Chapter 90

On Sunday, Fluttershy, Rarity and I spent a simple, quiet day together.

After spending Saturday night huddled up on the chaise lounge watching movies together, we went outside at first light so Fluttershy could return to her morning ritual of feeding the countless animals that resided in the woods surrounding her house. The shy girl and I stood in the middle of the yard, enjoying a good laugh as half a dozen sparrows chased a screaming Rarity around in endless circles after I had, unbeknownst to her, sprinkled a small handful of birdseed in her hair.

As the day matured, so did we —to a small degree— and after a shower each, we dressed ourselves in fresh clothes and decided to make a nice lunch. Surprisingly, Pinkie Pie had done an exceptional job of keeping the fridge stocked with food, including fresh produce: fruits, vegetables and the like. Not because it was what she normally ate —which was obvious— but because she knew what Fluttershy preferred to keep on hand.

Following lunch was a nice walk in the woods, deep in conversation. We engaged ourselves in many topics, the largest of which was the past month and how lovely it was to be back together again. Rarity was never keen on spending her time in what she referred to as ‘nature’s filth,’ however she made a conscious effort to do it without griping, because nothing was more important to her than keeping her lovers happy; and her friends, for that matter.

Evening brought more fun on the couch in the form of video games, which proved to be a challenge for the two girls; neither of them were well-versed in the art, and it certainly made for an entertaining time watching them try to pull off even the simplest of tasks.

That night, we decided to visit the Riverfield —which had been abandoned for well over a month by that point, allowing the grass and weeds to grow back to their original splendor— to catch-up on a long overdue training session. I wasn’t sure what to expect after such a long hiatus, but I was pleasantly surprised by the display of refinement from both of them, especially Fluttershy.

Clearly, her experience in the ‘Us’ base had hastened her advancement, and in hand-to-hand combat between her and Rarity, the shy girl consistently achieved the upper hand, taking down or striking the fashionista in ways that would certainly have been lethal to an ordinary person. Eventually, however, Rarity would get frustrated and resort to using her gemstone-composed weaponry, turning the tables and bringing the contest to a rather quick finale. In the past, this would have bothered Fluttershy, but now she seemed to have accepted her comparable shortcomings as a warrior, and was content to know that she could easily handle any ordinary human, especially if she happened to be armed, which, in the end, was all that really mattered.

By the end, I had the pleasure of informing Rarity and Fluttershy that they needed no more training from me as far as physical combat went, and we took to sitting in the cool grass, conversing about the lessons we’d learned from our recent experiences. I seized the opportunity to quiz Fluttershy as to how she managed to get captured on the side of the road, despite the fact that she was surrounded by nature and surely had a veritable army of critters at her disposal.

She admitted that it was her own fault; for starters, she should never have fallen into such an obvious trap: that being Agent Cody’s SUV sitting in her driveway, waiting for her to return home. Normally, the animals in the surrounding area would have been screaming at her to stay away, but in her lighthearted mood, she had the radio cranked and was unable to hear the warnings; thus, she fell unknowingly into his trap.

It surprised Rarity and me to hear that she’d earned herself the perfect chance to escape into the woods after causing the SUV to crash, but rather than invite the chance for Cody to come back to her house again, she made the brash decision to go back and take them on herself. Unfortunately, her recent success at the school had gone to her head, and her choice to engage several well-trained agents was nothing more than foolhardy; a result of overconfidence and narrow-mindedness, even ignoring the magic she had at her disposal, which she could have used to overwhelm her opponents with swarms of birds and animals of nearly every description. By the time she’d realised her mistake however, she was already locked up and being taken away, crying the back seat, calling desperately for something large enough to stop the SUV without killing itself in the process. Unfortunately, there was nothing within the vicinity.

In the end, it was a difficult lesson to learn, and an ugly experience to endure; ugly for anyone, let alone a sensitive person like Fluttershy. But, she had emerged victorious and was now much wiser because of it, and a very dangerous foe to anyone who might cross her in the future. Given her recent choices though, it was clear that she wished for her future to be a peaceful one.

In my experience, however, wishes like these almost never came true.

But who knows, maybe she’ll get lucky.

*****

Monday morning came, and it was back to business. Life needed to be put back on track.

Fluttershy needed new IDs, a new car key and a new phone. There was also the matter of eventually returning to work, and what to do with the five new kittens she’d obtained in her absence. I needed a new phone as well, although I found myself rather enjoying not having one; returning to my roots and living life the ‘old-fashioned’ way had brought about a sense of nostalgia, but I knew it was inevitable that the others would eventually demand that I got one so I was accessible at all times—which was precisely what I enjoyed being free from, to be honest.

Before anything could be done, however, we needed a proper vehicle, and not the gas-guzzling, shitty-smelling tank that was the Diplomat. Not that is was a bad old car, but it was really wasn’t fair to the old rancher for us to keep driving it with his plates on it. Plus, I was really beginning to miss my one real true love: my truck.

So, at about 5:30am, Rarity and I each gave the lovely Fluttershy a kiss and then set out to accomplish our errands. I drove the Diplomat to my shop and parked it there, then Rarity picked me up in her vanilla perfume-scented car and we set out towards Canterlot.

We went to her place first so she could ready herself for work, which was why we had to leave so early. Her morning routine wasn’t exactly a five minute ordeal, especially since she seemed to be deliberately stalling; I had noticed her becoming slightly apprehensive since leaving Fluttershy’s, but I shrugged it off to it just being the way she is on a Monday morning before work.

When she was ready at last —and unbelievably beautiful— we made our way to the boutique. She circled her car around back and parked by the rear door. I got out quickly, spying the big, blue beauty that was sitting pretty in the rear corner of the lot. It didn’t take long to notice the intense lustre coming from the paint, and Rarity was quick to point out that she’d had it washed and waxed by someone she referred to as ‘those tart-smelling diamond boys.’

She handed me the keys as we made our way over to the truck and stood next to it, chatting casually for a few minutes before going our separate ways for the day. She stood quietly, nodding absentmindedly as I reminisced about how rusted-out the truck was when I first bought it, and how I’d put a new body on it and painted it myself…but eventually I noticed her indifference and stopped talking.

Her eyes did widen, however, when I took a quick walk around the blue machine to perform a quick circle-check before hopping in, and when I inquired about why the rear tires were completely bald, she stammered out a hurried response that had nothing to do with what I asked, then spun on her heel to head inside.

“Ta-ta!” she called as she strode away, walking backwards while blowing me a kiss, saying: “I shall see you tonight, my love?”

“Yep,” I nodded, opening the driver’s door. “Are you planning on dressing up?”

“But of course, darling!” she smiled, “It is Halloween, after all!”

*****

After leaving the boutique, I headed back to the shop to pick up my trailer. Entranced by the ever-present rattle of the truck’s engine, I listened intently to each of its six cylinders, clattering in harmony with the soothing whistle of the turbos, echoing off the trees as I made my way through those calm, familiar woods. At last, I had sense of completion after the adventure. Being behind the wheel of my beloved machine was the final piece of the puzzle, allowing me to finally feel like I was truly home again—even if the interior did smell a bit like vanilla perfume.

At the shop, I found a couple spare tires that I kept on hand, just in case I encountered a blowout or some other emergency…like a lead-footed girlfriend, perhaps? Rarity’s uneasiness whenever the topic of the truck was brought up was easy to understand at this point; if nothing else, the fifteen hundred extra kilometers on the odometer and the missing tread on the rear tires were clear evidence that the fashionista had managed to have a bit more fun in my absence than she’d originally let on, which, to be fair, actually made me smile a bit.

After changing the tires over and hooking the trailer up, I headed back to Fluttershy’s house. Upon my return, she emerged from the house when she heard the long-missed sound of the engine; dressed in her teal tights and a fuzzy, white sweater, she stood on the front step, watching me back the trailer up to her little SUV. Next, I opened the hood and unhooked the shifter cable from her transmission so I could manually shift it into neutral while she stood by and observed. Curiosity finally got the better of her, prompting her to ask the obvious question:

“Um, Goldie? How are you going to drive it onto the trailer if you don’t have the key to-“

She went silent when she saw me place my hands on the bumper and shove the vehicle effortlessly up the ramps, where it found a comfortable home on the trailer, ready to be taken to the dealership.

“Oh…” she said, wide-eyed. “Um…OK.”

After cinching her vehicle down securely, we hopped into the truck together. Fluttershy sat in the middle next to me like she always did, and in the passenger seat sat a cardboard box with the five kittens inside.

We headed off to town with Fluttershy’s car in tow, talking back and forth about this and that, enjoying the serenity of a normal life.

The dealership was quick and only took about half an hour to cut a new key cut and have it programmed. I paid the invoice for the work done —Fluttershy’s bank cards and licences still needed to be replaced— and from there we set out on our separate ways; I headed back to the shop to unload the trailer and do an oil change and a full check-over on my truck, since Rarity had obviously put it through what is known in the automotive world as ‘severe service.’

Fluttershy, however, headed to her beloved shelter to drop the kittens off and catch up with Jeff, her business counterpart. She was surprised to see that renovations had already begun in the rearmost rooms; upgrades and retrofits galore were waiting to be installed, along with fresh paint and trim going up in the front reception area. Fluttershy was stunned to see the progress that had already been made, though after a quick explanation from Jeff she learned about the hoards of donations given by a gracious community in return for her heroism at the school, as well as the countless well-wishes received in her absence.

As a cover, Jeff had been told by the other girls that Fluttershy had gone to the city for therapy after the traumatic event, stating that she was having trouble sleeping and was unable to continue coming to work, which Jeff understood and supported completely, but was glad nevertheless when the shy girl informed him that she planned to return to work on the following Monday.

When Fluttershy presented Jeff with the kittens, she informed him that they were the ‘sweetest little guys ever,’ and were in need of a good home. Like the good veterinarian that he was, Jeff checked them over and asked all the standard questions, to which Fluttershy answered positively, stating that they were all in very good health and were quite happy animals.

“Of course they’re healthy,” she said, giggling. “It’s not like I found them at the bottom of the ocean or anything like that.”

“Alright Alright, fair enough,” was his reply.

After a lengthy visit, she headed home —keeping the radio at a decent volume this time— and spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering through the woods with Link and Angel, exploring the rich landscape together.

I returned home with a freshly-oiled truck to find her with supper ready. We ate quietly, like an elderly couple, watching each other from across the table; winks and coy smiles were exchanged on occasion, which would almost always earn me a soft giggle from her as she dropped random morsels of food next to her chair for Link to snatch up and enjoy.

It was dark by the time we finished supper and cleaned up, at which point Rarity had arrived.

She was rather unusually dressed in a long, purple coat. Her hair was tied up and concealed under a black wig; shoulder length with straight-cut bangs, similar to Twilight’s. Heavy make-up adorned her face, with a pair of shimmering, blue eyelids, outlined with sparkling silver that protruded from the corners of her eyes to end in bold spirals just below her temples. Her lipstick was a dark pink, augmenting those plump, juicy lips, surrounded by her flawless, white visage, powdered even whiter than usual.

Obviously, it being Halloween, she had dressed up as something a bit on the exotic side; more so than Fluttershy, who hastily dawned her costume immediately after the fashionista’s arrival: a costume that turned out to be extremely adorable, but hardly sexy.

Fluttershy was a puppy.

She emerged from her room in a baggy, full-bodied brown suit, lined with cheap looking fur, complete with big, fluffy mitts that resembled a pair of paws. A hood was tied tightly around her head, making her scarlet face the only part of her that was left visible. There were two large, floppy ears hanging down each side of her face, and on her cheeks were a pair of whiskers, attached using simple two-sided tape. The final touch was the dark brown spot she’d coloured around her right eye using simple face paint.

Rarity absolutely loved it. Fluttershy’s costume sent her into a frenzy of girlish giggles, her face practically glowing as she clasped her hands in front of her chin, shaking her head at the shy girl’s almost lethal cuteness.

Her expression flattened when she turned to me, however; it was with good cause though, because my costume didn’t seem to have much imagination at all, certainly not enough to impress the limitlessly-creative fashionista.

“And just what are you supposed to be, darling?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip.

“I’m totally a…a mortal guy,” I replied smartly. “Like, in his mid-twenties.”

Rarity sighed. “So…would it be fair to assume that you, in fact, did not dress up?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied, scratching the back of my head. I let my eyes drop to focus on her feet next, noticing she was wearing a pair of golden high-heels, decorated with dark blue strips across the tops. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? And what’s with the long coat?”

She raised a heavily painted brow in response, followed by a rather sultry smirk. “Well, that’s for you to find out, darling; why don’t you two have a seat and let me show you?” she offered, gesturing to the couch.

Fluttershy, in an awesome feat of agility, placed one hand on the back of the couch and leapt over it in a single bound, landing in her favourite spot on the chaise lounge. The sight of it was nothing short of comical; her tall frame —looking deceptively heavy due to the baggy costume— flying through the air with such ease, her large, floppy ears airborne and extended from the sides of her head like the wings of a jet. She landed with a single bounce, giggling hysterically as I followed a snickering Rarity around the far end of the couch.

“Have a seat with her, Golds darling,” Rarity instructed, with a gentle pat to my shoulder. I did as ordered and crawled onto the lounge with Fluttershy. Being careful not to brush her whiskers, I planted a small kiss on the tip of her nose and then settled in next to her to watch Rarity, who had taken her phone out and was queuing up a song.

When the music began to play, she tossed the phone onto the couch and raised her hands above her head, lowering her vibrant, blue eyelids as she began to swing her hips slowly; her knees were bent slightly and she had begun to turn around, gyrating her hips in a slow, seductive manner as the shy girl and I watched, listening to the rather enticing Egyptian-themed music that seemed to drive the fashionista’s fluid and increasingly sexual movements.

With her back facing us, Rarity brought her hands down and slowly unraveled the belt on her coat and then spread it open, tantalizing Fluttershy and me with whatever she might have been hiding underneath. Of her, all we could see was her ankles and those golden shoes, visible below the bottom of the coat, along with that straight, black, shoulder-length wig, hanging just above the collar.

At last, after what felt like an eternity of hiding behind that coat, Rarity turned and flipped it from her shoulders, revealing an outfit that caused both mine and Fluttershy’s jaws to drop.

Her elegant, white figure was almost completely exposed, save for only the most intimate bits. Around her neck was a golden collar, decorated with a series of thin, blue and white alternating stripes; below that was a golden bikini top, one made of solid metal that cradled her milky, white breasts nicely, with cleavage that jiggled enticingly along with her movements as she hypnotised me and the shy girl with her slow, sensual dance. From the lower edge of the golden top hung a thin, clear veil of beige that was open in the front, but wrapped fully around her back and floated about with an elegant weightlessness, further augmenting the enchantment of the act.

A quick glance to my right found Fluttershy: her eyes wide and mouth agape, completely entranced by the pale-skinned beauty, whose elegant figure I could see reflected in those glimmering teal irises, broadcasting the image of the fashionista like a pair of circular televisions as she slithered and swayed seductively for our enjoyment.

The reflection prompted me to return my eyes to the fashionista to continue memorizing every detail of her costume, starting with the dark blue jewel in her navel. Far below that, around her hips was nothing but a thin, gold band; from the center of which hung a beige loin cloth that barely blocked our view of whatever bottoms she might have been wearing. Halfway down each of her thighs were two golden bands lined with blue stripes, and below that, there was nothing else but the golden shoes on her feet.

Her slender, white arms were heavily decorated, however; gold bands adorned her wrists and forearms, complimented by a pattern of violet hieroglyphics that lined the entire length of her arms.

“Well?” Rarity said, opening her eyes briefly to see our reactions. “What do you think?”

Fluttershy nodded slowly. “Um…hmm-muhm; tarch in charf esh kurm, en choshin chauffin.”

Rarity let out a high-pitched giggle, delighted by her girlfriend’s gibberish nonsense. “Do you know who I am?” she asked. “A certain ancient Egyptian queen, perhaps?”

“Cleopatra,” I answered, to which Rarity snapped her finger and pointed at me, winking.

“Precisely!” she replied, raising her arms above her head to slowly and gracefully weave them through the air as she swayed her hips, continuing her seduction of me and the shy girl.

“You know, Rare,” I said, clearing my throat, “not to sound like a dick or anything, but even though Cleopatra did in fact rule Egypt, she was technically Greek.”

“Mmmmm…shut-up, darling.” A defiant smirk graced the fashionista’s dark lips as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, savoring the excitement of being ogled by her lovers.

A soft giggle came from Fluttershy after Rarity’s retort and I turned to glance at her, only to find a pair of ferociously aroused teal irises gazing back. I gave her a little smirk, knowing I deserved the comment, then I turned back to watch Rarity’s dance. I was just in time, too; right after my eyes landed on her, she turned and swung her hips rather vigorously to the right, causing the loin cloth to be thrown sideways, granting me a brief glimpse of what was underneath: a pair of smooth, alabaster lips between her thighs, above which sat that dark strip of violet hair. Whether Rarity did this intentionally, I’ll never know…but if she did, it was deviously arousing and brilliantly sexy.

It became apparent right away that Fluttershy had seen it too. She leaned over immediately, poking my cheek with her fake whiskers, whispering: “Did you see that, Goldie? No undies!”

“I saw,” I replied, turning to face her with a quick nod.

Returning my eyes to Rarity, I was met with the sight of her leaning back while thrusting her hips forward with a smooth, seductive grace; her face had begun to flush by then, and it became obvious that moving like this in view of her lovers had filled her with lust, knowing that her exquisite movements had caused me and Fluttershy to become borderline ravenous.

A hot breath against my cheek stole my attention from the fashionista, but before I had a chance to turn, I felt a set of teeth nibbling on my earlobe, followed by a hand —with the mitt now removed— slipping itself down my pants.

I swallowed hard as the exploring hand wrapped its slender fingers around my swollen manhood, pulling my attention in multiple directions at once; Fluttershy’s sweet breath blew against my face as her soft lips nipped away at my earlobe, her thumb began a series of spiral-shaped strokes on the tip of my length, spreading a slick layer of pre-ejaculate around while my eyes remained locked on the gorgeous dancer before us.

“Look at her,” Fluttershy whispered, releasing my ear from her lips. “She’s so fucking hot.” She exhaled slowly, biting her lip. “Mmm, you and me; we’re gonna take turns fucking her senseless. Ohh...we’re gonna make her squeal SO loud...” A long, shaky breath warmed the side of my face again, followed by her lips caressing my cheek, delivering a peppering of sweet kisses as she began to stroke my erection inside my pants, causing me to shiver with delight.

“Touch me.” The order was delivered directly into my ear, accompanied by another hot breath.

I turned to look at her, ready to oblige, but was met with the unexpected challenge of trying not to laugh; the sound of such a soft, seductive voice could hardly be matched to that face, adorned with those phony whiskers and the dark patch painted around her right eye. I bit my lip to maintain composure as I reached across to grasp the zipper just below her chin, drawing the fastener downward to split the front of the loose, furry costume open.

Inside was a pleasant surprise indeed: Fluttershy was nude.

Her slender, yellow figure was revealed in all of its delicious splendor as the costume separated and fell open; her beasts were partially exposed, but the edges of the suit only strayed so far, keeping her nipples just barely covered, serving only to tease my prying eyes, further setting my libido ablaze as the zipper reached the end of its track.

The opening ended a few finches below her navel; what lay beyond that beckoned me to slip my hand inside and run my fingertips over that bare mound of hers, and the shy girl arched her hips upward in response as my fingertips reached their final destination between her warm, swollen lips. Fluttershy’s response came as a violent shiver, accompanied by a tightened grip on my erection, followed by a series of more aggressive and vigorous strokes, which caused my eyelids to flutter while I slipped my fingers into her delicate tightness, soaking them with the viscous moisture that filled her hot depths.

After a moment of pleasuring one another, I felt a pair of dainty hands come to rest on my knees. I opened my eyes to see Rarity bending over me; her breasts practically poured from that golden top like whipping cream, driving me mad with the urge to see them revealed, an urge that was hastened by the repeated jolts that fired through my body every time the shy girl’s hand pumped the shaft inside my pants.

I had little time to process it all before the fashionista’s delicious, pink lips planted themselves against mine. Her tongue slithered in and twirled around inside my mouth as her sweet scent and exquisite flavor filled my senses, overloading my brain with a sensory assault that collided with the sensation of Fluttershy’s relentless pleasuring, added to the feel of her moist heat bathing my fingers as I struggled to concentrate on stroking her.

Rarity’s tongue withdrew from my mouth after a moment of passionate sampling, and she shifted towards Fluttershy, planting her knee between the shy girl’s legs to lean over her in search of another pair of lips to feast upon. There was difficulty, however; the whiskers that adorned the shy girl’s cheeks poked Rarity’s face before their lips could meet, but a solution was quick to present itself: instead of bringing their lips together, they giggled playfully and reached forward to meet each other with their tongues.

I watched intently as the panting girls swirled their tongues together in mid-air, allowing me to see their saliva passing from one wiggling, pink muscle to the other while they closed their eyes and enjoyed each other’s sweet flavour. This breathtaking act eventually culminated in Rarity’s dark lips wrapping themselves tightly around Fluttershy’s tongue and then sliding up and down it’s length, sucking every drop of saliva from it as the shy girl’s nethers quivered around my fingers, overwhelmed with desire by the makeshift felatio that was being performed on her tongue.

From there, the remainder of the night became a blur; we left the couch shortly after Rarity’s approach and headed for the bedroom to continue our activities, prompting the removal of most articles of clothing along the way. By the time we reached the far end of the hall, Fluttershy had shed her costume so all that remained was the whiskers on her face, though they didn’t stay in place much longer either; one of them decided to end up stuck to the inside of Rarity’s thigh only moments after crawling onto the bed.

The only part of Rarity’s costume that left her body was the hard, golden top. With a pair of free breasts, she and Fluttershy set themselves to laying inverted together, sampling each other’s damp slits until an orgasm was drawn from them both.

Fluttershy rolled away and sat up, then wiped her mouth with her hand and pointed at me. "Your turn, big boy." I did as instructed and crawled over the fashionista, making sure the loin cloth was flipped onto her stomach so it wouldn't hinder my entry. Without hesitation, I sank fully into her burning, pink depths. Rarity wrapped her forearms around the back of my neck and brought our lips together as she accepted compensation for the seductive show she'd put on earlier; her voice resonated in my mouth, rising in pitch with each thrust until finally, she broke the kiss and threw her head back, howling wildly against the headboard as she arched her back to bring her shivering self against me while the blissful reward crashed over her, one intense wave after another.

When it was over, I sat up to prompt Fluttershy back into action, but was caught unprepared when her lips came out of nowhere and slammed against mine. Her tongue shot in and swept up sample of saliva —a mixture of mine and Rarity's— before bending down to pursue the tip of my erection after it was withdrawn from the fashionista. Fluttershy searched with closed eyes and an open mouth, missing once due to its bobbing and ending up with a slippery stamp on her cheek before finally catching it. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hungrily, tasting the smooth coating left behind by Rarity's pleasure while serving me a little more in the process.

Fluttershy shoved me out of the way after letting my length pop free of her mouth before diving into Rarity's soaked sex with insatiable hunger, causing the fashionista's breath to hitch when the unexpected pleasure returned and tore through her delicate, white frame.

Once another screeching climax was reached, both of them quickly crawled over me and planted their hungry mouths on my throbbing length. Their soft, moist lips —one pair of which coated with the other girl’s nectar— ran the length of my erection on each side, caressing, kissing and licking the swollen head, drawing that inevitable explosion toward the surface until it burst forth and erupted between their faces like a volcano, slathering their blushing cheeks with my hot, thick fluid.

With the brown spot around her eye streaked down her cheek by the viscous, white mess, Fluttershy crawled over Rarity and kissed her furiously, aroused to the point of madness when she saw the sparkling, blue make-up above the fashionista’s left eye washed away in part by the cum, which had ran down over her brow and was carrying the vivid colour across her temple.

As the girls kept their lips locked, Fluttershy ground her body against Rarity’s, pressing their plump breasts together as she straddled the svelte hips of her girlfriend, whose knees were elevated and legs spread, giving me a splendid view of both of their glistening, pink creases.

With scenery like this, it was not difficult for me to recover. Sitting at the foot of the bed, my manhood stood at attention yet again, ready for more. I made my way across the bed and settled myself between the entangled legs of Fluttershy and Rarity to have my choice of lovely, wet openings presented to me.

Fluttershy let a muffled squeal of delight into Rarity’s mouth when she was unexpectedly entered from behind; she followed with an unbroken chorus of moans as I speared her depths vigorously until they exploded and spasmed violently, filled with rigid, orgasmic bliss.

It was Rarity’s turn next. I withdrew from between Fluttershy’s glistening, pink petals, aimed my soaked length downwards to meet the fashionista’s porcelain slit and then thrust forth, sheathing myself in her tight, welcoming heat. Rarity was quick to return her own howls to Fluttershy’s mouth as I worked her flesh into a tingling mess, using my ample girth to churn her nethers into a pulsating, squirting frenzy, raising the pitch of her moans as they resonated loudly within the shy girl’s cheeks.

I decided to remain inside Rarity for the time being, and I proceeded to devastate her with two more climaxes, after which I could feel another explosion beginning to build inside me, so I went for it; hammering the pale-skinned beauty’s tender flesh until I was swollen and ready to burst.

It didn’t take long; I went off like a stick of dynamite and painted Rarity’s basement with a generous helping of gooey warmth, eliciting a muffled hum of delight from her when she felt it happen.

Just after the first few shots were fired though, I quickly withdrew from Rarity and found a new home inside Fluttershy —unleashing one stray shot between them along the way— where I released the remainder of the hot mess from my pulsing length, flooding the tall, pink-haired girl’s depths with warmth and satisfaction.

Once the pleasure had subsided and it was all over, I slipped myself from Fluttershy’s firm grip and flopped back across the foot of the bed to watch the aftermath.

The sight of it was nothing short of exquisite. A stream of white syrup poured from between the shy girl’s pink folds onto the swollen crease below; much of it dribbled down and mixed with the white pearl that sat in the opening at the base of Rarity’s vulva, but some of it ended up drizzled in a zig-zag pattern across that purple landing strip of hers, giving it the deceptive appearance of some sort of fancy, delicious dessert.

After one more sloppy kiss, Fluttershy rolled off to lay on Rarity’s left, leaving me a free spot to lay on her right. Aside from the panting, the three of us laid in silence and stared at the ceiling, mutually ruminating about how wonderful it was to be back together, left alone to do as we pleased in the shy girl’s secluded house, hidden deep in the woods.

Fluttershy’s hands were cupped over her own breasts, idly massaging them as she stared at the ceiling with that brown spot around her eye, blurred by the hot splash that had ended up on her face while the remnants of my second load wept from between her legs.

Rarity looked much the same; the loin cloth was flipped up and resting on her belly with her hands laid across it. Her abdomen, landing strip and crotch were decorated with the leakage that had drizzled from hers and Fluttershy’s crease, leaving her a glistening, warm mess. The black wig was long gone and her makeup was partially rinsed away after being doused by cum, most of which still remained, dyed an odd creamy-blue colour as it clung to her temple, right next to her hairline.

I was the cleanest of the bunch, save for my manhood, which was soaked in a mixture of all three of our fluids.

After a spell of silence that lasted for a time unknown to us, we began to talk quietly back and forth. It was only Monday, and we were discussing how we should spend the remainder of the week; while it was nice for the three of us to spend time together like this, we decided to use the abundance of free nights to focus on our individual affections for one another, meaning: two of us would spend a night together, while the third would do their own thing until it was their night to partner-up with someone.

So, with no other way to decide, we drew names.

*****

On Tuesday night, it was me and Fluttershy.

Rarity spent the night at the boutique, catching up on her work. She kept a close ear on the police scanner, listening for any activity that might call for her to suit up and take action, but no such events materialised, so her night turned out to be a quiet one.

The shy girl and I stayed home and watched TV after supper, snuggled up on the chaise lounge.

It was still early in the evening, however, when things got heated and she ended up lying on her belly between my legs with her lips wrapped around my erection. It was a blowjob without purpose or intent; rather she did it simply for the love of doing it, and as a result, it lasted well over an hour. It was slow and methodical, gentle and smooth, but a man can only take so much and eventually, the soft touch of her lips and teasing tongue became too much. With a calmness that would put even a buddhist monk to shame, Fluttershy kept her lips firmly wrapped around my head as I pulsed and jerked violently, firing shot-after-shot of boiling hot nectar into her mouth, filling her taste buds with my salty, mildly bitter flavour. Afterwards, she let her lips slide off of me and then rolled the load around in her mouth with her tongue, giving me a sultry smirk before she drank it down and licked her lips with satisfaction.

With that over, she stood and lifted her skirt, showing off the soaked and semi-transparent crotch of her plain, white panties. As I stared intently at the pair of yellow lips pressed against the inside of that thin, wet fabric, she pointed down the hall to the bedroom, indicating that she had more in mind for us. This was somewhat unexpected, given the relaxed attitude she’d had towards the blowjob; with the amount of time spent on it, I figured that was all she had intended to do, and when I asked her about it, her response was: “Well, um…we have all night, big boy. And besides, I can’t fuck on an empty stomach.”

“Works for me,” I replied, and so we made our way down the hall to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes the entire way.

We then proceeded to make love three times, switching positions frequently, being sure to try every method of pleasure-giving we could think of. The first two times ended with me filling her with more of my warm load, but on the third we had taken a break from intercourse to pleasure each other with our mouths and hands, and she managed to bring about my third release using her gentle grip, receiving a warm spatter across her collarbones, breasts and down her belly.

Spent, we laid together and stared at the ceiling like the night before, chatting innocently while the slathering of cum that coated the shy girl's body dried on her hot skin. The quiet and carefree conversation continued until dawn; however, just when the sun began so rise, so did I. Fluttershy and I decided to finish our night on a high note with one more session, which turned out to be the longest of the night, lasting well into mid-morning before I finally released another payload into her—on the kitchen counter.

*****

On Wednesday night, Rarity and Fluttershy had their time together.

I decided to go to the shop and clean up a bit. There was still a horrendous mess from installing the new turbo in my truck back in mid-September, so I figured it was about time I got that looked after.

Once that was under control, there wasn’t much else to do, so I just alternated between watching TV in the corner room and sorting scrap metal. I found myself wishing I could go join the girls, but it was their night to spend together and I wasn’t about to violate that.

If Sunset hadn’t left town to talk business with Twilight’s brother, I most likely would have gone to pay her a visit; a visit that may or may not have ended with her receiving a noise violation from the other tenants in her building, complaining of an incessant sceaming that went on all hours of the night.

Rarity started the night by taking Fluttershy out for dinner at a restaurant of her choice, which ended up being that 50’s Diner that the shy girl and I went to after our first time together. Rarity resisted the urge to protest; after all, greasy diner food was certainly not her forte, but for Fluttershy, Rarity would force herself to eat at a sewage plant if it came down to it.

After dinner, the two went for a walk in the woods, hand-in-hand. Fluttershy enjoyed the surrounding nature, the sounds of the animals around them, and the scent of the crisp autumn air.

And Rarity enjoyed Fluttershy. Nature was not her favourite thing, but Fluttershy was, and like the diner, Rarity was happy to endure any level of discomfort to be with her sweet, innocent girlfriend.

To be clear, this was the same sweet and innocent girlfriend who, barely an hour later had Rarity bent over in the shower, leaning on the faucets with her delicate, white hands as the shy girl stood behind her with one hand on the small of her back and the thumb of her other hand buried deep inside Rarity’s tight depths. Fluttershy’s index and middle fingers remained outside to stroke her girlfriend’s clit as she pumped vigorously, sending intense jolts of electricity up the fashionista’s spine and down to the tips of her toes.

“F-Fluttershy…I…I, ahhh! Do NOT stop, darling! I’m going to cu…HUMM! Oh god, YES! I…I love it!

With her thumb inside her girlfriend, Fluttershy could feel Rarity’s flesh clenching and pulsating tightly when the orgasm struck. She never relented, however; smiling deviously as her thumb pumped away at the poor wailing fashionista, she watched the warm water pinging endlessly off her girlfriend’s back, running around her quivering body to drip from her stiff nipples, steady streams running from the tips of her long, dark hair.

Rarity’s orgasmic voice carried shrill throughout the house. Her body quivered uncontrollably, her legs buckling under the stress of such mind-numbing sensation; it was intense, permeating and overwhelming, leaving her with nothing to support her own weight when her knees turned to spaghetti, letting her drop to the bottom of the tub in a panting, wet heap.

They were out of the tub within minutes, Rarity asking for a towel and Fluttershy refusing.

“We don’t need towels,” Fluttershy explained, leading a naked, wet Rarity to the middle of her bedroom, her smooth, white skin covered with sparkling beads of water.

“What d’you mean, darling? Of course we-“

“Close your eyes,” Fluttershy ordered, to which Rarity complied. The shy girl’s tongue came out and she leaned in to dab a few droplets from her girlfriend’s cheeks and lips, eliciting a sweet giggle from Rarity, who shrugged her shoulders and shivered with delight.

“Oh my, Fluttershy! That tickles, but...I must admit, it does feel quite lovely,” Rarity whispered as she awaited the feel of the shy girl’s lips and tongue on her face again, but she suddenly felt strangely alone and opened her eyes to find an empty room before her.

She had no chance to call the shy girl’s name; before she knew it, a pair of lips had planted themselves upon the left cheek of her derrière, sucking up more beads of water like a vacuum from her goosebump-ridden skin as graceful hands came to rest on her hips, causing her to draw a deep gasp of excitement.

Fluttershy continued this highly arousing act for some time, lapping the clean, fresh tasting water from every inch of Rarity’s flawless, white frame. When the shy girl was finished, Rarity was no drier, but she was certainly aroused to the point where her body could not remain still; her hips gyrated perpetually in search of something to grind her throbbing slit against, desperate to have her desire sated after such ruthless teasing.

Without warning, Fluttershy shoved Rarity rather unceremoniously onto the bed and hastily climbed over her, smirking devilishly as the pale beauty stared up at her with wide eyes, unprepared for such a forceful advance.

“Oh Fluttershy…what are you planning to do with me?”

Fluttershy continued to smirk as she hooked her forearm under Rarity’s knee and lifted her leg into the air, then straddled her other thigh, letting her own eager slit hover directly above her girlfriend’s. “You remember what you did to me Saturday morning, when everyone else was outside?”

Rarity drew in a gasp. She knew exactly what the shy girl was referring to, and the anticipation set her on fire, especially when she felt the heat radiating from Fluttershy’s slit onto her own, tantalizing her with such close proximity.

“Well,” Fluttershy continued, cocking an eyebrow, “tonight, it’s MY turn to drive.”

*****

Thursday night was all about me and Rarity.

Fluttershy stayed home that night, curled up in her chaise lounge with the TV on, snuggled up with Link and Angel at her side. She was busy playing with her new phone, which she had gotten earlier that afternoon—along with a new bank card and a few other items of basic importance.

I went to Rarity’s that evening. When I arrived, she surprised me by answering the door in a rather lovely, black cocktail dress. She led me inside to the dining room, where she’d set up an exquisitely beautiful candle lit dinner, consisting of a very authentic home-made version of Pad Thai.

I quickly apologized for not dressing up a little nicer for the occasion, but Rarity was indifferent; she admitted that she hadn’t told me that there would be a formal dinner, and was quick to point out that I was unable to shave and would be ‘forever scruffy’ anyway, reminding me that that was how she knew me and that it was honestly how she preferred it.

I was pleasantly surprised by Rarity’s culinary expertise; all this time I thought Fluttershy was the only gourmet chef of the group, but Rarity’s Pad Thai turned out to be quite delicious, and I found myself going back for seconds, much to her delight.

She sat across from me and talked quietly, watching with a loving smile as I finished my second plate of the tasty mixture of noodles, vegetables and meat. Once finished, I set the silverware on the plate and the two of us talked quietly for a few minutes, reminiscing on the six months that we’d known each other, and the irony of how we met through a chance encounter on the side of the road, all because of a bad alternator.

Eventually, Rarity stood and made her way around to my side of the table. I pushed my chair back to stand, but she put her hand out to stop me.

“No no, you stay put, darling” she instructed, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Your dessert is ready, whenever you are.”

“Ooh…” I took a deep breath, giving my stomach a pat. “I’m not sure if I left any room for that, to be honest.”

Rarity raised a knowing brow. “Well, you don’t really need room for this dessert, per se,” she smirked as she slid my plate aside and sat on the table in front of me.

“Oh?”

“Mm-hmmm.” She leaned back and rested her high heels on my thighs, eyeing me up with a devious smirk as she slowly, tantalizingly slid the dress up her milky-white thighs.

Without moving, I watched intently as the fabric was lifted past her hips to unveil the glistening, ripe womanhood waiting beneath. Her underwear was nowhere to be found, and I was left staring at something that did in fact look quite delicious, and was quick to reinvigorate my appetite.

“Oh boy,” I said, rubbing my chin. “That just so happens to be my favorite, Rare. How did you know?”

She giggled. “Just a hunch, darling. You’ve always seemed to enjoy it before, so I took the
liberty of putting it on the menu for tonight.”

And with that, she draped her things over my shoulders and laid across the table with her eyes closed, allowing me to lean in and feast away at the exquisite, warm treat. This activity went on for close to fifteen minutes, ending with an arched back, a shrill squeal and two tight fistfuls of tablecloth, after which she sat up and promptly slid off the edge of the table.

“Time for bed, darling,” she panted through a frazzled lock of indigo as she took me by the hand and hastily lead me down the hall to descend the steps into her room. That cocktail dress was flung over her head in short order, leaving her in nothing but a red bra, which itself went missing only seconds later.

I had begun to take my clothes off as well, but was nowhere near as fast as the fashionista was, so she approached to help me undress, keeping her lips connected to mine the entire time.

“More dessert?” she asked, between kisses.

“Sure,” I said, pausing to receive another kiss. “Sounds good.”

“I believe I’ll have some too, if that’s alright,” she gasped, her movements becoming more impetuous by the minute. Once the last article was removed, she pointed a little, white finger at the bed, saying nothing.

I settled down onto the mattress on my back. Rarity was quick to join me; her knees found themselves resting on each side of my head as she straddled my mouth and faced my feet, then leaned forward onto her hands, positioning her face directly over my throbbing length.

We feasted on one another for what seemed like an eternity, savoring the taste of each other’s excitement while enjoying the mutual pleasures given, until finally, the session was brought to a close when her heavenly mouth drew an immense deluge of fluid from deep inside me. Blindsided by pleasure, I couldn’t gather my thoughts enough to do anything more than reach up and grasp the smooth, white backside above me as I nuzzled my left cheek into her thigh, panting heavily against her hot crease as I pumped her mouth full of delicious, creamy dessert.

She moaned incessantly throughout the ordeal, inundated with the flavor of the very substance that had been planted inside her many times before; the same substance that had created a new way of life for her, some of her friends, and for her dear, beloved Fluttershy.

Once the flow had subsided and I knew she’d swallowed every last drop, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and lifted my head to plant a kiss on her vulva one last time. Then she dismounted and spun herself around to lie next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

We did not stay idle for long. Only a few minutes had passed before she was on top of me again, sitting on my hips this time to take me inside her. She remained upright, riding vigorously and without relent as I reached up and held onto her breasts, closing my eyes to listen to her breathing; so hot and heavy—a very exciting sound to hear, especially when you have someone like Rarity riding you as though her life depended on it. Occasionally, she would come down and grate her soft breasts against me as she kissed my face and neck before sitting up halfway to lean on my chest, grinding her wet self into a frazzled, panting mess. Every time, she would end up vertical again, lacing our hands together and thrusting her hips with such vigorous enthusiasm that the bed sounded like it might give out. Eventually, the inevitable happened; I swelled quite rapidly and burst straight up inside her, filling her churning depths with another payload of hot, satisfying payoff.

With a victorious smirk, she sat for a moment, impaled on my twitching mast as she exhaled slowly, then eventually rolled off and flopped down beside me with an uncharacteristic indifference to the fact that she’d spilled her gift all over me and the bed. She laid quietly in all her alabaster glory, staring at the ceiling with those brilliantly hypnotic sapphires of hers, her bust heaving with each breath, blissfully content, enjoying the afterglow. She was lying spread-eagle, bearing all to the room with her knees pointed at the edges of the ceiling, her legs quivering like dried leaves in the breeze.

“Ooohhhh my…” Rarity sighed, looking down at her trembling limbs. “Look at me, darling,” she giggled, “I cannot keep my legs still!” She reached down and pressed her palms to her thighs, rubbing them firmly in a vain attempt to regain control. “I think I…spent more time cumming than not cumming during that last bit,” she chortled, looking to me with an amorous smirk before rolling onto her side to lay with her head against my shoulder.

A few minutes passed. Her eyes were closed when she drew a deep, relaxed breath. "Mmmmmmm...a perfect end to a perfect evening. Thank you, my love."

*****

Friday night the three of us spent together again. We took a break from sex for the night just to spend some quiet time together; having supper, watching movies, talking, going for a walk down the road, which was a compromise in Rarity’s favor, who preferred to steer clear of the woods for once.

It had been decided that day to have the Saturday dinner at Fluttershy’s again, and she and Rarity had offered to cook, so the two of them set to planning what they were going to make in the early hours of Saturday morning.

About an hour after the sun had risen, Fluttershy and Rarity were curled up on the couch together, talking amongst themselves while I was just about to start brewing myself a morning coffee.

I don’t know why I drank coffee. Obviously, I didn’t need the caffeine from it, but at some point in history I had noticed how regular people seemed to like it first thing in the morning, so I eventually tried it and lo and behold, I rather enjoyed it. Something about the warmth and flavor just seemed to set the day in motion a little more smoothly, so it became a semi-regular habit of mine.

Today however, it was not to be.

There was a knock at the door.

“Hm,” I mumbled as I set the empty cup down on the counter and went to answer it.

It turned out to be someone I didn’t quite expect.

“Oh hey,” I greeted.

“Howdy, sugarcube,” she replied, tipping her hat.

I was unsure of what to say for a moment, but was quick to catch myself before staring too long. “Uhh, h-how was your week?” I asked, forcing the first question I could think of.

Applejack shrugged. “Eh. You know: busy, tirin; same old shit.” She opened her mouth for a yawn, peering over my shoulder into the house. “What’d you guys get up ta this week?” she asked, smacking her lips.

“Oh…we uh...” —I glanced over my shoulder towards the couch— “did a lot of...catching up…on, uh…”

Applejack got the hint pretty quick and she put her hand up, shaking her head. “It’s OK, I-I get it. Ya don’t need ta…finish that.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

Applejack placed her hands on her hips and chewed her lip idly, staring into space.

I watched her for a moment, waiting to see what she might say, which turned out to be nothing. “So…what brings you here so early this morning?” I asked, raising an inquisitive brow.

She snapped out of the trance and briefly stared at me with wide eyes. “Oh...well, ya see, my truck’s been wanderin a lot lately.” She pointed over her shoulder at the old Ford in the driveway. “It’s startin ta get hard ta keep on the road, ya know? So...I was just wonderin if ya had a minute ta take a look at it.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, somewhat relieved that she was here for something simple. “Just let me throw my boots on and we’ll have a boo at it.”

Author's Notes:

Initially, the idea was to have Fluttershy dress up as the flutterbat for Halloween, that way both her and Rarity would be dressed sexy. Eventually, I decided that it was a tad out of character for her to dress up as something scary since she’s not really a fan of Halloween (her pony version isn’t, anyway) so I came up with the over-the-top cute puppy outfit instead.

Also I think I might have a porn addiction.