Chapter 22

I awaken slowly, stretching my legs out in a full-body morning yawn. Glancing at the window, I realize that I've slept later than is my usual. Guess last night's activities tuckered me out... that Dust sure is a wild pony! Then again, so is Moon Shadow. I gaze lovingly at my still sleeping marefriend. I still can't believe she's okay with my feelings for Dust. Heck, she seems more than okay about it. I swear I saw her giving Dust encouraging looks last night!

I shake my head to dislodge the amorous thoughts trying to take root. I'm still working on that, when I hear a knock at the door. Ugh, who could that be? I wriggle off the bed without disturbing Shadow, stumble my way to the door, and open it to see the turquoise pegasus I've been thinking about floating there.

Dust's muzzle splits in one of the biggest shit-eating grins I've ever seen, "Damn, smells like a brothel in here! Oh, and nice mane, by the way."

I reach a hoof up to my head in response, feeling just how matted my mane is. I shake my head, smirking as I say, "Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you helped with both of those things. I guess we'll have to air the room out."

"As for your mane, a shower will fix that right up, too. Don't worry about running out of hot water, we have on-demand water heaters," she wiggles her eyebrows at me suggestively.

I back away from the door to let her in. I swear she giggles when she sees Shadow passed out so cutely on the bed. She smiles at me again, then turns more serious, "I think something big happened during our mission."

I cock an eyebrow at her, so she continues, "The news said that something matching the signature of a cruise missile crossed the Canadian border into the US, but it didn't explode."

I think for a moment, then it hits me. If this were an actual cartoon, a light bulb would have just turned on, over my head. "Rainbow Dash!" I state with confidence.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "It has to be. Since it didn't explode, it wasn't a missile. Besides, why would Canada fire at us? We've never had those kinds of tensions with them. So, it had to be a pony. A pegasus, and a fast one at that. Though not just fast. Incredibly fast. Not that many pegasi are that fast. The only two I can name off the top of my head are you, and Raindow Dash. And you were busy the night before last."

Her grin reappears, "Last night, too."

I feel the blood rushing to my face as I continue, "That aside, they couldn't have been tracking you. When you were flying, you were close to the car, which would have masked your signature, not that they would have seen you anyway. Tracking in the interior of the country is mostly focused on commercial jets, which rely on transponders. I doubt they'd notice a pegasus flying, unless you went over a few thousand feet, in which case they'd probably think you were an ICBM. I can only imagine the commotion that would cause."

Dust opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted by Soarin busting into the room, "Dust, I just got a text message; the feds have shown up at the farm!" He skids to a stop, like he's hit a wall, and his nose crinkles at the smell, "Holy Christ, this room has one hell of a funk to it!" He stops, looks at me, taking in my mane, glances at Shadow snoring lightly on the bed, and finally his gaze falls on Dust, who is practically glowing a beet red. Suddenly, he quite literally falls over, laughing fit to bust his stomach.

Dust and I look at each other, and I'm certain my face is the same shade of crimson as hers. Our gazes drop to the floor, trying to hide from our mutual embarrassment.

"Oh, Celestia, I can't believe it, sis! You've only been a pony, and a girl, for a week, and you're already getting it on!" he is barely able to get out around his chuckles.

"Dammit, Soarin, do you have to tell the entire world?!" she says, causing her brother to break out in fresh peals of laughter.

I sit down next to Dust, and she leans into me. Wow, that just feels so right, I sigh contentedly. Looking down at her, I see it dawn in her eyes what he said when he first entered the room. She looks up at me, "The feds?"

I nod, not surprised, "When it wants to, the government can actually move pretty fast."

She looks at the floor for a couple moments, deep in thought. Then turns back to me, "Irony, you and Moon Shadow stay here for now. We don't need that kind of complication right now," she turns to Soarin, "let's haul some ass!"

They take off like shots, on their way before I can even say goodbye. I feel strangely saddened at the loss of Dust's presence. Wow. I'm done for. I am seriously gone on this mare.

I hear Shadow stir behind me. I turn to her, as she lifts her head. She smiles at me, "Did I just hear Lightning Dust?"

I nod, a little sadly, and explain to her what she missed, including my feelings and thoughts about the turquoise pegasus.

A radiant smile breaks out on her muzzle, and she runs a hoof through my mane, "She is a pretty amazing mare."

I hang my head, "Shadow. I... I think I'm in love with her. Like, really in love, with a capital 'L'. I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen..."

She shushes me, with a hoof over my mouth, "I know, my love. I could see that the first moment you two were together." She lifts my chin, so that I am forced to look her in the eye, "You have no reason to feel guilty, or ashamed," I open my mouth, but she silences me with a look, and continues, "before you protest, ask yourself: does your love for her in any way diminish your love for me?"

I close my mouth, and seriously think about my feelings. I... I still love Moon Shadow just as much! She's right. How does she know so much?

Slowly, I speak, "I still love you just as much as I've loved you for so much longer than I ever realized. But I love Lightning Dust. How is it that I can love you both so much? Why doesn't it take away from my love for you?"

She flashes her dazzling smile at me again, "That's just the way love works. The more you share, the more you have to share. The more you give, the more you can get. And, just so you know, I talked to Dust. I'm pretty sure she loves you as much as you love her. You two are so cute together."

I sit there, speechless, as Shadow saunters past me, planting a kiss on my forehead on her way by, "See you in the shower."

I shake my head, turn, and follow her to the bathroom.

* * *

"Helen, do you guys have a place where I can work out? More than just stretching?" I ask, running a hand through my mane. I'm wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a white V-neck tee, with a sports bra underneath, which Shadow made me wear. She'd told me that I was too well endowed in my anthro form to go without, especially since there were kids in the house.

Helen turns and smiles up at me, saying, "Oh, yeah, Mike included a workout room for me when we built the house. There's a weight machine, and a heavy bag in there, as well as a treadmill and elliptical."

"That sounds pretty good. Do you mind if I avail myself of it?"

"Not at all. Mi casa es su casa," she replies. I can't help but smile in return at her upbeat personality.

I slip on a pair of fingerless exercise gloves as I walk in the direction that Helen has indicated her workout room is in.

I find the room without any trouble. Stepping inside, my breath is momentarily taken away by the gorgeous view out the far wall. The entire wall is made of glass. Through it I can see a beautiful stained deck, with a built in hot tub. Beyond that is the lake, with a dock leading almost right up to the house. The lake is surrounded by trees just coming into bloom, spring finally having its effect here. There's also a nice-sized boat tied up at the end of the dock, just begging to be taken for a drive.

Damn... Very not bad! Evidently Mike spared no expense for his wife. Only other thing you could ask for is a sauna, but alas, you can't have everything! I chuckle to myself. Turning my back on the view, I set to work, warming up and stretching. Once I feel sufficiently limbered up, I face the heavy bag, noting that it's a good quality, 200 pound bag. Who here could possibly have needed one this heavy? I wonder, finally deciding that they probably just didn't do anything half-assed.

I start slow, taking a few practice jabs to test the heft, and recoil. Soon, I ramp up the power of my blows, working up a rhythm to keep the bag from swinging too far in any one direction. I lose myself in the exercise, enjoying the simple thrill of physical activity. I've missed working out, not having been able to go to my local gym since my transformation. I've kept up on things like push-ups, crunches, and squats, but there's nothing quite as great as going to town on a bag, or pushing yourself on the weight bench.

I come back to myself when my breathing starts to become slightly labored. I realize that I'm drenched in sweat, soaking through my lightweight top. Wiping sweat away from my brow with a hand, I turn to the weight machine. Looking it over, I decide that even though it's not as good as free weights for what I want, it is way better than nothing. I set up for squats, adjusting the weight to its maximum setting, and begin doing reps. I do a set of 15 squats, then pause for a few seconds before beginning another set.

Completing my fifth set, I glance up as some movement catches my eye. I pause, then see someone is peeking around the edge of the door, watching me. Ignoring them, I start another set of 15, though I keep an eye on the door, curious as to who is peeping at me. It's a couple more minutes before I catch enough of a view of my admirer to identify him: Dylan, Lightning Dust's son. By the time I decide I'm done with squats, he is standing openly in the doorway, avidly staring. I continue to ignore his presence, reconfigure the machine, and start to do lat pull-downs, front and back, still using the maximum weight of the machine.

After a couple of sets, Dylan has made his way fully into the room, and appears to be studying me. Finishing out a few more sets of reps, I gently lower the weight, not clinking at all, and fully focus my eyes on the boy for the first time.

"Something I can help you with?" I ask, wiping my face with a small towel I brought with me.

"H-how strong are you?" he stammers quietly.

"Honestly? I don't really know. I haven't had a chance to push my limits yet," I reply, solemnly.

"You were using all the weight plates, that's like 250 pounds!" I can hear the beginning of excitement in his voice.

"That's really not that impressive for squats."

"Maybe not, but you did like 200 of them. Though, really it's the pull-downs I find amazing! I've never seen anybody do that much weight, let alone do reps with it," he states. It takes me a moment to place the tone in his voice: awe.

"I actually know a lot of guys who could do more than that," I shrug, not really comfortable with how impressed he is.

He steps up close to me. I see his nostrils flare as he inhales my scent. His eyes glaze just a little bit. He reaches a hand out to tuck a tuft of my mane behind my ear. I hear him mumble, "You're so beautiful..."

Suddenly, he's mashing his lips against mine in a wild kiss. I sit there stock still for a few seconds, in complete shock, before I pull back. I resist the urge to slap him, reminding myself what it was like to be a fifteen year old boy with hormones raging.

"Dylan!" I shout. "What do you think you're doing?!"

I see fear, distress, and embarrassment fly across his face, before it settles into the most crushed look I've ever seen. He turns to flee, but I catch his wrist in my powerful grip. He jerks his arm a few times, "Let me go!" Tears are running in rivulets down his cheeks.

"Dylan! Calm down!" he gives another half-hearted tug, then stands there woodenly, waiting for me to release him.

I slowly reach up with my other hand, gently wiping the tears away. Poor kid. He is kind of cute, though waaay too young. I smile at him, "It's okay. You kind of caught me by surprise."

A measure of relief enters his eyes, "You... you're not mad?"

I give a little chuckle, "No, I'm not mad. Actually, I'm kind of flattered. Though, I am a little old for you."

"You're not that much older than me! I heard my da-- Dust, talking, you're only 25! That means you're only 10 years older than me. That's not that much!"

I feel my lips curl into a smirk, "I hate to tell you, Dylan, but I'm a lot older than you realize."

"Don't patronize me! I don't care how old you might really be. All I know is that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I don't care that you're not human!"

I shake my head, sadly, Dammit, I don't want to break his heart... "Dylan... I don't know how to put this gently... I'm in love with Lightning Dust. And strange as it is, she's your father, which makes this a little weird for me. I think you're handsome, and could actually see you as a possibility, if you were a little older, and if I wasn't already in love with two other ponies. Please, please, please, understand."

Another fat tear rolls down his cheek. He swipes at it with a sleeve, then smiles bravely at me. I release his wrist. Instead of pulling his arm back, he catches my hand in his and holds it for a moment. He gives it a squeeze and lets go, "I think I do understand. I guess I really appreciate that you didn't give me the brush-off. Thanks for giving a damn about my feelings."

He turns to go. As he turns, I see how hard he's trying to hold back more tears, but his face is contorting, and I catch a glimpse of one fall. Once again, I catch his wrist, more gently this time. I pull him into a hug. He doesn't struggle; instead he breaks into sobs, tears practically gushing from his eyes, like the Multnomah Falls. He buries his face in my shoulder, blubbering nonsensical words. I softly stroke his back, humming quietly right into his ear. I wrap my arms around his body, pull the boy into my lap, and rock him until he finally cries himself out.

Dylan wipes his face with his palms, trying to clear away the tears and mucus, but really only manages to smear it around. He looks up into my eyes, and stammers, "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry f-for so completely losing my shit right there."

Giving him serious eye contact, I say, "It's been a hell of a week. For everypony. I mean, everybody... But, most especially for you, I'll bet. This has to be incredibly difficult for you to wrap your head around."

He nods, keeping his gaze focused on mine.

"Your dad... well, he's still here, but is also not really your dad anymore, huh?" His head bobs up and down a couple more times.

"Let me guess: you suddenly feel like you have to be the man of the house. You feel like you need to pick up the slack, and keep things together for your mom and sister, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," he looks down, trying to hide the look of abject failure that has come over his face.

I grip his chin firmly, pulling his head up until we're eye-to-eye again, and slowly state, "Dylan, you've done an awesome job of keeping yourself together during this whole mess. It's something that should never have fallen to you, but you've done well with it anyway. Frankly, I'm quite impressed. You're going to grow into an amazing stallion, er, man, one day soon."

"You really think so?" he sniffs, running his sleeve across his nose.

"I really do. You know something else? Lightning Dust is awfully proud of you, too. She told me so herself."

"Sh-she did?" He asks.

I nod, "She did."

"Thank you, Irony. Thank you for being here for me. I haven't really known how to cope. Everything has been messing with my head. I feel like my entire world has been turned upside-down."

"It's okay. And I'm glad to be here for you. As your friend," I give him serious face again, "but only as your friend, okay?"

He blushes, but a small smile peeks through, "I think I can accept that. I'm really sorry for ambushing you. I have no idea what I was thinking..."

I can't help but laugh, my muzzle splitting into a wide grin, "Hey, there's something to be said for the direct approach. Don't give up on it too easily."

* * *

I close my eyes and let the warm water pour over my face, and down my body. I shake my head to loosen my hair, and pour a veritable mountain of shampoo into my upturned palm. I lather up my mane, which reaches almost down to my tail in this form. Finishing up with the mane, I go to work on my tail, which stops just short of the floor. Good thing Dust has unlimited hot water, it takes so damn long to wash all this hair!

Rinsing out the suds takes almost as long as it did to wash. I watch the little bubbles slip through my fur, down between my breasts, and past my cleft. Looking down my front brings back memories of last night, raising my excitement level a notch. I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples gently, bringing forth a small gasp. My right hand slips down between my legs, and I softly caress my slit, images of Lightning Dust and Moon Shadow swirling behind my closed eyes. I tilt my head back, moaning loudly.

What am I doing? Somebody might hear me! I force my hands away from my sensitive areas, and mindlessly crank the water over from hot to cold. My eyes fly open, and a shriek rips from my throat at the temperature change.

"Holy hell!" I shout, fumbling to turn the water off. I stand there, shivering, for several moments, as I think about what I had been doing. I need to maintain control of myself! What the heck is going on with me?

My body cries out for me to begin again, but I resist the urge with a growl. I throw open the door to the stall with one hand, reaching for a towel with the other. With my hand halfway to the stack of linens, my mind registers that I'm not alone. My focus is snapped to the counter, where Dust's daughter, Hannah, is sitting. I freeze for a moment, then snatch a towel and try to cover myself with it.

Hannah giggles at me, her lips turning up in a smirk, "You don't have to hide from me. You have the same parts as mommy, and mommy says that someday I'll have those, too." She points at my breasts in emphasis.

"Well, I wasn't always a girl," I finally manage to get out.

"Kind of like my daddy?" the little girl asks.

"Yeah, kind of like that," I say, then it dawns on me what I was doing before getting out of the shower. "Uhm, Hannah, how long have you been sitting there?"

She swings her legs back and forth, and giggles again, "Oh, long enough to hear you make noises like mommy sometimes makes when she and daddy are alone..."

Oh god, caught red-handed by a six-year-old... I close my eyes, my cheeks turning bright red.

"Hey, I'm ten, not six! And you shouldn't be ashamed, mommy says everyone does it. Though, I have no idea what 'it' is. She says I'm not old enough to know yet," she pouts.

Her pout is so cute that I can't help but laugh. Then another realization strikes me.

"How'd you get in here? I know I locked that door when I came in," I say, giving her a hard look.

She smiles mischievously at me, and says, "I have my ways."

I decide to leave that be, as I know that privacy locks aren't exactly hard to get through.

I take a moment to wrap the towel around myself, so that I feel decent, and ask, "So... is there a reason you barged in here while I was taking a shower?"

Instead of answering my question, she responds with a question of her own, "Do you like my daddy?"

"Your da-- oh, you mean Dust. Yes, I like her," I reply, puzzled.

"No! Do you like my daddy?!" she puts her fingers in the air, making air quotes when she says 'like'.

How does she even know what air quotes are? Must've picked it up from her parents... I pause for a moment, then answer her question, "Yeah... yeah, I do. I think I like your daddy very much. Does that bother you?"

"Nope. Not as long as it doesn't make mommy mad, it doesn't."

I swallow down a sudden flash of fear, Shit, I never even thought about Dust's wife! I... I'd better talk to her...

After a moments more hesitation, I ask Hannah, "What made you come ask me if I like your daddy?"

"Oh. I saw you kissing this morning. I know what kissing means. It means you like somebody. A lot! I just wanted to know for sure. Now I know that you like daddy as much as daddy likes you!" she smiles up at me, hops down from the counter, and scampers out the door.

I stand there for several moments, my mind boggled by this ten-year-old little girl, and her insightfulness.

On my way out of the bathroom, I take note that the lock on the door isn't your usual privacy lock, but a normal keyed lock. How odd...

It takes me an unusually long time to dry myself, return to my room, and get dressed. My mind is now awhirl with a new worry: what to say to Helen.

Finally, I come to a resolution, and set out to find her.

* * *

I knock on the doorframe, having found Helen in her bedroom, putting away some laundry.

"Oh, hi Irony. How'd the workout go?" she smiles at me.

"Very well, that is an impressive home gym," I answer, returning her smile, even though my stomach is filled with butterflies.

"I'm really glad you liked it. Mike has always worked hard to take care of his family, and give us just about anything we wanted."

"His love for you shows," I say, then pause, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Something bothering you, Irony?" Helen cocks her head at an angle, looking at me quizzically.

"Actually, yes. That's why I came to see you. I... I just don't know how to say it." Or how it will be received.

"Come, have a seat, we can talk about it, one woman to another," she pats the bed next to her. Hesitantly, I make my way over and sit, the bed flexing heavily under my greater mass.

"Helen... I have to admit something to you. Something that I'm still having trouble dealing with. I-- I'm in love with Lightning Dust," I hide my face in my hands, shame turning my face red.

Taking my hands in hers, pulling them away from my face, Helen smiles at me, "You know, you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed. Irony, I could tell that you had feelings for Dust the moment I saw you two together."

I pull my hands away from her, clasping them together in my lap. Tears are forming in the corners of my eyes as I speak, "Helen... I slept with Dust last night. I'm so sorry! I never even considered that she was married, or what your feelings would be. I didn't think at all! I don't want to be the 'other woman'. I'm so sorry..." The tears have broken the dam, and are flowing freely now.

Helen bursts out laughing. My eyes widen in shock, then narrow in anger, "This is no laughing matter! I'm not joking, and I'm not lying! I've done you a horrible wrong, one I have no idea how to make up for!"

Helen starts shaking her head, and is finally able to regain her composure. She takes my hands again in hers again, "I'm sorry for laughing, but you look so earnest; sitting there, telling me how you've cheated with my 'husband'. It makes you even more endearing that you care this much. Irony, I know how you feel about Dust. What's more, I know how Dust feels about you. She can't admit it to herself yet, but she cares about you a whole lot. As for you sleeping with her last night, I know for a fact that she instigated it."

"But--"

She interrupts me, "No buts. Dust already told me everything. We don't keep secrets from each other, and I don't want us to keep secrets from you, either, okay? Dust loves me, her changing from a man into a filly didn't change that. What it did change was her desires. She's attracted to ponies now, and I understand that. It's not her fault, and it isn't yours, either. I'm the one who encouraged her to seek you out. Though, admittedly, I didn't know you'd fall into bed together the first time she did. You should know, her attraction to you is more than just lust. I'm certain of it."

"How can you be so calm about all of this? I think it would drive me mad," I say in disbelief.

"Because I love her, too. Mike was an amazing man, and I have never had reason to regret putting my faith and love in him. Lightning Dust is a wonderful pony, and my faith and love remain with her. I could see that it was tearing her up inside to no longer be physically attracted to me, especially now that she's met you. I can either be okay with it, and keep my relationship with her strong, or I can be a jealous bitch, and her mind will tear itself apart because she would never betray me. However, in her efforts to be true to me, she would betray her own heart, her own self, and it would rip her up inside. That is something I could not live with."

"Helen, you are one amazing woman. I can easily see why Dust fell in love with you when she was human. I'm really sorry that her change of form also broke her attraction to you," I grip Helen's hands tightly, looking deeply into her eyes. I see a wave of sadness roll through them, but she banishes it immediately, and smiles up at me.

"Yeah, it was kind of a bummer, but hey, we can't force who we're attracted to."

"Speaking of attraction... Dylan kissed me," I bring up, trying to change the subject from something that is obviously painful for her.

Helen laughs again, a melodious sound that brings a smile to my face, and says, "I wish I could have seen that! I can only imagine the look that must have been on your face!"

"Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise. I felt bad, but I couldn't lead him on, so we talked about it."

"Since I haven't seen him moping, you must have let him down pretty gently. Teenagers, so full of hormones," she sighs.

"Yeah. He took it fairly well. I think it may have more to do with him feeling like he has to be the man of the house, now that his dad, er... isn't," I blush.

Helen leans into me, "Thank you, for telling me that. Like any boy his age, he doesn't exactly share his feelings with us. I'll talk to him, and try to help him deal with this a little better."

"Just, do me a favor, and don't tell him I told you about his kissing me. I don't want him to feel embarrassed, or to think I'm a blabbermouth. He's really a great young man."

"Don't worry, I won't tell. He needs to feel he can trust someone, or is that somepony?" her lips turn up into another infectious smile.

"Either way works for me. Especially," I gesture to my body, "since I'm not exactly your typical pony..."

"I've been wondering about that, but didn't want to pry," she says, tilting her head up to look into my eyes, without pulling away from me.

Deciding to fully trust her, I launch into my tale, leaving nothing out. Somehow, by the end of it, she's sitting sideways in my lap, my arms wrapped around her, my chin resting atop her head.

She leans back to once again look me in the eyes, "Your life has been so full of pain and suffering. I'm so, so, so sorry that you've had to go through so much."

I'm not crying, though I suspect that it's because I don't have any more tears left right now, rather than that it doesn't bother me anymore. Helen grasps my face in her hands, pulling me down to her, and presses her lips lightly against mine. I return her kiss fiercely, my grip around her tightening with my emotions.

It's like a raging inferno of passion has infected our souls. The kiss quickly progresses, from a light press of lips, to a full-on open-mouth tongue-writhing make-out session.

When we finally come up for air, I realize what I'm doing, and say, "Oh god, I'm sorry Helen! I have no idea what's come over me."

She smirks up at me, and replies, "Oh, I have an idea. Don't you dare stop now!" Catching me off guard, she is able to push me backward, onto my back, on the bed. She drapes herself over me, bringing her luscious lips to bear on mine again.

My hands go to the hem of her shirt, quickly peeling it up and over her head, briefly breaking our passionate embrace. Our lips are quickly reunited, her tongue snaking in to trace my blunted teeth. I respond in kind, forcing my larger tongue past hers, and into her mouth. She groans softly as we taste each other.

Taking control, I grip Helen's body, and roll us so that I am on top. Leaning back, I look down into her eyes, and grin. Her lips curl up in a devilish smile in response. She gasps in surprise when I swoop down to take her right nipple between my teeth. I pull on it, stretching it out, before closing my lips around the fleshy nub and suckling like a newborn babe.

Helen cries out, wrapping her fingers in my mane, pullling me in tight to her chest. I slide my right hand up to knead her left breast, my left moves to her pants. I fumble with them for several seconds before simply ripping them from her hips. She shrieks in surprise at my show of strength. I blindly toss the tattered cloth away, bringing my hand back to her hip. I am surprised to find that in addition to no bra, she hadn't been wearing any panties, either.

Breaking my hold on her nipple, I whisper, "Oh my, you do seem to be naked."

She lets forth a throaty chuckle at my words, then grabs my mane and pulls me to her left breast. I gladly return to nibbling, and nursing, on her beautiful nub. I squeeze her tit-flesh firmly, thoroughly enjoying the feel of it under my fingertips. My free hand makes its way between her thighs, to her smooth mound. She is slippery with desire, her folds welcoming my invading digits.

Her moans get progressively louder, second by second, my fingers enticing more of her nectar to come forth. As her cries get louder, I become more aggressive with her breasts, alternating my attention between them. The passion in her voice increases my own, by leaps and bounds. I finally abandon her chest, slipping down between her legs to run my muzzle along her dripping slit. My tongue rasps along her womanhood, bringing me the delicious flavor of her ambrosia.

"Oh god, don't stop. Don't! Stop!" Helen screams.

I eagerly obey her command, driving my tongue deep into her. Her cries mount in pitch as she nears her peak. I run my thumb over her clit as I try to lick all the way to her womb.

Her screams become gasps, her back arches, her hands grip my head fiercely. My mouth is flooded with her cream.

It takes her several moments to come down from her high. She finally releases my head, and gasps out, "That. Was. Fucking. Amazing! You are really good at that! Did you know that?"

"Thank you. You taste rather wonderful, did you know that?" I return. She giggles.

The bedroom door slams against the wall, thrown open by unicorn magic. Helen and I turn to see Moon Shadow standing in the doorway. My head starts spinning.

"What the hell is going on here?!"