Chapter 142

Rarity was already outside when Fluttershy and I pulled up in her little SUV, which we normally didn’t drive in a group because it smelled a little too much like animal fur inside. Fluttershy was driving, and so I opened the passenger side door to hop out and hold it for the fashionista.

“Ah,” she said as she approached with a smile, her tall heels clopping on the asphalt as she went. “Good evening, my love,” she greeted, reaching up for a smooch. “And thank you.” Once she was in the seat with her feet inside, I closed the door and then hopped into the rear seat, sliding over to the middle to lean forward between the girls.

I had to wait a moment, however, for my girlfriends to finish their greeting kiss, which lasted a lot longer than mine. It was OK by me, though; watching these two in liplock was one of the most breathtaking sights a guy could witness. Especially tonight, because they were dressed to kill.

Their make-up was spot on: Rarity, with her cheeks powdered and perfect, lips coated in frosty-white lipstick, complimented by that light blue eye shadow and those spiky, black lashes; and Fluttershy, with that natural yellow glow, her eyelids shaded in glossy pink, her lashes understated, but effectively complimenting those big, doe-like eyes of hers. Both of them had their delicious-smelling hair done perfectly as always.

As for attire, the fashionista was dressed in a form-hugging light blue top with long sleeves and a low neck, showing just the tip of her cleavage between its lacy borders. With that, she wore a pair of black skin-tight pants with long, ruffled cuffs that hung loose from her ankles, which were tightly wrapped in the straps of her gray high-heels. The shy girl was dressed simply as always, but no less lovely; a tight pair teal yoga pants covered her hips, legs and backside, while up top she wore that plain white tank top under her fuzzy, green spring jacket.

When they broke the kiss, Rarity reached up with a dainty white finger to sweep Fluttershy’s hair aside.

“You look positively gorgeous tonight, darling.”

Fluttershy smiled and looked down at the center console, her cheeks flooding with rosy warmth. “Um… thanks, Rare. You too.”

“What about me?” I asked obnoxiously, leaning forward between the seats. “How do I look?”

They looked back at me, smirking.

“You look the same as always, Golds: scruffy, and perfect,” said Rarity.

“And he doesn’t smell like truck exhaust for once,” Fluttershy added.

Feigning a gasp, Rarity placed her fingertips to her chest. “My, my! How very dapper,” she quipped.

*****

On the drive across town, the three of us maintained a conversation about the night ahead—which had been sprung on us rather unexpectedly, but even so, we weren’t about to miss it.

I had paused to take my phone out and check the time.

I put the device away, noticing a gap in the girls’ conversation, so I jumped in to fill it. “So what’s the deal with Pinks asking us over tonight?”

Rarity glanced over her shoulder at me, those violet coils of hair bouncing when Fluttershy drove over a pothole. “I presume she just wants some company, darling. The poor thing’s been there well over a week and she has yet to see anyone, as far as I know.”

I narrowed my eyes, thinking. “Well… that’s not true. She was there for the Saturday thing. Plus, me, Sunny and Dashie were there to help her unpack her stuff. Speaking of which…” I pulled my phone out a second time.

Rarity raised a finger at me. “But no one’s been there since then—and Saturday doesn’t count; it wasn’t at her place.”

I glanced down at her and the shy girl’s hands, the fingers of which were laced together on the center console. After some brief rumination, I sighed and leaned my elbows on the front seat backs, letting my hands dangle between them. “Hm… well, either way, I’m down with hanging out there for the night. Maybe watch a movie or something—Pinks usually has pretty good taste in that kind of thing.”

“Indeed,” Rarity agreed, twisting in her seat to face me and Fluttershy. “She also mentioned playing some games—which would certainly be par for the course with her.”

“What kind of games? Did she say?” Fluttershy asked as she stopped at a corner with her right turn signal on.

“I’m not quite sure, darling. She was a bit vague on that,” Rarity replied, furrowing her brows as she looked through the windshield. “Er… Fluttershy, darling? I believe you have the right-of-way.”

Fluttershy nodded. “I-I know. I just wanted to let him go first.”

I leaned over a bit to see what they were looking at; there was a car sitting in the oncoming lane with its left signal flashing. “Uh… pretty sure he’s waiting for you, Flutters.”

“Mm, that’s OK. I’ll just—“

BEEP! BEEP!

Gasping, the shy girl looked to the right and hit the gas—harder than she meant to. “Oh, dear!” she squealed, her tires chirping as she rounded the corner in haste. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Rarity let out a giggle. “Oh, darling. I love you, but you need to learn to drive a bit less timidly than that.”

“I know. I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK, Flutters,” I said. “Just drive like you did that day in the desert—only without the shooting.”

*****

Pinkie Pie answered the door only a second after Fluttershy knocked, and we were immediately blown away by her appearance—or at least I was.

She was clearly wearing an unusual amount of make-up; her face was smooth, her cheeks round and soft looking, but she wore black eyeliner that made those baby blue eyes pop from the rest of her features, including the soft red lipstick she was wearing, which was just dark enough for me notice. She greeted us with a bright smile, one that we hadn’t seen in weeks—although I was quick to wonder how genuine it was, as her hair was still completely flat and straight.

Straight, but beautiful. For the most part, it was tied up on the back of her head; long, soft ribbons of dark pink looped this way and that, held in place by a sparkly black hairclip. Only one lock hung loose from her forehead, infused with pink glitter and set to one side so it hung past the outer corner of her left eye.

She was lightly dressed, wearing only her white T-shirt with the big red heart on the front, its upper half stretched out of shape by her hefty bust. Below, she wore a pair of faded, cut-off jean shorts that fit very tightly; they were quite low-waisted and allowed her belly and hips to bulge slightly around the top, leaving roughly two inches of her pink midriff showing. A pair of smooth, but juicy-looking thighs squeezed out of the bottom, followed by a set of shapely calves with ankles covered in green and yellow striped socks.

Never before had I seen the party-girl look this amazing. She was a positively enticing sight: curvy, warm and delicious-looking, like a luscious dessert after the perfect meal.

“Hey, guys!” she greeted, using a voice closer to her old shrillness, though still not quite the same. “Come on in!” She spun around to lead us inside, revealing the very tip of her butt-crack, which was showing out the top of her shorts.

My eyes caught it immediately and I clenched my jaw, palpitations fluttering through my chest. Mother of— … what, is it like, hot… girl... day…? I paused for a moment, scowling a bit before giving my head a shake and closing the door behind me.

The apartment was quite small —and the building itself was somewhat of a dive, to be honest— but she’d done a decent job of turning it into a cozy place to live. To the immediate left was the bathroom with the bedroom next in line, and beyond that was a living room area that extended around to the left, out of sight past the outside corner of the bedroom. The right-hand wall was a straight line all the way to the little balcony door, lined with closets first and then a kitchen counter, sink and cupboards at the far end, with a small space in between for a two-person dinner table. The whole thing, other than the bed and bathrooms, was one single open space.

The décor was quite minimalist, due to Pinkie simply not having enough things to fill it properly; most of what she had at her parents’ house was in her bedroom, which was the case here as well. As we followed her in, I was quick to detect the subtle humidity and fragrance of a recent shower—which only made sense since she knew company was coming.

“Whaddaya think?” Pinkie asked after spinning around to face us, arms outstretched.

“It’s lovely, darling,” Rarity replied as she scanned the dim, lamp-lit space before bringing her attention back to the party-girl to look her over. “You as well, I must say—positively ravishing!”

“Oh yes, um… it’s good to see you smiling again,” Fluttershy added softly, hands folded in front of herself.

Pinkie nodded and smiled, showing off those cute dimples. Still, something wasn’t quite right; her eyes were giving something away. ”I lllllllove it here! Being in a new place is really helping me move on—a fresh start, amirite!?”

Rarity leaned a bit closer. “You… are feeling much better living here?”

“Yup! I am absolutely hunky-dory!” Pinkie replied, swinging her fist like an 1800’s prospector.

Rarity watched her for a moment before slowly shifting her eyes onto Fluttershy. “Hm,” she muttered, not entirely convinced.

It was obvious that my girlfriends shared my suspicion: that Pinkie’s smile was merely a façade. But it wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t hiding the same overpowering air of grief she’d been giving off for the past few weeks; it was almost like she was nervous about something.

“Look!” Pinkie squealed, tearing us from our thoughts. She was pointing into the deeper part of the living room, where that same TV and sound system from her parents’ basement was mounted on the wall, flanked by a pair of tall, ceiling-facing lamps. “Maud let me take the home theatre system, which makes sense cuz I’m the one who loves movies!”

“Congrats, Pinkie Pie. Well done.” Rarity gave a little golf clap. Then she placed her hands on the couch, which sat facing the TV, its back to the kitchen area. “I don’t recognise this; where did you get it?”

“Oh, that’s new!” Pinkie answered, caressing the length of the backrest while I stole another peek at her butt-crack. “I bought it from the Bargain Bin Warehouse Barn and Great Deals Gallery! There’s a little cut in the fabric on the one end, so I got it super-duper cheap—and I just put the end table there so you can’t even see it!”

Rarity swung a finger. “Novel Idea, darling!” she said, Fluttershy nodding in agreement.

“I also got those lamps super cheap,” Pinkie continued as she pointed at them first, followed by the kitchen cupboards. “And I had to buy some dishes and silverware n’ stuff, and that little table and chair setup —it’s actually a patio set— and… hmmm…” She put a finger to her lips. “That’s kind of it for now. I had to limit my spending until I get some solid cash flow—but I wouldn’t have been able to afford this much if it wasn’t for Goldie-Woldie!”

My girlfriends both turned to me with a smirk.

“Ah yes…” Rarity tittered. “We heard all about his Tomfoolery with the car.”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t Tomfoolery, it was awesome.”

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “He’s right, Rare-Bear! You should have seen him; it was AMAZING! I still can’t believe how much he got for that car!”

“Just spend it wisely, Pinks,” I said, glancing around the place once more. “The place looks great just the way it is. I would leave it be for now.”

Pinkie responded with a smile, folding her hands in front of herself and shrugging demurely, which made her arms press her breasts together—a sight that made my balls tingle like crazy. Then she gestured to the counter. “Hey!” she shouted, marching over to a tin foil covered platter. “You guys want a snack? Look what I maaaaade!” She peeled back the wrap to reveal a pile of brown logs.

My mouth dropped open with an over-exaggerated gasp. “You made bear shits!?”

“Yeah I did!”

Rarity raised a finger. “Turds, darling,” she corrected, before grimacing immediately. “Gah. I can’t believe I just said that.”

Pinkie held the tray out for me to take one. Then she offered it to the girls. “How ‘bout you two? You want one?”

Both Fluttershy and Rarity raised a hand to decline politely.

“Later, perhaps.”

“OK!” Pinkie set the platter down and faced us again. “You want something else? I could microwave some Chef Boyardee for you!”

Rarity shook her head and waved the offer away. “It’s quite alright, Pinkie Pie. Thank you.”

Pinkie stood and stared for a moment. Then she shrugged. “OK! You guys wanna watch a movie? I’ve got a good one picked out!”

“Is it old?” I asked, leaning closer while chewing on a bite of chocolate feces.

She nodded. “Mm-hm!”

I bowed my head at her. “Let’s do it, then. You have excellent taste in classic films.”

As it turns out, the film Pinkie Pie inexplicably chose was a late seventies piece called ‘Phantasm’… which is a horror movie.

Obviously, this did not sit well with Fluttershy. She sat between Rarity and I with her knuckles pressed to her cheeks, eyes wide as saucers, her entire body vibrating like a phone on silent, despite being huddled by Rarity and me for comfort.

Myself, I was enjoying the movie, as was Pinkie; Rarity seemed indifferent, which was no real surprise, and it was also no surprise when she’d finally gotten fed up with putting Fluttershy through such needless torture.

She leaned over and whispered to the party-girl. “Er… Pinkie Pie, darling, would it be possible to cut this film short? It would seem that Fluttershy is not enjoying it.”

“She’s not?” Pinkie leaned forward to look past Rarity at the shy girl. “Fluttershy, are you scared?”

Fluttershy, keeping her hands against her cheeks, faced Pinkie and nodded.

“Really!?” Pinkie seemed surprised. “But I thought you didn’t get scared anymore. Didn’t you fight your way out of an underwater base to earn your freedom? Wasn’t there a big army guy with a robot arm that you had to fight in order to escape?”

“That was just for jerking-off,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

The girls just stared at me, so I cleared my throat and returned my attention to the TV.

“Um… i-it’s not the same,” Fluttershy whispered. “I-I-I don’t like spooky stuff like this. Those flying metal ball thingies are so… so… EEP!”

“You want me to turn it off?”

Fluttershy nodded quickly.

Pinkie let out a long sigh. “Aaaaaalright,” she said dejectedly as she picked up the remote.

She aimed and clicked, and the image on the screen turned to blank silence. Looking down the couch, I watched those three beautiful faces, glowing radiantly by the TV’s light.

Fluttershy settled almost immediately, and I was left wondering why Pinkie would have chosen a film like this. Surely she knew that Fluttershy wouldn’t have liked it.

“Sorry to rain on your parade, darling,” Rarity said to Pinkie. “That’s just how it goes, I suppose.”

Pinkie smiled. “It’s OK, Rare-Bear The Poet. I’ll just watch it with Notty sometime.”

Rarity cocked her head, thinking for a moment. “Say… I was wondering, Pinkie Pie: why didn’t you invite Sonata along with us tonight?”

Pinkie froze. “Uuuhhh… I just… didn’t know if it would be hard for her to travel across town—you know, with her injury and all.”

Rarity drew a breath and glanced at the TV. “I’m sure she’d have been able to handle it, darling. A bit of discomfort wouldn’t stop her from spending time with her dear friend, I’d wager.”

Pinkie paused for a moment, staring at the floor. Then she shrugged. “Oh well. It’s too late now!”

I was about to ruminate on the strangeness of such a dismissal, but before I had the chance, Pinkie leaned closer to us, grinning.

“You guys wanna see my room?”

The three of us glanced at one another.

“Uh… sure,” Rarity replied, facing her again.

Pinkie stood and marched past us, waving us along. “Yay! Let’s go!”

After leaving the couch one-by-one, we followed Pinkie as she led the way to her bedroom, flicking the light on as she went. The ceiling light came on, illuminating all of her brightly-coloured possessions, including a bed that was stacked with stuffed animals of all sizes and colours, and a dresser that housed a spread of make-up and other feminine products, along with some papers, notebooks and a laptop.

Around the perimeter of the ceiling was a string of Christmas lights —all with red bulbs— accompanied a pair of red flood lights mounted at opposite corners of the room. A miniature disco ball hung from the light fixture, but the lights themselves were mounted in such a way that there was little effect given.

A work in progress, I figured.

“Well? Whaddaya think!?” Pinkie asked, spinning around with her arms outstretched.

“It’s… a lot like your old room,” Fluttershy said, before perking up to finish quickly. “Which is great.”

“Yes. I was thinking the same thing,” Rarity agreed, finger to her chin. “It’s nice that you were able to re-create a space that you can feel comfortable in.”

“Oh, totally.” Pinkie approached the bed, which was situated with the headboard facing the wall right next to the door, and using both arms, swept the pile of stuffed animals onto the floor on the far side. “Have a seat, y’all!”

Fluttershy crawled to the middle and sat with her legs folded while Rarity sat on the edge and crossed her legs, letting her foot swing casually. I sat next to her and leaned back on one elbow, watching as Pinkie continued.

“Yeah, no, you’re totally right, Rare-Bear. This room is almost the exact size and shape as my old one; even the door is in the same spot! The only things that are different is having no windows and the closet’s on the other side.” She crossed the room quickly, her breasts bouncing as she went; she grabbed the accordion door handles and flung the closet open. “See?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes. Good size, too. Well done.”

“I know, right?” Pinkie giggled, looking into the little space for a second before facing us again, her eyes lit up with excitement. “HEY! You guys wanna play a game?”

Rarity straightened up and smiled. “Sounds like fun, darling; what did you have in mind?”

“I actually just came up with one that I wanted to try with you guys,” Pinkie replied as she reached into the closet and dragged out, to our surprise, a full-size stand with a whiteboard mounted on it. Across the top were the girls’ names, hand-written in red marker: Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rarity. My name was strangely absent.

Below each name were four boxes with a letter inside: H, M, B, and P. Every name had the same letters, in the same order—with the exception of Pinkie’s, which was missing the P.

By this point, I was scratching my head. My girlfriends looked rather confused as well.

“Er… I don’t think I’m familiar with this one,” Rarity admitted.

After dragging the chart to the foot of the bed, Pinkie paused, tapping her chin. Then she slid it back a foot or two and faced us with a toothy grin that went from ear-to-ear, hands clasped before her chest. “That’s because it’s brand new! I call it—”

BUZZ! BUZZ!

Everyone looked at me when my phone vibrated unexpectedly.

“Whoops,” I said, reaching into my pocket. “That’s probably Sunny.” I took a brief moment to read the message. “Yup. She’s here.”

Pinkie stared blankly. “Sunset Shimmer?”

Her expression caught me off-guard, and I stopped with my phone slid halfway into my pocket. “Uh… yeah,” I replied, my eyes shifting back and forth. “I was talking to her on the way here and I happened to mention that we were hanging out here tonight, and… I… might have invited her to stop by.”

After staring a bit longer, Pinkie blinked a few times. “Oh.”

“Uh…” I cringed a little, unsure of her reaction. “I hope I didn’t, uh... I mean, I hope that’s OK.”

Pinkie’s brows went up when she heard this, and she drew a quick breath. “Oh… no-no! It’s OK, um…” She paused and turned to look at the chart, licking her lips. “That might work, actually… it’ll add to the challenge; make things more interesting.”

She grabbed the red marker from the trough and pulled the cap off, stepping in front of the board to add Sunset’s name next to Rarity’s—and I had yet another peek at her butt-crack.

Damn, those shorts were tight, and barely long enough to cover the bottom of her backside.

“There,” she said, capping the marker and setting it in the trough before staring thoughtfully at the updated chart. “Yeah… this is gonna be fun.”

“Um… so how do we play?” Fluttershy asked, stroking her hair hand over hand.

“It’s, uh…” Pinkie stopped to scratch her ear. “It’s pretty simple, but a bit complicated to explain if you don’t know how it works.”

I pointed at the chart. “Howcome I’m not on there? Am I not playing?”

Pinkie nodded, eyes wide. “Oh, you’re playing all right.”

I glanced over at my girlfriends. “OK...”

Pinkie waved her hands to clear the air. “It’s OK, I’m gonna explain it all, but we might as well wait until Sunset is here.”

“She’s here now,” I explained. “I told her to buzz your suite number so you can let her in—not sure what’s taking her so long.”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

All of our heads spun to the direction of the front door. I turned back to face Pinkie, surprised. “Huh… someone musta let her in.” Since I was the closest to the door, I slid off the bed to exit Pinkie’s room. “I’ll get it.”

At the main entrance, I unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Hey, Sunn—HOLY CRAP.”

In the hall stood Sunset Shimmer, looking to me the way a steak dinner looks to a starving hobo. She was wearing tall, black boots with a tight pair of dark blue jeans, their low-cut top held fast by a wide, back belt with metal studs lining its perimeter. Above that was a bright red T-shirt under that old leather jacket with the studded collars—her ‘bad girl’ jacket, as she called it. Around her neck was a black leather choker that featured a buckle similar to a belt, lined with studs that also matched her belt.

Her hair was styled as usual, but her face was smooth and radiant: a layer of concealer gave her skin that element of flawless purity, boosted by the contrast of dull red lipstick. Her eyelids were shaded in a colour similar to that of her skin, only darker and smokier, while a generous application of mascara made her lashes stand out with an added air of femininity.

Sunset cocked a brow and folded her arms, shifting her weight onto one leg. “Well… that’s one way to greet someone.”

Realising I was staring, I blinked a few times and then gave my head a shake. “Uh… yeah. Sorry.” I stepped aside to let her in, at which point she proceeded to slip her boots off. “I just, uh… I swear, there’s some conspiracy going on tonight where every woman I know is trying to look as fuckable as possible.”

Sunset looked at me, sneering. “Huh?”

“I dunno,” —I gestured towards Pinkie’s room— “everyone looks fuckin amazing tonight; I don’t know what it is. Like, did I miss a wedding today or something?”

Boots off, Sunset stood straight and drew a breath. “Golds, is this your way of telling me I look nice?”

My eyes shifted to the left, then back onto her. “...Yes.”

“Hm.” With a little smirk, she placed her hands on my waist, leaned in and planted her lips on mine, surrounding me with those fiery, wavy locks, which quickly flooded my senses with the sweet scent of root beer.

After the kiss, I took a moment to drink in those bright turquoise irises. “So… uh, this place is pretty small, Sunny; what are we gonna do when your magic kicks in?”

She shrugged. “I’ll deal with it. I can’t stay long anyway, so…”

I nodded. “Fair enough.” I turned to head back to the bedroom. “Here, we were just about to start a game; the chart’s all ready and everything.”

Sunset followed, looking somewhat confused. “Chart? Is Twi here?”

“No, it’s something Pinks made up.”

“What’s it for?”

“I actually have no idea.”

I returned to Pinkie’s room with the red-head in tow, a sight that prompted Pinkie’s eyes to light up.

“SUNSET SHIMMER!”

“PINKIE!” Sunset replied in kind, throwing her hands up for a hug—which the party-girl gladly accepted after bouncing across the room to collide beasts-first with her friend.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight! You’re just in time for the big game!” Pinkie squealed, turning to head for the dresser. “Ooh! This is gonna be so much fun!”

“Can’t wait,” Sunset replied, facing Rarity and Fluttershy to greet them with a nod. She paused suddenly, however, her eyes lingering on those heads of pink and indigo and accompanying flawless faces; then she faced me with her brows raised. “Wow… I see what you mean.”

“Right!?” I said, before stepping closer to whisper. “Hey, check out Pinks’ fuckin shorts!”

By then, however, Sunset was no longer paying attention; her interest had been drawn on the chart. “What’s this?” she asked, studying the names and lettered boxes. “A scoreboard?”

Pinkie giggled. “Well, no, not really—but I guess you could call it that!”

Sunset furrowed her brows. “Wow, that’s not confusing. Is it a scoreboard or isn’t it?”

Pinkie spun around to face us with an armful of cups—three, to be exact: a black one, a gray one, and a white one. “It’s not, really,” she replied. “It’s more for keeping track than anything.”

“Track of what? The score? Cuz that would make it a scoreboard—just sayin.” Sunset pointed at the chart. “And why isn’t Golds on there? Is he not playing?”

Pinkie stopped to look at the chart. “He is…” she said, facing us again. “Actually, he’s technically the only one playing—I guess in the sense that only he can win.” She cocked her head and shifted her eyes to the ceiling. “Actually… I don’t know if ‘win’ is the right word. More like… he has a goal that he has to achieve, and we have to help him. Like a quest!” She gestured to the chart again. “And this is to help track his progress!”

“Huh…” Sunset folded her arms. “Sounds interesting. So what do you call this game?”

“Starship Troopers!” Pinkie giggled, bouncing on her heels.

The red-head nodded. “Hm. And how do we play, exactly?”

As Pinkie began to explain the process, I sat on the edge of the bed again, next to Rarity, feeling slightly nervous about what the party-girl had in mind for me. Hopefully it was nothing embarrassing.

“OK, so…” Pinkie held up one of the cups. “It’s a game of chance, kinda like… with a dice, except Goldie’s gonna draw from these cups instead.”

“Which one, darling? Any of them?”

“Nope, all three!” Pinkie replied. “Each paper he draws will say something different, and he has to put them together and do whatever they say, then we mark that thing off on the board once it’s done.”

I drew a breath, unsure if I liked the prospect of this. It was already starting to sound like a recipe for humiliation.

Sunset chuckled, glancing at me, presumably thinking the same thing. “Sounds like fun.”

Pinkie nodded slowly, eyes wide. “Ohh... I think it will be. Here. Let’s do a test run so you can see how it works!”

The party-girl circled the corner of the bed, holding the black cup out. I drew a breath, looked the other way and reached in. Inside, there were a bunch of small, folded strips of paper. I picked one and took it out to read it.

“What does it say?” Rarity asked.

I looked at her, then the shy girl. “‘Flutters.’”

The fashionista cocked her head. “That’s all? Just her name?”

I nodded. “Yup,” I replied as Pinkie shook the cup, signalling me to put the note back.

Then she offered me the gray cup.

Again, I reached in and drew a piece of paper.

“Uh…” I frowned. “One o’clock?”

Pinkie shook her head. “No, silly! One minute!”

The rest of us glanced around at each other. Fluttershy looked mildly nervous.

After a shrug, I replaced the paper. Pinkie held the white cup out next, and I drew a slip of paper to read it, but what I saw made my heart jump into my throat.

Rarity leaned closer, noticing my expression. “Is everything alright?”

I looked over at the fashionista and then turned the paper around so she could see it. Her eyes flew open and she gasped sharply, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“What does it say?” Sunset asked, leaning over to see it, looking surprised when she did. “Does that say ‘pussy’!?”

This was when Fluttershy gasped as well.

All eyes shifted onto Pinkie, who shrugged innocently. “What? That’s the game! The black cup is a name; all of us are in there. The gray cup is an amount of time. There’s four different lengths: thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes, and three minutes, and the white cup has different parts of the body, which we use on… well, Goldie-Woldie’s ding-dong.”

Four sets of female eyes landed on me, and a tingle that I could not control quickly stirred below my belt.

“It’s a fucking sex game,” Sunset muttered incredulously, turning to Pinkie.

“Yup, hehehe!” Pinkie giggled as she pointed at the chart. “Now you see these, the four letters under your names?”

Everyone looked at the chart.

“Notice how there’s a P, and Goldie just drew ‘Fluttershy,’ ‘one minute’ and ‘pussy?’ That means that when she’s done fucking him for one minute, we cross out the P under her name. Then we draw again!”

Sunset, by then, was glaring at the chart, deep in thought. “So… what are the others? H is… what, hands?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yup. Handjob!”

“And I take it M is mouth?”

“Yup. M is blowjob!”

I hooked my index finger inside my shirt collar to adjust it. I think I might like this game, actually…

“What’s B? Butt?” Sunset asked, her lip curled slightly.

“No,” Pinkie replied in a slightly more serious tone. “I was thinking of having that too, but then I thought: ‘what if someone draws ‘mouth’ right after ‘butt?’”

Rarity grimaced. “Er… a wise decision, darling; good call.”

“So… um, what does B stand for?” Fluttershy asked.

“Boobs!” Pinkie squealed, throwing her hands in the air, which caused hers to bounce. “Titty-fucking!”

My eyes widened with excitement, and I glanced around at each of the girls’ busts, ending with Pinkie’s.

Oh my god, Pinks, you are AMAZING. To hell with your double-shit toilet, this is fucking genius.

“Wow…” Sunset said, arms folded. “This is, uh… unexpected, to say the least. A little heads-up would’ve been nice.”

Pinkie shrugged. “I didn’t even know you were coming, silly! I got you worked in though, so it’s all good.”

Sunset rubbed her temple. “No, I know, but… like, I literally just walked in the door, and all the sudden I’m about to play a sex game with four other people.”

Pinkie raised her hands, eyes closed. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to…” —her eyes opened and her lips slowly grew into a smile— “buuuuut I think it’s gonna be super fun!”

“No, it’s… it’s fine. My magic’s actually starting to kick in, so I’m down, I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” Sunset replied. “Plus I can’t stay too long; I was supposed to take AJ out for her first patrol tonight.” She faced me next. “I think it’s been long enough since the hotel, eh?”

I shrugged. “Just don’t draw too much attention to yourselves, that’s all.”

Pinkie waved us off. “AW! We shouldn’t be that long; there’ll be plenty of time left for that!”

Hiding behind a curtain of soft pink, Fluttershy raised her hand to point at the chart. “Um… Pinkie?”

She faced the shy girl.

“Um… why does your name only have three letters under it?”

The rest of us looked at the board to see what she meant.

“She’s right, darling. Where’s your... ahem... P?”

Pinkie was quiet for a moment. Then she sighed and looked around at each of us. “Well… remember when I said that Goldie has a goal to achieve?”

Some of us nodded; others stared, wondering where she was going with this.

“Well, that’s the goal. My P is the main objective. He can’t draw it from the cup—and if he does, he has to put it back and draw again. It’s like… an ‘achievement unlocked’ kind of thing: Goldie has to draw, do, and cross off all the other boxes first —without busting his nut— before he does that with me at the end. No draw for that one; it’ll be the only thing left. But if he shoots his load before that, he loses.”

I snorted softly. Wrong…

“But, darling,” Rarity interjected. “If he doesn’t draw, then how long does he… you know… with your, er... your P?”

Pinkie shook her head. “There is no time limit once he gets there. He goes until he’s finished.”

Realising what that meant, the rest of us sat in silence, staring at Pinkie.

“Pinkie…” Sunset said, stepping closer. “Are you saying you… wanna be turned?”

Pinkie drew a breath, tapping her fingertips together as her cheeks turned from pink to red. “I… think so?”

Rarity furrowed her brows. “What d’you mean, you ‘think’ so?”

“What’s got you thinking about this all the sudden?” Sunset asked. “Because of your family?”

“Um…” The party-girl suddenly seemed to have trouble keeping eye contact with anyone. She now looked like she had for the past several weeks. “Partly, yeah. Plus… it was something Maud said the day I moved out, and it made a lot more sense than I thought it would. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

“But… why the game, Pinkie Pie?” Rarity asked. “What if Golds doesn’t make it?”

Pinkie glanced over at the chart. “I… because I don’t really know what to do. I can’t decide if I really wanna do it or not, so I came up with this game to decide for me.”

“Oh, but darling, that’s hardly something you should be leaving up to a game to decide.”

“I know, but…” Pinkie sighed. “These last few weeks have been really, super-duper hard. Tons of police asking me questions every day; lawyers too, and doctors, and therapists, and landlords. I’ve had to make a lot of unexpected choices and answer a lot of poopy questions, and I’m tired of it. Just this once, I want to let fate decide for me.”

Rarity glanced at Fluttershy and sighed. Sunset looked over at me, looking somewhat dejected on behalf of Pinkie.

“And…” Pinkie continued, “I just wanted to do something fun with you guys. It’s been a sucky few weeks, and I miss having fun—like the time me and Dashie tried to start a mosh-pit at that Enya concert and ended up getting thrown out.” She paused to let out a sigh. “Plus I know how much you guys like your sexy times, so I thought this might be something we could do together.”

It all made sense now. Pinkie’s unusual behaviour, the poor choice in movie —which she knew would be ended early, leading to a convenient segue— and her not wanting Sonata there because she didn’t yet know about the immortality. This whole thing was a setup, orchestrated by Pinkie, because presumably, she didn’t know how else to approach us about it. Or it was because she was a little crazy.

“Ohh, darling,” Rarity said, her voice laced with compassion. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…” She turned away for a moment, eyes closed, before looking at Pinkie again with a comforting smile. “Very well. If you think doing this will make you feel better, then who are we to challenge it?”

“Yeah.” Sunset nodded. “I think it sounds fun. I say let’s go for it, and even if you lose tonight, you can always take more time to think about it. We just want you to be happy again. We miss the old you.”

A warm smile grew on Pinkie’s face. “Aww... thanks. I knew you guys would understand.”

None of this felt strange at all. Honest!

Sunset brought her hands together. “Alright! Let’s play this thing. You guys ready?—except Golds. We already know he is.”

“Word,” I replied.

Rarity sat up straight and regal. “I certainly am. The more I think about this idea, the more arousing I find it to be.”

Sunset tilted her head to look at Fluttershy. “How about you, Flutters?”

The shy girl stared back for a moment, cheeks blazing. Then she looked down at the mattress, letting her hair slip in front of her face as she nodded.

Pinkie looked concerned by this. “Are you OK to do this in front of this many people?”

Sunset raised a hand to dispel Pinkie’s concern. “Don’t worry, Pinkie. She’ll come out of her shell once things get moving. Ask me how I know.”

Pinkie stared vacantly for a few seconds, then she perked up and rubbed her hands together. “OK!” she squealed, returning to her high-energy self, real or not. “Before we start, we have to go over some ground rules.”

“Like what?” Sunset asked, sweeping her hair aside.

Pinkie raised a finger. “Rule number one: Goldie does nothing. Meaning, he lays back, and we do the actions to him. So if he draws someone’s punani, he doesn’t get to drive; the girls do all the work. That way he can’t control it, like if he needs to slow down because he’s getting close. This has to be a true test!”

I rubbed my chin, nodding slowly. “I think I can handle that.”

“GOOD! Rule number two: no interference. This is kind of like rule number one, only for the girls. You guys can’t go easy on him; do your thing like you normally would, and don’t back off if you can tell he’s getting close. That’s cheating! Same goes the other way; you guys can’t do anything that might make him get there sooner, like if one girl is doing her thing with him, don’t be coming over and making out with him or sitting on his face or anything like that.” Pinkie leaned in with her index finger raised. “One girl at a time!”

I slapped the mattress. “This game sucks!”

Pinkie giggled at the joke while Rarity gave my shoulder a light slap.

The party-girl continued. “Rule number three: because I’m not totally heartless, I will allow Goldie-Woldie to have a lifeline that he can use one time.”

“What kinda lifeline?” I asked, intrigued.

“A cool-down break.”

I raised a brow. “For how long?”

“You’ll draw from the gray cup. So it could be anywhere from thirty seconds to three minutes.”

I drew a breath and glanced around at the girls. “Interesting… but, fair enough.”

“Technically, you get a little break every time you draw the next name too, so… there’s that. No dawdling, though!” Pinkie clapped her hands together loudly. “OK! Is everybody on board? Do we all understand the rules?”

Rarity put a finger up. “I have a question, actually.”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you call it ‘Starship Troopers?’ That doesn’t seem to... er, fit... very well.”

Pinkie paused, brows raised. “Oh… well, d’you remember in the movie when Rico joined that infantry unit that his old teacher led?”

I furrowed my brows and scratched my ear, trying to recall it. It’d been many years since I’d seen that movie. “You’re talking about Rasczak’s Roughnecks?”

Pinkie pointed at me, excited that I remembered the name. “Yes! And do you remember what their war cry was?”

I thought about it for a moment or two before it hit me, and when it did, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. “Ahhhh… I get it now.”

“Get what?” Rarity asked, confused. “What is it?”

I looked over at the fashionista. “Whenever they went into battle, the leader would say: ‘Come on, you apes, you wanna live forever!?’”

Rarity’s mouth opened, her brows raised slightly. “Ah… I see. Very clever.” She turned to Pinkie. “Why not call it ‘You Wanna Live Forever?’ Would be a bit clearer, don’t you think?”

“Um, can we start now?” said a soft voice from behind.

The rest of us turned to face the shy girl, who was looking somewhat impatient.

“Ah. Yes, of course,” Rarity said quickly as she stood and looked at me, gesturing to where she’d been sitting. “Here, take my spot, darling. Probably best you lay with your legs off the edge… for at least some of the… er… activites.”

“Sure.” I scooted over to her spot, which was about halfway down the left side of Pinkie’s bed. I sat on the edge, lying back so my feet hung down with my toes just touching the floor. Sunset crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, passing over my old spot to lie close to Fluttershy, leaning on one elbow. Rarity remained standing for the time being while Pinkie fetched the cups and set them near the foot of the bed, arranged from darkest to lightest.

“OK, Goldie-Woldie! Time to draw the first round!”

Unsurprisingly, my heart rate had become elevated with anticipation; it was actually quite thrilling to reach over, knowing that I, at completely random, was about to dictate which of these gorgeous women was going to perform which sex act on me while the others watched.

Not many things had the ability to get my heart going like this. Well done, Pinkie. Well done.

I drew the first name and read it aloud. “Rarity,” I said, looking up at her after a pause.

The fashionista’s lips tightened, and she glanced around at the others somewhat nervously.

I drew the next one. “Two mintutes… of something.”

“OOH! This is so exciting!” Pinkie squealed, shaking her fists in front of her chest.

I drew the third one, read it, and then locked eyes with an anxious Rarity. “Mouth.”

Blushing, she drew a quick breath while placing her fingertips to her chest. “Oh my! Well… I supposed that’s as good a way to start as any.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect, actually,” Sunset agreed as she watched Rarity approach me and drop to her knees, placing her hands on my thighs.

Pinkie was having an elation overload. “EEEE! This is so wild! I’ve never seen Rare-Bear gobble the knob before!”

Rarity looked over at the party-girl, brow cocked. “And what else you haven’t seen?”

Pinkie froze, her face blank. She watched the fashionista run her hands up my thighs until they covered my crotch, rubbing my package to elevate its status from semi-flaccid to rock hard.

The conversation thus far —as well as the imagery in my head— had maintained a low level of arousal in me until now, but seeing it actually playing out in reality, as well as the feeling of those dainty, white hands rubbing my manhood through my jeans quickly turned me into an eager, raging beast.

Pinkie’s eyes lit up when she saw the tent in the front of my pants, suddenly realising what Rarity was referring to. “OOH! Goldie’s wang!”

“You want to see it?” Rarity asked as she reached for my belt.

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically.

“Hm. Just you wait…”

Everyone watched intently as the fashionista flipped the ends of the belt aside and then went after the button, including me, having to lift my head to see. Just as she grasped my zipper, I felt movement behind me, followed by something soft being slid under my head.

“Here, Goldie,” said Fluttershy in a soft voice, and I turned to find a pillow nestled under me.

I looked up at her and smiled. “Thanks, Flutters.”

She smiled back and stroked my forehead with her fingertips. “Have fun.”

When I looked back, my zipper was undone and pulled open. Rarity reached up and hooked her fingers over the top of my pants and shorts, and then began to work them down together.

I lifted my hips to help her, and within seconds, she’d yanked everything down past my knees, revealing my erection to the four of them.

Sunset bit her lip and gave her head a shake. “Mmm… there it is.”

Steepling her fingers around the base of the shaft, Rarity pointed it up at the ceiling. There it was for all to see: tall, rigid, and hot with readiness. Rarity took a moment to appreciate it before glancing at Pinkie with a smirk. “Well? What d’you think?”

Pinkie, nibbling on her bottom lip, nodded slowly.

Rarity giggled. “Precisely.” Then she brought her attention back to me. “Now then, my little friend,” she said, leaning close to my erection so that her eyes crossed slightly, “tonight is your lucky night… because you are about to get a lot of attention.”

I leaned to the side a bit, rubbing my lips together as the anticipation continued to build.

She giggled and then bit her lip, glancing over at Pinkie. “Er… so when do I begin?”

“Oh! Here…” Pinkie reached into her pocket to produce her phone. Quickly, she opened the stopwatch app. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll start the timer when you start.”

“Perfect,” Rarity replied, facing me again. After a lick of those frosty white lips to prepare herself, Rarity opened her mouth and leaned in slowly.

When her lips were just millimeters away from contact, however, her eyes began to move around the room, and she quickly took notice of everyone watching. A sudden feeling of apprehension came over her, making her laugh and turn away, putting the back of her hand over her mouth. “Oh my goodness,” she said softly, looking back at her friends reluctantly. “I’ve never done this in front of such a large audience before.”

“You can do it, Rare,” Fluttershy encouraged softly.

“Yeah.” Sunset shook her head. “You’ve basically done this before. This is only one more than the night we came home; remember?”

“True, true. But still... this is a lot of people watching me put a cock in my mouth.” Rarity licked her bottom lip once more, tilting her head as she examined the hard mast in front of her. After a deep breath to steel herself, she spoke again. “Well, here goes nothing.” Closing her eyes, she leaned in, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around that warm, swollen head.

The other three girls watched in silence, totally riveted to the sight of those smooth, alabaster cheeks collapsing under the suction, her lips drawing a tight seal just above the ridge. With those satin-blue eyelids on display, Rarity backed off, leaving a glistening patch of saliva behind as her lips slowly slid off the tip with a soft squip.

She went back for another mouthful, this time closing her lips around the shaft just past the ridge, making sure the entire head disappeared inside her warm mouth. Every nerve ending cried out with delight as those soft, full lips popped over the edge and dragged over my head again, moistening it further.

After letting it slip out a second time, the fashionista kissed the underside of the head a few times and then flicked it with her tongue, causing my breath to hitch when a snap of sensation shot through me. Then, without warning, she dove in, taking my length into the back of her hot mouth so deep that it made her gag. She pulled back very slowly, letting me feel those lips slide along the shaft until they flared once again over the ridge.

“Mmmmm…” She paused there for a moment to let her tongue flutter against the tip, making my eyelids twitch with delight.

In the meantime, Pinkie had knelt at the foot of the bed and folded her arms on the mattress, letting her chin rest on her forearms as she watched her friend’s head begin to bob rhythmically, making those indigo fiddleheads sway along with the motion.

I released a deep exhale, struggling to keep my eyes open as I felt that hot mouth stroke my length, teasing me with growing pleasure when she would pause to massage the head with her lips and tongue. A bead of saliva had begun to run down my length from the corner of her mouth, so she paused and dipped her head to the side to press her lips to the side of the shaft, slurping the moisture into her mouth before returning to the top to swallow the head again.

“Mmm!” She squealed with delight when she was rewarded with the taste of pre-ejaculate, a bead of which had seeped out while she was cleaning her spit from the shaft.

Pinkie lifted her phone to check the time, then returned her eyes to the bouncing head of her friend. “Five seconds, Rare-Bear.”

Hearing this, Rarity furrowed her brows and thrust herself deep onto my length, letting me feel the back of her throat press against the tip. Slowly, she dragged her lips up the shaft one last time before sliding them over the head, her cheeks fully depressed until she released me with a loud pop, leaving her mouth open. “Ahhhh...”

Dropping her phone, Pinkie applauded the fashionista. “Wow, Rare-Bear! That was super sexy!”

Rarity blushed and rolled her eyes. “Oh... thank you, darling,” she replied, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger. “I try.”

“She always does a good job,” Fluttershy agreed.

“What’d you think, Goldie?” Pinkie asked me. “Did that feel as good as it looked?”

I looked over at her, exhaling through pursed lips. “At least.”

After jumping to her feet to draw an X over the M under Rarity’s name, Pinkie grabbed the black cup and held it out to me. “OK, let’s go! Next draw!”

Rarity leaned on my knees with her forearms to watch as I reached over to draw again. After plucking the next slip, I read it and shook my head, chuckling. “Heh… Rare.”

The fashionista’s eyes widened. “Me again? Oh my…”

“A two-fer? Lucky slut,” Sunset smirked.

“Don’t be jealous, darling, you’ll get your turn,” Rarity snipped, pointing her nose up as she poked at her hair.

“Keep going, Goldie!” Pinkie urged.

I drew from the next cup. “Three minutes.”

“Ooh…” Rarity replied with a lidded smirk. “Of what?”

“Let’s see,” I said, reaching into the third cup, my heart beating quite heavily. I cocked a brow when I read it. “Pussy.”

Rarity gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh my! Diving right in, are we?”

I gave my head a shake. “Looks like it,” I said, returning the paper to the cup.

“Well that escalated quickly,” Sunset remarked, to which Fluttershy nodded.

“It did, but that is the genius of it, I suppose,” Rarity said.

I couldn’t disagree with that.

The fashionista stood and made her way around the foot of the bed towards the shy girl. “A little assistance, if you could, please,” she said as she stood with her back to the bed, showing off her little derrière wrapped in those tight pants. “These trousers are rather snug, as I’m sure you can see.”

Fluttershy was quick to scooch across the bed and sit at the edge, placing Rarity’s tight booty directly in front of her face. Grasping the zipper at the back of the pants, she pulled it down, revealing a lacy, blue thong. With modest effort, she managed to wiggle the skin-tight pants over her girlfriend’s hips and then halfway down her thighs, bearing those snowy-white cheeks for all to see.

Fluttershy giggled. “I just love this cute little bum,” she said, leaning in to kiss the right cheek. She reached up and drew the thong down to mid-thigh, and then planted a second smooch on the other cheek.

Rarity giggled, looking down to watch her pants drop to her ankles, at which point she stepped out of them one leg at a time. “Thank you, Fluttershy,” she said as she turned back to face then shy girl, reaching down to dip her finger between her legs. “I’m not sure if I’m quite ready yet. Would you be so kinds as to… you know?”

“Oh, um… sure,” Fluttershy nodded, gathering some spit on her tongue as Rarity lifted one knee to place her foot on the bed, next to the shy girl. Fluttershy leaned in and, with a tongue loaded with saliva, licked the entire length of the fashioista’s slit, moistening it for her.

Rarity shuddered at the warm sensation and then looked down at the other girl as she withdrew, licking her lips.

Watching, Pinkie raised a finger. “Uhh... this is technically cheating, you guys.”

“Just wanted to make sure I was prepared, that’s all,” Rarity replied, returning her foot to the floor.

“Um, I think you would have been OK,” Fluttershy said, wiping her mouth. “That seemed pretty wet to me.”

Smiling, Rarity bent down, grasped the shy girl’s chin and kissed her. “I know,” she whispered. She then turned away, looking back with a wink before walking around to the edge of the bed, where I laid waiting.

She stood before me for a moment, putting a finger to her chin as she shifted her weight to one side; naked from the waist down, that dark strip of violet hair and little white cleft between her thighs was plainly visible for all to see.

“I suppose it’s safe to say I haven’t done this in front of this many people either,” she said.

“Yeah, having dick inside you is usually kind of a private thing,” Sunset remarked.

“Indeed,” Rarity said as she leaned forward and crawled over me, straddling my hips while her hair hung down and brushed my face, its vanilla goodness wafting into my senses. “I wonder how many more I could handle before feeling weird about it.”

“Quite a few,” Pinkie blurted, making us all turn her way, causing her eyes to widen. “I mean, not me personally!” she said quickly.

Sunset furrowed her brows. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“I just…” Pinkie cleared her throat and lifted her phone to redirect the conversation. “OK, Rare-Bear. Anytime.”

“Mmm.” Rarity closed her eyes and rose slightly. Biting her lip, she reached down between us, using her fingertips to prop my erection up and aim it between her thighs, placing the head against her soft folds; she stroked the length of her slit with it, spreading my pre-ejaculate around her crease to mix it with Fluttershy’s saliva, along with her own juices.

After locking eyes with me to see if I was ready, Rarity closed her eyes and pushed backwards, pressing that warm moisture against my throbbing head. Some resistance was encountered at first, but her flesh soon gave way and parted to allow my entrance, and from there my length slipped into her with little fuss.

The fashionista’s abdomen eventually met mine, sheathing my entire length in that hot, velvety tightness, making her blast my face with her sweet breath, eyes opened wide. “Oh, how I love it!” she whispered, lowering herself to kiss my lips, her still-clothed breasts pressed against my chest. “That feeling… when it first slides in; mmmm, I never get tired of it.”

“Mmm. Can’t disagree with that,” Sunset’s voice came from behind.

“Indeed,” Rarity replied, stealing another kiss as her moist heat continued to soak my manhood.

“Uh… Rare-Bear?” Pinkie cut in. “Time’s running.”

“Ooh!” Those sapphire eyes popped open at this. She lifted herself from me, leaning on the mattress with her hands so her bust hovered about an inch above my chest. “Apologies, darling; I suppose I’d better get busy.”

That elegant, white frame began to sway above me, causing that delicious-smelling hair to swing around our faces like a silky, indigo curtain. That thin, purple landing strip ground against my abdomen as her hips thrust against me, stroking my length with that tight, heavenly texture, sending a warm shiver throughout my body as her breath blew against my face, a good sign that she was enjoying herself as well.

The other three girls watched in silence, Fluttershy with one hand already buried inside those yoga pants. Pinkie cocked her head as she watched, letting her eyes flow over the gyrating body of her friend until they reached that bare, white backside, pointing shamelessly into the air.

The party-girl leaned over for a better view, but when it yielded little more, she quietly slipped her arms from the bed and crawled around to the side, looking to satisfy her curiosity.

The view from behind was much more graphic; below that round, little derrière and between those milky thighs was a pair of thick, white lips, stretched wide to accommodate that hard, veiny girth, which by then had been coated in a layer of her glistening wetness.

“Welp… they’re definitely not faking,” Pinkie muttered to herself. She returned to her spot at the foot of the bed once she’d had her fill, placing her arms once again on the edge of the mattress to continue watching her friends fuck while the feeling of heat grew steadily down below.

Seconds later, Rarity sat upright and threw her head back, combing her fingers through those silky locks as she panted into the air, relishing the feel of that hot, stiff girth pointing straight up inside her before reaching down to lean on my chest, her nails digging into my shirt. I reached up in response, cupping my hands over her breasts to squeeze them through that tight shirt; she used this to her advantage by leaning into my arms for leverage, grinding her clit against my lap, taking my length as deep as possible while massaging it with those tight, hot depths

She rode me like this for the better part of a minute, whimpering incessantly, her pretty face contorted with bliss, curling her hips forward with each thrust—faster and faster, harder and harder, to the point where the entire bed began to sway with her motions, rocking everyone on board.

“Hooohhh…” she moaned, eyes closed and brows furrowed, her fingernails digging into my chest as an orgasm began to creep in, prompting her to grind even harder, desperate to coax it out. “Ahhhh!”

“Ooh…” Sunset bit her lip as watched Rarity’s face, hearing her moans of delight. “Look at her; she’s totally gonna get off.”

“Uh-huh…” Fluttershy panted in agreement, fingers busy with her clit. “I’d know that fffff… face anywhere.”

They weren’t wrong. Seconds after I heard these words, the fashionista’s body stiffened, and she began to quiver with delight. Her eyes slammed shut, mouth open wide as she released a howl that filled the room with the sound of utter bliss. “OOOHHHH!” Clutching wads of my shirt in her fists as her hot, pulsating interior clenched my manhood like a vice, the fashionista gleefully soaked my lap with a wave of fresh, warm fluid.

She flopped forward when the climax ended, panting hard as she kissed me numerous times, sending her frantic tongue in between my lips to show her gratitude. After licking my mouth out, she broke the kiss and brought her hand up to stroke my cheek with the backs of her fingers, giggling breathlessly.

“Bravo, darling,” she panted. “That was wonderful!”

“No, you were wonderful,” I said, returning her kisses as I reached down to squeeze her backside.

“Ooohh,” she moaned as she began to grind her body against mine once again, making us notice the smooth layer of juice that’d been spread during her orgasm. “Such a sweetheart you are,” she whispered, bringing our mouths together for another kiss while her movements showered us both with fresh waves of pleasure.

But then, Pinkie made a terrible announcement: “Five seconds, you two.”

Rarity’s brows furrowed, her face creased with disappointment as her body slowed to a modest rhythm. “Ooh,” she whined. “How I wish there was a four minute card.”

“There’s always later,” I replied, just as Pinkie called the time.

Rarity stopped and went limp, letting her forehead rest on mine. “Thank you, darling. That was lovely,” she smiled, before dropping one last kiss on my lips and then lifting her hips, letting my erection slip out of her.

Rarity stood next to the bed, revealing my manhood to the others, glistening with the evidence of what she and I just did together. After a vain attempt to straighten her hair, the fashionista bent forward to lean on her knees, trying to hold them still. “Oh my…” she huffed, looking down at herself. “Look at me, I’m shaking!”

“Well, fuck…” Sunset shook her head. “I practically felt that too.”

“Mm-hm,” Fluttershy agreed, putting her fingers in her mouth to clean them off.

“Yeah, that was hot!” Pinkie squealed as she leapt to her feet to mark another X on the chart. “And Goldie,” she continued as she added a star above Rarity’s name, “because you made Rare-Bear cum, I’m gonna add thirty seconds to whatever you draw for your cool-down lifeline!”

“Sweet,” I replied, watching her plump backside as she replaced the cap.

After setting the marker down, she turned to me again, grinning with excitement. “OK, Goldie-Woldie, next draw!”

Taking a deep breath to calm my body, I reached over to draw from the first cup, wondering if the girls were paying attention to that or the fact that my manhood was bobbing along with my pulse.

After drawing, I paused when I read the name, arching a brow as I released the breath I’d been holding. “Rare.”

“Jeez!” Sunset threw her hands in the air, glowering at the fashionista. “You gonna let us play, or what!?”

“Oh, psh! Kh! It’s not my fault!” Rarity scowled back, her voice husky.

I glanced at Pinkie. “Isn’t there a rule against drawing the same name too many times?”

The party-girl shrugged. “They all have to be done eventually, so… it doesn’t really matter.”

“Ooh! But I’ll soon be eliminated at this rate!” Rarity whined.

It was hard to take her seriously, though, standing there bottomless with her slit in full view.

I rolled my eyes and threw the paper back. “Whatever. Let’s just do it,” I said, reaching for the second cup as Pinkie dipped a finger into the first cup to stir it around. I read the second note. “Thirty seconds.”

The girls glanced at one another, looking glad that it would be a short round.

I drew the third card and raised a brow when I read it. “Hands.”

Rarity stood for a moment. “Oh.”

Sunset clapped her hands impatiently. “OK! Thirty second handjob; let’s go!”

Rarity rolled her eyes and then kneeled down before me. “Alright then,” she said as she licked the web between her thumbs and forefingers and then took the shaft by the base, pointing my manhood at the ceiling. She closed her fingers around the head next, giving a gentle squeeze.

A sparkling bead of clear fluid grew on the tip, eliciting an awed gasp from the girls as they watched it run down over Rarity’s delicate little knuckles.

“Well at least you know Golds is into it,” Sunset quipped, prompting Pinkie to giggle as she stared the timer.

After brushing the backs of her fingers along my manhood to distribute the slick fluid, Rarity closed her fist around the head and began to stroke. Biting her lip, she cocked her head to watch that little white fist pump away, blasting me with jolt after jolt of sharp sensation; this was a different sensation than the gentle caress of a mouth, or the uniquely perfect texture of a vagina.

Her hand was soft and delicate, but it focused its pressure in a way that other methods couldn’t, and it provided an intensity that made my legs tremble, and if continued for too long, would undoubtedly make me erupt like a volcano, shooting a generous load of white lava straight into the air before it landed on her hands, face, or, god forbid, her hair.

Luckily, it was only a thirty second round, and it seemed like it’d just started before Pinkie gave Rarity a heads-up.

“Five seconds, Rare-Bear.”

Rarity looked at me with a smirk, knowing that what she was doing had an intense effect. She paused for a couple seconds, winked, and then broke into a rapid shake, squeezing my knob tightly as her fist blurred into obscurity. My legs quivered under the overload of sensation, causing me to whimper out loud just as she released me, following with an evil cackle.

“Ohh, haha! Too much, darling?” she giggled.

“Fuck,” I huffed, rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand. “Just a little.”

“Rare-Bear’s gettin mean!” Pinkie giggled as she rose to update the chart. Then, after dropping the marker in the trough, she knelt at the foot of the bed again. “Go, Goldie.”

I was starting to have a sneaking suspicion that I wasn’t going to make it through this entire game; these women were too beautiful and too good at what they did for me to have any hope of holding my load back until the end.

Watching Rarity, who looked rather like she expected to be going again, I drew from the black cup. When I read the paper, I raised a brow, smirked and looked up at Rarity.

Her arms fell to her sides when she caught my glance, her head tipping back. “Ugh! Again? I fucking knew it.”

I shook my head and held the paper up. “Nope. It’s Sunny’s turn.”

“Yes! Finally,” Sunset cheered, shaking her fist.

Surprised, Rarity looked at me again. “Oh…”

“Take a break, Rare. You’ve earned it,” I said, arching my neck to lock eyes with the red-head. “Let’s see what you’re doing.”

She bit her lip in anticipation as I turned to reach for the gray cup.

“Two minutes.”

“You’d better draw ‘pussy,’” Sunset demanded, shaking her head. “I am so fucking wet right now.”

“I’ll try,” I chuckled as I reached into the white cup, stirred the papers around to randomize them and then picked one out to read it. My heart fluttered a bit when I saw what it was.

I looked up the red-head again, holding the paper aside. “Boobs.”

Sunset covered her mouth. “Oh shit, really?” she said, her voice muffled by her hand.

“You’ve never done that before?” Pinkie asked curiously.

Sunset shook her head. “No. I’d never even heard of it until I saw Flutters do it that one night. I mean... I’ve thought about it since then, but...”

Rarity coaxed Sunset off of the bed. “Come on, darling, get up here! It’s not so bad.” She paused for a moment, putting a finger to her lips. “It’s kind of invigorating, actually, doing something like this in front of a crowd. In fact, I would entertain the idea of fucking in front of more people; all those eyes watching my body writhe with pleasure, begging to be filled to the brim with his hot cu—”

“Alright, just… one step at a time,” Sunset cut in, hand raised as she slid from the bed. “Let me get used to this first.”

With a little shrug, Rarity put her nose up and headed for the bed. Still bottomless, she crawled on her hands and knees to claim Sunset’s spot, rolling over onto her back while Sunset stepped into the middle of the room, facing away from us.

Sighing, she slipped the leather jacket off and dropped it next to her feet. Then she peeled her T-shirt over her head to reveal a black bra, which was quickly hidden when those fiery locks slipped from the shirt and fell down her back. What it failed to cover, however, was the waistband of the black thong that showed above the top of her jeans; all of our eyes were drawn to it, even as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

That perfectly sculpted ass was stolen from our view, though, when she turned to face us, smirking, her arms folded under her breasts to keep the bra in place, cradling those soft mounds as she stepped closer and kneeled before me.

“Ready?” she asked with a smirk.

I watched silently as she allowed the garment to fall away, revealing those full, amber breasts, each topped with an erect nipple. She kneaded them a few times, pursing her lips at me, teasing me with the anticipation of what was to come.

She leaned back and looked down at herself, puckering her lips to let a large, bubbly drop of saliva fall and land between her breasts, which she then squeezed and rubbed together to spread it around.

Rarity, who was lying on her side, propped on her elbow with one knee in the air, shook her head. “I think you’ll find him plenty slippery, darling,” she said, reaching between her legs, her middle finger buried between those fleshy, pink petals, stroking idly.

“Just wanna be sure,” Sunset replied as she shifted closer to me, positioning herself between my legs, her fingers wrapped around those bulbous tits, cupping them from the bottom. “Little help?” she said to me as she held her bust above my abdomen.

I looked down at her, noticing my erection lying down, aiming at my navel. “Oh…” I reached down and slipped my thumb under the shaft to pivot it upward so it pressed against her chest, right between her breasts.

Sunset squeezed those soft mounds together, wrapping my manhood in their smooth, fluffy warmth. She blushed, giggling playfully at the feel of that hot, slick rod buried in her cleavage. “Eek… it feels weird—but also kinda hot.”

“It looks hot,” Fluttershy said softly, her eyes fixated on the swollen head peeking out from between those amber pillows.

“Totally,” Pinkie agreed, glancing at her phone. “OK, Sunset Shimmer; two minutes, starting now.”

Arching her back, the red-head hoisted her bust from my lap. They bulged upward toward her collarbones as my length was swallowed between them, slipping down and out of sight. She dropped them again, treating me to a smooth, relaxing sort of pleasure as my head re-emerged from her cleavage, only to recede once again as she rose for the next stroke.

Her breasts looked amazing squeezed together like this; their softness extruded slightly through her fingers, her hard nipples peeking out from between.

Like each method used thus far, this one had a unique sensation; distinctively smooth like satin, the pressure was quite gentle, despite how tightly she appeared to be holding them. The combination of Rarity’s nectar and Sunset’s saliva allowed for a silky motion against her skin, and it became that much smoother when more pre-ejaculate began to flow from my tip.

At the base of each stroke, each of us caught a glimpse of that swollen head, a trail of clear fluid gushing from the opening on its tip, flowing down between her breasts to be spread around by the next stroke.

“How’m I doing?” she asked, biting her lip as she watched me with those big, turquoise eyes.

I let my eyes drift shut, shaking my head. “Amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

Sunset gave a coy shrug, which caused her grip on one breast to slip. “Crap,” she muttered, stopping briefly to reposition her hand. “There. Yeah, I’m sure.”

I blew through my lips, brows raised. “Coulda fooled me. If you keep going like this, I’m gonna end up shooting that little choker you’re wearing.”

Her eyes became lidded as she continued to bounce those warm, fleshy pillows up and down my length. “Ooh… that’d be hot, but we’ll have to come back to that another time; right now, you need to last long enough to get inside that pink pussy over there.” She nodded towards Pinkie when she said this, causing the party-girl’s face to darken several shades.

Despite how right Sunset was, the temptation to explode all over those glorious amber tits was unavoidable, and I had to bring my fists up to press them to my forehead to concentrate on keeping myself calm.

It was quite difficult, feeling that soft, warm satin gliding along my length, fueling my heart rate with gallons upon gallons of pleasure.

“Five seconds,” Pinkie’s voice rang out from my right, granting me a slight sense of relief.

I opened my eyes again, not wanting to miss the final seconds of those lovely breasts wrapped around me. Her cleavage glistened and her nipples were stiff; Sunset panted with delight as my head poked out from between those golden mounds several more times before Pinkie called the time, signalling the red-head to stop just as a tremor rang through my loins, causing my length to twitch with excitement.

Sunset chuckled when she felt that hot mast writhe between her breasts, signalling how intense my arousal had gotten. “Wow... this is like torture for you, eh?”

I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. “Eh... not quite yet; it’s getting there, though.”

Smirking, she held her breasts together as she lifted herself up, letting my erection slide out from below. Visibly swollen, it toppled over and landed on my abdomen with a wet slap.

Sunset and Pinkie stood simultaneously—Pinkie to update the chart, and Sunset to find a seat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her shining chest. After a moment of running a finger between her breasts to feel the slickness, a breathy voice prompted Sunset to look behind her.

“Mmm… bra… bravo, darling…” It was Rarity, lying with her eyes closed, her middle finger buried knuckle-deep in her vagina. “That was absolutely gorgeous!”

“Yeah?” Sunset smiled, feeling a sense of pride. She faced Fluttershy next. “What’d you think, Flutters?”

The shy girl’s hair was covering her face, hiding her expression, but her hand being down her pants again made it obvious that she wasn’t listening.

“Oh, she’s busy,” Sunset mumbled to herself, glancing at Pinkie as she drew an X over the B under her name.

Pinkie turned to face her with a smile and a thumbs-up. “That’s one down for you, Sunset Shimmer! Now you’ve just got—“ She paused when she turned back to face the whiteboard. “Hm…”

“What?” Sunset asked, curious.

Pinkie pointed the marker at the H and faced Sunset. “You can’t do this one, can you? Doesn’t it mess you up when you touch Goldie with your hands?”

“Oh, well…” The red-head glanced at me. “Its, well…”

Pinkie shrugged and faced the chart again. “That’s OK,” she cut in. “We’ll just cross that one off. We don’t really need it that bad.”

Sunset raised a hand as Pinkie marked the letter off. “Oh… no, I can still—“ She was interrupted by a swift kick to her hip, and she turned to see Rarity glaring sharply, shaking her head. “Oh… I mean” —she faced Pinkie again— “yeah. That’s fine.”

Pinkie capped the marker and dropped it. “OK! Draw, Goldie!” she commanded, dropping to rest her arms on the bed once more.

With a deep inhale, I reached into the black cup and drew a name.

“Pinks.”

Sunset, Fluttershy and Rarity glanced at one another, realising their friend had been selected for her first sexual interaction with me while simultaneously noticing how disheveled they all looked. This did not detract from their beauty, however; quite the opposite, in fact.

The party-girl’s face went blank for a moment, and then it quickly filled with crimson. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Your name’s on the chart, is it not?”

Pinkie gave a brief glance to the board and then looked around at her friends. “I just… I didn’t expect to be this nervous in the moment,” she giggled anxiously. “I don’t really know why I am…”

“Wait until he’s done drawing, darling; I can tell you from experience the anticipation is the worst part.” Rarity tapped the top of my head. “Come, Golds, don’t leave her hanging like this!”

“Yeah-yeah,” I said, drawing the next slip. “Two minutes. Again.”

“OOH!” Pinkie squealed, fists clenched. “What’s it gonna be?”

“Don’t worry,” I said, hand raised. “It’s gonna be fun. I’m up for doing anything with you, Pinks.”

“Aww,” she cooed as I reached into the third cup.

Please be the tits, please be the tits, please be the tits…

I selected a piece of paper and brought it out to read it. Then I mouthed an F-bomb and glanced at Pinkie. “Hands.”

She returned with a crooked smile, unsure if she was relieved or disappointed that she wasn’t doing something more intimate. “OK… I guess I can ‘handle’ that. Haha! Get it?” she giggled anxiously.

“Go for it, Pinkie,” Sunset encouraged, adding a chuckle to acknowledge the joke. Then she leaned over and reached a hand over me, letting her bare breasts hang just above my face. “Here, gimme your phone; I’ll run the timer.”

Pinkie handed the phone to Sunset while I reached up with my mouth to give the red-head’s nipple a quick bite, causing her to grab her breast and jump back in surprise.

“Hey!” she barked, cradling her breasts in her arm as she held Pinkie’s phone in the other. “You see what we have to deal with, Pinkie?” she said as the party-girl moved around the corner of the bed to position herself between my knees, giggling. “You gotta keep your head on a friggin swivel around this guy.”

“Well you did put your boobs right in his face,” Pinkie asserted before bringing her hands up to moisten them with her tongue, one at a time.

“Yeah-yeah,” Sunset mumbled, thumbing the phone screen. “OK, Pinkie. Two minutes, whenever you’re ready.”

I looked down at the party-girl as she rested her forearms on my thighs, getting into position for the job. The sight of her down there was an alien one, as Pinkie and I had never interacted in this way before; granted, she had masturbated in front of me —right after hearing the sound of Fluttershy fucking me against the table until I pumped her full of cum— but even so, the idea of her giving me pleasure directly was an unfamiliar, albeit exciting, feeling.

The feeling only elevated when those chubby, pink fingers wrapped themselves around my slippery rod, one around the shaft and one around the head. “It’s big,” she whispered softly, biting her lips as she gave it a gentle squeeze. A large bead of fluid gushed from the tip, and her eyes lit up when she saw it.

“Ooh…” she cooed. “There we go.” She swept one hand over it, spreading the slick juice down the head and across her hand, adding it to the slippery coating that was already present. Now fully lubed, her hands began to stroke that hot, rigid mast, sweeping its full length while simultaneously twisting her grip in opposite directions, like she was removing the cap from a bottle.

The sensation threw my mind into a tailspin; never did I expect this girl’s hands to be so effective at giving pleasure, yet they slammed my body with a wave of sharp sensation while making it look like it was the easiest thing she’d ever done.

Those soft hands caressing my entire length made every nerve ending sing, making my breath catch in my throat with every smooth, tight twist of my knob, contrasted by the tickle of gentle fingertips when she changed her methods, brushing the perimeter around the ridge to grant a short respite from that mind-shattering bliss, only to return to the more aggressive grip only seconds later.

After what seemed like an eternity of this, Pinkie switched to a new style: staring at the base, she pulled her fist upward, stroking towards the head while replacing that hand with her other hand at the base, which she would then bring upward to follow the first hand as it slid over the head and off the end, coming back down to the base to start over again.

This one direction, hand-over-hand method was like one long continuous stroke, sending a rush of pleasure through my length and up my spine, causing me to bite my lip and stiffen my back in a poor attempt to endure it.

“Damn…” Sunset muttered, watching with wide-eyes. “That looks… intense.”

“I’ll say…” Rarity agreed, the sound of her fingers squipping in her slit blending with the sounds of Pinkie’s wet hands sweeping over my erection.

Without warning, Pinkie changed direction, and she began stroking from the head downwards, but continuing the unidirectional hand-over-hand technique. Air hissed in through my teeth as the reversal threw me for a loop, and I kept my eyes shut tightly, trying to keep a lid on the pressure that had begun to boil up in my loins.

Then, once again out of nowhere, Pinkie adopted a new style. One hand grasped the head and gave it a continuous feed of short, steady stokes while she opened her other hand flat and pressed her palm against the tip, rubbing in a circular motion.

The sensation was beyond intense and nearly unbearable, to the point where my entire body jerked, my legs trembling against the party-girl’s sides.

“Holy fffff...“ I bit my lip and looked down at her, past a pair of fluttering eyelids. “How… how the fuck— … where the hell did you learn this?”

“Oh, Goldie!” Pinkie giggled, smiling at me with those cute dimples, that sparkly lock of hair hanging over her heavily-lined eyes, which she used to stare seductively at me. “I’m a party-girl! Do you even know how many handjobs I’ve given?”

“Jesus Christ…” I let my head fall to the pillow, eyes shut tight as I reached over to grab Sunset’s thigh and squeeze it firmly.

“Jeez, Pinkie,” the red-head smirked. “You do want him to last to the end, right?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Those are the rules, Sunset: we can’t go easy on him,” she replied, looking down when she noticed the thickening layer of fluid forming against her palm.

Sunset cocked her head, lips pursed. “Fair enough.” After checking the phone, she glanced at me next. “Well, the good news is there’s only ten seconds left.”

“Ohh, you lucky guy,” Pinkie teased, switching back to her original double-fisted stroke, presumably to ease me out of it.

Panting, I gladly took the offer of mercy, placing the back of my hand over my brow as the final seconds of bliss filled my body. It was a good thing I didn’t draw the three minute card for this, or Pinkie Pie would’ve had quite a mess on her hands.

“And that’s time,” Sunset announced, signalling Pinkie to drop my erection like a hot potato.

It landed with a slap against my abdomen, twitching with excitement, a thread of pre-ejaculate running from the tip to form a small puddle on my belly.

The girls stared at it for a moment before turning their attention to Pinkie, who was still kneeling with a pair of wet hands in the air.

“Well… I certainly didn’t see that coming,” Rarity said, glancing at Fluttershy. “She tortured him nearly to death!”

“Hm-mmmm…” the shy girl hummed seductively. “I’m gonna have to try more of that later.”

I shook my head, but opted out of saying anything.

After removing her fingers from her slit and licking them off, Rarity leaned closer to tapped my shoulder. “Darling? Do you think perhaps it’s time to use your lifeline?”

I moved my arm to look up at the ceiling, considering the idea. “No,” I said, shortly. “Not yet.”

Rarity looked surprised. “Really? Are you certain?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I’m pretty far along, but not right on the edge yet. I think I can do a few more—as long as they aren’t all three minutes long.”

Rarity sighed and sat back. “Alright, darling. Your call.”

In the meantime, Pinkie had approached her dresser for some tissues to clean her hands with. After that, she made her way to the board to update the score. Then, after putting the marker down, she leaned past me to retrieve her phone from Sunset, who was quick to notice that Pinkie’s hands were still noticeably damp.

“OK, Goldie, draw!”

Sighing, I reached for the black cup.

“Sunny again.”

By now, the thrill of being drawn had dulled slightly for the red-head, and she simply nodded in acknowledgement.

Next draw.

“Thirty seconds.”

This time Sunset cocked her head, wondering what she’d be doing for such a short stint.

Third cup.

I let out a sigh before reading the note out loud.

“Pussy.”

Immediately, the red-head slapped the cushion, making her breasts jiggle. “Oh, COME ON! Thirty seconds!? That’s all I get?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Sorry, Sunset; thems the rules.”

Sunset huffed and rolled her eyes before leaving the bed. “This is bullshit,” she grumbled under her breath, looking down past her breasts to unbuckle her belt, facing us mostly with her back. The rest of us watched as she flipped the belt aside and then unzipped her jeans, pulling them down past her knees and then bending down to pull them off her feet, giving us a fantastic view of her bare ass—which the thong did little to hide.

She stood upright again and slid her fingers inside the skimpy undergarment to slide them down past her hips, letting them fall to the floor from there. Up until this point, the smell of female arousal had made a point of gradually making itself known throughout the room, but once Sunset’s underwear were removed, the lot of us were hit with the heady scent of womanhood the very second it was uncovered.

Her magic was alive and well, it seemed.

She turned to face us, the first of the group to be completely nude. Her breasts and glistening slit were in full view, her soft lips pinched delicately between those smooth, strong thighs.

“You look positively gorgeous, darling,” Rarity complimented, rubbing her own clit in a circular motion.

“Thanks…” Sunset replied absentmindedly. She closed her eyes, revealing those shadowy eyelids as she adjusted her stance to spread her feet apart, reaching down to slip a finger into what sounded like an extremely moist slit.

“Uhh…” Pinkie furrowed her brow suspiciously as she watched the red-head lick and then bite her bottom lip. “What are you doing, Sunset?”

“Getting myself close,” she replied, panting, her breast jiggling against her arm as she stroked herself rapidly. “Thirty seconds isn’t long enough.”

Pinkie shook her head, putting her hands in a ‘T’ formation. “Nope, NOPE! Hold on! That’s interference!”

Sunset’s eyes popped open and her finger stopped. “What? How!?”

Pinkie pointed at my throbbing, seeping erection. “Because, A: you’re putting on a sexy show for him; and B: you’re giving him a longer break than he’s supposed to get.”

The red-head sneered. “Don’t those things cancel out?”

Pinkie turned to point at the chart. “No! And not only that, if Goldie-Woldie makes you cum, then I have to add another thirty seconds to his lifeline—which isn’t really fair if you’re getting yourself close.”

Sunset’s head fell to the side. “Come on, Pinkie…”

“Sunset!” Pinkie roared unexpectedly, repeatedly slapping the bottom of her chin with the back of her hand. “I’ve had it up to HEEEERE with you breakin the rules!”

“Ugh!” Sunset huffed and rolled her eyes at the cartoonish and quite frankly insane response, taking her finger from her slit to suck the juice from it before marching toward me. “What a crock of shit,” she grumbled as she placed one knee next to my hip and then swung her other leg across me, planting her foot on the mattress. “Help,” she demanded flatly, looking down at my erection.

Drawing a breath, I reached down and propped my manhood up, aiming it between her thighs. In this position, her legs were spread wide, as were her labia, letting that fleshy hood and moisture-covered minoras poke out from between.

Sunset looked down, her hair obscuring her face and breasts as she lowered herself slowly to let that throbbing, swollen head nestle itself between those warm folds. With everything in position, Sunset threw her head back to toss her hair over her shoulders, biting her lip as she descended.

The other three girls and I had as clear a view as one could ask for; my head disappeared first, slipping between those fleshy petals with little argument. After that, we watched in silence as those fleshy, glistening ruffles slid down my shaft, swallowing inch-after-inch into her warmth until she reached the base. Once there, her labia pressed firmly against my body, hiding my entire length from sight.

Fluttershy swallowed. “Oh my… th-that was so hot.”

Pinkie and Rarity said nothing, the latter being so distracted by the scene that she forgot to keep stroking herself.

Sunset exhaled loudly and folded her leg in to straddle my hips, and, since I was still wearing my shirt, leaned on my chest to make the most of a short ride.

Even I was dazed to the point where I hadn’t realised she’d started; she must have been a thousand degrees inside, and was completely flooded to the point where it squipped noisily, smearing her juices onto my abdomen with every thrust of her hips.

Sensations of warmth and electricity rang through me as Sunset’s tight depths stroked my length, and I suddenly found myself quite positive that I wasn’t going to make it all the way through this game.

Reaching up, I cupped those naked breasts in my hands and squeezed them, feeling her stiff nipples tickle my palms as she gyrated aggressively, hoping desperately to get herself off within the time allotted. Times like this, when Sunset was eager beyond reason, were stark reminder of how strong she was; the bed rocked violently under her trusts —much harder than when Rarity was on top— its poor wooden frame groaning and complaining while its occupants above were nearly jiggled right off the edges.

“Good heavens, darling!” Rarity cried, grabbing the headboard with slippery fingers.

“HAHAHA! EARTHQUAKE!” Pinkie laughed as she lifted her phone, trying to hold it still so she could read it. “Whoop! Five seconds, Sunset.”

Sunset’s hands closed into fists at the announcement, gathering the fabric of my shirt into her grip as she moaned a mixture of ecstasy and distain. “Oohhhh…” She came forward and kissed me, the warmth of her soft breasts soaking through my shirt. “I need more,” she whimpered, sounding almost like she might cry. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and flailed about, licking everything within reach.

“Aaaand that’s time,” Pinkie announced.

That tall, amber figure stopped its seductive slithering—far sooner than it would have liked. Sunset broke the kiss and stared into my eyes for a moment, panting against my face.

“You didn’t make it, did you?” I asked, feeling my length twitch inside her, which was in response to the pressure she’d begun to build in me, fading slowly now that she’d stopped.

Sunset shook her head. “No,” she breathed as she rolled off to my left, lying at the head of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge.

I looked down at myself. The red-head’s turn had done a number on me: my entire abdomen —to say nothing of my manhood— was completely soaked in a layer of female arousal; my erection throbbed with excitement and desperation, having been driven closer than ever to orgasm.

“How’s it going, Goldie-Woldie?” Pinkie asked, setting the marker down after marking the board.

“I, uh…” I panted, waving the question away. “It’s going.”

“Great! Draw!” Pinkie shoved the black cup toward me.

“Ugh…” I reluctantly reached over to fish through the black cup. Then I read the note.

“Flutters.”

A quiet gasp came from behind when the shy girl heard her name, and I arched my neck to look up at her. She gave me a crooked smile, trying her best to hide her nervousness.

“Let’s see what you’re doing…” I said as I drew from the second cup. “…For one minute.” I drew from the third cup. “Mouth.”

“Oh… I think I can, um… handle that,” the shy girl said in a tiny voice, stroking the hair that hung next to her face.

“Go for it, Fluttershy!” Pinkie cheered. “All you’re doing is sucking your boyfriend’s dick in front of most of your friends; how hard could it be?”

“Need I remind you, darling, that Fluttershy is quite timid in front of a crowd—remember the Battle of the Bands?”

Pinkie slapped a hand over her forehead. “Oh yeah! She was afraid of a light! Remember that!?” She then slapped a hand over her mouth and looked up at Fluttershy with wide-eyes. “Oh crap! Sorry Fluttershy, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s OK, Pinkie,” the shy girl replied softly as she stepped in front of me and kneeled down, running her fingers through her hair to clear it from her face. “I’ll be OK. I’m not so shy when I’m really, um, turned on. Plus, it’s not like I’m going first; you guys have all done lots of stuff already.”

“Wow, what a trooper!” Pinkie said, raising her phone. “Whenever you’re good, Fluttershy; ready, set, blow!”

Smirking, I shook my head as my eyes went to my girlfriend, who gave an oddly sweet smile in return. This draw was a good thing, actually. Fluttershy had a tendency to give very gentle blowjobs, and while they generally took a long time to complete —and usually ended with an incredibly pleasurable load being sucked out— this was the perfect time to receive one as it was highly unlikely that she would be able to finish me off within a minute.

Gently, the shy girl cradled my length with her soft, graceful hands and stood it upright, feeling Sunset’s wetness on her fingertips. “Hmm.” She leaned down and licked my tip to take a sample of moisture, smacking her lips as she analysed its flavour. “Good, like always,” she said, glancing over at Sunset.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and leaned forward, placing her tongue at the base of the shaft and slowly licking her way upward, sweeping Sunset’s flavour into her tastebuds until she reached the head. After failing to contain a shiver when her tongue flicked across the tip, I opened my eyes and looked down to see Fluttershy pressing her lips against the underside of my erection, kissing the frenulum first before making her way back down the shaft.

I felt some movement on the bed behind me as I watched my girlfriend stroke my manhood with puckered lips, followed by Rarity’s voice sounding from my right.

“Come here, darling; I cannot bear to watch you suffer like this.”

I was only pay half-attention when she spoke, so the meaning of her words didn’t really register at first. My mind was far too occupied by the sight and feel of Fluttershy’s soft lips wrapping around that juicy head to suck the flavour from it. I was also only vaguely aware when Sunset’s naked form moved out of my peripheries.

That soft, cherry blossom hair slipped in front of the shy girl’s face, hiding what she was doing as I felt her lips slide over the ridge, engulfing the entire head in her mouth.

Pinkie appeared vexed by this, and she quickly hopped to her feet to fetch a small hairclip from her dresser. She then returned and leaned over Fluttershy’s side to tie her hair back. “Don’t mind me,“ Pinkie said as she worked, to which the shy girl’s glossy, pink eyelids lifted so she could look up at her friend, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. Once the clip was snapped into place, Pinkie backed away and gave a thumbs-up. “There. Better?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Mmm.” She was unable to speak, but attempted a polite smile nonetheless.

Pinkie went to return to her spot, but when she happened to glance across the bed, her eyes popped open and she pointed a finger at Sunset and Rarity. “HEY! INTERFERENCE!”

Fluttershy, who’d stuffed more than half of my length into her mouth by then, also looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.

“What’s going on?” I arched my neck to look behind me to see.

This prompted Pinkie to throw her hands out to stop me. “Goldie! Don’t look!”

“What? I have to look now!” What I found on the far side of the bed was Sunset, lying naked with her head on a pillow, her thighs spread wide. Rarity was lying on her belly between those long, golden legs, her tongue buried deep in Sunset’s glistening folds.

Pinkie clapped her hands rapidly. “Stop it! You two are in violation of the… inter… ference rule… THING!”

Without opening her eyes, Sunset raised one arm and showed Pinkie her middle finger. “Fuck your interference. I NEED this,” she panted.

“Hmmph!” Pinkie growled, dropping to her knees at the foot of the bed again.

I continued to watch in the meantime, fighting a pair of fluttering eyelids brought on by the shy girl’s lips massaging my knob, her tongue tracing circles around the ridge as I watched Rarity’s tongue flick away at Sunset’s clit, which she’d exposed by using her fingers to spread the layers apart.

The fashionista’s other hand was between her own legs, letting us know what she was doing by audibly squipping her fingers in and out of her slick womanhood. It wasn’t long, however, before she decided to focus all of her efforts on Sunset; she removed her index and middle fingers from herself, brought them up and slid them inside Sunset.

Holy shit. My mind could hardly think of anything better to say, especially with the sensation of Fluttershy’s soft lips bringing me pleasure while I watched Rarity pump her fingers into the red-head, fluttering her tongue against her clit and sucking on her hood until she closed her eyes, arched her back and cried out in ecstasy.

“Ohh… fuck, Rare! AAAHHHH, YES!”

Exhaling slowly, I turned back to Fluttershy when Pinkie made the five second call. At first, I felt somewhat bad for not paying attention to my girlfriend while she worked, but then I was relieved when I noticed that she herself was watching the action as well.

“OK, time’s up,” Pinkie announced, which prompted Fluttershy to back out slowly, letting me slip from between her lips with a soft smack.

“Hm,” Fluttershy giggled, before planting one more kiss on the tip. “All done.”

Surprisingly, the shy girl’s session had stirred a surprising amount of pressure down below—though I would guess that everything that’d happened prior to her blowjob had boosted me along, not to mention the scene that was playing out on the other side of the bed. Speaking of which, Rarity’s voice sounded once again from behind.

“Better?”

“Oh yeah…” Sunset panted. “That was… just… wow. Thanks for that.”

“Not a problem,” Rarity replied. I turned to look up at her as she sat upright, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m sure it wasn’t quite the same as... you know… him, but I couldn’t sit by with you so pent-up like that.”

“Nah, it was good, Rare. Really.”

With the chart up to date once again, Pinkie replaced the marker and faced me. “OK, Goldie-Woldie, you ready?”

“No,” I replied as I reached for the black cup. “Oh, look at that,” I said, after seeing whose name it was. “Rare.”

“Oh my, I certainly am busy tonight!” Rarity swooned as I drew from the next cup.

“One minute—again.” I looked over at Pinkie. “Do I even need to draw the third one? She only has one thing left.”

Pinkie craned her neck to look up at the board. “Oh yeah, I guess you’re right.” She faced the fashionista, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “Get those titties out, Rare-Bear!”

Rarity rolled her eyes, looking mildly indignant to the order —or its delivery, really— and she slid off the bed to make her way to what we had unofficially come to consider the ‘staging area.’ Reaching behind her head, she swept her hair aside and undid the clasp at the back of her shirt, then she peeled it over her head to reveal a slender, white figure, covered only by a lacy blue brassiere.

She dropped the garment to the floor and took a moment to fix her hair. Then, facing us, she reached between her breasts to unclip her bra and smirked as she slowly swung it open, releasing those perky, white breasts, complete with hard, pink nipples.

“Ohh dammit,” I whispered as that pale, nude figure strode toward me, breasts bouncing, hips swinging, drawing everyone’s attention to that dark landing strip and the glistening slit below, which quickly sank from view when she knelt between my knees.

“Now then…” she said, rubbing my thighs with moist fingers.

“I take it this is a first for you as well?” I asked.

“Not quite, darling—but in front of this many people? Yes.”

Saying nothing, I watched quietly as she nestled her body in close, letting her breasts come to rest on my abdomen. Holding onto one, she reached down with the other hand, scooped her fingers under my erection to pick it up and press it against her chest.

“My my, such a mess you are,” she remarked as she squeezed her breasts together, wrapping them around that hot rigidity, lacing her fingers over them to lock them in place.

The timer was started, and Rarity began to bounce.

While not as well endowed as Sunset or Fluttershy —and certainly not Pinkie— Rarity’s bust still possessed more than enough of that soft, fluffy tissue to do the job. Granted, more of my head protruded from her cleavage at the base of each downstroke when compared to Sunset, and there was less of a cushion between her grip and my manhood, but still, it felt wonderful—maybe too wonderful, given how late into the game we were.

There was plenty of juice to keep things moving; those milky-white mounds slid up and down my length as smooth as silk, and the warm, soothing pleasure it created sent an endless flow of delight through my body. I had to be careful not to lose myself in it, however; there were a lot of unmarked letters left on that whiteboard, and it was far too soon to let myself myself get Spartan-kicked into the climax pit.

The first half-minute went well, I was able to endure without much issue while enjoying its obvious benefits, but it was at the midway point that her juicy fingers allowed one breast to slip free, exposing her nipple from under her hand. This forced her to stop momentarily and re-adjust her grip; this time, she was able to swaddle my length much more tightly—the effect of which became apparent very quickly when she resumed working her bust up and down.

Smooth, tight, and warm. For the latter half of that minute, this became my world. Mind-numbing sensation began to pour over me, calling an unbelievable amount of tension to the surface from deep within, where it’d been waiting to pounce at just the right time. The pressure built rapidly with each stroke, and I could feel my manhood begin to stiffen and swell, prompting me to look down at the action.

I bit my lip tightly, trying my best to suppress the impending release as I watched those fluffy, warm marshmallows slide up and down my manhood, slapping the moist skin of my abdomen each time they hit bottom. I held my breath, heart pounding in my chest as I prayed for the sound of the party-girl’s voice calling the final five seconds, lest I wind up raining all over those beautiful ivory tits with hot, ropy globs of glorious defeat.

Rarity clearly felt it as well; the sudden growth and added firmness would have been hard to miss. Her eyes widened and locked with mine. She bit her lip, nervous that she was about to feel those relentless, scalding shots against her throat and chin, but in honour of her friend’s rules —unlike Sunset— she continued on at full steam.

Fortunately, the sound of a miracle filled the room.

“Five seconds, Rare-Bear.”

A look of relief swept across the fashionista’s features, followed by a warm blast of air over my stomach when she released the breath she was holding. Without thinking, she slowed her strokes and loosened her grip slightly, that intrinsic generosity granting me the tiny bit of mercy I needed to survive the round.

When Pinkie called the time, Rarity immediately released her breasts and leaned back, hands raised and looking somewhat apologetic as my manhood toppled over like a felled tree.

“Oh… you poor thing,” she said, her bottom lip sticking out as she watched me rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, panting deeply. “Has this become torture yet?”

I paused, drew a deep breath and then lifted my hands to look down at her. “Yes… but also no. The only thing that’s making this hard is not belong allowed to cum; what you just did there, that felt fucking amazing. One of these days I gotta let you finish the job.”

Rarity licked her lips and straightened up, looking down at her breasts. “Hm.” She thought quietly to herself as she pinched her nipples, rolling those stiff, pink buds between her fingertips. “I had no idea these little ladies had so much power.”

“They’re tits, Rare. Of course they do,” Sunset snorted. “And they’re not little; just because you’re the smallest one here doesn’t mean you don’t have a nice rack—especially for your build.”

“Yeah!” Pinkie squealed as she marked another X on the chart. “You’ve got some of the cutest little titties I’ve ever seen!”

Rarity’s cheeks flushed. “Oh… well. Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I… appreciate the compliment,” she said as she rose to crawl across the foot of the bed.

“No prob, Bob!” the party-girl replied, dropping the marker and then facing me. “Ready for the next round, Goldie-Woldie?”

“Ehh…” Rarity cringed, raising a finger. “As much as I hate to speak for Golds, darling, I do believe he was quite close at the end of that.”

Sunset nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I know that face when I see it.”

I furrowed my brows at the red-head. “I don’t have a face, do I?”

“You totally have a face.”

“What?” I turned to Rarity and Fluttershy. “Do I have a face?”

“Hm-hm,” Fluttershy nodded.

“You do, darling, but I happen to think it’s very cute.”

“And it’s a good signal to brace myself cuz I know I’m about to get blasted,” Fluttershy added.

Pinkie leaned over the bed, waving her hands to cut the conversation short. “Off topic, you guys! We gotta make a decision.” She pointed at me. “Goldie, you wanna use your lifeline now or d’you wanna draw?”

I paused, sighing. “Can I draw first and then decide?”

Pinkie shook her head. “No. If you draw, you have to do the round.”

I chewed my lip, looking up at the chart. Then I shook my head. “Ppppppppffff… fuck. Well, I was getting close on that last one… but then again we’re barely halfway through. Honestly? I’m probably gonna need the lifeline later more than I do now.”

Rarity looked worried by this. “You’re going to draw then?”

I glanced at her and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s just hope I draw a shorter time.”

“Ooh… this is quite risky, darling; I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Um…” Fluttershy chimed in, stroking her hair. “Is it bad that I kinda wanna see him cum all over somebody?”

Sunset shook her head. “No, not really. That would be hotness for sure.”

Rarity shook her finger. “As arousing as that sounds, we need to stay focused on the goal, which, need I remind you, is to make Pinkie Pie one of us tonight.”

“I know,” Sunset replied. “But still… it’s hot to think about.”

“Well, we’re about to find out,” I said as I reached for the black cup.

I read the name, and then looked up at the party-girl. “Your turn again, Pinks.”

“Heh heh…” The chuckle sounded forced, possibly because she knew she might be the one to finish me off—in front of my girlfriends.

I reached for the second cup. “Hm,” I cocked my head. “Thirty seconds. This might actually be doable.”

“Possibly…” Rarity said, looking down at her breast as she fondled it idly. “But you have been teetering rather close lately; it may not take much to bring it back.”

“We’ll see,” I said, dipping my fingers into the third cup. Come ooooonn titties! Let’s see them big, pink titties!

I drew a card and read it, then I put it back in the cup. “Already did that one,” I said as I fished around for another. After finding another one, I took it out and read it. “Mouth,” I announced, looking up at Pinkie.

“Hmm…” Pinkie looked at her friends, brows furrowed. “Does the immortality work if I swallow it?”

The girls shook their heads.

“Oh.” She looked at me, her cheeks turning rosy. “Just asking.” Then she smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. “Welp! Let’s see what happens!”

I rubbed my temple as she tossed her phone to Sunset before making her way around to approach me; I found myself frustrated by the possibility of losing this game and going home without getting to see those amazing tits. My attitude changed, however, when a pair of pink hands came to rest on my thighs, drawing my attention down between my legs where the party-girl was kneeling, giving me an awkward smile.

A light flutter breezed through me once I actually considered what was about to happen. Hang on… Pinks is about to suck my dick, I thought as I locked onto those baby blue eyes. Shit... this might be good, actually.

“Ready, Goldie?” She didn’t wait for an answer —not that I cared to give one— and instead picked my erection up with her fingertips, grimacing slightly at the slippery texture.

“Don’t worry,” Fluttershy said, noticing Pinkie’s expression. “I licked most of Sunset’s stuff off.”

“Most…” Rarity clarified.

“That’s OK,” Pinkie said, lips parted as she leaned to the side to observe the small river of clear fluid running from my tip. “I think most of it’s his anyway.” Wrapping her fingers around the base to hold it steady, Pinkie leaned in and licked the tip, her tongue connected to me by a string of clear goo as she pulled away.

She licked her lips and then smacked them noisily, sampling the flavour before giving me a flirtatious grin. “Not bad. Could use some sugar though,” she giggled, reaching up to sweep that sparkly lock of hair behind her ear.

Before I had a chance to wonder what that would taste like, Pinkie closed her eyes and came down, wrapping her lips around the head to clean the rest of the juice from it. When she slipped off the end with a sloppy squip, she came back for more, her mouth open wide to take the entire head inside; she wrapped her lips around the shaft and then proceeded to push forward—and she didn’t stop until her nose came up against my lap, making my entire length disappear.

This was a shock, to say the least. I stared down at her, wide-eyed as I felt my manhood slip right down her throat, a feat that all of the other girls had yet to achieve. Granted, they liked to gag themselves on it from time-to-time, but none of them could ever swallow the entire thing like this.

The other three were no less surprised than I. Fluttershy’s mouth was covered, and Sunset and Rarity, after staring slack-jawed for a moment, slowly turned to face each other. Then they both nodded.

“Party girl,” they said in unison.

Pinkie backed away only seconds after hitting bottom, those round cheeks indented by the suction as she dragged her lips up that stiff girth, making my eyes roll back when she reached the head and paused to massage and lick away at it.

She dispensed with the pleasantries after this, however; her head began to bob rather vigorously, making those ribbons of hair on the back of her head bounce and sway along with it; her lips swept rapidly and relentlessly from the ridge to halfway down the shaft, saliva sloshing in her cheeks as she sucked firmly, ringing every bell in my body.

Rarity’s prediction that my orgasm would return quickly turned out to be accurate, unfortunately, especially when the party girl’s hand joined in the action to tease in concert with her lips. The pressure rose rapidly; I could feel the tension build, making my length stiffen inside the party-girl’s mouth: swollen, rigid and ready to burst.

It was only a thirty second blowjob, but it might be more than enough to finish me off; the only question was: would I be able to hold it until the time was up, or would I end up firing every bit of the hot, thick tension I’d built up during this game right down Pinkie’s throat?

The question was answered, oddly enough, by Sunset, just when I thought I was about to explode. “OK, five seconds.”

Pinkie slammed her mouth to the bottom again when she heard this and, after a soft moan, decided to spend the final five seconds dragging her mouth off of my length, very slowly and deliberately.

Damn it, if it wasn’t the longest five seconds I’d ever witnessed. Wrapped tightly around my mast, Pinkie’s lips slid up that swollen, trembling shaft, dancing over every distended vein as they went, before eventually popping past that over-pronounced ridge. The sensation of Pinkie’s lips gradually sweeping over the head caused my entire shaft to jerk once, violently; I bit my lip, wondering if I’d spurted a bit onto her tongue. I prayed for the strength to hold back, to make sure I didn’t cross into that free fall zone where there was no turning back and the juices started flowing—after all, there was enough pressure in my loins that I might have blown Pinkie’s head right off if the climax decided to proceed.

At last, Pinkie Pie’s mouth slipped off of my trembling manhood with a tiny smack. Then she looked up at me, eyes wide. “Wowee! That thing is like the size of the space shutt—“ She stopped suddenly, smacking her lips, brows furrowed. “Hm… that tasted a bit different at the end.”

Each of the girls brought their attention to my erection, where, on the tip, sat a large white pearl, which slowly stared to run down toward the ridge.

“Wow,” Sunset mumbled, gazing dreamily at it. “You don’t get much closer than that.”

“Hooh! Indeed,” Rarity added as she fanned herself with her hand. “That, I dare say, has to be one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen.”

“Mmmm…” Fluttershy agreed.

I just laid there, panting, with my forearm covering my eyes, my heart still pounding in my chest as I waited for the pressure to fade. I had no idea how I held out through that, especially given how badly I wanted to pump those pink cheeks full of my load.

Cringing, Pinkie laid my erection down gently. She clearly wasn’t expecting to get me that close within thirty seconds, but the salty traces of cum in her mouth told her otherwise.

Noticing this, Rarity watched as Pinkie rose to approach the chart. “Did you really need to be so aggressive with him, darling? You know how close he is.”

“That’s just how I roll,” Pinkie shrugged as she marked the M off from under her name. “Can’t go easy on him, remember?”

Rarity sighed and shook her head. “You’re lucky he even made it through that,” she said, reaching out to give my shoulder a gentle pat, prompting me to look up at her. “I think, perhaps, that now might be a good time to use your lifeline, hm?”

I gazed at the fashionista for a moment, exhaled, and then nodded. “Yeah… I think you’re right.”

Pinkie set the marker down and spun around. “You’re using your lifeline?”

I nodded.

“Good choice, Goldie! Draw a time and we’ll take a moment to relax and cool our dicks.”

I snorted and reached for the gray cup, hoping for the three minute card. What I got was one minute.

“Shit.”

Pinkie leaned in to read the slip. “That’s not bad! Remember, it’s actually a minute and a half. You earned an extra thirty seconds for making Rare-Bear quiver!”

I scratched behind my ear. “Oh… yeah, OK. Alright, let’s hang loose for a minute and see what happens.”

A few seconds passed before Fluttershy spoke up. “Um… Goldie?” She pointed at the chart, looking somewhat skeptical. “Do you really think you can make it through the rest? There’s quite a bit left; I mean… I’ve only done one thing so far.”

I looked up to appraise the board, tracing my tongue along the inside of my lower lip. She was right. I was barely two-thirds of the way through.

“I’d say it comes down to what times he draws,” Sunset asserted. “Like… if he’d drawn a full minute on that last one, this whole thing would be over already.”

“I agree,” Rarity said, facing Pinkie. “Do you think, Pinkie Pie, that maybe we could… remove the three minute card from the game?”

Pinkie scowled. “That sounds like cheating, Rare-Bear.”

The fashionista’s hands rose in defense. “It was only a suggestion, darling.”

“Here,” I cut in, “can I draw now to see what’s next? At least then we’ll know; the suspense is kinda killing me.”

“Sure! I don’t see why not,” Pinkie shrugged.

Taking a breath, I cleared my throat and then reached for the first cup.

“Flutters.”

The girls glanced over at her, causing her cheeks to flush as I drew the next slip.

“Aw, crap,” I said, drawing their attention back to me. “Three minutes.”

“Uuuugh!” Rarity threw her head back. “I told you!” she growled, turning to face Sunset. “Didn’t I tell her?”

“Calm down, Rare. Let’s just see what act I draw before we freak out,” I said, pulling a slip from the white cup. I looked at the note. Then I sighed. “Pussy.”

Sunset and Rarity groaned in concert together, looking down at the bedspread.

“Welp, that’s it. It’s over.”

“Yup, he’s done.”

Pinkie stared at them, brows furrowed. “Wait… you think so?”

Sunset huffed loudly, gesturing to my manhood. “Pinkie, look at it. It’s fucking still twitching. You really think you’re gonna take that, and” —she pointed at Fluttershy— “stick it in her for THREE MINUTES and expect him not to bust?”

Pinkie rubbed her chin and looked the shy girl over, looking somewhat analytical. “Hmm…”

I arched my neck to look across the bed, locking onto the teal eyes of my girlfriend, who stared back with a hopeless sigh. “Well… it’s not like it’s one of my favourite things to do or anything.”

Fluttershy smiled briefly, but turned serious again. “I know, but…” She paused for a moment, and then turned her attention to the party-girl. “I’m sorry, Pinkie.”

Pinkie Pie giggled and waved her off. “It’s OK, Fluttershy! That was the whole point of the game: to let the universe decide if this was the right choice for me.”

Fluttershy sighed and turned away, clearly not thrilled by the answer.

There was an apparent sombreness in the room now, one that no one really wanted there; but it was there, nonetheless. I sighed, knowing that I should have seen this coming from a mile away, however none of us gave it much credence until it was staring us in the face.

What now? Do we simply end the game? Or do I insist on getting off despite feeling extremely guilty about it not being with Pinkie?

As awkward as that sounded, though, I REALLY needed to finish. For that to happen, I needed to find a way to change the mood, and fast.

Chewing my lip, I looked over at the amber body to my left, propped up on one elbow with that fiery hair hanging down over her shoulder; she appeared vexed by the situation, staring off into space with those beautifully shaded eyes, laced with thick, black lashes. I took a moment to study her breasts; how they drooped lazily to the side, her narrow waist and toned belly, the swell of her shapely hips as they transitioned into those lovely thighs.

Then, when my eyes landed on her hands, an idea struck me.

“Hey, Sunny?” I said, snapping her out of whatever she was thinking about to look at me. “Since it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’m not gonna last this round, d’you wanna do that mind-reading fantasy thing you have where you get to see what it’s like to cum inside Flutters?”

Sunset’s eyes widened. Then her cheeks darkened as she looked around at her friends, noticing them all staring inquisitively at her.

“Um… w-what was that?” Fluttershy asked, her cheeks reddening as well.

I turned to face the shy girl. “Well, Sunny does this thing where she can tap into my mind, and she can see and feel whatever I’m feeling in that moment.”

“Wow! You can do that?” Pinkie asked Sunset, her eyes filled with intrigue.

Sunset rubbed the back of her neck. “Well… I, uh—“

“Yeah,” I cut in. “It works… uh, really well when she’s giving head—cuz then she knows exactly what works and what doesn’t.”

“Crazy!”

I pointed over my shoulder at the fashionista. “She did it with Rare one time, the night we got home from the States with Flutters.” I turned to face Sunset. “How was that?”

“Uh… pretty good?” Sunset replied, her cheeks darkening even more.

“Tsh… well!” Rarity giggled, waving us off. “Should I really be surprised by that?”

“And she’s got… kind of a fetish,” I continued, “for seeing what it’s like to shoot a load in Flutters—you know, because of the whole ‘innocent girl doing a naughty thing’ thing. Heh! She had three chances to do it the night you guys came home from the camp that one week, and she totally forgot!”

Rolling her eyes, Sunset huffed with embarrassment. “Yeah, I know. I realised that, like, the next day.”

“OOH! OOH!” Pinkie stared bouncing on the edge of the bed. “You could TOTALLY do it right now, Sunset Shimmer! Tonight could be your lucky night!”

In the meantime, Fluttershy was staring at the red-head, rubbing her chin with her fingertips. “Is this true, Sunset? Do you really want to cum inside me?” Her eyes shifted to the side, brows furrowed. “Um, or... sort of.”

Unable to make eye contact, Sunset cast her eyes downward, picking at the blanket. “Um, kinda—I mean... I guess so?”

Fluttershy cocked her head curiously. “And… you’ve been thinking about this for months?”

Sunset drew a breath and nodded.

Furrowing her brow, the shy girl shook her head in confusion. “Well… why didn’t you just say something?”

Sunset looked up at Fluttershy and froze.

“All you had to do was ask, and I would have done it.”

The red-head stared for a moment, lips parted. “Oh?”

“Mm-hm,” Fluttershy nodded sweetly before facing Pinkie. “How much of his break is left?”

Pinkie lifted her phone to check it. “About twenty seconds.”

“Oh! I’d better go get ready then.” Fluttershy proceeded to swing her legs off the side of the bed to stand, making her way to the staging area.

Standing before us, she hooked her thumbs over the waistline of those tight pants. She paused suddenly, staring at the bedroom door for a moment before stepping over to close it.

The rest of us glanced at each other.

With a satisfied nod, Fluttershy backed herself into place once again, and then proceeded to slide her pants down those long, yellow legs, leaving only a pair of plain white panties covering her backside. After stepping out of the pants, she kicked them aside and faced us.

Everyone’s eyes fell to the crotch of her panties, which were completely soaked through, making those sweet, yellow labia plainly visible through the thin material.

“Hm,” she giggled softly, looking down at herself. “I’m, um… a little wet.”

“You don’t say, darling,” Rarity murmured, her eyes fixated on her girlfriend’s ladyhood.

Fluttershy then proceeded to slide her underwear off. Down her thighs they went, taking a thread of fluid with them, which didn’t break until they were past her knees. Now dressed in nothing but that skimpy white tank top with a bra underneath, Fluttershy approached the bed and placed a knee on the mattress next to my hip.

“OK,” she said, sounding more confident than usual—usually a sign that she was ready to run the show. She reached down and raked her fingertips over my length, causing it to jump involuntarily. “Mm. He’s ready,” she said, licking her index finger off before pointing it at the floor in front of me while looking at Sunset. “Sit.”

Sunset looked at the floor and then at Fluttershy. “Right there?”

“Mm-hm. You’re gonna have the best seat in the house, Sunset.”

“Uh… OK.” Sunset slid off the bed and knelt on the floor, positioned between my knees.

Fluttershy faced Pinkie. “Is it time yet?”

Pinkie nodded. “Whenever you’re ready,” she replied, readying her phone.

Fluttershy reached over and covered the screen with her hand. “I wouldn’t bother with the timer; he’s not gonna last three minutes.”

Surprised by the reply, Pinkie set the phone on the bed, face-down. “Wow. Fluttershy’s taking charge... I like it!”

The shy girl faced Sunset again. “Ready?”

Sunset drew a breath and nodded.

With that, Fluttershy leaned on my thighs and swung one leg over my chest; she sat backwards on my hips, facing Sunset, her wet folds pressing on my abdomen. Sunset watched intently as the shy girl lifted herself above me, straddling my erection with her legs far enough apart to make those custard lips separate, revealing the soft pink petals that hid inside, soaked with arousal.

Fluttershy reached down to lift my manhood, aiming it between those delicate folds. “Here it goes.” She let herself sink, biting her lip when she felt that swollen head push her lips aside to slip into those warm depths.

Sunset’s breathing stopped as she watched the shy girl’s tall, slender frame impale itself on that stiff mast, shrouding it in that pink flesh just inches in front of her face. She was close enough to see every detail, every single drop of moisture; she could smell Flutteshy’s arousal, hear her soft voice as she stifled a moan, and she could feel the heat radiating from her womanhood. If it was that warm here, what was it like on the inside?

Once the shy girl’s derrière had come to rest on my abdomen and most of my erection was buried inside her, she let a soft breath escape and looked down at Sunset. “OK, do your thing, Sunset. I’ll wait.”

“You know,” —Sunset pointed at our intertwined sex— “I’m not gonna be able to see this once I go into his mind; I’m gonna see what he sees.”

Fluttershy nodded. “I figured. That’s why I let you watch me put it in first.”

Sunset cocked her head. “Oh. Fair enough.” She drew a deep breath and then exhaled it through pursed lips, making Fluttershy giggle when it wafted over her moist womanhood. “OK…” She wagged her fingers, preparing herself for the bombardment that came whenever she connected with my mind. Slowly, she reached down to wrap her fingers around my right ankle, and her body suddenly arched, stiff as a board.

FWOOSH!’

As always, she had to fight off the random imagery that rushed into her mind’s eye: stone castles, pirate ships, Buddhist monks praying in a garden, surrounded by exotic flowers. She scrunched her face, frowning, trying to sort through it all, and eventually she zeroed-in on Golden Arrow’s real-time perception. She found his thoughts, heard what he heard, smelled what he smelled. Visuals came into focus: the now familiar ceiling of Pinkie Pie’s room, his shirt, which had been pulled up to keep it from getting wet.

Further down, she found a bare, beautifully-sculpted butter-coloured backside perched on his lap, with a long cascade of light pink hair hanging down to cover the narrow waist that sat just above. The sensation of high temperature made itself known between his skin and the underside of Fluttershy’s thighs and derrière, but it was quickly paled when Sunset noticed the extra appendage —the one that she wasn’t accustomed to having— pointing straight up into that graceful body, wrapped in a hot, moist texture that nearly took her breath away.

As things became even more vivid, Sunset quickly began to realise how much sexual energy had been built up in his body throughout Pinkie’s game. His erection was tense as a bridge cable, his knob unbelievably sensitive; his balls were heavy, and the pressure waiting in his loins was so eager to be unleashed, Sunset could hardly fathom the idea of enduring all the acts he had thus far.

Acts that were still fresh in his mind. Sunset could see flashes of recent memory: Pinkie’s wet mouth sliding up and down his length, Rarity’s soft, warm breasts wrapped around it; Sunset even witnessed her own interior squeezing down on him, tearing him to shreds as she soaked him in her slick juices. She couldn’t believe how close she’d put him to the edge, or how close he still was; and right now, she couldn’t believe how it felt to be trapped inside Fluttershy’s depths with her not moving. Sunset knew, without a doubt, that as soon as the shy girl started to ride, it wasn’t going to take long to make him burst. Such a tease was no different than holding a gun to someone’s head, she thought.

Seconds later, Fluttershy did begin to move. Her hips rocked forward, blasting both Golden Arrow and Sunset Shimmer’s minds with a wave of delicious pleasure that caused their hearts to pound wildly, and in near-perfect synch. She could sense his excitement, the rise in anticipation of the knowledge that this time, the girl servicing him wasn’t going to stop. Finally, he would be allowed his climax, and it was going to happen in an amazing place.

Sunset watched as that graceful, yellow body gyrated above him, that long hair swaying gently against her back, stirring its flowery scent into his nostrils while her backside thrust to and fro, flashing quick glimpses of the tight little hole between her cheeks every time they swung back to peek at him.

A sharp pinch bizarrely made itself known on Sunset’s lower lip, and, forgetting that she currently wasn’t in control of any physical body, she tried to reach up to see what it was until she realised it was actually Golden Arrow biting his lip, trying his best to endure the intense pleasure created by Fluttershy’s tight, slick depths, massaging and teasing his manhood into oblivion.

Thirty seconds was all it took to haul him back to the brink. Sunset witnessed every second of it, awed by how fast the sensation rose, how quickly the pressure built inside his loins, how immense the tension in his manhood became with every stroke of that ruthless flesh. She noticed him holding his breath when the image of Fluttershy flickered behind his quivering eyelids—quivering because the release was finally upon him.

Everything had hit critical mass, and Sunset could feel that powerful, hot rush of juice surging through him, rushing upward through his length to erupt inside the shy girl; sensations exploded into a sharp crackle of pleasure and delight as he throbbed violently, pumping his thick, hot load straight up into those tight depths.

Fiuttershy’s pussy was electrifying.

There was no other way to describe it. Sunset’s mind was unable to piece together a more eloquent way of putting it; she could hardly believe how breathtaking it felt, and in her current state of bliss, she let out a moan of delight. The sensation was strange, however, because she couldn’t feel her voice in her own throat, rather she heard it through her ears—or Golden Arrow’s ears, to be more accurate.

At the same time, she could feel him pursing his lips to stifle himself as Fluttershy continued to rock her hips, making sure to fuck every last drop from him —not that she didn’t deserve it; she’d earned every shot she received— and she found herself wondering why he chose to stay silent in the heat of the moment. Screaming during sex was fun!

At last, his erection ceased its jerking, and Sunset suddenly felt very spent—not to mention relaxed, and extremely satisfied.

A flash of indigo appeared in his left peripheries, and he turned to find the white forehead, beautiful blue eyelids and flawless eyelashes of Rarity as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. Fluttershy’s backside had come to rest on his hips by then, leaving herself impaled on his length. The sensation was extremely vivid to Sunset, still intense, his length twitching at random within her body’s grip, surrounded by the sea of hot, heavy seed that he’d just filled her with.

Just as he faced forward again, Fluttershy was reaching up to flip her hair behind her back, and she turned to peer over her shoulder at him, her eyes sharp, her smile wicked…

FWOOSH!

Sunset blinked rapidly when she found herself once again in her own body, her heart racing and her womanhood throbbing. “Www… wow,” she breathed, realising she was face-to-face with mine and Fluttershy’s crotches, still locked together in the afterglow.

She looked up to see Fluttershy looking over shoulder, just as she was in the vision, giggling and saying something inaudible with that soft voice of hers. The shy girl spun forward when she heard Sunset’s remark, realising she’d returned to her own reality.

“How was it?” Fluttershy asked, biting her lip.

Sunset nodded, brows raised. “That was… amazing, Flutters. I mean, wow.” She shook her head, but then paused to think. “Granted, I’m sure it was… intensified… by everything leading up to it; I mean, he’d already had his dick sucked, stroked, licked, squeezed and fucked —multiple times— so, like, he was READY. I would even go as far as to say it was worse than my magic.”

“Really?” Fluttershy replied. “What was it like? Did it feel just like it was happening to you?”

“Uh…” Sunset bit her lip and furrowed her brows as she reached down to slip a finger between her sopping folds. “Kind of… it’s not exactly the same, but it’s still pretty good.”

“That comes as no surprise to us, darling,” said Rarity from somewhere behind Fluttershy. “We all heard that moan you let out when he came.”

“Oh… yeah,” Sunset gasped, striking herself with a bit of pleasure as her finger brushed her clit. “That was… yeah. It’s kinda like talking in your sleep when that happens; but yeah, it was good. The only thing missing is that I couldn’t see it like I can right now.”

“Here!” Pinkie’s voice rang out from right next to Sunset, followed by a phone being thrust into her view.

Caught off-guard, Sunset looked down at the device to find the same image on the screen as what was right in front of her, with the addition of a little white triangle in the center. Realising what it was, Sunset faced Pinkie, eyes wide. “You took a video of it!?”

“YEAH, I did!” Pinkie cheered, tapping the screen.

There was no sound, presumably because the phone was muted, but Sunset could see the image of Fluttershy’s pink folds sliding their way up and down that long, glistening mast, prompting the red-head to stroke herself more vigorously as she watched.

The video was short-lived, and the climax was reached before Sunset expected. Pointing her finger at the screen, Pinkie gestured to the pulsing rail that ran the length of the underside of the erection.

“Right there is when he cums! You can totally see it pumping in!”

Sunset nodded, staring at the image in a horny daze. “That’s hot…” she muttered, her breath hitching when her middle finger slipped into her scorching depths.

The video ended, prompting Rarity to speak up. “Do you mind if I see it?” she asked, shifting up to lean back on the headboard.

“Sure!” Pinkie chirped, leaping onto the bed to sit next to her naked friend.

After a deep breath, Sunset looked up at Fluttershy. “How about you? Did you enjoy it?”

The shy girl blushed faintly. “It was nice—too short for me to get off, but that’s OK; I always love being filled up,” she giggled, wiggling her hips playfully.

Sunset smirked, letting her eyes fall to her friend’s womanhood again. “Yeah… it’s not something to—”

The red-head froze when she noticed something. Slack-jawed, she stared at the single bead of thick, white fluid that had emerged from between Fluttershy’s folds, which was now running down the shaft that protruded from her. “Oh, fuck…” she whispered, “it’s leaking out.”

Before Fluttershy had a chance to lean forward to see it for herself, Sunset acted on the sudden urge that took hold of her, and she leaned in with her tongue to steal a taste.

My eyes widened when I felt something warm contact the base of my shaft and lick its way upward. The feeling disappeared when she crossed over from me onto Fluttershy’s hood, causing the shy girl to shudder and moan softly.

Sunset pulled back to swallow what she’d collected, licking her lips as she stared hungrily at those moist, pink ruffles, flanked by a pair of thick, yellow lips that stretched open to accommodate that manhood. “Nnngh…” Biting her lip, Sunset leaned in again and wrapped her lips around Fluttershy’s hood to suck the juices from it.

She pulled back to let the delicate flesh pop out of her mouth, and then she slipped her tongue beneath it, teasing and licking Fluttershy’s clit, making her throw her head back and coo with delight.

I couldn’t see past my girlfriend’s slender figure and long pink hair —which hung low enough to tickle my stomach when her head came back— but I had a pretty good idea of what was happening when I felt Sunset’s breath on the exposed portion of my shaft, along with the occasional flick of her tongue when it ventured below Fluttershy’s petals.

“Ooooohhh… Sunset!” Fluttershy gasped. Her breathing intensified, and her cum-soaked interior began to contract, squeezing my still-hard and still very sensitive erection. “That’s so good!”

It wasn’t long before that tall, yellow frame stiffened and trembled with ecstasy, announcing the arrival of the orgasm Sunset had coaxed out of her. She panted deeply, squeaking with excitement as her depths closed in on my length, pulsing sharply, which undoubtedly caused some of my load to be pushed out.

Sunset backed away when the shy girl began to come down, wiping her mouth with her forearm and feeling quite proud of herself. Even with her finger still inside her, her womanhood throbbed with desire; the sight of that erect mast lodged in her friend drove her mad, and she knew right then and there that she needed it for herself.

The red-head stood suddenly and placed her hands on Fluttershy’s waist, above her shirt, pushing her onto my belly. “Get back, Flutters, I need some too!”

“EEP!” Fluttershy yelped in surprise, reaching back with her hands to stop from toppling over as a pussyful of cum dumped into her butt-crack and onto my belly, covering it in a warm, slippery mess.

Sunset mounted me rather hastily, wedging her knees under Fluttershy’s thighs so her legs ended up slung over the red-head’s hips while she searched for my erection, eager to bury it in her burning depths. Without hesitation, she endured the surge of energy when she used her fingers to hold me in place so she could shove herself onto it, slipping it deep inside her with a triumphant howl.

I couldn’t see anything by this point; Fluttershy’s hair dangled in my face in this position. Despite this, even with the vivid sensation of that yellow backside sliding around on my abdomen on a slick patch of cum, I could feel, plain as day, Sunset’s red-hot depths envelope my erection, swallowing it up and slathering her fluids all over it.

“Oh, fuck!” I reached up to brush the shy girl’s hair from my face, but to no avail. “Sunny! Sensitive!”

“Shut-up, Golds; I need this!” she fired back, panting wildly as she began to thrust her hips, clinging to Fluttershy’s waist for leverage. “I only got thirty seconds!”

“Hnngh… Shit!” I grunted as I endured the sharp torture-pleasure I was being force-fed while the pair of nude backsides slid around on my lap.

Fluttershy, being held in place by those strong, amber hands, stared in shock at Sunset as she rode, her face contorted with pleasure. She was trapped there, unable to escape—and, not knowing what else to do, decided she had no choice but to go along for the ride.

Not that it was a bad ride. Both she and Sunset were seated on a pool of cum, which made them slip every which way against my skin; in the position she was in, with her bare, yellow feet pointing out past Sunset’s back, put her crotch at such an angle that every time the red-head’s clean-shaven mound rammed forward, it bumped her crease, giving her a little jolt of pleasure with each meeting of the flesh.

In fact, Fluttershy began to enjoy it so much that she used her arms to push herself closer to Sunset, looking for even more contact so her slit would rub firmly against her friend’s lap. Sunset didn’t seem to notice or mind; she was too busy enjoying the buildup to a long awaited climax using that long, hard girth inside her.

It didn’t take long for her or Fluttershy to reach that mind-shattering greatness, both of their loins had filled with warm, wonderful pressure—pressure that was suddenly released by both of them at once in the form of hot, clear fluid, squirting hard from their slits.

Because of her position, Fluttershy’s sprayed upward, soaking Sunset’s belly and the underside of her breasts as she cried out softly, letting her head fall back while Sunset’s orgasm gushed downward under the shy girl’s backside, washing away some of the cum that’d been spread across my belly.

Finally, both girls went limp and flopped down on top of me, lying at an odd angle, which put Fluttershy on her back, partway on my shoulder, and Sunset on top of her, face down and panting, her face buried in the shy girl’s bust.

I stared at the ceiling, soaked in the warm juices of multiple girls and half buried under their extremely satisfied bodies.

“Ohh…” Sunset voice came first, muffled by Fluttershy’s tank top. “Fuck, I love this guy…”

“Mmm…” was the shy girl’s response.

Sighing, I reached down with one hand and swept the pair of slippery asses off of me. I lifted my head to appraise myself and the bedspread, both of which were a total disaster. Then I faced the head of the bed, where Pinkie and Rarity had been sitting while the whole thing went down. “Sorry, Pinks; I guess we forgot to warn you about the mess.”

Pinkie Pie was staring silently, eyes wide, mouth open. “Wow… that was some crazy shit that just happened up in here.”

Rarity was looking at the back of her hand, inspecting her nails. “Not to worry, darling. Happens all the time. You’ll get used to it,” she said, unconcerned by the scene.