact it was weird but for how...sudden that news arrived. Especially after having known Spoon for so long.

“...And her. Yup.” Spoon smiled gently and giggled like a schoolfilly. “And have been for quite a while!”

“Quite a while? How long?!”

“Actually...a couple of years. It’s our anniversary in a month or so!”

“But...But why have you never told me? Why haven't I heard it from...anypony? Well, there was some mean gossip around but I never listened to it!”

“Sure...Gabby Gums…” Spoon muttered, hiding her smarmy grin behind her glass. Sweetie totally noticed that. “What kind of gossip exactly? Just for curiosity’s sake?”

“Well, the usual. That you and her were always so close and always being so nice with each other but not everypony else and the way you bump your butts together—”

“Oh, come on! That, too? It’s just cute!”

“Don’t look at me!” Sweetie placed a hand over her chest. “One thing about you two I never criticized.”

“Anyway, it’s Tiara, mostly. She...believes in privacy. She isn’t exactly keen on having our relationship public.”

“Why is that?”

“Reasons. Her social status and my reputation, as well as gossipy hens gathering around a wealthy heiress and her best friend and, most importantly, what her father may think.”

“Ouch.”

“I know, right? He’s, like, the most reasonable stallion ever! He’s crazy about Tiara and I don’t really think he would go berserk if he heard the news, but tell that to her! You would think he would be, like, old fashioned and grouchy but...he’s just not!”

“You should talk about it. With her, I mean. I think that the point of a relationship is being happy together. If she’s just worrying too much you should point this out to her. I’m not saying you should fight about it, but at least clear things out. Make it work!”

“Exactly!” Spoon grumbled and gestured the barpony again for another shot.

You…” Sweetie Belle rested her head on hand, leaning on the counter with an elbow. “She keeps it so secret you don’t even date I suppose? Like, she’s worried about being in seen in public?”

“Not officially. She counts it as ‘dating’ everytime we hang out together nowadays. She always tries to make me laugh and always treat me with something. Remember the other day? When Babs came into town?”

Sweetie nodded.

“One of those.” Spoon sulked. “I mean ‘a necessary and temporary deviation’ as she put it.” Spoon said complete with air quotes. “Sure, she bought me a pair of fancy earrings before, but still. To keep the illusion we still had to go and buy groceries, basically. Do you like them, by the way?”

Spoon leaned forward, showing off the emerald ladybugs gracing her ears. Sweetie gave a small whistle of approval. That was an expensive gift. She would’ve never thought Diamond Tiara could be this generous. The wonders of first love...

“Woah. Right under our snouts. Two hearts beating as one, two lovers that had to keep secret their love... “ Sweetie Belle held a hand over her chest, before giving a playful nudge with the elbow to her friend. “What did you two do after AB helped you with the jam?”

Spoon sighed, the playful mood spoiled. “Stayed at home. Listening to Florence and the Hayachine in her room. In the dark.”

“Sad.”

“Yeah. At least it’s a group we both love. Remember last Heart and Hooves day? We had this little prom night, just for the two of us. Just like the first time we kissed…” Spoon let out a dreamy sigh. The way a pony madly in love with somepony else sighs. Or at least like one would in romance novels. Not that far from the truth.

“Just once, though, I’d like to go in a nice restaurant, with candles and stuff, or even to a movie. Not a sappy, cliched romantic comedy but something good. I would even accept the old yawn and reach so you can hug your fillyfriend kind of stuff.”

“That’s cheesy, but still…”

“Cute. I know.” Spoon downed her second shot with hardly a sound. “At least the sex is interesting.”

Sweetie nearly spit her drink, instead swallowing it loudly and probably not in the right direction. “The…” she coughed, the bitter taste of orange climbing up her throat and passing by her lungs. “The what?”

“The sex, dear. I’m not so shallow as to remark on it, but the sex...whoooa!” she drummed her hooves on the floor, forcing a maniac chuckle as a wild shade of red assaulted her cheeks. “Loads and loads of awesome sex. S-E-X! You know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Y-Yes…” she tried to hide her blush with a hand and the unicorn mare started sweating profusely. Her cheeks started to feel as hot as a desert of Saddle Arabia. “Sex…Of course I know what sex is...” She and her mom had the talks years ago. She still had nightmares about it. Well, both of them.

“Yup! And believe when I say this, Sweetie: She’s an animal in bed! I mean, we may be having a rocky start but the sex...Woof! She knows how to be forgiven for sure.”

“She’s that…” Sweetie hiccuped out of pure nervousness. “She’s that good?”

“It’s like being in a friggin monsoon that reaches all of you at once.” She did an incredibly lewd gesture with her hands. Sweetie’s cheeks caught fire.

“How long you two have been…” Sweetie extended her index fingers and started pounding them together side by side. “You two?”

“A year or so. If you want to know, she was the one that wanted to wait.”

“Ah, the irony.”

“Totally. But as soon she started...Whoah!” Spoon slammed loudly her glass on the counter. “She rocked my world and is still doing so and I regret nothing! Well, except for the whole secret relationship thing.” Spoon sighed heavily, building a small pyramid with her leftover glasses. They came so fast Sweetie hadn’t even finished her drink yet.

“You two understand each better than anypony in Equestria. I may sound naive, but if you matter for her and she matters for you...Then I think you’ll be alright. I don’t know much about love. Basically zero. But if you give her a chance and you give one to yourself, then you two will be happy.” Spoon turned towards her friend, listening with a solemn look in her eyes. “You are young, you are in love and I think you have whole life ahead of you. If you feel so…” Sweetie grimaced, biting her lip. “ So intimate with each other what stops you from feeling at home? From admitting your love to the whole world?” She placed a hand on Spoon’s shoulder, which she grasped gently. “I’m sure she will understand.”

“Oh, thank you, Sweetie Belle.” Spoon literally fell in her embrace, squeezing her shoulder with a strength only a drunk could posses. “I always thought you were the dumbest of the three blank flanks but you’re alright.” Spoon slurred. “Really alright.”

“You’re alright, too, Spoon.”

“Scootaloo is still a bitch…”

“Sometimes.” Sweetie frowned but still held her friend, patting her mane.

“What was I thinking? Tiara is so nice with me, so comprehensive...I’m sure she’ll understand...I know I told you every time but she’s pretty alright herself. Even though...she has this fetish.”

“Fetish? For what? Why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Spoon looked left and right again, hoping to not be heard. Not that she had to worry, with the DJ already starting with her beats. “Futa.”

“Is...Is that a Neighponese word or something?”

“Yup. That one. It basically means…” Silver Spoon signaled her to come closer, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. With all the naughty talks she had done by that point and the one the club surely had heard before, this was the one that worried her the most. “Dickmares.” The lewd word flew like mercury in Sweetie’s ear. The young unicorn gulped loudly.

“Oh…” She babbled.”Oh! Just like Babs!”

“Like who?!” Silver Spoon’s pupils widened, her grin growing to epic proportions. A pair of white hands slapped Sweetie’s mouth shut.

“Nothing!”

“Oh, come on. I totally heard that, Sweetie B. Are you telling me that Babs...is a futa? Our Babs?!”

“Nope. Not our Babs! Another Babs.”

“Really?” Spoon let out a drunken giggle. “Do you know another Babs who is a futa?!”

“Oooohhh...We promised we wouldn’t tell. Well, actually we didn’t. Not officially...Gaaah!”

“S’alright, Sweetie B.” she patted the young unicorn’s shoulders in a complacent manner. “I tell you a secret and you tell me yours, fair enough…” she giggled again, trying to get on her hooves. “Oh, I like this song!” Equestria Girls was blasting through the speaker at full force. Was that song still a thing? “Oh, I want to dance!” Spoon tried to stand up but her hindlegs wobbled like jelly until its owner fell into Sweetie’s sudden and safe grip, catching her one moment her snout hit the floor.

“Why don’t you rest a little bit?”

“Your right. Aaallllllright. Tell me some more about Babs, then.” Sweetie rolled her eyes, caught in a situation she really hadn't prepared for. “Was she...born that way or somethin’?”

“Nope. Crazy spell from a crazy friend.”

“Some friend...Why did she do that?”

“She lost a bet. At least that’s what I know.”

“What kind of bets they do in Manehattan?!” Silver Spoon was reduced to a wild chortle, banging her fist on the counter while muffling her laughter with the other arm around her mouth.

“Funny. Everypony is asking that.”

“Is she big?”

“And everypony is asking that, too. According to Scootaloo it’s…” Sweetie’s cheek started radiating from their sheer heat. She could’ve swore the liquors down the counter were starting to boil. “Huge.”

“Wow!” Spoon giggled. “You know, I’m not into cocks as much as Tiara is, but you got me curious. Aren’t you curious?”

“K-Kinda…”

Actually, a lot...She wanted to answer. A whole lot and more...Ever since Babs had returned to their lives, it felt like something was changing and not for the bad. New, splendid desires were making their way in the minds of the three now grown Crusaders...and as far as she knew they were liking it a lot...

“You know what? Maybe Tiara would like that…” Spoon leaned on her elbow, a sketchy grin appearing on her face as her eyes wandered in sultry territories. “Your friend, I mean. What if me...and her...and T…”

“You are…” Sweetie’s pupils shrunk with horror. Those new ideas just turned for the worse. “Suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?!”

“You could ask her...unless she’s seeing somepony else! In that case...she could join, too maybe!” Spoon exploded in another naughty laugh, drawing some glares and amused grins from the other patrons.

“Join…” Sweetie Belle gulped. “Join you two? In bed?!”

“Why not?” Spoon asked like asking for a threesome was the most innocent thing in the world, like she lived in a terrible future dystopia where sex was just as impersonal as a handshake. “I know it sounds weird but...maybe she could help our relationship.”

“Well, for starters I don’t think Applebloom would approve.”

“Oh, so she’s with Applebloom, then. That...Now that would make it awkward.”

Sweetie frowned, wondering if she was going to throw some of Scootaloo’s darker secrets in there, just for completion sake. “Yeah, just that…”

“Well…” A crazy plan started to form in her mind. A crazy plan that not only involved the two former bullies, but one dumb, curious unicorn who hadn't really considered it. She couldn’t even blame the fumes of alcohol on that. “I suppose I could ask her at least…”

“You would?! Thank you!” The grey pony got up and started smothering her friend with the squeakiest of hugs. Her ribs choked out a gurgle of pain. Sweetie’s face turned blue.

“I’m not...Gaaahh...Guaranteeing anything, but…”

“It’s enough for me. Thankyouthankyouthankyou…”

Applebloom is going to kill me.

Thunk.

“Nope, not good.” A quick flutter of wings and a cold air current hit Applebloom’s forehead. She blinked and saw just an orange flash were Scootaloo once was.

Scootaloo threw the ball and swung its racket, sending the small sphere against the wall.

Thunk.

“Nope, not fast enough.” Another blink, another gust of wind that blew her magazine right out of her hands.

“The hay are ya doing?” Applebloom said picking back her magazine from the ground, unfazed.

“Playing table tennis. With myself.” Scootaloo proudly grinned. “Or at least trying to. I can’t catch the ball on time once it’s on the other side.”

So, yer havin' trouble playing with yerself? Sounds like a personal problem, Scoots."

Scootaloo could feel that smarmy grin even hidden by the cover of “Apples Today.”

“Aren’t ya supposed ta work?” The farmpony pointed to the scattered pieces of a scooter, sporting a couple of fake wings on the side. “Didn’t Pound Cake bring that to ya a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yeeeeahhh...Perhaps I should do...something with it.” Scootaloo dropped the racket and grabbed the toolbox in the corner of the room.

“Perhaps…” Applebloom giggled and reprised her reading, with the sound of screws in the background.

“Applebloom!” The bell attached to the door was nearly slammed away by a crazed unicorn barging in the shop. “You need to lend me your cousin…”

“Ok.”

Sweetie stopped on her heels, blinking slowly in pure disbelief. “What?” she squeaked.

“What?” Applebloom said, completely unbothered. In fact, a little annoyed by that question.

“What?!” Scootaloo said, joining the conversation so she wouldn’t feel a jerk.

“Let’s start from the beginning. Lend Babs...fer what?”

“For sexy times!”

Silence impacted the room like a meteorite

Right there, right then, Sweetie Belle was utterly convinced her friend would murder her with a wrench to the skull. The full extent of tact wouldn’t be capable of saving her from this situation.

“What...do ya mean with ‘sexy times’?” Applebloom asked completely calm. Or at least it seemed Sweetie since her eyes were still shut tightly in fear.

“PleaseApplebloomdonotmurdermewiththatwrench!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Applebloom stood up immediately to shake Sweetie Belle out of her panic attack. “Ah’m not...Ah don’t have a wrench. Sweetie calm down!”

“S-sorry.” she wiped a small tear from her face. She was one step away from having a breakdown and there were no sofas or tables in sight on which to collapse. There was the floor but there was so much grease, even for a mechanic shop!

“Why dontcha start again?”

“Everypony’s got a fillyfriend, now. Spoon, you, even Rarity is seeing some stallions! What about me? I figured you could...lend me Babs, because I wanted to see what was all that fuss about. N-not that your cousin is just fuss. She’s…”

“Spoon has a fillyfriend? Who is she?” Scootaloo asked, and was completely ignored.

Sweetie stopped and opened her eyes, noticing that Applebloom was just listening to her and not ready to cave her skull in. “She is far more than a fuss! I know it’s a bit creepy but we are friends and...And all of us kind of had a pass with her and...I mean, you can’t blame me if I kind of like her, right?” She turned to Scootaloo who nodded while sporting a mischievous grin. “At least it would be with somepony I trust. No offense, girls.”

“None taken.” Scootaloo said.

“I...do like stallions and Babs is the closest thing I have. And trust.”

“Ok.”

“I can perfectly understand if you think I’m a pervert and you don’t want to be my friend any—Whaaaat?!”

“What?” Scootaloo joined in, her jaw falling on floor perfectly synchronized with Sweetie.”You...You…”

“Actually, ah can’t lend her to ya. Why don’t ya ask her yourself?”

“But...But aren’t you...together?”

Applebloom blushed. “Y-yeah...But...Ah’ve been yer friend longer than ah’ve been with Babs. Ah don’t think anything is important as our friendship.”

“Really?” The unicorn was absolutely giddy, jumping up and down in place before lunging to her farmpony friend in a tight hug.

“Really! If somethin’ or somepony makes us happy, why shouldn’t we have a try with it? Besides, at least ya asked me, unlike somepony that shall remain unnamed.”

“I said I was sorry!” Scootaloo whined.

“But what would you think Babs would say?”

“Babs approves, that’s for sure.” The Manehattan filly had taken the habit of popping up from behind everypony. Or in this case while leaning from the railing upstairs. Had the three mares planned it beforehand?

“Seriously, how do you do that?” Sweetie lifted her head towards her friend. “Not even a hoofstep!”

“Magic.” Babs wiggled her fingers around, snickering. “So, guess you want it to do it properly? Pick me up seven tomorrow?”

“Properly? O-Of course! I’ll pick you—”

“Wait! I’m the stallion...Kind of...So, I guess I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow.”

“Fine either way Babsy!” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Where would you like to go?”

“I, uh...I’ll let you know later. Later is fine, right?”

“Sure thing!”

The unicorn singer was sure glad thing went so smoothly. Not only there was a fantastic evening in sight for her, maybe another pony could benefit from this. A pony with glasses and an annoying fillyfriend who, at least in Sweetie’s heart, deserved as much as anypony else to have a little fantasy fulfilled. Only one last thing to do: Their date had to be the best it could...and there was just one pony who knew what the best is.

"Rarity, what’s the best thing to do on a date?”

The grown, refined, unicorn mare wrapped inside a silk tailleur of splendid design whipped out her mirror and gave herself one last run of lipstick. “That’s a little generic, Sweetie. What do you mean by that?” She kept adjusting her mane in a hurry, her eyes firmly locked on her reflection.

“Well, I wanted to be generic. What would you say is the best thing to do on a date?” Sweetie Belle leaned on the door jamb, her lips scrunched up into a pout. She hated when her sister was so hasty, too much to pay the least bit of attention to her.

She wondered if she should tell her how her sweet, innocent sister is going to have a time Rarity couldn’t even imagine...

“What are you smiling at?”

“Oh, nothing.” Sweetie quickly swept her grin away. She was getting in the right mindset, alright. “So, what do you say?”

“ Well, you make them yours, Sweetie Belle. Bind their bodies and their hearts to yours. When you and your beau are having some, shall we say, ‘romantic time’, he should think about you and only about you.”

“Wow…” Sweetie blushed. Was Rarity suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? No, it couldn’t be...Her sister wasn’t a prude for sure, but even while talking with a curious little sister, a lady like her should have showed some modesty…

“Does this have to do with that box full of shackles and long rubbery things upstai-”

“Oh, so sorry but I must go!” Rarity basically flew out of the door, grabbing her purse on the way, much to Sweetie’s discontent. She quickly leaned her head outside the door for some parting words. “And it’s not polite to peek in somepony’s else room.”

“Isn’t it a bit...weird?”

“Of course not! Relationships, even the most fickle ones are demanding, they require focus and effort to make them work. What would my date think if I was, let’s say, thinking about the weather instead of him? Or at least an interesting argument that both of us would enjoy?”

“That would be rude. Besides, Thunderlane is in the weather team so you could ask him about it.”

“How did you…?”

“It’s not Thunderlane?”

“Well…” Rarity blushed. “I do have plenty of suitors, but—”

“But it's just Thunderlane.”

“The point is, the point of a relationship is creating a bond. Never forget that; Sweetie.” Rarity leaned over, giving a small peck on Sweetie’s forehead before trotting towards the door. “Make him the center of your world and he’ll do the same.” Rarity tittered a bit. “Even if you have to force him into shackles!” she said one last time before shutting the door behind her, but not before giving a wink that really threw off Sweetie Belle..

“Was she...Was she saying what I think she was saying?” Sweetie Belle shuddered. Rarity was always right to the point, but that wink...maybe it was just for effect...Or maybe...

“Saying what?!” Scootaloo shouted from the other room.

“She got right to the point! I can’t believe it!” Said Sweetie Belle while climbing the stairs to her room. Scootaloo was there, sitting on the floor playing cards. Sweetie Belle caught her looking at her cards while she was gone, but the unicorn had more serious matters ahead.

“Believe what?”

“Rarity just told me I had to shoot for...Uhmmm…” She put a finger over her lips, trying to think. “It sounds like candy and you need lots of leather and harnesses and things…”

“No way!” Scootaloo jumped up, flapping her wings to keep herself afloat. “S & M?!”

“Oh, is that the name? A bit silly...”

“And for your first time...ish, even? Your sister is straight to the point.”

“Ish? What do you mean by Ish?”

“Well, there was that time with you, Buttons, the movie theater and his grubby, little hands…”

Sweetie Belle grumbled. “I should’ve never told you that.”

“Anyway, I can help you with that.”

“With...what?”

“Well, do you expect Babs to bring what you need?”

“That would be...rude, right?”

Scoots nodded. “You’re lucky there’s a friend who knows where to get the stuff and knows what you need.”

“Really who is it?” For the second time in a row, one of her friends kicking her butt was in the list of her worries.

Babs raised her fist to knock but her knuckles hit the empty air. The door of Carousel Boutique opened well before then, revealing an absolutely giddy Sweetie Belle behind it. “Oh my gosh, you’re here and right on time.”

“Y-yeah, you too. How did ya know I was already here?”

“Well, the first two times there wasn’t anypony here and the third time Doctor Turner passed by and gave me a weird look. I really thought that, maybe, you know, you’d come early?”

“Oh.” Babs blinked. “Anyway I’m here. So I guess we are ready to go?”

“Sure!” Babs raised an eyebrow at seeing Sweetie’s dress. It was of a livelier shade of white than the usual, complementing perfectly her coat’s tone. It leaned closer to bone white and had fine gold colored embroideries around her waistline and shoulders. The gown draped near her knees, the faint floral design dancing around them in the low sunlight. The colors of the town were taking on an orange like tint, before settling into a soft blue as the sun dipped below the horizon. Her sister’s design, no doubt, designed to wrap her slender yet elegant figure right to the T.

Babs nearly felt ashamed of her outfit. Of course, not expecting in the least to be returning to Ponyville and having a date with a friend that deserved her best, she hadn’t exactly packed her fancier outfits. Not that she had any. Fortunately, Big Macintosh had some spares from when he was a younger (and thankfully shorter) colt. She wore a plain white shirt, her sleeves rolled up the elbows, and kept her black jacket resting over the shoulder. Her chest was partially unbuttoned, giving respite to her large breasts and showing a tiny, minimal glimpse of her black bra.

Ah bet you’d hate to see one of yer boobs pop out in front of everypony, right? Applebloom said and despite the itching, her cousin was right. Still, the use of a bra should be restricted to a minimum in the future. If Babs was the stallion, she had to look the part to the best of her ability. Not that any of this hindered the sight of Sweetie Belle’s gentle smile.

“Oh...my...gosh! You look beautiful? Or should it be handsome?”

“Whatever you like.” Babs giggled and offered her arm to her friend. Sweetie clung to it immediately.

“So, what are we doing?”

“Nothin’ too fancy. I got two tickets for a movie. How about it?”

“Cool. Did AB find it for you?”

“No…” Babs blinked, looking even a little offended by that question.”I bought them.”

“Oh, sorry. I still think of us as some kind of team, doing everything together. Doing everypony together…” Sweetie then realized what she had just said and expected, no, wanted a blow from a wrench.

Fortunately, Babs was just snickering her butt off. “Oh, so true!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little...weird? I mean, this thing between you, me, Scoots and AB?”

“Nope. I heard what ya said in Scoots’ shop and I think I agree with that. If ya want to, well…” Babs lowered her voice to a whisper when she saw a couple of ponies passing by, chatting. “...Sex, it got to be with somepony ya trust. Why not a friend? I’m kinda...kinda flattered.”

“Oh, don’t be.”

“I am.” Babs stopped, a blush spreading to her cheek as she kept frantically adjusting her mane. “I still can’t believe that.”

“What’s that?”

“How...lucky I got. With youse girls. Like I said to Applebloom, one day I’m a sad little filly with no friends in the big city and the other I got three awesome friends that love me...Not that kind of love, but you know what I mean.”

Sweetie nodded and grasped her hand tightly, savoring the moment. “I’m sure of it. Though, nopony said you won’t find that kind of love...whatever it is.” Sweetie Belle blinked. “Wait a minute. Aren’t you and AB…?”

“Oh, yeah...absolutely.” A warm smile spread to her face, fueled by the memory of her cousin’s gentle touch, of all the kisses they shared…”But…”

“Oh, I hate these buts!”

“It needs work. I need to make this work. I don’t want to have something so shallow, to base it only on sex and…” Babs blinked, looking at Sweetie Belle, and noticed maybe a tiny bit of hypocrisy in her words. Just a tea spoon. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. With just sex I mean, I—”

“I know, I know. “ Sweetie shut her up with a finger on her lips. “Don’t overthink it and just have some fun. You’re too cute for that.” Sweetie blinked. Wasn’t that a Diamond Tiara thing to say? Well, it was quite appropriate for that evening, especially for what she had to ask Babs...

“Wonder what I got that made youse girls so interested, though. Well, I think I know.” Babs pointed at her crotch with a quick glance, drawing a little giggle from her date. “ I’d never thought I had to thank Alula for it!”

“Alula?”

“My crazy friend.”

“Uh, she finally got a name! And it’s Alula. Huh. But, it’s not like that. Even if you didn’t have that extra piece you’ll be rolling in mares. Or stallions. Ever tried stallions?”

“Not for lack of trying, that’s for sure.”

“Besides, what’s the need for stallions when you have that?”

“Who’s being shallow now?”

The two walked their way to the theater, a small crowd gathering in a line in front of it. Or at least its entrance since it was an open theater. Some pegasi simply settled down on some runaway clouds, gaining for themselves the best seats ever. The silver screen wobbled in the mild breeze and she felt Sweetie’s lovely arms lovely tightening around hers. Maybe a little too much, but still cute.

“Yeah, but that game simply doesn’t have a story.” A pony yelled, a youthful voice coming from behind the two. “What did you expect?!”

“First of all, it does have a story. Not good, yes, but at least there some memorable, recognizable characters. What’s the point of making a movie out of it if you take all the main characters and put them all in the sidelines in favor of the friggin’ directors’ wife?!”

“I guess you have a point…” Babs turned to see a young pegasus cozily scratching the back of his head. His friend, a smug looking earth pony with a dark brown coat, had, what else, a smug, proud smile on his face. If he wanted to look cool, at least he should have to remove that ridiculous beanie with a green propeller.

“Seriously, what are you: two?” Babs muttered. The other colt, though, noticed the couple and kept staring. A long, unnerving stare that spurred Babs to quickly cook an apology, fearing that he may have heard her. Instead, a warm smile appeared on his face.

“Oh my gosh, its...It’s you!” He said to Sweetie Belle.

“Oh, hi Button.” Sweetie sweetly waved at him, still clinging at Babs’s arm. “What’s up?”

“I...I haven’t seen you in a while. Which is...I don’t know, this village it’s so small and everypony kinda knows each other and I know you and...and…” Buttons blushed and started twiddling his fingers together, unsure of what to say and avoiding Sweetie’s gaze. Suddenly, Babs felt a little guilty for that little jab. Especially for such a cute colt. Such foalish innocence was just so endearing, like the one Sweetie Belle has.

“So, uh, you here to watch the movie? I mean, of course you are here. I’m here for that, too. Me and Rumble…” The pegasus with which Buttons was talking gave a quick wave to the two. Babs waved back at him.

“Well, yeah, of course.” Sweetie giggled. “Um? Babs? What movie are we watching, by the way?”

“The Expendacolts 2.”

“Rrrright...I just came here for the explosions and the fact I’m going to bitch about the video game doing the adaptations all wrong.”

“At least you’re honest about it.” Babs said. “Boy, I avoid them like plague. They’re never good.”

“Except for the Batmare games.” Babs said. “Still the only good ones.”

“Obviously.” Buttons nodded and so did his friend.”You like them, too? Oh man, the final boss in the second one is a thing of beauty! Especially when she gets the sword—”

“And she starts chopping Hayface down and he starts spawning those little creepy hay ponies?! Yeah! So awesome! How are they going to top that?”

“Two words.” Buttons made a two sign with his finger, closing them one at time as he said it. “Bat. Mobile.”

“No way!” Babs went all giddy with joy, nearly biting her fingers to contain her enthusiasm. Sweetie coughed and stepped in between the two, lest the whole evening went 16-bit.

“I don’t believe you two have been introduced. This is Babs Seed, Applebloom’s cousin and...currently my date!”

“D-date?!” Buttons jumped back like he was facing a Manticore.

Babs shrugged, a nervous smile on her face. “Yup. Nice to meet ya.” Babs extended her hand and Buttons nervously held it, his lips trembling weakly before forcing in a smile.

“So, uh, hope you have fun. N-Nice to meet you, too.”

“Wanna hang out after the movie?” Sweetie asked.

“Actually, we have to go to...that place. Right Rumble?” Buttons not so subtly winked. Both Babs and the young pegasus rolled their eyes.

Sweetie sighed nervously. “Why is he always so awkward?” she muttered. “Even while being so cute?”

Babs raised an eyebrow and hid a smarmy grin. And a hint of jealousy towards the cute colt, but she felt she understood Sweetie Belle a little more. Looked like she had a type “Wow, I’m so lousy of a date?”

“Oh, it’s not like that! It’s just that...Ever wished something could have gone better?”

“Oh, so many times!”

“That was awful!” Babs roared out a hoarse laughter, her arm around Sweetie Belle, who was giggling uncontrollably. “Like, a new world of awful!” The two stumbled back in Carousel Boutique almost drunkenly, their fit of laughter totally out of control.

“That’s why it was so gooood!” Sweetie bent in half, trying to hold her stomach that threatened to burst with laughter. “I mean, he wasn’t just going to stab him, no. He kicked the knife in the guy! So mean!”

“At least he suffered less than that manticore.” Babs cleared her voice and did her best Colt Norris impression. “Oh, I was bit by one. And after four days of horrible pain...the manticore died!”

The two burst out into laughter yet again. Quite a relief after having to hold them for a couple of hours. “I didn’t expect to see him!”

“Yeah! Neither did I! Buttons did though!”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The second he came on screen he was all smug and said ‘Called it.”

“Well, without him it wouldn’t have been the same, duh!”

“I never saw so many old stallions being so buff! Kind of creepy.”

“Hey, they’re not old. They’re mature. That’s quite a difference. Also kind of snazzy.”

“Ooooh!” Sweetie Belle giggled yet again, her pupils widening in perfect stupor. “Babsy has a type.”

“I do not!” she yelled, still in the midst of laughing. “I’m just giving credit where credit is due.”

“And how about young mares? Like those?” Sweetie fluttered her eyelashes, putting aside one rebel lock of mane from her forehead. Her half closed eyes fixed in a held, warm gaze.

“I...Well, of course I do…” Their eyes locked together, Babs’ arms circling Sweetie’s delicate waist.

“And what about me...stud?” Without a warning, Sweetie Belle grabbed Babs’ swelling manhood, starting to stiffen behind her pants. The unicorn swallowed her yelp with a kiss. A wet, sloppy kiss with no subtlety or restraint. Sweetie’s tongue slithered all the way in, swishing up and down on Babs’ own, intertwining their wet appendage in an oh so familiar dance.

Sweetie got carried in the sheer smoothness of their touch and literally climbed the inches Babs had over her, caressing her cheeks and pulling her closer into the kiss. Her hungry hands stroked and ruffled her crimson mane. It was so weird kissing her, kissing a mare. She had an overall sweeter and smoother taste than colts, like cinnamon. Her tongue was firm and pushed with delightful abandon but never exceeded its welcome. Babs’ hand moved where they wanted, gently stroking Sweetie’s buttocks but not grasping at them.

She stayed in her place. She loved that.

Their kiss broke, leaving a translucent strand of saliva between their mouths. “Let’s go upstairs.” Babs’ thing twitched one more time, as if nodding to the suggestion.

“Your sis isn’t home, right?”

“She’ll be away for a couple of days. Don’t worry.” She kissed her nose and skipped towards the stairs. “Will you...Will you give me a couple of minutes? I need to make preparations.”

“For what?”

“A surprise…” She purred, closing the door and slowly entering her room bit by bit, leaving her head last and without breaking eye contact with Babs and that lascivious look. She popped her head out one last time and asked: “Seriously, I’m not taking long.”

“I know, I know.” Goodbye, mood. It was nice knowing you. Babs shook her head and chuckled a bit, leaning her shoulders on a wall to wait.

“Come iiiiin!” Sweetie literally sang from the other side of the door. Babs found herself literally floating to her friend's room.

It was like nothing that Babs could have expected. Sweetie Belle was wearing a skimpy outfit of black leather. Most of her body was exposed, especially her perky, delicate and aroused breasts and the bright pink entrance of her femininity. Her parts stood so nicely against her alabaster colored coat, as if they were screaming to be locked and taken. She had a mall belt of black leather connected by a pair of straps to tight fishnets stockings. She stood there as a pure, unmoving icon of pure femininity, a look of pure sex etched in her eyes, one arm nonchalantly put on her hip…

Maybe a little too unmoving. She was as stiff as...a very stiff thing.

“Are you...Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah!” Sweetie eased up, hanging her shoulders and giving a big sigh of relief. “I wanted to look good, but this thing is so tight!”

Like my pants…

“When...Did you have that thing all the time?”

“What? No. Scootaloo knew a place. A place of very, very dubious morality.”

“You don’t say.”

“They didn’t have even a dressing room! For shame. But at least the clerk was really nice and helped me...to get these babies!” Sweetie turned toward a table and swiftly lifted a cloth, hiding things the Manehattan filly thought existed only in porn movies. Granted, she also thought that all the sex she was having existed only in those movies as well.

On the table laid a pair of steel cuffs, a riding crop, leather strap, a leg harness, a ball gag, ropes of various colors and even a couple of green dildos. Not just average ones. Enormous.

“Is this...for me?” Babs’ blood abandoned her face.

“You serious?”

Sweetie nodded, a huge grin on her face.

“I, uh, I…” Babs took a few steps towards the door. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Oh, maybe...I guess it’s too much. At least for a first date.” Sweetie Belle slumped down, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She picked up the flamboyant riding crop and looked at it with disgust. Babs approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder but without being noticed. Her friend may have overdid it a bit, but still...she was looking forward to it. She was happy…

In her gut, she felt not only the need but a honest to Celestia duty she had towards her friends: to make them happy, to see them smile and to make them enjoy their time together at the best of her ability. No matter what, she would’ve brought a smile on the unicorn’s lips.

“Why we don’t find a compromise, uh?”

“Like what?” Sweetie sniffled.

“Baby steps. Let’s start slowly.”

“Maybe…” Sweetie Belle got up, her enthusiasm seeping beneath. “Maybe we just try something, not everything at once! How about that?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Oh, how about the cuffs?” Sweetie Belle grabbed the item in question, giggling and jumping around after giving an affectionate hug to Babs. “How about those? It’s a classic? I mean, at least that’s what Scoots said. Like them?” She showed them off to Babs, who had to admit they weren’t so bad to start. Very few possibilities of getting hurt and they were a cute shade of pink, too.

“Alright, but just the cuffs.” Sweetie nodded with joy as Babs climbed on the the bed and started undressing. She opened her shirt slowly, popping one button after the other, exposing one inch of her warm, inviting orange coat at time.

The bulk of her chest swung out, still impressive even after being compressed in that tiny strand of black cloth. Her fingers slipped behind her back and a small pop was heard. Two big, puffy and perfectly buoyant breasts were staring at her. Babs’ powerful mounds were making hers shrink out of shame, her nipples even tingling like they were retreating at the sight of those huge, golden brown masses…

Sweetie still let out a small whistle of appreciation.

“Yeah, everypony does that.”

“It just means they’re, well, ponies! I mean, those boobs are lovely!”

“And ya haven’t seen the best yet!” Babs grinned and stood on her knees, bending down slightly to slip out of her pants. There was no underwear to constrain her generous flanks and no more cloth stood in the way of the object of Sweetie’s friend’s desire. Babs’ nearly erect and gargantuan member stood in full view and the unicorn finally felt everything was right.

For the second time she had a deep, abiding sense of belonging and the bond that had joined stood between Babs’ legs. Her mouth slowly opened in awe at the sheer girth and length of her friend’s endowment, a small patch of drool formed at her mouth.

“Oh, I can’t stand it anymore! Let’s do it right now!” She pounced on Babs, diving into another wet kiss, shoving her tongue deep. Her hands slid all the way up, savouring slowly Babs’ mounds.

Her horn glowed and the handcuffs, straps, leather harnesses and riding crops all came into place, floating in the air and pointed right at the Manehattan filly, who gulped loudly in terror and arousal. Sweetie’s Belle horn sputtered, drowning the room in a blinding flash. The unicorn jerked a bit, looking back and forth, finding her hands cuffed to the bedposts.

“Aaaaaawww…” Sweetie Belle was on the verge of tears, making a sad face face that was both adorable and spurring anypony with a lick of heart to help her out. Babs let out a small laugh that really made her feel ashamed of herself.

“Come on, I’ll help ya.”

The hand cuff clicked open to Sweetie’s relief. It she hadn’t such an understanding friend, such an embarrassing failure would’ve drove her to exile. Rarity always said that Saddle Arabia is a good place for it, if one had the possibility to choose. Lots of veil with which to hide one’s face...

“Why we don’t put the thingies away? At least for now?” Babs said as Sweetie was checking her sore wrists. “I don’t want ya to hurt yourself, rushing it all.”

“Yeah...I guess it’s better that way. If you don’t like them and I don’t know how to use them, what’s the point?” Sweetie sighed. All that money for...well, not for nothing but still not something.

“But at least I wanted to at least try this…” Sweetie purred, dangling the cuffs from her index finger.

“Sure ya do.”

Sweetie quickly put all the tools in what seemed a toy box. Babs just knew in the tip of her brain that they would be seen again, but couldn’t wrap her head around it on why. The unicorn climbed on top on the bed and on her friend, deliberately rubbing her perky breasts on Babs’ soft fur. Her stallionhood twitched under the sheets as she adorably stuck out her tongue while cuffing Babs to the headstand.

“Now a safeword!” She said, clapping her hands.

“Safe what?”

“Safe word! You know, something you need to say if you want to stop or you don’t want it to stop...I think…”

“I don’t think it’s necessary…” Sweetie Belle stuck out her lower lip and her pupils widened. The beginnings of a sob could be heard. “But if you like it, I guess it’s fine.” Babs rolled her eyes when her unicorn friend went to pouting to a maniacal smile in less than a second.

“Alright, alright, alright! I guess the safeword is...Banana!”

“Really? Not ‘Apple’? Why not—”

Sweetie Belle sat on Babs's face, muffling any possible smartass reply. "I'll give you a, uh, treat if you make me cuuuuuu-whoa!" Babs started in, diving her tongue right between her creamy hips and poor Sweetie felt instantly overwhelmed. Between her prowess with Scootaloo and the no doubt gargantuan amounts of sex she got sharing a roof with Applebloom, Babs had become really good at eating out.

Her tongue swept out in large, sloppy arcs, picking the tender flesh, tormenting the sensitive surface with her hot breath. She bumped her crotch with her snout, making a weird slurping noise and drawing out uncontrollable pleasure, adding her lips to the mix to literally attack the tender door to her femininity, matching her mouth with her dripping folds.

“Gaaah…” Her nethers were screaming out in pleasure, waves of bliss wrecking her body. It was so simply...uncouth. Babs wasn’t perfect, hay, she was even crude but for a first time, her first time, it was the best she may have hoped. When her tongue plunged in, so rough and manly, she was in pony heaven. Her swipes grew faster and louder, Sweetie’s precious aroma leaking down Babs’ chin.

She could feel a new kind of energy spiraling in her crotch and slithering up her spine. Her head was spinning at the motions of Babs’ tongue. A rhythm, calculated and stirring, cold and yet passionate, every motion, every tingle in her cooch designed to bring her over the edge and boy, was it working. That wonderful, wet warmth spread to all her lower parts, her butt tingling and tightening as if her body was undecided if to like that intrusion. Waves of bliss grew and crashed into her belly, sending her voice into a coarse moan, her hips rocking slowly against Babs’ crimson head.

She could feel her lover not only using her tongue but even gently nibbling on her rpsy peak of her hips, gently rubbing her snout on her sensitive folds, preparing them for another tongue plunging, so unexpected and yet so exciting. Her hand moved on her own and started stroking at her teat, pinching her nipples while lost in a new world just opened to her. Her free hand completed the picture and simply rammed Babs’ head further, drawing a surprised moan from her and a much faster eating out.

Her juices were noisily squirting out, staining the sheets and Babs’ mane as well and at that lewd sight she simply lost control. Her hips moved faster, riding the thunder and shoving all of Babs’ tongue down there, allowing her to finally be tasted in her final depths.

“Whooohoooo!” she screamed as she kept rocking her hips. “This is...Naaah...Scoots...Could’ve told me it was this awesome...Naaahhh…”

It felt close, so close...That blinding, pulsing moment of release pervaded her senses and she came with intensity, crying out the powerful orgasm. She lasted barely a minute, but it was a lovely one, intense enough to feel like a frenzy of simultaneous explosion, her juices darting all over Babs’ face and chest. The Manehattan mare was stimulating further her erupting erogenous zones, lapping with haste to pick all the juices she could, drinking the precious ambrosia directly at the source. She hugged Babs’ head, pushing her further between her legs and felt her tongue reaching one last time her precious spot, whimpering as the climax pervaded.

She slumped down on her back on the bed, wheezing out to bask in that delightful moment, her legs spread open and squirting the last few drops. The whirlwind of sensation inside her had quelled, bringing with it all the leftover energies. She felt tired...So tired…Maybe just closing her eyes for a wh—

“Huum...Sweetie?” Babs said, prodding her a bit with a hoof. “Glad ya liked it, but I’m still kinda here.” She gave a sheepish smile, a small tent growing below the sheets at the base of her crotch.

Embarrassed, Sweetie tried to get back in her role.

"Oh! Sorry, eh-heh. Er, right, um, a reward!” She said with grandeur, popping back up on her knees and shooting a look of pure sex towards Babs’ turgid length. “So, what would you like?"

Babs looked at her,thinking, with Sweetie scooching down between Babs's legs. "Maybe a blowjob? I could do that!"

"Uh, sure, alright...But, uh, could ya maybe...use yer tits?"

"Huh? You mean like Scootaloo said she did?"

"Uh, huh. Loved that one"

"A-alright."

Sweetie nearly ripped the sheets out of the bed, giving full view again to Babs’ completely hard dick, pointing right at her. She grabbed it in one hand, marveling at its sheer warmth and thickness and started stroking up and down, a small drop of cum jotting out of its tip. Their eyes met while Sweetie extended her tongue, touching lightly and marveling at its salty taste.

Scoots did say it was weird...

Babs half yelled when her buttery mouth enveloped the tip of her penis. A weird, gobbling noise came from it as Sweetie bobbed her head up and down her phallus and the velvety sensation of her breasts circled it. They were like two small, firm pearls, incredibly soft against the rock hard appendage of her friend, She could feel it throbbing obscenely as she gobbled more and more of it, breathing from the nose as hard as she could to not lose her momentum. Its musky, pungent shape invaded her mouth and her nostrils but she couldn’t give up.

The tingling in her mare parts returned as strong as ever and it spurred her to continue, hoping to feel that wonderful appendage finally inside her…

“Uuhhmm…” Babs moaned, her hips moving back and forth, rocking her massive member in and out Sweetie’s mouth. She lifted her gaze to the ceiling, her eyes rolling at the back of the head as Sweetie worked her magic, sucking down like a lollipop her throbbing cock. Applebloom rarely did that, almost never, and having a nice, wet, if a little inexperienced, tongue on her cock was something she simply couldn’t give up. Sweetie moved with grace, stroking her pulsating vein and filling her cheeks with her engorged meat. Her delicate, soft lips around her dick made her flesh sing in delight while Sweetie’s tongue kissed her cumhole, making her nearly jump and grasp the sheets.

Suddenly, as Sweetie was pressing her chest against her rod to have a free hand with which to cup her balls she felt something weird. She felt like something was breaching her, spreading her apart and titillating a sensitive and warm part of—
“Oh my gosh!” Sweetie said, popping out Babs’ cock from her mouth, her chin dirty of precum. “Scoots didn’t say you still had a pussy!”

“I, uh, what? I do?”

“Sure you do! Look!” Sweetie spread her entrance with a couple of fingers, giving a small, sweet kiss to the tender flesh that looked forgotten. “Just below your balls””

“Well…” Babs moaned. “I guess nopony thought about it until now...Kinda of a relief.” Some of the old Babs was there at least.

“This changes everything!” Sweetie moaned enthusiastically and took a good third of Babs’ length back in her mouth, while using her fingers to rub and prod and Babs’ sweet spot. In perfect harmony, Sweetie Belle used all of her newfound talent to make both the mare and the stallion have the time of her life. Pleasure rippled across both of her ways, bringing her to the edge quickly and from two different fronts and just like a candle with two ends, she was burning twice as bright...and half as long. Her wad was on its way, scratching at her door and begging to be free, ready to reward Babs’ patience with an earth shattering climax soon to spread to her whole being.

"Um, I think you're supposed to beg for it right now, if I remember righ—"

"Oh Godly sisters, please, please, please, lemme cum Sweetie!" Babs roared, completely forgetting about the game. She felt so close she could taste it. The empowering, overwhelming orgasm was close to being in her grasp that it was driving her mad. “Banana! Banana!”

"No, no, no! You aren't supposed to just give in! You have to resist so I can break you!"

"Maybe we just skip that part? I kinda wanna get to the part where you let me jizz, please? You can break me next time." Babs bit her lip, a shade of red tinged her cheeks. The enormous pressure in her loins quaked and shook her body. Her member twitched away, threatening to burst.

“Are you sure you should? You don’t seem well and—”

"Oh fer Pete's sake Sweetie, just let me cum already!"

Sweetie Belle squeaked in surprise and grabbed her breasts again, grinding them away at Babs’ rod. Her touch was the final straw and she let herself go. Utterly and completely. The jarring, pulsing climax hit her like a freight train, molten juices erupting from her genitals. Her back arched and the bed creaked, staccato spasms abandoning her lips. A cloud of juicy and sticky cum exploded over Sweetie’s chest and mouth, splattering all over like cotton candy. Her jizz flowed so strong it nearly hurt, huge, wet globs making their way across her canal like bullets.

The huge nuggets spilled over Sweetie’s alabaster coat and the young unicorn swallowed all that she could, a small bulge forming in her throat. She didn’t care about the taste. It was actually quite pleasant, but the exhilarating sensation of Babs giving her a nice, huge mouthful of cum overwhelmed her. Scoots and AB never said anything about its taste, just bragging about the audacity of such an act. In fact, Sweetie noticed that that warm, piquant taste made her head spin and her loins quiver, even feeling the orgasm come at her door by just having a few drops on her tongue.

She gulped down all that she could, sucking her balls dry until her belly was full of warm cum and Babs’ balls were empty. It slid down her throat smoothly with Sweetie even sucking the powerful, intoxicating essence as hard as she could. She felt like she could’ve drank that magnificent liquid all day long. The still stiff appendage slid away from Sweetie’s mouth, still joined by a mixed strand of cum and saliva.

The unicorn coughed a little cum, licking her lips to taste the last. She looked at Babs, panting heavily and with her eyes closed. “Scoots and AB said you could last more than that…” she purred.

“Well, ya were good. So good.”

“Foreplay is over...Babsy. It’s time to get down to fuckin’.” Babs’ pupils widened at that vulgarity. “Heh. Sorry.” she giggled. Sweetie got on her knees and lifted her rump, grabbing Babs’ still sensitive dick. She lined it slowly, right in front of her entrance and plunged her hips downward. Babs’ tip slid upon it, retreating and spring back up like a pop up toy. She tried again and again, still sticking her tongue out to gather concentration, until she could feel a sweet pain down in her crotch. Her lower lips tightening and her cherry spreading out, ready to accommodate Babs’ hungry tip.

“R-Ready?” she steeled her tip looking at Babs. A look of solemn admiration was etched in her eyes. She nodded, moving her arms a bit and realizing to still being in cuff. Sweetie guessed her gesture and put a hand gently around her wrist, exchanging a smile

She grunted and slowly took it in, marveling the feeling, while Babs was struggling against the cuffs. Her dick hadn’t rested enough and the feeling of Sweetie’s delicate folds spreading around it was too much. Icy pleasure run down her length as Sweetie was rocking her hips to slowly take in more and more of her, the unicorn hissing and panting as she ground her crotch against Babs’. Thank Celestia she was far less tight than Applebloom, for the sake of both of them.

Her juices loosened Sweetie’s love canal and allowed her to mount Babs more quickly, her little boobs bouncing up and down as she rode her friend. Babs’s thick, black rod stood out against the elegant white coat and was crowned by the faint shade of delicate pink of Sweetie’s juicy folds, fully spread and ready to accept the full extent of her stallionhood. Her tongue rolled out as pain was supplanted by pleasure, the pleasure of plunging balls deep in a mare, slapping her crotch against Sweetie’s, her huge thing slamming her depths and being caressed by the rosy flesh.

Babs rod the wave, matching every blow with gusto. She grunted and pushed her hips against Sweetie’s, unleashing her row, primordial need to mate with savage, erratic thrusts inside her friend. Sweetie’s hand were pressing against her belly, making lever to plunge herself onto Babs with all her weight. Her slender hips were literally flying on top of Babs’ crotch and she was growing in prowess by the minute.

At every touch, Sweetie was becoming a mare and that, apart from the wonderful warmth emanating from her depths, was a massive turn on for Babs.

“Tell me when...Tell me when you’re about to cum.” she squeaked, crashing hips against Babs’ crotch at ludicrous speed.

“Oh, I’m so close...So close!” She steeled herself, preparing to be wrecked by another orgasm, for that final moment of culmination, keeping her eyes closed to bask in that glorious sensation...until Sweetie Belle stopped. Babs opened her eyes to see her friend not moving, half of her cock still lodged within her.

"What the hay, Sweetie Belle?!"

"No, it's…” She panted, a drop of sweat crossing her brow. “Okay, it's this trick I...read about. Trust me, you'll really like it, it should make your orgasm really good! Oh yeah..."

"Alright..."

She was bringing Babs to the brim, only stopping a second, a third, a fourth time, sliding her juicy rod out, only to slam it back in. She commanded her orgasm like a rising tide, always retreating before its awesome power could overwhelm them both. She took it at her own pace, setting it up like a true dominatrix. She mounted her like crazy, stopping only to slide Babs’ penis out of her and let the pleasure rippling in her lenght subside, to make her body forget it and immediately remind it afterward, slamming with force against her uterus.

It was amazing, exhilarating, sexy as hell…

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Not at these terms.

Babs roared and lunged forward, following a cold snap. Sweetie Belle fell impaled on Babs’ dick and with a mixture of horror and arousal, noticed that her friend’s hands were free.

Sweetie Belle got a crude reminder that Babs was an Earth Pony and those were cheap novelty fetish cuffs, not real police cuffs. In hindsight, she should have expected it.

Babs gave a growl, pushing Sweetie on her back, and started rutting her silly, her huge breasts pressing against Sweetie’s and her arms circling her back. She rocketed her hips forward, slamming herself in her, delighting in the warmth and tightness of her cunt at an even pace, allowing the pressure in her loins to give itself wild abandon. Her tongue was hanging out at the side of Babs’ mouth as her speech was replaced by incoherent, lust filled grunts.

Sweetie barely had time to realize the tables are turned, before getting swept up in how incredibly, unbelievably hot being fucked liked this is. She hugged her lover tightly, pressing her lips on Babs’ sweaty shoulder before moving to her neck, her chin and locking lips in not a kiss, but something more resembling a collision.

Their tongues danced on top of each other as she was was completely and utterly rutted. Her loins were on fire, her spine arched and the sweet promise of release approached with her lower lips squeezing Babs’ hard cock painfully so.

“Babs...Babs...Naaahhh! I’m c-close…”

“Me too…” Babs grunted and spread Sweetie’s legs further, slamming her crotch against hers and spilling her juices at each thrust of her gargantuan stallionhood. Her head spun and floated around, overwhelming pleasure sweeping her away. A powerful gush of her ambrosia erupted from her loins as a high pitched scream of pleasure left her lips.

The squeezing sent Babs over the edge as well and with a loud moan she blew a shot into Sweetie's pussy. Huge, sticky globs of stallion seed were sent flying splattering into her pussy, the two mares entangled and screaming in pure delight as the mingling of their juices happened, sending waves of pure pleasure crashing down their very core. She buried herself in the her mare’s heated core, filling her with rough, manly thrusts. She had enjoyed rediscover being a mare, now it was the time for the stallion to rut and pounce, to match Sweetie’s thrusts and pounding her, beating an obscene rhythm out of her body as her seed filled her belly..

Babs came so much it made Sweetie’s cunt all slippery, filling her with so much pearly cum to make her cock slid out and in the orgasmic haze, her hand moved between their sweaty, sex addled bodies to grab her cock and started jerking it off as she continued coming huge spurts. Babs regained some of her sanity and realized what was happening, finding it even more exciting than simple sex. She loved how the unicorn could improvise…

She closed her eyes and came one blow after the other, coating her friend with a sticky, wet cloud of semen with no end in sight. She blew her load over Sweetie’s face, covering her mane in her male jelly, her perky breasts, even her smooth belly. A few rogue shots landed on the sheets and a couple ones even on the floor. If Sweetie was as cranky as Applebloom about that stuff, she hoped they had at home some baking soda...It makes miracles to get rid of that stuff.
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When she was finally done, her balls hurting for how much stuff they’ve been churning out. Babs looked at Sweetie Belle, who was staring at herself wide eyed. Now that her mind was clearer and her balls empty, she felt a little embarrassed about it. Sweetie Belle was just so dirty, her whole body was covered in semen from head to hooves.

Before she could apologize, Sweetie scooped some up on a finger, and put it in her mouth, moaning a bit at the taste. Babs stares wide eyed, as Sweetie sat up, giving Babs a long kiss, salty with her own semen.

“Let’s do it again…”Sweetie whispered and her dick jumped to attention, like a soldier saluting.

“So, uh, do you remember Diamond Tiara?” Sweetie Belle was clad in her nightgown, fresh from a bath and smelling of a nice floral shampoo. Babs was wearing a spare one and nonchalantly looked at the ceiling while on the bed, leaving a hindleg dangling out of it.

“Well, sure. Haven’t seen her in a while.” she sat up, grabbing a cup from the tray Sweetie was offering.

“Not that me and the girls hang out with her that much. But...yeah.”

“You and Spoon are friends, at least.

“Yup.” Sweetie took a sip of orange juice. “Anyway...Spoon asked me if you would...hang out with her. And Tiara.”

“Why not? The occasion hasn’t presented yet, but I would love to. Wanna know a secret?”

“What’s with everypony and secrets lately?” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Even if it didn’t end in a good way...I loved hanging out with them. Even if they are a bit mean. She looked so happy to see me again.” Babs sighed. “I can’t let her down this time. I’m a grownup. They’s grownup...Why should it go wrong?”

“Oh, if you do it properly they aren’t going to complain! Heck, they might beg for more?”

“Huh, what?” Babs raised an eyebrow.

“Was that an innuendo? Beg for what?”

“Nothing. I mean...They could...like you...a lot? As a friend?”

“Sweetie!”

“They...uh…” Sweetie blushed, her horn glowed weakly but she couldn’t conjure enough energy to make the earth swallow her and get her out of the embarrassing situation. “They kinda want to have a threesome.”

Babs blinked, finished her cup and very calmly put it on the nightstand. Was that the faux pas to end all faux pas? Was that the moment that all of Babs’ goodwill would be finally finished? Was that…

“They said...right now?”

Sweetie shook her head.

“Well, give me a moment to breath! My thing is risking falling off at this rate!” The two burst into a loud laughter and Sweetie Belle could finally relax, glad that the day had the best ending it could have. Even though...Silver had gave her an idea. After she and her fillyfriend were done with Babs...and all the girls, including Sweetie, had their turn...why not do it all together? She was sure AB and Scoots would give her an answer. Not sure of what kind but an answer nonetheless.

“Are you sure there isn’t anypony at home?” The shy, meek, turquoise maned mare leaned her head in Carousel Boutique. “I’d hate to wake up your sister.”

“Don’t worry, Coco my dear.” Rarity said, opening the door fully to let her friend in. “She’s at a sleepover or hangout or a midnight tea with her friends. That young mare is always away! I’m starting to miss her, but, alas. She’s growing up and growing up with her friends it’s part of a healthy mare life.

Coco nodded, searching for a lightswitch. “Now, where is that fabric you told me about?”

“Um, I’m not quite sure. One of the downsides of ordered chaos is that you need a little more time to find what you need.” Rarity raised an eyebrow, her eyes pointing at the staircase. “Oh, yes! I think it’s in my sister’s room.” she went up the stairs and pushed the door, which creaked in an ominous way. Rarity shrugged and light the switch on, finding the fabric roll lying indeed near her sister’s armoire. That was when her hoof bumped on a weird, plastic thing, making her nearly fall.

“Oh, that unconscionable filly! Just what the hay did she leave...on the…” Rarity bent over to grab the pesky item, only to find a big, green dildo in her hands. Blood left her face and her heartbeat went overboard.

“Miss Rarity? Is everything okay?” Coco followed her up the stairs and looked at the fashionista barely breathing.

“Coco, dear?”

“Y-yes?”

“I believe I may pass out. Would you be so kind to catch me before I fall on the floor?”

“Yes, of course!” Rarity promptly fell like a brick and Coco squeaked weakly while catching her. “The things one does to keep a job…”