You set your jacket on the back of the chair beside you and drape your tie atop it. Both you and Pinkie Pie down your glasses of the cheap wine given to you by Berry Punch a couple months ago. This bottle sure had more kick than what you had earlier that evening, that's for sure. Across the kitchen, Rarity stumbles slightly as she pulls out the utensils and plates, placing them on the table for you to distribute.

Waiting on the counter is the thawing ice cream cake. Taking it in her magic, the unicorn brings it over to the table and sets it in the middle. She levitates the carving knife and takes careful but inaccurate aim over the dessert, drunkenly wobbling the blade around. Holding back a chuckle, you push it toward the center of the cake and refill everyone's glass once the knife is in position.

With the struggle against her blood-alcohol level over for the moment, your girlfriend finally manages to cut a slice of sugary goodness for Pinkie Pie, you, and lastly herself. The gooey double fudge dribbles onto the plate followed by a handful of crunchies. It's been a while since you've had any sweets that looked half this good and you dig into your piece, tearing off a chunk that barely fit on your fork.

Oh wow! You knew that Pinkie was good in the kitchen but this was something else!

It's probably a good idea not to wolf it down too fast though. Should take your time and enjoy it. Plus, you're not entirely sure what would happen mixing a good amount of wine with a sudden intake of ice cream cake. However, Pinkie has different plans and wraps her tongue around her own piece, swallowing it whole.

Looks like you're about to receive an answer to your question.

The crazy pink pony notices you staring curiously at her and flashes you a big, toothy grin. A few seconds later, it morphs into a pained grimace as her head turns ice blue. She collapses onto the floor, taking her chair with her and gripping at her skull. "Gah! Brain freeeeeeze!"

Happily satisfied, you take another bite.

"All better!" she blurts out, standing back up at the table in an instant.

"You're not human, you know that?"

"Of course not, silly! I'm a pony!" she giggles.

"I think he means that you, um...have a certain, inexplicable charm, dear," Rarity adds, sipping some of her drink.

Before you can react, Pinkie squeezes your head in a bear hug. "Awwww! Thanks!"

Despite being caught a little off-guard, you reciprocate the gesture, rubbing her back appreciatively. As wacky and unpredictable as Pinkie is, you have to admit that she was gifted at making others feel good and not just based on what she told you earlier.

The party pony lets you go and squeezes her white friend in a hug of her own, nuzzling their cheeks together. "I can't thank you enough for bringing me along tonight, Rarity!"

"I'm glad you had a good time, Pinkie."

"Mhm! If I hadn't come tonight, I wouldn't have met Last Call! Ooo, I can't wait for this Thursday!"

"I do hope that turns out well for you, dear. You deserve a handsome gentlecolt by your side," Rarity says, bopping Pinkie on the nose.

"Oh I love you guys so much! You so didn't have to do this for me!"

Maybe it was the wine talking. Maybe it was just Pinkie being Pinkie. The long kiss she was suddenly planting on Rarity's cheek had no way of answering.

You expect the dressmaker to gently yet firmly push her friend away. It was a few months after you started dating that you built up the courage to ask her about this kind of a situation out of curiosity; you still weren't completely sure of societal norms at the time but Rarity told you her preferences, which was namely you. Instead, you find your sweetheart giggling.

"Pinkie, I'm...I'm not into mares, dear," she says in a whispered tone. The awkwardness left her barely able to float her next bite of cake up in the air.

"You'd be amazed how many girls I mentioned earlier said that to me before uh...well, y'know," Pinkie slurs.

"Oh baby, oh baby," you joke.

"You shoosh," Rarity teases back, sticking her tongue out at you.

You grin wryly at the inebriated mare and finish your glass. "Don't stick that out unless you intend to use it."

Feigning shock, she lays a hoof against her chest and gasps at Pinkie, "Can you believe what he just said? Just awful!"

As the two laughed at the unicorn's drunken antics, you quietly set your utensil down and stagger up to them, putting an arm between their bodies and pulling Rarity from her seat. You squeeze her against your chest, holding her up with a well-placed hand under her tail and subtly tickling her nethers, making her hiss in a quick breath.

"Y'know, I...I never got a chance to sh-show my appreciation for what you did f-for me tonight," you sputter before planting the first of a series of greedy kisses on Rarity's surprised but eager lips. "S-still can't believe you came up with the idea."

You lay your mare on the tile floor as gently as your hazy state allows. The young unicorn sucks on your lip as you break the kiss. An hand finds its way up and around her head, gripping tightly on her mane and pulling it back, exposing her long neck to your passionate wrath. Normally, she'd insist you let go, but given how drunk you both are tonight, that likely wasn't going to happen.

Her breaths became heavier and faster with each aggressive bite and suckle down her neck. Your other hand wrapped one of her hind legs around your waist, caressing and squeezing her flank. For a moment, you worry that you're being way too forceful, but she isn't complaining. Hopefully she won't have to worry about wearing a turtle neck in the morning.

You let go off her hair and slide your hand down her chest and belly and back up to her face. As your fingers move past her lips, she takes two of them into her mouth, licking and sucking eagerly on them. You can feel yourself start to harden as she goes on the attack.

With your own mouth and tongue approaching her stomach, you happen to just barely hear a second whispered breath from the corner of your ear. Glancing up, your breath as heavy as Rarity's by now, you see Pinkie Pie sitting up in her chair, leaning back with her hind legs spread and a hoof between them, rubbing herself enthusiastically. She meets your eyes, smiling and biting her lip.

The sudden break in the action makes the fashionista look up as well. She follows your look up to her pink friend, scanning over her form, but her eyes constantly find themselves falling between Pinkie's legs.

It takes only a fraction of a second for you to believe that your impromptu love making session was over before it began, but instead of being embarrassed or angry, Rarity can't stop staring at the party animal with intrigue. Again, it was probably thanks to the alcohol that your girl wasn't hollering at you for doing such wanton things to her out of nowhere in front of a guest, regardless if it was one of her closest personal friends. Fortunately, you're not dumb – nor coherent – enough to bring that up.

"Heh, don't stop on my account, guys. Looks hot! Bet I could make her feel even hotter though," she mumbles between panting breaths.

You and Rarity look at each other uncertainly then back at Pinkie. "This doesn't bother you?"

"And what do you mean you can make me feel...hotter than he does? He knows all my little spots," Rarity adds, flashing you a coy gaze before returning her attention to Pinkie.

"I'm okay with it if you are, and you seem to be. And what I mean is who knows a mare's body better than a mare?"

"But I already said I'm not into mares, sweetie."

Despite this to be true, you see a subtle curiosity on Rarity's face that you know she'll never admit to. It wasn't much but you've been together for long enough for you to spot little things like the tiny raise of an eyebrow or the small cocking of her head.

With a weaselly smile on your cheeks, you nudge the unicorn. "Almost sounds like a challenge to me."

"Psh!" she hisses, poking you back, never taking her eyes off of her friend .

"What? I'm serious. She says she can make you feel real good," you say with a shrug. "Besides, you can't seem to stop staring."

She shoots you an unamused look, but it doesn't stop you from continuing. A better opportunity isn't going to present itself any time soon to mention such a situation again, even if it had been brought up before. Besides, if things get argumentative later, you can just blame being a bit hammered. It's really not untrue.

"Look at it this way. You and Pinkie Pie are already pretty close, right? And she's already said she's cool with us doing this right in front of her. Sooooo, why not give it a try? It's not like I'm going to be jealous or anything. Now, if she was a guy, well..."

She turns back to Pinkie, ogling a little too long for her to be doing anything other than considering the offer. After a moment, you look up as well. The pink pony has a glazed but still sultry grin on her face. You won't admit it in front of Rarity but Pinkie's drunken come-hither look is kind of sexy. Your manhood agrees with you.

"But...w-what about Last Call and your date Thursday?"

"That's not for several days, but if we do start seeing each other regularly, I'm going to be loyal to him. Sheesh, Rares, give me some credit," she giggles.

The dressmaker turns back to you, unsure and nervous. Both you and Pinkie do have good points in spite of her objections. It's not like she has a problem with such a thing; plenty of mares around town see other mares, especially with the gender disparity in Ponyville. Plus, she does love seeing you happy, you have all had a lot of fun tonight, and she does know Pinkie Pie better than just about any pony...

Sighing quietly in defeat, Rarity smirks in acquiescence. "Oh, alright. Just this once, okay?"

"Really?!" Pinkie bounces. "Ohh, you're gonna have so much fun, you'll see! I promise, though, if you want me to stop, I will."

"Thank you, dear."

You lean in and give your girl a soft peck on the cheek. "You're awesome, you know that?"

"Hm, I don't recall turning into Rainbow Dash at any time."

"Meh, what does she know? Now, curious, what happens if you end up enjoying this more than you expect and, like, you want another friend to join us or something at some point in the future?" you joke lightheartedly.

"We can talk about that when I'm...when I'm...we can talk about that later," Rarity slurs. She taps you on the chest, nudging you away. "Now, go sit down so Pinkie can have room to...do whatever it is she's going to do."

Obeying, you return to your seat and the pink mare takes your place, laying on her stomach between your lady's hind legs. You stretch out your back and get comfortable with a full view of provocative scene in front of you, eager to see what the boastful pony has up her sleeve.

"If it's okay, I'd like to just jump right into it without any foreplay," Pinkie speaks up. "Plus, I do want you to see how good I know I can make you feel and I just think that if I take too long with getting to the dirty deed, you may want me to stop before we're done."

"That's fine, dear." Rarity glances over at you, playfully sneering. "I'll get you for this some day."

"I look forward to it!"

"Ooo, I'm so excited! This'll be the first time I'll be with any of my closest friends!" Pinkie beams.

The unicorn picks her head up and stares, utterly baffled. "Really? But...well, I know you and Rainbow Dash hang out a lot. You haven't...?"

"Uh uh. We play a lot of pranks and things, sure, but I've never been with her. I asked her once if she wanted to, but she said she was into stallions but couldn't blame me if I was attracted to her since she's so awesome! Not that she isn't super cool and awesome and stuff, but you know what I mean."

"Err, yes. What about the others?"

"Well, Applejack's really traditional, so she probably wouldn't be interested in mares. I think Fluttershy's too timid to be involved with anypony she couldn't fully trust, but I know you two go out a lot when you're not hanging out with your boyfriend here. I doubt she'd ever admit it, but I wouldn't be surprised if deep down she'd like to be with you," Pinkie says happily.

Her white cheeks turn pink at the thought. "She is a real sweetheart, but I wouldn't want to get involved in a relationship with another pony without discussing it with my man first, even if it was with another mare, which I've already stated I'm not interested in. This here is...purely experimental." She clears her throat. "A-and what about Twilight?"

"She'd probably be really enthusiastic, but she'd likely be more interested in taking notes on her experiences rather than simply enjoying them," Pinkie chuckles.

Rarity giggles at the silly jab as well before hazily thinking over the crazy pony's usually accurate opinions. "Hm. That...all makes a lot of sense," she eventually mutters. "So, I'll be your first, huh?"

Pinkie nods with joy. Despite being still surprised by the revelation, a small smile makes its way onto the Rarity's face. Being the first to do something always felt good, regardless of what it may be. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. Taking a deep, relaxing breath, the fashionista leans back and closes her eyes, readying herself as best she can.

"Ready?"

"Go ahead, dear."

Without even leaning in, Pinkie snakes her tongue from out of her mouth and guides it to the bottom of her friend's slit. She pokes and wiggles the tip against the ivory lips, narrowly brushing the slick appendage against Rarity's back door ever so lightly. It's not anything she hasn't felt from you before, but her twitches and hushed gasps are enough to tell you that your girlfriend is liking this.

Slowly, the eccentric mare drags her tongue up Rarity's entrance and finds her waiting clit. With careful precision, she swirls and rolls it around your mare's button, gradually retracting her tongue back into her mouth. As it continues to spin and twirl, Pinkie brings her head closer to the unicorn's body before consuming her pleasure center between her lips.

Pinkie's tongue was still dancing along and across Rarity's nub when she decides to begin sucking on it hungrily. The unicorn bites her lips, unused to being taken care of so thoroughly. Twitching with each aggressive tug on her sex, her legs slowly start to close around Pinkie's head, but she forces them back to the floor with her earth pony strength.

You stare at the erotic scene on the floor in front of you with a tiny smile. Back home on Earth, you were never involved with two girls at once nor did you ever witness any. Even your...err, preferred movies were with a guy and girl. Watching it now, face to face, you – as well as your dick – understand what the appeal is completely.

Adjusting yourself in the chair, you bump into the bottle of wine sitting on the table. Smirking, you take it in your hand and drunkenly address it, "Ah, booze. Bringer of courage, destroyer of inhibitions. Truly, you are a god among men." You glance back down at the girls, adding, "...And ponies too, apparently," before taking another swig.

Rarity's breathes are rapid and heavy after only a moment or two of Pinkie's attention. Looking past her heaving chest, the pink mare knew her friend was ready for what makes her so good at pleasing other girls. She loosens her oral grip, allowing Rarity a second of peace before plunging her tongue steadily into the unicorn's heated, wet hole.

She gasps in surprise, and her bright blue eyes burst open. You and Rarity had been intimate numerous times, but your cock isn't as...alive as Pinkie's tongue. She can feel the rubbery organ thrusting in and out of her pussy the way you do so often but there's much more to it. The amazing tongue driving itself further in with each jab moves and squirms about inside her, sometimes turning around onto itself and filling her almost to the brim.

Her back arches and her body stiffens. She grits her teeth, hissing mind-boggling arousal through them while she stares at nothing on the ceiling. Pinkie smiles and hums her approval, enjoying how moist Rarity was becoming. Without realizing it at first, your hand makes it way between your legs as you watch Rarity rapidly approaching climax, gripping at yourself through your loose black pants.

Snaking up and around one last time, Pinkie stops her tongue at a particular spot inside the fashionista and firmly pokes and wiggles against it. A sudden wave of ecstasy fires through Rarity's body, making her arch her back even more and squeeze her hooves against the floor like she was trying to break through it. Gasping hard for air, she starts to cum.

"Ah! Ahhh! Oh yes! Oh yeeeees! Ohhh.....nnnnnngh!"

She twitches and convulses until every scream of pleasure passes through her, making her body fall limp against the cool tiles. With Rarity coming down, Pinkie gradually pulls her serpentine tongue back into her mouth and crawls up alongside her spent, panting friend.

Pinkie sits up on an elbow and delicately caresses up and down the young mare's body. "Well," she says, "what'd ya think?"

After a exhausted minute, Rarity replies, "Wh-where did you learn to do that?"

"I've learned a thing or two just by experimenting. That one does the trick with the girls."

Once she's finally relaxed, the unicorn starts to giggle. "Oh wow," she mumbles. Happy to see that her friend did enjoy herself, Pinkie snuggles up and laughs with her.

"Alright," you speak up, their eyes meeting yours, "you remember earlier when you said you were jealous? Yeah, now it's my turn."

"Looks like you're not the only one who enjoyed yourself," Pinkie says playfully to the designer, noticing where your hand still is. "But, what do you have to be jealous of me for? You two can fool around whenever you want!"

Your eyes shift with embarrassment. "...I've never gotten her off that fast."

"Hon, you've gotten me off just as hard before, plenty of times. You're fine, you know that."

You smirk smugly at the compliment and scan the pair over, still thinking about the sexy scene you just watched. Your actions attest to this, and Rarity spies you still rubbing yourself. She licks her lips. Maybe it was the sudden rush of hormones – as well as the alcohol – raging through her, but she didn't want to leave you hanging. Unfortunately, she was still a little tuckered out, but there was another option.

She turns to Pinkie, grinning slyly. "You know, I wouldn't mind if he took it out, but uh...well, I need a few minutes. But in the meantime, if you want..." Rarity whispers just loudly enough for you to hear her.

Your stroking come to a sudden stop. Did she say what you think she did?

"Come again?"

"Only if you work at it, dear!" she jokes with a wiggle of her chest.

"I get it!" Pinkie Pie blurts, laughing. "But, seriously...uhhh...really?"

"Yeah, not that that would bother me or anything, but...well, I guess I didn't expect you to suggest something like that."

"It took some convincing on your part to get me to try this earlier, but I was...pleasantly surprised. Plus, we brought Pinkie Pie with us tonight to help make her feel better and..." she shrugs, "well, like you said before, why not? I'm not sure if I'm thinking straight though, but I don't care."

"What makes you say that?" you ask.

"You do know how much we all had to drink tonight, right?" You wobbly nod. "Besides, I trust you enough to know you're staying with me regardless of what happens. Not only that, but you seemed to enjoy watching us," she says, eyeing your dick with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "Maybe I'll like watching you."

You struggle to find words to say as you glance back and forth between your girlfriend and the equally surprised party pony. Is this some kind of a test or something? Rarity didn't seem like the sharing type when it came to relationships. But, you all did have quite a lot of wine tonight like she said. Heck, just look at her! Her eyes are half-open and she looks kind of out of it. Plus, she did say she's worn out and is probably still a little loopy from how hard she just...

Wait, why are you questioning this?

Seeing how uncomfortable you were getting makes your mare laugh. "Consider this me getting you back for earlier, okay? I know you remember how uneasy you were making me."

Her words don't help get rid of your agitation and she sees this. Rolling her eyes, she waves you over. Hesitantly, you leave you chair and crawl on your knees up to her. Her magic takes your collar and slowly pulls you down on top of her into a deep, long kiss. It's a bit jarring at first but you quickly and happily accept it.

Upon breaking the kiss, Rarity nods toward Pinkie with a warm smile on her cheeks. You and her friend share another unsure look and turn your attention back to the ivory mare underneath you. With another insistent nod, you glance back at Pinkie and happily shrug.

"Ummm...do you want to?"

"Sure! Sounds fun!" the wacky pony beams.

You lean in and give your girl a soft, thankful kiss on the cheek as she moves to get up off the floor. "I'm going to go sit down, give you two some room."

Once you and Rarity stand up as straight as you can, Pinkie hops to her hooves and wraps her forelegs around the dressmaker's neck, planting a kiss on her blushing cheek too.

"He was right. You are awesome!"

"I keep telling her that. She doesn't want to believe me!"

"Ooo, this is going to be so much fun!" Pinkie squeals as you unbutton your shirt. Her eyes suddenly light up. "Wait! I have an idea! One that I haven't had a chance to do in a while!"

The crazy mare zips over to the fridge and yanks it open, diving in head first. The clacking of glass jars and the sliding around of food is the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. After a moment of rummaging through the appliance, Pinkie pops her head out of the freezer, looking slightly disappointed.

"Shoot! You don't have any here. That's okay though! I know I have some back at Sugarcube Corner. Be right back!"

A pink blur is all you're able to see darting out of the fridge and racing toward the back door, the hurricane-like winds left in her wake slamming the icebox shut and almost pulling you and Rarity off your feet. Unfortunately, being beyond tipsy at this point in the night, Pinkie ends up slamming into the wall and flattening her face instead.

Shaking her head and somehow returning herself to normal, she laughs at her clumsiness. "Yeah, I think I may have had a little too much tonight. Okay, now I'll be right back."

The fashionista stifles a chuckle after Pinkie leaves a little more slowly. Hopefully the wall isn't too banged up. No doubt Pinkie is fine; she's proven to be a little harder to break. Once she's had her fill of the giggles, she turns her attention to you.

"Let's get you out of those clothes," Rarity purrs as her horn glows, taking command of your belt, button and zipper and undoing them one by one. Your pants drop to the floor and you slide them over by the table with your shirt joining them a second later.

She instantly finds herself gazing at your erection and looks it over hungrily, feeling just a little jealous of what Pinkie what going to be receiving when she returns. You sit down on the floor and motion your lady over with a solitary finger. She hoists her hooves onto your shoulders and, in return, you scoop her up and sit her in your lap, her hind legs around your waist and your arms around her. She can feel your dick subtly rubbing up against her holes and takes in a sharp breath or two.

"You're sure about this?" you ask.

"Yes, and not another word."

You gaze softly into her big blue eyes. "Why're you so good to me?"

"Because you're so good to me."

Taking hold of her head in your hand, your fingers sifting through her purple mane, you pull her in close and your tongues meet in the middle. Her forelegs wrap around your neck and hold on while you firmly squeeze her ass, eliciting a soft moan into your mouth.

You carefully roll onto your back, bringing Rarity with you without separating your lips. You let her head go and caress up and down her back. As you feel each others' bodies, you become consumed in aggressive passion. You and your lover's breaths become heavier as time passes, and if not for the back door opening and closing, announcing Pinkie's return, you may have resumed your wanton love making from earlier in the day. Not that either of you would have minded, but you were supposed to be fooling around with Pinkie next.

"I'm baa-aaack!" you hear from the next room.

Rarity breaks the kiss and rests her head on your shoulder. You each look up at the pink pony and notice the saddlebags she brought with her. Wonder what they've got in them?

"Welcome back, dear."

The bouncy mare gasps when she trots into the kitchen. "Are you two getting started without me?"

"Heh, sorry Pinks."

"Aw, I'm just messing with you," she says, dropping the bags on the floor. She opens it and pulls out a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a half-empty box of fresh strawberries. Her eyes glow and she licks her lips enthusiastically. "Here we go!"

Rarity crawls off your chest, allowing you to sit back up. You look over the sugary goods and then at your girlfriend, exchanging smirks.

"Well, I think I know where this is going."