Soaring through the dark night sky from Ponyville proper to the nearby apple farm of Sweet Apple Acres, Cloud Blossom glanced over her shoulder at her passenger. “I'm staying with my folks since my uncle's place can be a bit noisy.” She said with a smile as she held her strong pale green wings out for a glide. 'Especially now Mac and Cheerilee have had their third foal,' the pale green mare thought as she flew along. 'Then again, Mac always had wanted a big family...'

Darkstar leant forward on her mount’s back. “That's the Apple farm, right?”

Cloud Blossom smiled a wide smile. Although she was a city mare, she was a farm filly at heart. She pointed to the few isolated lights in the middle distance that were gradually growing larger the nearer they flew. “Trees as far as the eye can see.”

“Trees?” Darkstar asked with a wry grin. “What are those? Don't have very many back home.” Looking forwards past the older mare’s blonde mane she could see, illuminated by the bright light of the moon, the vast fields of the sprawling family farm surrounding a central mass of buildings. She could just barely make out a large house and several barns and cattle sheds adjacent to it.

Laughing as she was well aware that there were trees in Canterlot, Cloud Blossom said, “These trees have stood literally for generations. There are really big berries on them; red, yellow, green, a few mixed colours as well as every variety of apple you can think off.”

“Aah, my attempt at humour worked!” Darkstar giggled like a little filly. “Good, because you have a sexy laugh.” The pure white unicorn licked slowly up Cloud Blossom’s left ear.

Cloud Blossom squirmed in mid-air and put them into a gradual descent, aiming for the Homestead’s front doorstep. “You do know there will be retribution for that.”

“Oh?” Darkstar again leant forward and purred sexily in the pegasus’s recently licked ear. “Like what?” Cloud Blossom simply maintained a smug little smile and landed quietly exactly where she meant to land, the darkness not hindering her landing in the slightest, and she waited for her passenger to hop off. “Well, if I'm gonna get retribution, I wanna have earned it.” She licked her ear a second time and this time she lit her horn, making the other ear feel like it was also being licked.

“GAHHHAAA!” Only just settled on her three hooves, Cloud Blossom jerked in total surprise at the – pleasurable – assault on her ears and threatened to buck her off of her back.

“Whoo! Wahoo!” Darkstar rode the jerking mare and, feeling the buck coming, she jumped off, landing flawlessly on her hind hooves in a pose that was accentuated by the skin tight yoga pants. “You enjoy my little spell?”

Cloud Blossom shivered, automatically flaring her wings for balance so as not to fall over. “Yeah, that was...wow!” She shook her head, ‘wow’ was right. There was no better word invented in the world to describe the mare currently posing in front of her, than ‘wow’. Clearing her head, the pale green mare smiled. “Come on in and meet the 'rents.” Politely she entered the large ancient wooden house first but held the door open for Darkstar to follow and called loudly, “Mommas! I brought a guest so just act like you always do since I know you won't change!”

“Why, thank you, kind Miss!” Darkstar said in her finest Canterlot accent and gave the pegasus a dainty bow and followed her inside out of the cool dark night into the welcome warm and brightly lit Homestead.

“Oh, hi there,” Fluttershy greeted her daughter and her guest with a wide generous smile. “Two more for dinner?”

Applejack followed close behind her wife to have a look not only at her fine filly but her guest as well. “There’s some fresh cider in the fridge.”

Darkstar, still giggling nervously as she walked in, as well as rubbing her yellow eyes to further help them adjust to the sudden brightness she found herself in. ‘Two legends...oh crap!’ She was very close to being overwhelmed again. “H-Hi! I'm Darkstar, I’m pleased to meet you both.”

“Hello Darkstar, I'm Fluttershy and this is Applejack.” The butter yellow pegasus, well into her fifties now as was all the members of their group of six, walked up and greeted the young white mare with a very gentle hug.

“I think most ponies know who you are.” Cloud Blossom commented with a smile.

“No reason not to be polite like, Blossom.” Applejack said, coming over to bump hooves with Darkstar before embracing her daughter like her wife had before her while Cloud Blossom did the standard 'my parents know nothing' eye roll in the kitchen of Sweet Apple Acres.

Feeling far more comfortable, having been put immediately at ease by these two legends that in fact turned out to be very normal ponies, Darkstar snickered, “what number eye roll was that? And it's very nice to meet you, Ma'am, and um, Ma'am.”

“Please come in,” Fluttershy pointed a wing towards the kitchen table, nestled in between the aga and the other kitchen essentials. “Would you like some of the cider or some tea?”

“Momma, I can serve her you know.” Cloud Blossom huffed as she carefully walked on her three legs over to the fridge, one of the few white appliances in the Homestead and not made out of wood. “I’m not crippled after all.”

“That's right, Flutters.” Applejack put her strong orange foreleg around Fluttershy’s shoulder. “Y'all come through into the great room when you're ready.” Tactfully the apple farmer steered her and her wife out of the kitchen to give her daughter and her stunningly pretty young date some space.

“Cider?” Cloud Blossom asked from the open fridge.

“Sweet Luna yes please, sexy.” Darkstar took a seating pad at the kitchen table. Although she had been made very welcome in the farm house, she was grateful to have been left alone with the mare she idolised.

“Ain’t the hard cider, that is out of season.” Cloud Blossom returned to the kitchen table with two pop top bottles under her pale green wing and she sat herself at the table next to Darkstar, the bottles set between them. “Ground rules?” She said with a kind smile.

Darkstar took the bottle up in her glowing yellow magic and took a delicate little sip of the light cider inside and nodded her agreement. “Ground rules.”

“Before I just rut you senseless.” Cloud Blossom said, stating her intentions plainly with a salacious wink, and they heard giggling coming through the wooden walls from the other room.

Darkstar almost dropped her bottle, but thankfully she quickly recovered her composure. “Mmmm, sounds like somepony's keen, you sweet talker you.” She purred, giving the older pale green mare her weapons grade bedroom eyes.

‘Oh sweet Celestia’s fetlock she is damn sexy!’ Cloud Blossom struggled to control her wings. She placed her bottle on the kitchen table and looked deep into those sexy dangerous beautiful eyes. “Aunt Rarity knows what she is talking about. Is this just a fling for you?”

“No.” Darkstar sipped her light cider from the bottle. While she wasn’t certain of where this was going, or of what was going to happen, she was certain of one thing. “No, Cloud Blossom, I don't do flings.” She said definitely. “I am curious, and I wanna have some like-minded fun. And, I've admired you for a long time.”

Cloud Blossom smiled, put at ease by the young unicorn’s frank honesty. “And, I don't want to do anything or have you do anything that will make you uncomfortable.” She then had a sly thought and said, a little louder to make sure she was overhead by the two mares she was sure was listening. “You know, like hot oil, linoleum and a squirrel.”

Sure enough, from other room, Fluttershy’s voice wafted through the walls. “I told you to leave Mr. Fluffums alone!” A split second later they heard Applejack’s laughter.

When Cloud Blossom burst out laughing, Darkstar joined in as well. “Hmm, well, that does sound like a story, but I don't like hot oil.” She waggled her eyebrows in a sexy manner. “But rope's alright though.”

“Y’all owe me five bits!” Applejack called out once the laughter had died down.

‘Ropes are alright, are they?’ Cloud Blossom smiled at the young white mare and slowly took a sip of her cider. “Well, as it happens I have learned a few rope tricks over the years.” Seeing the faint tinge of a blush colour those perfect white cheeks, she asked, “You do like stallions?”

“Yes,” Darkstar replied, momentarily glancing at the table top and wondering where this was going, “I like stallions.”

“You’ve been with a stallion?”

Darkstar’s faint blush became a very bright red blush. She really didn’t like to admit it out loud, and even her friends had the good grace to not talk about it. Even Air Raid, not known for her tact, observed this. “Yes I have, been with one stallion, a few times.”

“Did you like it?”

Darkstar almost choked on the cider she was trying to swallow. Even her friends hadn’t asked her that, but here and now she decided honesty was the best policy. “It um...” she started, still blushing very hard, “it was alright.”

Now Cloud Blossom was very interested. Leaning on the table she rested the cider bottle on the wooden surface and her forehoof on Darkstar’s thigh. “Do tell, what did the two of you do? I want details.”

“He ah...” ‘Luna above this is embarrassing…’ “we were experimenting.” Although she was a very bright red, she managed a little giggle. “He was very gentle. He mounted me from behind.”

“That is pretty standard. No fellatio or cunnilingus?” Cloud Blossom asked, earning herself a loud snort from the listening Applejack in the other room.

“Oh yes, we did that first.” Darkstar wanted very much to hide away and combust. Definitely combust. “He was enthusiastic but I don't think I was very good, not at first anyway.”

“Does take practice,” Cloud Blossom commented, shooting her ‘date’ a half lidded look of her own as she proceeded to take her cider bottle deeper in her mouth than was strictly necessary. “Ever thought about being a stallion?”

“Yeah…” Darkstar bit her lip and the flush returned to her cheeks. A flush that had nothing whatever to do with the heat coming from the nearby aga. “The ah, the thought has occurred to me,” she gave the pale green mare a long hard look, “once or twice.”

“I've played the stallion too.”

Darkstar took up her bottle and drained her cider, finishing it off in one long swallow. “I'm willing to give it a try.”

Cloud Blossom leant in close to the younger mare and whispered, “You ever done salt lick?”

‘Salt lick? Wow…’ Darkstar shook her grey maned head, her yellow eyes wide. “No, Brightstar said I had to be old enough first.”

Cloud Blossom chuckled, given that the age of consent was eighteen and she was nineteen, “More like wise enough.” In a louder voice she called out through the wall, “Momma, can I please use your toy chest?”

Fluttershy answered her daughter first. “Of course you can!”

“Just clean up after.” Applejack’s deep country voice carried through the wooden wall close after.

“I'd like to try it though,” Darkstar said quietly, the same blush lighting up her face at the mention of her brother as she had worn when she had been talking about the stallion she had been with. “It seems like a night for trying new things.”

‘Oh yes, yes it most certainly is…’ Cloud Blossom finished off her bottle and set it down on the kitchen table. “Come on, let's go join the 'rents so they can grill you.” She carefully got up with a giggle just as Fluttershy’s soft voice shouted indignantly, “Blossom!”

“Well, they're practically with us anyway.” Darkstar sniggered, referring to the rather thin wooden walls of the Homestead. “Hey, can I get another bottle?”

Cloud Blossom smiled, “Of course. Privacy is just another illusion after all.”

Just to prove that point, Applejack called through again, “Bring two for us while you're at it!”

“Yes Ma'am!” Passing the fridge, Darkstar opened it with a forehoof and lit her horn, levitating four bottles of the light Sweet Apple cider and carrying them in her glowing yellow aura through into the great room. Walking through, Darkstar noted the creak of the old floorboards, especially she noted the lack of the cooking smells from the aga only to be replaced by the wood and coal burning on the open fire that lit and heated the entire room. In the great room, Applejack and Fluttershy were sharing the love-seating pad and there was a larger couch sized seating pad available along with a couple of smaller seating pads scattered around the room.

Floating over a bottle of cider to Applejack and one to Fluttershy, Darkstar carried two with her in her aura over to the couch. On her way over she noticed the older mare’s eyes boring into her like diamond tipped deep earth drills. Shoving her misgivings to the back of her mind she glanced around the great room, particularly at the many paintings – the largest of these were of two foals, entitled ‘Hush and Apple Kicker, 2002’ – and flopped gracefully onto the couch. “I’d like to thank you, for having me in your home, Ma'am’s.”

“Oh, it is alright.” Fluttershy commented with a smile, taking the bottle in her hoof that wasn’t cuddling her wife. “Guests are nice.” Held in her embrace, Applejack took her bottle but said nothing, instead her green eyes stared silently at the pure white mare. She’d seen where she had been looking.

Making a mental note to ask Cloud Blossom who Hush and Apple Kicker were, Darkstar instead turned her attention to the older snuggling mares, Applejack in particular. “You do have a very nice place, Ma'am.”

At that, Applejack laughed, her toned muscular flanks rippling with mirth. “Yeah, ‘rustic’ is what Blossom calls it.”

“It is so not Canterlot.” Cloud Blossom put in, hovering across the great room to fill up the remaining space on the couch and taking her bottle from Darkstar’s aura.

“No it isn't,” Darkstar took another long look around the fire-lit great room and snuggled into Cloud Blossom’s barrel under her wing. “I guess that's what I like about it.”

Fluttershy nodded and took a long sip of her cider. She was starting to like this young mare. She had a nice ‘feel’ to her. “It is nice and cosy.”

Cloud Blossom giggled and draped her wing over her date’s flank. “You can say that, it’s about two thirds of the space I have.”

Darkstar sipped at her own drink. “Hmm…everything Canterlot isn't.” She couldn’t help but sound a little bitter. It wasn’t for these ponies to know that her house was cold and dark, with just her as the lone occupant. They weren’t to know her brother was in Fillydelphia and her mum was…was where she was. This was what a proper home should be like.

Applejack caught the bitter tone, but with nothing else to go on, she thought nothing of it. “Big enough,” she said simply.

“Yeah,” Cloud Blossom snickered behind her hoof, so much so that she almost spilled her cider. “Especially with Uncle Mac and Aunt Cheerliee having their own place. With thicker walls.” Even Fluttershy giggled at that.

Cuddling next to her date, Darkstar giggled, mostly to cover up the fact that she had basically thrown herself at Cloud Blossom’s uncle just a few hours earlier. “Your walls are a little thin.”

“Enough to hold up the ceiling.” Applejack commented, still reserving her judgement of this young unicorn.

“Just try not to lean against them.” Fluttershy added helpfully, earning herself a fresh round of giggles from her daughter.

Quietly, Darkstar giggled and finished the rest of her cider. She knew she was being judged, assessed, and critiqued. She’d seen the kind of faces on other ponies throughout the last five years, ever since her mother had gone into the hospital for her illness. Best to head it off. “So, Cloudy said I was to be grilled?”

Fluttershy and Applejack both finished their drinks at the same time and, setting their empty bottles down they shared a ‘look’ between them. A look that carried a whole conversation silently between the two married ponies. Both of them were silently impressed with the nerve of the young mare’s forthrightness. “Hmm, I don't think I'm short of Timberwolf chow…” Fluttershy teased.

Applejack smiled, her liking for this unicorn going up a few notches. “We could just sauté her instead?”

Darkstar laughed, feeling more and more at ease all the time. Snuggling next to Cloud Blossom helped with that. A lot. “I'd prefer a gentle roasting…”

“Ah'm sure our filly can handle herself.” Applejack said gently but firmly, all but giving them her blessing.

“It is okay to be straight, but...” Fluttershy started then she paused, desiring the answer to one last question of the white mare before she decided. “Why my Blossom?”

Darkstar paused for a long few moments, soaking up the welcome heat from the open fire before she replied. “I'm a huge fan of hers, Ma'am. I've admired her and her work for ages, and I think she's pretty. Really pretty. Plus she loved the dance I did for her in Sugarcube Corner.”

“Like attracts like.” Applejack said, finally satisfied.

After a long few moments, Fluttershy nodded. “Okay.”

“Ah’ll tell ya what, Sugarcube.” Applejack had a wide, relaxed and easy grin on her face now. “You screw up and Ah'll sit on Flutters till you get away.”

“Ah yes, Ms. Rarity warned me about that.” Darkstar returned the orange farm mare’s smile. “I assure you I'm not out to hurt anypony, least of all your daughter, and I couldn't hide anything in these yoga pants.”

“Yes…” Fluttershy’s eyes lingered now on said yoga pants - not that she hadn’t looked at them before now – in an undisguised appreciative leer. “That is very true.”

Cloud Blossom breathed an audible sigh of relief once she realised her parents had given her and her date their approval. “What she said.”

“So ah, we're all good?” Darkstar asked from under her feathery blanket, her cutie mark of three black stars barely visible through the stretched tight yoga pants.

“Ah'm happy with what Ah got,” Applejack nodded.

“True,” Fluttershy agreed. “I'll have to take Blossom's word for it.”

Cloud Blossom giggled. “I know I'm good.”

“Thank you Ma'am.” With a sly grin, seeing as Cloud Blossom was looking at her parents and not at her, she lit her horn and made her voice sound in both of her ears at once. “And, thank you, too.”

As Cloud Blossom shuddered from the effect of the illusion spell, Applejack sniggered. “Ha!” The old orange earth pony snorted, slapping her thigh, “Now you know what Ah went through with Twi and Rarara.”

Fluttershy giggled, “So,” the butter yellow pegasus started, gently pulling herself from her wife’s embrace, “dinner first or do you both need to work up an appetite?”

“Illusions are my talent, Ma'am.” Darkstar nuzzled Cloud Blossom’s neck and smiled a very proud smile indeed. “And ah, if you don't mind, I'd like to join you all for dinner.”

Applejack stood from the seating pad that she had been sharing with her wife and stretched her toned muscled legs as the large clock began to chime eight. She decided that she really rather liked this mare. “That gal has her priorities straight!”

“Plus, you're cooking today.” Fluttershy put in, openly admiring the farmer’s hindquarters in the firelight.

“Well then, Ah best get it started.”

Fluttershy let out a delicate giggle as Applejack walked out of the great room to the kitchen, delicious scents of whatever was cooking in the aga wafting in on the air as she opened the connecting door. “She was waiting for the two of you so she could start.”

With both of her parents now out of the great room and in the kitchen, Cloud Blossom, feeling a heat in her hindquarters that had absolutely everything to do with the very attractive young unicorn and her extremely tight yoga pants nestling next to her, turned her head and kissed her forehead. “Want to come look at some etchings?” She purred with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

‘Yes! Oh yes!’ Darkstar’s heart skipped several beats. They were going to do this! “Hmm, do I ever!” She replied huskily with her second best bedroom eyes. Not quite weapons grade, but not far away either.

Fluttershy’s pastel pink maned head reappeared in the open door space as the two younger mares got up from their embrace on the couch. She had a hoof over her mouth to stifle her giggles, an effort that wasn’t really working. At all. “You'll see why she took up sculpting.”

“Momma!” Cloud Blossom had an outraged look on her face and she stomped her forehoof on the great room’s floorboards, almost unbalancing on her two legs as Darkstar quickly offered her support while snorting out several loud laughs. When Fluttershy disappeared into the kitchen – still giggling like a filly – Cloud Blossom silenced the unicorn’s laugh with a well-placed lick straight up the inside of her white ear, then the pale green mare led the way up the creaking wooden stairs to what had been, long ago, her room. “I'd say it might be dusty, but I know Momma Shy wouldn't let that happen.” She said over her shoulder as they stood outside the bedroom.

“I'm the same at home,” Darkstar giggled, she was happy to clean for the stallion she lived with, especially as Brightstar was useless with a duster. “Dust is my eternal enemy.”

Cloud Blossom hoofed open the plain looking wooden door, decorated with just her cutie mark of a crossed hammer and chisel inside an apple to denote the room once belonged to her. “When you sculpt in stone you learn to ignore dust.”

“Oh…oh I bet...” Darkstar commented and as Cloud Blossom stood aside she walked into the ten foot by twelve foot room. The size of the bedroom wasn’t surprising, nor was the double bed at its centre. No, what took Darkstar’s attention was the hundreds of paintings pinned on the walls. Curled and yellowed with age, there were drawings from her earliest age up to her mid-teens. Paintings of apple trees, of the farm and of her family – again there was those two mystery foals - from there to her late teens. Wood carvings were scattered around the edges of the bedroom, ranging from crude to finished, and in pride of place there was one stone statuette of Applejack and Fluttershy dressed in beautiful flowing wedding dresses dancing.

“Teehee...” the white mare, looking around the room and taking it all in, giggled behind her hoof. “No offence Cloudy, but your sculptures are way better than the pictures.” Carefully approaching the two foot high statuette, she appreciated the sheer realism of it, the detail, how alive it seemed to be. “Wow...you can see the movement, the fluidity, how'd you do it?”

Stepping into her old room, Cloud Blossom pointed a wingtip to a very old and crude crayon drawing of two indistinct ‘somethings’ coloured orange and yellow. “Start there and work your way forward.”

“I mean,” Darkstar started as she very, very carefully walked all around the statuette, studying every single detail, “you can easily believe they're actually dancing!” Her study complete, she lit her horn and in a yellow glow she created a millimetre perfect replica of the sculpture, right down to the crowns of flowers they wore and proceeded to make it dance gracefully around the bedroom floor.

“Oh Wow!” Cloud Blossom was stunned. ‘Wow’ didn’t even cover it. She’d never in her life seen magic like this. Her mouth hung comically as she watched the statuette of her parents dance around her. She’d seen videos of the event, been made to watch them when she had been particularly naughty, and she was amazed that the dance was startlingly real. “That is really neat.”

“I thank you my lady.” To generous applause, Darkstar took a low bow, as did the dancing statuette.

Critically, Cloud Blossom studied the illusion, admiring just how perfect the magic was – from one artist to another - how much skill had gone into casting that spell. “I see how you can copy with an illusion, but how do you make them move when you have nothing to base it against?” She asked in wonder.

“Magic,” Darkstar said proudly, “That and I saw your mothers’ walking just now, so I used that as a base to start from, and there's so much movement in this piece as it is, it was easy really.” She giggled at the pegasus’s response, “they're awesome for pranks.”

At the utterance of the word ‘pranks’ Cloud Blossom’s blue eyes narrowed slightly. Just slightly, but it was enough to be noticed, although it passed after just a moment. “When I sculpt I remove what isn’t in my mind’s eye. You do the reverse. I think that is why I carve. In painting you had to add.”

“Hey...are you ok?” Darkstar asked as she cancelled her spell and the illusionary statuette faded away. “You kinda had a 'look' going on there.”

“Nope,” Cloud Blossom denied with a definite shake of her head. “I’m doing just fine.” She then pointed out one wood carving in particular that stood amongst several on the windowsill with a wingtip. Unlike its neighbours this one was finished. Very, very finished. “There is the etching I wanted to show you.”

Darkstar however was unconvinced. “I'm an illusionist Cloudy. I notice details. It's cool though if you don't wanna share just yet.” She stepped up and looked at the etching that the artist had pointed out to her. Sculpted in perfect detail was the back side of a mare with a lifted tail, every single little detail was attended to, so much so that the unicorn had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.

Cloud Blossom giggled as her date observed the piece very closely. “My Mommas alternate which one says she is going to toss that into the fireplace.”

Darkstar giggled in turn. “And yet it's still here.” She said while studying it, not looking away. “Very nice attention to detail.” Idly she wondered just whom the piece had been based on.

Sidling close to Darkstar’s flank, she whispered, “That was when I realized I rather liked the lack of dangly bits.”

Tilting her head, Darkstar purred into the pegasus’s right ear. “You'll have to do me.”

“Posing for a statue takes a long time.”

“Oh,” Darkstar said with a smile and a kiss all along Cloud Blossom’s pale green jawline. “I'm sure I can handle it.”

Again, Cloud Blossom giggled that cute giggle that Darkstar had grown to love. “Maybe you can visit my studio in Canterlot sometime, then.”

“In these very yoga pants.” Darkstar worked her way back up the older mare’s jawline and licked her ear with a smile. “I did this one pose, and a particular spell, for your aunts. It had quite the effect on Ms. Rarity. Wanna see?”

“Go for it.” Cloud, eager to see any magic from this skilled young mare, nodded her head ‘yes’.

“Alrighty, just a sec.” Getting herself in an open bit of floor, Darkstar concentrated hard, lighting her horn and casting what had become her signature spell. Again, the yellow magic pulsed from her horn and once she was sure the Desire spell had taken effect the lithe young unicorn performed the same pose she had for Rarity in Carousel Boutique, lifting her right hind leg up alongside her head in a standing split. “Ta da!”

Watching Darkstar’s horn light up, Cloud Blossom gave a loud audible gasp of disbelief. The white unicorn in front of her shimmered out of existence and in her place she saw the very sexy mail mare from Canterlot that always delivered her post. “It's...it’s you...” in a stunned daze she moved forward towards the dark blue pegasus with her long sky blue mane and wrapped her up in a very tight hug.

“Hey sexy…” Darkstar purred, of course had no idea just whom Cloud Blossom was seeing with her Desire spell in effect. She just knew that whomever it was, was having an effect on her. In the artist’s embrace she went with the wonderful moment and wrapped her forelegs around her neck.

“Any special deliveries for me today?” Cloud asked, her wings very hard and erect.

“Just one,” Darkstar leaned in and gently kissed the tip of Cloud’s nose. As she did so, Cloud Blossom, completely lost in the perfect moment, moved her muzzle up to kiss Darkstar’s lips in a deep passionate loving kiss. Returning the kiss with her tongue slid deep in the older pony’s mouth, the white mare decided to drop the spell and pulled Cloud tighter into the hug, kissing her as deeply as she herself was being kissed.

Continuing with her blue eyes closed, Cloud Blossom didn’t notice the dark blue pegasus mare shimmer out of existence to be replaced by the very real figure of Darkstar who had her forehoof in the mare’s blonde mane running up the back of Cloud's head, stroking her ear as she kissed her lips.

A very light tap on the door a moment later interrupted the two mare’s make out session. “Dinner is ready.” Came Fluttershy’s soft voice through the door.

“MmMmmm!” Darkstar murmured her acknowledgement, not pulling away from the embrace she was in or the kiss.

Hearing her mother’s voice, Cloud Blossom opened her eyes. Comically, with her lips still locked to the white unicorn’s own, her blue eyes blinked and went very wide as she realised that this wasn’t the mail mare she was kissing. “Oh! Darkstar!” She backed away, a bright red tinge colouring her cheeks. “I'm sorry.”

Darkstar just smiled, her forelegs still wrapped around the pegasus’s neck. “Sorry for what, silly?”

“I-I-I th-thought…” Cloud stuttered, desperately trying to recover her composure after THAT kiss. “That spell...wow, it is powerful.”

“Yes it is.” Darkstar nodded and kissed her nose. “It took me aaaaages to learn it.” Finally releasing the hug the pure white unicorn stood aside from the door to allow the older mare to leave before her. “Who did you see, by the way?”

Cloud Blossom shook her head in an attempt to clear the last few lingering cobwebs of the Desire spell. “An old fling, that’s all.” She then decided it was best she change the subject. “Hey, we best get down there before Momma Jack comes looking for us.”

“You got it, sexy.” Darkstar sauntered out of the bedroom with her grey tail held up high and to one side, the very tight yoga pants showing off every little last detail of her marehood. Smiling, she lit her horn and made her voice sound in the following mare’s ear. “Damn, you're a good kisser.”

“Did Aunt Pinkie and Rarity see each other?” Cloud Blossom wondered as she eagerly followed the behind so perfect it was as if she had sculpted it herself.

“Yes they did.” Darkstar commented over her shoulder as she gave an exaggerated – and wholly unnecessary - sway to her hips. “Your Aunt Rarity thought it was good measure to cuff herself to the table before I cast it. Just in case.”

Having experienced the effects of the unicorn’s illusionary magic first hoof, Cloud Blossom had to agree. “I've learned long ago that Aunt Pinkie will always show up when you least expect it.”

Darkstar nodded. “I noticed it was when Ms. Rarity used her name.” With that both ponies walked down the stairs, through the fire-warmed great room and into the Homestead’s ‘rustic’ (according to Cloud) kitchen. Had the young mare not already met two of the four very famous ponies sat in the kitchen earlier that evening, she might’ve been overwhelmed. As it was she was just mildly stunned.

Entering the kitchen, the large wooden table was set for six places, as in addition to Applejack and Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie Pie were there, with the last two seating places reserved for Cloud and her date. All eyes were upon the two blushing mares as they walked in, especially as Applejack had refused to serve anypony until they had arrived. “Well now, sure is nice for the two of you to finally join us,” the farmer gave a good natured smile and at last began to serve the meal that had been in the aga.

“Ahem…” Darkstar coughed delicately, “Cloudy was having fun showing me her um, her etchings, Ma'am.”

Rarity laughed a very ladylike laugh, “Well it was the best side of that mare, after all.”

“Now, if she will tell us who the mare was?” Pinkie Pie interjected, smiling a wide smile as Applejack began to serve several large platters to the table.

Darkstar took her seating pad next to Cloud Blossom, her mouth starting to water profusely as courgette falafels with tzatziki were placed alongside a tray of charred artichoke and goat's cheese pasta, as well as a third platter containing gorgonzola tartlets. Topping it all off was a tofu chocolate tart and a barbecued pineapple. For a few moments Darkstar had quite forgotten what it was she was going to say. Once everypony had started to fill their own plates did she remember. “Well, whomever she was, she had a wonderfully 'proportioned' backside.”

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“That was a really nice meal, Jackie.” Fluttershy said, breaking the pleasant silence after a good forty five minutes while the group of six were occupied with consuming the wonderful meal provided for them by her wife. “Pinkie,” she addressed the pink party mare, “you said you brought a dessert for us?”

Pinkie Pie drained her tall glass of pumpkin juice and flashed her friend a wide smile. “Yuppers! You'll never guess what it is!”

“Something with apples?” Cloud Blossom raised her hoof and nudged Darkstar’s barrel with a grin.

Pinkie looked genuinely shocked. “Did you peek?”

Darkstar giggled at her place at the table, she had eaten her fill, although she had consumed considerably less than anypony else present at the dinner. One didn’t eat what they wanted and keep a dancer’s figure. Still, her plate and her bowl, like all the others, were empty and wiped clean. “More of an educated guess I think, Ma'am.”

“Sorry Aunt Pinkie,” Cloud Blossom smiled sheepishly, refilling her empty glass from the pitcher of pumpkin juice nearest to her. “But, when you said never, I figured you wouldn't think we'd guess apples since that is what Momma Jack would have made.”

Rarity took a delicate sip of her juice. “She does have you there, love.”

“And, I'm sure it will taste fantastic as all your desserts do.” Fluttershy added diplomatically as she got up from the table and bought over six clean dessert bowls from the seemingly limitless cupboards that lined the walls of the fitted kitchen.

Laughing joyously, Pinkie Pie reached a hoof into her puffy pink mane and pulled out a steaming hot apple and rhubarb cobbler. Complete with custard. “Still didn't guess the super-secret ingredient of rhubarb!” She cheered and laid the cobbler on the table to a round of general hoof clapping at the dessert’s presentation.

Darkstar took a double then triple take, finally looking at it more than a little bemused. ‘Definitely. Pulled that. From her mane...’ she had seen it, with her own eyes. There was no mistaking it. There it was, a steaming – steaming! – hot dessert, with custard, produced from her mane, with not a hair out of place or covering the cobbler. “Huh...um...yeah,” she stammered, “Ma'am that looks amazing! From...your…mane…”

Leaning over to her confused date, Cloud Blossom whispered loudly, “Don't question it, Darkie.”

“I think my love has a whole alternate universe in there.” Rarity smiled and lit her horn, helpfully levitating all of the used and dirty dishes and cutlery over to the large sink to make room for the bowls that Fluttershy was laying out.

“Uh huh...” Darkstar shook her head with a smile, deciding it was better to not think about it. Instead she thought about how amazing the apple and rhubarb cobbler, custard and all, which Pinkie Pie was serving out, was going to taste. She also thought it best not to worry how everypony seemed to get half a bowl full from just one dessert. She was just shaking her head in wonder for what felt like the millionth time when she heard her cell phone ring. Lighting her horn she levitated it from her saddlebag across the room and saw the call was from Air Raid. “Do excuse me please, I won't be a moment.” With nods from the other mares, Darkstar got up and gave Cloud Blossom a generous sway of her yoga clad ass as she walked through to the great room. “What's up, Raid?”

“Where are you?” Air Raid’s voice sounded full of worry and concern down the phone. “You haven't come back.”

“And I'm worried!” Cyclone’s voice came over the line, sounding just as worried as she said she was.

“There's no need to worry,” Darkstar sighed a slightly irritated sigh at her friends. Part of her was glad they had called, if only to make sure she wasn’t laid up in a ditch somewhere or being attacked by some monster, but the other part was annoyed that they’d disregarded her message. “I sent Raid that text, remember? I'm at Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Yeah right,” came Air Raid’s disbelieving snort, “you mean a park bench somewhere.”

“I am NOT on a park bench!” Darkstar insisted, annoyed further by Cyclone’s laughter at Air Raid’s taunt. “I assure you, I'm where I say I am!”

“Alright Darkie, joke's over now, c'mon…”

Cyclone cut across her marefriend before Darkstar could answer her. “We thought you might like company for dinner, and there is still that bottle of wine from earlier.”

Darkstar couldn’t believe this! In the great room, by the light and the heat of the waning fire, the pure white unicorn stomped her hoof on the bare lacquered floorboards. “Cy, you too, really? I've had dinner, I'm at Sweet Apple Acres. I'm with Cloud Blossom, on a date!”

Cyclone didn’t know who that was, and she shot Air Raid a questioning look on the hotel bed where they were both sat. Air Raid however did know just who that was. She just didn’t believe her friend was on a date. With her. “Cloud Blossom, the artist?” She asked incredulously, “Darkie why would you be on a date with her? You're straight!”

“Yes!” Darkstar stomped her hoof again, her friend’s disbelief now fuelling a rare anger in her and she raised her voice. “Cloud Blossom! I'm. On. A. Date!”

Seated in the kitchen, Cloud Blossom fidgeted uncomfortably in the company of her parents and two of her aunts as Darkstar’s irate tone carried through from the great room. After hearing her protest she was in fact on a date, the pale green pegasus decided she had heard enough. “Excuse me please.” Getting up, she walked into the great room. “There a problem, Darkie?” She enquired of her date.

Darkstar gave the older mare a relieved smile. “Yeah there's a problem, my 'friends' don't think I'm here, with you.”

“C'mon Darkie,” Air Raid interjected, “we all know it's a prank.”

“Hey,” Cloud put in loudly, making sure she was heard on the other end of the call, “I find it hard to believe you'd go out with somepony like me.” She giggled when Darkstar stuck out her tongue. “So these friends are?”

“The ones making whoopee in the hotel room!” Rarity called from the kitchen, earning herself a snorted laugh from Applejack and Fluttershy.

Air Raid shot Cyclone a disbelievingly sceptical look. They had both known the unicorn to change her voice in the past. “Darkie, the game's up, hun.”

“FINE!” Darkstar’d had more than enough. Holding her cell phone in her yellow aura she magically activated the video call function and pointed the camera to her date. “Cloudy, please say ‘hi’ to Raid.”

Smiling at the frankly stunned and amazed lime green mare in the cell phone’s little screen, Cloud Blossom waved her hoof. “Hi Raid, but I can do one better. Auntie Pinkie, is there extra dessert?”

“Always.” Pinkie Pie’s voice wafted through from the kitchen, “Enough for two more.”

“Where are they at?” Cloud asked Darkstar quietly.

‘Enough for two more? Two more?’ Darkstar didn’t even know how there was enough of the dessert for them, let alone two more. ‘Right…don’t think about it…’ “They're at the Manefair Hotel, sexy.”

On the other end of the call, in said hotel room, Air Raid did indeed looked stunned. “That's...oh jeez, that's actually her!”

“Please don't tarry, love.” Rarity smiled at her wife. She knew exactly what her lover and her niece had in mind. It was all she could do not to burst out laughing then and there. “Your dessert is far less fattening if you watch me eat it.”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie beamed a wide smile and scooped up what was left of the apple and rhubarb cobbler and stored it safely in her mane before disappearing from the Homestead in a pink coloured blur of motion.

“Four, three,” Cloud Blossom began counting down the moment she heard the main door close, “two, one.” The moment the pale green mare finished the syllable of ‘one’, Darkstar heard a loud cheery knock at the door to the hotel room through the phone.

Not expecting anypony, Cyclone sat up. “Who could that be?” She shrugged her black shoulders. “I'll get it.”

If Darkstar was amazed before, she was in another world now. She felt like a foal being taken to see a stage magic show. “Has Ms. Pinkie just...all that way?” She wondered in awe.

Cloud Blossom gave a loud stage whisper, “Don't tell her she is slowing down.”

Fluttershy of course heard what her twenty five year old daughter had whispered. “You're not too old to spank!” She called, earning herself a giggle from Cloud.

Just then, down the phone, Darkstar heard Cyclone open the door, and at the same time there was a riotous explosion of light, sound and confetti – tons of confetti showered across her phone’s screen, and were those inflated balloons? – that signified a party cannon being detonated in a confined space. “Special delivery for the friends of my niece's date!” Without another word, Pinkie Pie left the steaming hot dessert and closed the door.

Closest to the force of nature that just blew in, Cyclone’s turquoise mane was blown horizontally backwards. “Whaaaa?”

“O-Okay...” Air Raid was similarly stunned, especially at the streamers and balloons that now hung from their room’s ceiling where a moment before there was none (and WHERE had that disco ball come from?), “what in the wide world of Equestria just happened?”

“Enough proof that Darkie is spending the night with me here at Sweet Apple Acres.” Cloud Blossom answered down the phone.

“Huh...yeah...” Air Raid gasped, “I um, I see that. Darkie, I'm sorry.”

Cloud Blossom laughed some more, a split second later the main door of the farmhouse opened and closed again and Pinkie Pie’s voice, not even vaguely out of breath, called out, “I’m back Rarebear, so you finish that dessert!”

“Yes love,” Rarity smiled and nodded her head, “that I will.”

“Raid,” Darkstar giggled, “we're all good.”

“Yeah, again, I’m sorry about that...” Air Raid stammered, absently she hung up her phone.

When Darkstar floated her phone back into her saddlebag, Cloud Blossom gave the white mare a tight feathery hug, wrapping her pale green wings around her shoulders. “It is good to have friends like that to look out for you. Come on, let's finish Aunt Pinkie's dessert and then we can take this elsewhere.”

Returning the embrace, Darkstar quickly and affectionately kissed Cloud’s nose. “I think that's a plan.” When they walked back into the kitchen from the great room, the other four older mares were busy eating their desserts when Darkstar and Cloud Blossom retook their seating pads at the table. “Ms. Pinkie...” the white unicorn started, “how ever did you make it all the way there and back again?”

“Well,” when Pinkie Pie answered, she was at first looking confused that the young mare was even asking. “I went out the kitchen door, and then I turned left to go to Ponyville. I followed the path to town and then took the third right by that blueberry bush. You know the one, Rarebear, it is next to the green house and has the best blueberries…”

“I do, love, and they are divine.” Rarity put in when her wife paused for breath, “And to further answer your question Darkstar, she used her magic!”

Pinkie nonchalantly waved her forehooves in the air. “Yeah, magic!”

Again, Cloud Blossom gave her date the ‘don’t question it’ look. Darkstar just giggled. “Alrighty. Magic it is, Ms. Rarity.” Lighting her horn she picked up her spoon and started to eat her apple and rhubarb dessert. To say it had been deep in a mare’s mane, it was amazing. “Oh sweet Luna, this is magic!”

“Yes it is,” Rarity agreed as she daintily ate her dessert. “I'm surprised I don't have a flank like Princess Celestia.”

“Rarity!” Fluttershy gave her close friend a scandalised look and Applejack almost fell over she was laughing so hard.

“Yeah,” Darkstar snorted out a laugh, “yeah, she is pretty generously proportioned.” Darkstar’s laugh quickly died on her lips though when almost immediately Fluttershy gave her a brief and – thankfully – mild, form of the 'stare' before returning to her dessert. “I mean…um…” the young mare mumbled, blushing profusely as Applejack sat back up and quietly resumed eating, “ah, um…” she took a small mouthful. “Sorry.”

Going back to her dessert, Fluttershy simply smiled at the young white unicorn, while Cloud Blossom smirked. Her mother’s stare was so much worse than her spankings, as her date had just realised. The rest of the group ate like nothing at all had happened, and Darkstar, left to her thoughts, quietly went a bright red as she ate the rest of her apple and rhubarb cobbler. Timing herself, Cloud made sure to finish her own bowl when Darkstar emptied her bowl. “Thank you, Aunt Pinkie for the dessert!” Cloud then gave Darkstar a half lidded look, “If you will excuse us, I'm going to examine this lovely model for potential artwork.”

Applejack wasn’t convinced. “Right...”

Very thankful for the much needed reprieve, Darkstar not so much as got up, rather she jumped up from her seating pad. “Yes please do excuse us, I really need to be examined.”

Pinkie’s eyes were alive with excitement. “Is this like the time we played doctor and nur...” she never got to finish her sentence however as she was silenced by a white hoof to her mouth.

“Yes,” Rarity said, a faint tinge colouring her white cheeks, “and we should go back to the boutique to continue that game.” Pinkie nodded her head, still with her wife’s hoof in her mouth.

On her hooves, Darkstar giggled and walked sexily over to Cloud Blossom, who had likewise stood from the table. “I'm all yours.”

Grinning, Cloud led her date out of the kitchen, through the great room and up the stairs to her old bedroom. “Go on into my room and get comfy. I need to pick up a few things in Mommas room.”

“Alrighty!” Darkstar leant forwards and delicately kissed the pale green pegasus’s nose, “don't make me miss you…” she purred and sauntered, swaying ass and all, into the bedroom.

Cloud Blossom was gone perhaps two minutes, barely enough time for Darkstar to arrange herself in as alluring a fashion as she could manage on her old bed, when she walked in with a battered old red duffel bag balanced on her back. Open mouthed at the sight that greeted her – Darkstar had her pure unblemished back to her and was giving her a smouldering over the shoulder look with her grey mane pulled down - she set the bag down at the side of the bed. “First, I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, because that would make me sad.”

“I won't, pretty mare,” Darkstar smiled up at her, “I promise.”

Cloud Blossom opened up a side pocket in the bag, then she reached into it and the small box inside and she pulled out a small crystal of rock salt. “You say you never tried this?”

“That’s right,” Darkstar nodded her head, her yellow eyes locked on the chunk of salt held in her date’s hoof. “I’ve wanted to try it though.”

“So far I've not found it addictive, but it is a lot like alcohol.” Cloud Blossom explained as she flapped her pale green wings and hovered her way onto the bed to lie next to the white unicorn. “Mellows you out. I think a taste would be safe without me taking advantage of you.” Cloud then took a long slow lick of the crystal and hoofed it over to Darkstar to try.

Eagerly, Darkstar took the crystal in her magic and gave it a hesitant tentative lick. Unsurprisingly it tasted of salt, but strangely it wasn’t unpleasantly salty, it was just…nice. Very, very nice. “Hmmm…that is properly nice.”

“Yes.” While the crystal was held in mid-air between them, Cloud Blossom leant in and licked at it while it was held in the glowing yellow aura. “Yes it is.”

“Wow...” Darkstar relished the flash of flavour that spiked on her tongue and gave it a second, longer lick. “That is really, really cool.”

Waiting for the young pure white mare to lick it for a third time, Cloud Blossom timed her lick so they both attacked the salt crystal together, both of their tongues lapping sensuously against each other with the salt in between them. “One more lick each and I think we can put it down and snuggle while the effects take.”

“Oh, yeah we can!” Feeling very much like a naughty filly doing something illicit in the school bathroom, Darkstar licked the salt crystal again, letting it waver from her magical hold as the flavour exploded in her mouth, once more setting her tongue on fire with sensation.

Seeing the salt start to fall, Cloud took hold of the crystal and reached over to replace it back in the box from whence it came. Darkstar let it go and she laid back on the bed as her senses buzzed. “Hmmm…I enjoyed that.”

With the salt crystal put away, Cloud Blossom laid next to Darkstar on the bed. “Just wait as it works in your system.” She whispered as she nuzzled her neck.

Without hesitation, Darkstar cuddled up next to the older mare. “Hmhmm…I do like your breath on my neck…” already, she could feel the effects of the salt lick in her system.

Her muzzle buried deep in the crook of Darkstar’s neck, Cloud Blossom took a deep breath. “You smell nice and,” her right hoof roamed down her barrel and over her flank that was just barely contained by the yoga pants, “this fabric is really soft.”

“Mmm…isn't it just?” Darkstar murmured and shivered at the touch of the pale green hoof caressing her flank, “your hoof is softer.”

Cloud giggled, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I should hope so,” Darkstar rolled onto her right side in towards Cloud and lovingly kissed her nose as her hoof wandered down her side past her wing joint to gently caress her raised right flank.

“If you like, I can be a stallion for you.”

“Hmmm sexy, I think I'd like that very much.”

Cloud Blossom leant in and purred into Darkstar’s left ear. “I'd like to be that for you very much.” She punctuated her comment with a long deep kiss on the unicorn’s lips.

The moment Cloud’s lips touched hers, Darkstar took the initiative and wrapped her forelegs around her neck, pulling the pale green pegasus on top of her as she rolled back onto her back, kissing her lips as passionately as she could, being new to kissing mares. Lost in the kiss, Cloud quite forgot about any conversation and kissed the white mare back with a fervour. Darkstar slid her tongue into her lover’s mouth. Happy to follow her lead, Cloud let Darkstar have her way, but she made sure to keep up with what was being done to her, her hooves wandering down the unicorn’s body to fondle her teats. After a few moments, Darkstar broke the kiss so she could breathe. “Wow...who's an awesome kisser?”

“I am of course!” Cloud Blossom giggled, feeling very chilled indeed as the salt lick finally began to take effect on her somewhat inured system.

“You is!” Darkstar, well under the influence of the salt, gave her a playful giggle. “I know something else you can kiss, if you wanna…” she flicked her yellow eyes upwards suggestively.

Cloud Blossom stuttered more than a little bit at that. Her blue eyes wandered up her lover’s face, following the direction of her eyes until she gazed at her forehead. “Yo...your ah...your horn?”

Laid back on the bed, nestled underneath the older mare, Darkstar unleashed upon her the best sultry eyed look she could muster. “You mind reader.”

“I've heard Aunt Rarity talk about it.” Cloud started, all of a sudden unsure of herself, having never done this before. “Are you sure?”

“Mmmm...” Darkstar murmured, “for starters, anyway.” While she was tentative at first, merely planting delicate little kisses with her lips upon the very tip of her horn, Cloud Blossom soon got into it based on the sounds her lover was making. “Ooooh...Hmmm Cloudy your tongue feels soooo good!” Smiling, and encouraged by said noises, Cloud used hearsay from Rarity and Pinkie to guide her actions. She locked her lips around the tip of Darkstar’s and suckled on it like a foal on a nipple before running her tongue from the tip to the base and then back again up along the cylindrical grooves.

“AaaaaAAH!” Darkstar arched her back in sheer pleasure, her horn starting to glow from the stimulation she was receiving. Seeing the horn glow, Cloud Blossom hesitated, touching it with just the very tip of her tongue. “Pl-Please...” Darkstar moaned, “Cloudy please don't stop…” Rolling the unusual taste around on her tongue, and since it didn't hurt and it was feeling kind of nice, Cloud decided to go back at it.

“Oooh...” Darkstar’s moan grew deeper, lustier as the glow became little pulses of harmless magic that ran up her horn from base to tip. “Ooh yeah that's the stuff!” Cloud Blossom then took Darkstar’s whole horn in her mouth and with the use of her teeth, her lips and her tongue she worked the top four inches. “MmmmMM!” Darkstar’s moan became guttural as the pulses of magic start to pulse faster and faster the more her horn was stimulated by her new lover. “C-Cloudy....jeez I'm…I’m gonna cum!”

Hearing that, Cloud Blossom doubled her efforts, grazing her teeth against each groove in Darkstar’s horn as she continued to suck greedily at it. “Oooh...ooooh YEEEEEES!” The pure white unicorn shuddered and screamed as she reached her climax, her stimulated horn sending out little multi coloured magical fireworks that shimmered and sparked harmlessly in the pegasus’s mouth. Unfortunately, Cloud didn't know when to stop so she kept on going even though she knew Darkstar had come. “GAaaAAH!” She screamed with pleasure and shot more sparks as she came a second time. “C-Clooooooudy...” she panted, cross eyed, “e-enough...babe...”

Finally, Cloud Blossom pulled her muzzle off of Darkstar’s still glowing horn and sniffed the air. “Hmm, smells like somepony has sure had a good time.”

“Daaaamn…” Darkstar slumped onto the bed, a mess of magicum and sweat. “That was bucking awesome!” She smiled a trippy smile, all loose and happy. “I think I wet my pants though…” she lowered her forehoof to her crotch and there was indeed a definite wet patch.

“I should get you out of those then before they chaff.” Cloud Blossom then nuzzled her way down the lithe unicorn’s sweaty body so she could use her mouth to remove the tight fitting yoga pants. “No magic!”

“Ooooh!” Darkstar squirmed as the pants were gently tugged down her hind legs. She blushed a little when she realised the smell of her magicum was hanging in the air like a musk. A musk that was driving her marehood insane with need. “Hmm…you're using magic alright...your magic muzzle!”

Once the damp sweaty yoga pants and the skimpy top were removed by Cloud Blossom’s amazingly dextrous teeth and set aside on a nearby dresser, and after a very long and intense kissing fest that left both mares breathless and even more aroused than before, Cloud asked, “Do you want to be the mare or stallion first?”

Darkstar bit her lip, suddenly nervous. This was after all her first time with a mare. “Can um, can you mount me, please?”

“I'd be happy too, lover.” Smiling a seductive smile, the pale green pegasus slid off of her old bed and walked carefully on her three legs to the toy bag. “When is the last time you saw your first?” She asked as she searched through it for Mr. Fluffums.

“Hmm...” Darkstar murmured as she sprawled back on the bed, her grey tail flicking sensuously up between her legs to cover her marehood. She tried to think, but her thought’s seemed a little cloudy, either from the salt lick, her aroused state, or both. “I’d say about a month ago when Bright went down to Filly.”

Her questing hoof resting on the fake stallionhood she sought, Cloud asked, “Bright?”

“HmHmm!” The very mellow mare smiled back at her. “Brightstar...” a fraction of a second too late, Darkstar’s yellow eyes went wide as saucers as she was hit with the realisation of what she’d said.

Strangely, Cloud had a very sad look on her pale green face. “Did he leave you then?” She asked as she gently tugged the orange strap on out of the duffel bag of toys.

“Oh, oh no...” Darkstar began to sputter, but the effects of the salt lick meant she didn’t panic for long, soon she settled back into the mood. “We ah, we did stop seeing each other like that, that's all. We're still friends though…” She trailed off into silence when she saw the toy and she rather forgot all about her brother. “Wow, now that's a good size.”

Cloud Blossom grinned as she secured the straps around her waist. “Not quite my uncle, but yeah, Mr. Fluffums does the job right proper.”

“Oh sexy,” Darkstar’s yellow eyes zeroed in on the bouncing orange shaft dangling below Cloud’s waist. “I'm sure it does.” As Cloud Blossom mounted the bed, a rather sexy predatory grin on her muzzle, Darkstar spread her hind legs wide open and lowered her grey tail from her crotch, showing herself off on full display for her lover.

Using her pale green wings, Cloud Blossom hovered just slightly so that her chest was higher than her ass to fully display the strap on to her lover. “I hope I can do better than Bright,” she gave the young unicorn a very salacious wink and licked her lips. “Assume the position, filly.” She said in a commanding tone.

“Hmmm,” likewise, Darkstar licked her lips in anticipation, “yes Ma'am!” She returned the wink and rolled onto her belly, making sure her forelegs were tucked under her chest and she spread her hind legs, dangling them off the edge of the bed so that the toes of her hooves just touched the floorboards.

Swooping down behind her, Cloud went muzzle first under Darkstar’s grey tail to make sure she was properly ready to receive. The very last thing she wanted to do was rush it now and ruin everything. “Whoo!” Wholly unprepared for the contact, the pure white mare squealed and hiked her tail sharply upwards and to one side, still sopping wet from the horn-job she had just been given.

Taking a long slow lick straight up the centre of her marehood, Cloud Blossom casually sampled Darkstar’s sweet nectar. “Are you sure you're ready, Darkie?”

“Yes!” Darkstar exclaimed, her voice full of lust and need, “oh Cloudy yes I want you so bad!” Given the license she needed, Cloud Blossom reared to her hind leg, using her wings for support, and surged up on to her back and placed her forehooves on Darkstar’s shoulders for leverage like she had done this before and in one fluid motion of her hips she smoothly entered her receptive lover.

“Oooooh!” Darkstar let out a lusty little squeal and Cloud Blossom, spurred on by said lusty squeal, snorted passionately and worked her thrusts into a smooth in and out rhythm. Once she was sure the pretty young mare was in no distress she sped up the pace. “Aaah...aaaah...y-yeeees!” Darkstar moaned and thrust herself backwards in an attempt to match her pace, all the while getting wetter and more lubed with each thrust.

“You are so hot!” Cloud purred in her ear, her forehooves pulling the pure white mare backwards to allow her to get deeper inside her. “Sing for me.”

Darkstar was getting lost in the sensations, hottest among which was the knowledge she was being rutted hard by a mare. It was strangely so much dirtier than her brother. “I'll d-do aaaAAAAH nything you want!” She moaned out the promise and began to drool into the bed sheets.

“Music to my ears.” There was a definite growl to Cloud’s voice as she quickened up the pace, now slamming her pale green hips into Darkstar’s ass, her thrusting starting to spread the unicorn’s thighs in an effort to bottom out.

“OoOOOOH!” Darkstar was in heaven, or at least very close to it. “CLOOOOUDY YEEES!” She screamed heartily, her return thrusts starting to become a little erratic the nearer she got to her climax. Grunting, Cloud Blossom pounded away with a passion, determined as she was to bring her lover to that climax. “Oooh...sweetness...I - I'm gonna cuuuuum!”

“Come for me.” Cloud Blossom’s growl became guttural with the desire and passion as she was rutting her lover hard. “Come now, come for me hard so I can't pull back out.”

“Yeees...Yes...” Darkstar’s moans were almost delirious with pleasure. She was very, very close now. “YES MA'AAAAAM!” Several hard thrusts later, which saw the base of Mr. Fluffums enter her wet marehood, Darkstar screamed Cloud Blossom’s name very loudly indeed as she came, her marehood clenching tight around the strap on buried deep inside her.

“You'd do my mommas proud,” Cloud Blossom panted from her exertions and leant forward to rest her weight on Darkstar’s back and, as she tenderly nuzzled her neck, both mares were just alert enough to hear laughter coming from downstairs in the Homestead.

“Hmm...” Darkstar didn’t really know what to say to that so she just panted for breath as the laughter carried up through the floorboards. “Sounds like it.”

“My, but you've been holding that in.” Cloud giggled as when she slid back and pulled out, a torrent of cum gushed out of Darkstar’s marehood and splashed onto the floorboards to form a puddle. “Care to taste yourself?”

“It’s ah...” Darkstar gasped, “It’s been a while…” she smiled a very happy contented smile and opened her mouth. The pale green mare spread her wings and hovered over the bed to land on her knees in front of her and presented the strap on for the pure white mare’s pleasure. Immediately Darkstar began to suck the toy clean like a real pro, deep throating it and making sure to give her lover as good a show as she could.

Watching, Cloud Blossom was impressed. Very impressed. “Your technique must have made Brightstar proud.”

“Hehe...I ah...I never had no complaints,” Darkstar sniggered as she pulled off of the now clean Mr. Fluffums and winked up at the older pony. Indeed, her brother had never complained to her once.

“You'll get none from me,” Cloud Blossom smiled lovingly at the pure white unicorn and, once she was satisfied with the clean-up, she moved down on the bed to kiss her deeply.

“Mmmm…” returning the kiss as deeply as she could, Cloud moved in to snuggle mode at Darkstar’s side, nestling in tight to her as she waited patiently for her breathing and heart rate to normalise. Happily snuggling and kissing, she started to breathe more normally after just a few moments. “I do believe it’s my turn now,” she whispered in Cloud’s ear.

Cloud Blossom smiled in Darkstar’s tight embrace. “I know it’s your turn, oh horny Prince.”

Darkstar snickered and flicked her yellow eyes upwards towards the top of her head. “Funny you should mention my horn. Princess.”

That stunned Cloud. She was not prepared for that. At all. “You...mean...” nervously, very nervously, she glanced at Darkstar’s horn and then at her own backside. “You mean…do me…with... your horn?”

Darkstar propped herself up on the elbow of her right forehoof and stared bedroom eyes at the nervous pegasus as she kissed her nose. “You never had it? It's suuuuuuper awesome!”

“Is it...” Cloud Blossom blushed, feeling suddenly very silly, “Is it safe?”

More good natured laughter filtered through from the two older mares that were left downstairs, along with Fluttershy’s voice. “Pinkie and Dash both seem to like it!”

Snorting out a giggle at Fluttershy, as well as wondering just how thin these walls were – and worrying for split second that the bed with them on it would suddenly crash through into the room below – Darkstar once more kissed Cloud Blossom’s nose and put on her serious face. “Do you trust me?”

Blushing very hard so that her pale green face turned a fierce crimson, Cloud Blossom nodded hesitantly. “Um, yesss…”

“On your back then, sexy pony.”

“Okay.” Cloud Blossom still sounded very nervous as she rolled to her back on the bed. Breathing shallowly, she laid her right hind leg to the side and forced her blonde tail flat.

From downstairs drifted parts of a hushed conversation that they couldn’t quite catch, one little snippet that did come through clearly however was Fluttershy’s soft voice saying; “No, Jackie, you can't video tape it!”

Darkstar couldn’t help but giggle, both at the suggestion of being taped – which she didn’t mind in the least – and at her lover’s intense blush. “I think I like your family,” she purred and began to kiss her lips and make her way down the pale green mare’s body. “They remind me of mine.” Darkstar kissed over her left thigh around where the rest of the leg should be, only to be interrupted by the straps of the toy still around her waist. “Let's get rid of this…” Lighting her horn, the pure white unicorn carefully removed Mr Fluffums with her magic.

Cloud Blossom laid back and tried very hard to relax, smiling a nervous smile. “Be gentle. You're my first.”

“I promise, my love.” Laid on her front, looking at her intended target all glistening and wet, Darkstar nestled in next to Cloud Blossom’s right leg and cast a low level spell that extended a magical 'sheath' a few millimetres out around her horn and rubbed her tip around the older pony’s labia.

“It's sooooo pointy…” Cloud murmured, watching every little move that Darkstar made like a hawk and, when she saw her light up her horn she couldn’t help but flinch backwards just slightly.

“Ready?” Darkstar asked as she added a minor cantrip to the sheath spell that started up a series of low vibrations while she was still in contact with her lover’s wet folds.

“Oh…” Cloud Blossom could only nod as she watched, “Ohhhhhhhh!” She squeaked as Darkstar very gently pushed her head forward, slowly inserting her horn inside her tunnel. Looking on in fascination, the pale green mare saw some of the glow from the unicorn’s horn showed through the skin and fur. “AHHHHAAAHAHH it's vibrrrrrrraaatinggggg Ohhhhhh!”

“Oh it only gets better...” Darkstar smiled and slowly pressed on until she was hilted inside her lover’s marehood. “Now look what my tongue can do.” To demonstrate just what her tongue could do she began to lap at the tight ring of Cloud Blossom’s anus and increased the vibrations that her horn was producing.

“Sweet Celestia's Sun!” Cloud arched her back in sheer pleasure. She could feel every little groove in the cylindrical horn as it passed inside her, filling her up and rubbing against her moist inner walls in a way she’d never felt before. That it was vibrating like a dildo on high was just a bonus. She heard Darkstar giggle, she felt her pull out, and more to the point – or her point – she felt her gently thrust back inside her.

“Aaaah! AaaaAAAH!” Cloud Blossom’s hind leg kicked out at nothing but empty air as she laid her head back panting from the treatment she was receiving, and Darkstar increased the vibrations of her horn as it hilted inside her again. Every time she hilted her horn, juice from her marehood dripped down her white forehead and the unicorn flicked her tongue over and around her anal ring.

Cloud Blossom squirmed, she reached down with her right forehoof so that it rubbed along the young unicorn’s horn as it pulled out and pushed back inside her. “Ooooh!” Darkstar moaned lustily at the friction now between hoof and horn, her horn now started to pulsate as Cloud’s hoof rubbed it, the vibrations increasing in strength with each pulse.

“Teehee!” Cloud Blossom at first found the vibrations ticklish, so her hoof made and broke contact with Darkstar’s horn as she moaned ever louder in the throes of her passion. “Darkie, fill me with your light!”

“MmMMmmm Aaaaah y-yeeeees Ma'am!” Obligingly, Darkstar started to speed up her thrusts as her horn glowed brighter and brighter, Cloud found she could take the touch of her vibrating horn on her hoof so she pressed them against the bed. “Aaaaah...C-Clooooudy...Mmm I'm so close!”

“I'm over!” With a violent arch of her back, Cloud Blossom screamed aloud and clamped down on her horn with her vaginal walls as hard as she could while she orgasmed.

“CLOOOOUDY!” Darkstar screamed as she herself came, shooting her harmless magicum light show from the tip of her horn as she climaxed inside.

“Whoa Nelly, that was some fireworks show.” Applejack commented as she saw the residual magical light seep through the ceiling to finally dissipate in front of her and Fluttershy as they cuddled on the loveseat.

“Hush you,” Fluttershy nuzzled her wife, “or I'm not going to give you a wing job.”

“Ah’m a hushin’!”

“Wow...” Darkstar gasped. She’d never ever cum so much from her horn in her life. For a scary moment everything had gone white and she couldn’t see. “Oh wow...I love you...” she murmured as, still buried inside her lover’s marehood, her vision returned and she saw nothing but green.

“You're a keeper.” Emphasising this, Cloud Blossom moved her forehoof to the back of Darkstar’s head, holding her inside.

That suited Darkstar just fine. Mare or not, straight or not, right now she didn’t care. Right now she was happy. “Y-Yes Ma'am,” she panted and gasped as her climax finally began to recede. “You can keep me all you want.”

“Can you cook?” Cloud Blossom asked, earning a gale of laugher from the great room.

Darkstar nodded. “My cooking's as magic as my horn. I think it's my maid’s dress. Makes the food taste better.”

Cloud Blossom spared a moment to imagine Darkstar in a maid’s dress, then she remembered seeing her Momma Applejack in one, and started laughing out loud, which removed the hoof from the back of her lover’s head.

“What's so funny?” Darkstar asked as she pulled herself carefully out of the still wet tunnel in front of her. “I look good as a maid!”

“I'm sure you do,” Cloud replied, struggling to get her breathing under control. “So does Momma Jack.”

“Oh...oh OH!” Darkstar giggled and crawled her way up the pale green mare’s body to give her a cuddle. “I see.”

Cloud Blossom accepted the cuddle and immediately snuggled in tight. “You really should come to my studio.”

“Yeah?” Darkstar said with a wink and a kiss to her lover’s shoulder and neck, “Gonna turn me into a work of art?”

“One that I wouldn’t mind having to dust.” Cloud nodded with a giggle. “You brave enough to let me see your place?”

Darkstar giggled at that. “Of course I am, I keep a tight ship, thank you missy.” Then, a deliciously sly idea for a prank entered her head and the pure white mare just couldn’t resist. “You do know that a magical release can result in pregnancy, right?” She purred sensuously into Cloud Blossom’s ear. Stunned, Cloud just stared at her while they heard Applejack shout up ‘Ah gotta shotgun!’ from the great room and Fluttershy broke out in laughter. “Especially the amount I just came…” she playfully kissed her nose.

“What...” Cloud was shocked. Very shocked. A mother, her? What? “Um…what if I'm not in oestrus?”

Darkstar had the makings of a huge grin at the edges of her mouth, but decided not to pursue the prank. “Then no, you'd be safe.” She giggled a little as Cloud breathed a big sigh of relief, and Fluttershy’s laugh grew louder, before there was a whispered conversation in the room downstairs. “I think you'd be a sexy momma though…”

Cloud Blossom paled a little. “Give me a few years first.”

“Deal.” With that, Darkstar snuggled tighter into her lover’s embrace and yawned a very tired yawn, her yellow eyes beginning to droop with fatigue. As sleep overtook her, she reflected on the events of the very long day now behind her, and smiled, for she was happy.