Heat Pt 1 [CYOA, Humanized, Clop]

They call you Anonymous. For you are nameless. It has been a couple years since you found yourself dropped off in the middle of this town called Ponyville with no memory of who you are or where you came from. The locals were friendly despite your chaotic and magical appearance in town square. They appeared to be humans, much like you, despite a number of them having wings or magical powers. But for the strangest reason, you keep looking at them an imagining that they were ponies for some reason.

 

After the local doctors were unable to explain your memory loss, the local mage Twilight Sparkle volunteered to take a look at you. She was able to determine that whatever magic brought you to Ponyville was also responsible for your memory loss, but was unable to determine anything beyond that. This fact had driven her to distraction and led to a series of events that were to never be spoken of again. The only upside is the fact that you were able to meet Princess Celestia.

 

After you were able to settle down into your new home and acquire gainful employment, it seemed like you would be able to settle down into your new life without any trouble.

 

Until this morning...

 

 

The birds were chirping in unnecessarily cheerful song as the morning light shone from through the gaps in your curtains. You lay in your bed, having collapsed into it the previous afternoon after a particularly long day at work and you feel like you could have slept through the apocalypse.

 

Suddenly you hear a hard pounding at your door... what do?

 

Roll [ 1d100 ] and the winner will be the first to roll a number ending in 5. Rolling 100 will auto win.

 

>Anon Opens the door.

 

Cursing silently, you swing your feet out of the warm confines of your blanket to meet the unnaturally cold floor of your bedroom. Stalking your way out of your bedroom, you make your way to the door which had fallen silent after the initial round of pounding. Even further annoyed by the unknown person, you thrown open the door to give them a piece of your mind.

 

You can barely make out the figure of airborne Guard leaving the area with all haste with another figure giving chase. A piece of paper had been hastily stuffed into your mail box and you pull it out.

 

“Notice of Quarantine?!” You quickly scan the rest of the page. It seemed to have been printed up quickly with several piece of information missing. “....zone has been set up in the vicinity of Ponyville... report to a shelter or secure your home... attempt to make no contact with infected or suspected to be infected persons. Infected? Infected with what?”

 

You find yourself more puzzled at the information presented. You glance toward where the winged Guard had flown off to but he and his mysterious friend were nowhere to be found. Looking at your house, you wonder if it will be secure enough or if you should try to find the shelter in town.

 

What do?

 

4 or 8.

 

>Into town we go

 

Never one to let things just happen to you, you decide to head into town to try to track down the shelter the notice mentioned. Your pause only to throw on your hastily discarded shoes before declaring yourself ready to go. Stepping out of your front door, you pause to take a look at your neighborhood. Further out on the outskirts of town, your street was never the busiest but it seemed to be eerily empty by even your standards.

 

You strain your senses in your search for a sign of humanity as you begin your trek into the center of town. Some people had apparently had enough warning to board up their windows but the few times you risked knocking at doors yielded nothing. At first, the search seem fruitless but as you cross the threshold into the busier parts of town you begin to see signs. Not signs of blood or anything like that, but clothing strewn about and you swear you can hear moaning coming from some of the supposedly empty buildings.

 

Stealthily moving closer to one of the buildings, you peer into one of the unsecured windows. You have to force down a gasp as your voyeurism yields an unexpected sight.

 

You were familiar with the unlikely pair of musicians that had taken up residence in this building. At times you have found yourself at one of Vinyl Scratch's famous parties, although you've rarely had the chance to speak to her directly. The famed Cellist Octavia also enjoyed your patronage at her recitals and you've marveled at how well she could keep her cool in front of such a large crowd.

 

So completely unlike the woman you saw in front of you. Her face was flushed with arousal as she lay splayed upon the couch with her dress shirt unbuttoned and her bra pushed above her modest chest. The remainder of her clothing had been tossed aside with careless disregard. One of her hands massaged her breasts while the other gripped the head of the famed DJ. Vinyl was currently on her knees with her face buried into her friends bared nether region. Her own pants had been dropped to her knees and you could see her thrusting fingers in and out of her folds beneath the fabric of her panties.

 

“V-Vinyl... how did you get so... so...” Octavia let out a long, loud moan as she shuddered under Vinyl's skilled mouth. “...GOOD?!”

 

“Practice, 'tavi...” Vinyl raised her head, pausing to lick her lips. “Lot's of practice.”

 

You couldn't help but stare at the erotic scene before you and your member throbbed with need inside your pants. Transfixed by the sight of Octavia happily slumping back on the couch, you don't notice Vinyl noticing you watching from the window. You freeze in place as Vinyl raises herself upright and your eyes lock with hers. She smiles lustfully before nudging Octavia for her attention and as the Cellist becomes aware of your presence, you can sense an unspoken discussion occur between the two of them.

 

Vinyl Scratch raises a hand toward you... and beckons you forward.

 

What do?

 

3, 6 or 9 decides.

 

>Anon's desire rape.

 

You can't help it and almost immediately begin looking for the door but the musical pair didn't seem to have the patience to wait for you. The window slides open in front of you with a magical glow and you find yourself lifted off your feet. It takes a moment of maneuvering on both your part and hers to get you through the window before you find yourself roughly deposited on the floor.

 

“You the kinda guy who needs the lady to lead?” Vinyl asked tauntingly, pulling her shirt off over her head. Both women stood over you removing what remained of their clothing. As you try to raise yourself off the ground, you find Vinyl's foot firmly planting itself onto your shoulder. She smirked down at you haughtily before she stood over your head. “Don't worry, boy-toy. We can oblige ya.”

 

“Please forgive her enthusiasm...” You glance down at Octavia, who had moved to release your cock from it's coop. She gave your freshly released shaft a few experimental pumps, not that it needed it. She looked at you with a cool look that contrasted greatly with her flushed face. “But we need to deal with the Heat... so you aren't leaving any time soon.”

 

You were about to ask what she meant by the 'Heat' but any words you might have gotten out were silenced as Vinyl kneels over your face. You find yourself staring up at her glistening nether lips and the proof that her hair color was natural.

 

“If ya have enough time to flap your lips, you can do this instead.” Vinyl smirks down at you from between her thighs. You barely have enough time to notice the slight haze in her eyes before she shifts just enough to allow her to drop her honey pot over your mouth. You don't need much in the way of encouragement as you begin to run your tongue through her hot valley and you are rewarded with a low moan and fingers running through your hair. “Good boy.”

 

As you begin the fine joy of sampling the DJ, you can feel the hand that had slowly been pumping your member move away and you remain standing at attention. The inside of her knees brush  against your sides as you can feel a pleasant warmth at the tip of your member. You shudder as the head of your member brushes against the hot hole being presented to it and Octavia eagerly dropped her hips upon you. Too eagerly in fact as your member hadn't been properly seated and it slid  across the wet slit to both of your disappointment.

 

“It's been a while, hasn't it 'tavi?” The DJ chuckled a little bit, before grinding herself into your face to regain your attention. “Don't be so eager...”

 

“I can't help it... I need it...” Octavia's voice reached your ears with uncharacteristic need. You can feel her skilled hands wrap around you instrument as she raised herself up again. You feel the head of your shaft parting the lips of her flower and slipping into the inner reaches. She pauses with just the head inside and you can feel her shift her weight back in preparation. “Now!”

 

With a sudden drop, you feel the Cellist impale herself fully upon your member with a strangled scream. Her warm folds grip you like a hot, soft vice as you can feel her shudder upon your shaft and you can feel Vinyl lean back to appraise her friend.

 

“Celestia's Teat, 'tavi! You alright?” The DJ's concerned voice broke through the haze of lust that set upon it.

 

“...better than ever...” Octavia nearly sighed, resting atop you with your pole firmly wedged in her wet hole. “...need a minute...”

 

“Take your time, 'tavi. Mmmm...” Vinyl paused to let out a low moan as your tongue flicks over her clit. “Our friend here isn't going anywhere. Are you?”

 

The only reply you could give was to even more enthusiastically kiss and lick her nether lips. Finding a grip on her hips, you thrust your tongue into her tunnel as far as you can to drink more of her delicious nectar. She moaned deeply in appreciation as she gripped the back of your head in an attempt to further bury you into her crevice. As you begin trying to oblige her, you can feel the dark haired musician slowly begin to rise herself up before dropping herself back onto your pike. Like a motor starting after a long period of inactivity, after a few hesitating rotations she began settling into a quick pace of bouncing herself up and down your lap as she gave gasps of delight. You thrust up into her as best as you can but the poor position and the two bodies atop you mean you can little but let it happen.

 

You can feel Vinyl's own tunnel grip your tongue every time you dipped it into her warm folds and her intoxicating scent permeated your nostrils every time you raggedly drew breath. She kept grinding your face into her as the sound of your lapping mixed with the wet slapping of Octavia's thighs against yours. The moans of the two women were like music to your ears even as you drank deeply of the DJ's juice. The feeling of Octavia's already tight passage clamping down even tighter upon you signaled her coming climax even as Vinyl's shuddering thighs clamped themselves around your head. With a surprisingly loud scream of pleasure, the Cellist clamped down upon you driving you over the edge as you find yourself forcefully milked of your seed. Vinyl was close enough to the edge herself that your sudden lack of attention as she she forced your head between her legs to the point that you could barely breath. The best you can do is swallow as much of the deluge, even as you are drained yourself of your seed.

 

“Kinda intense?” You hear Vinyl tease her house mate as her thighs release their hold on your head and her grip turned into a gentle rub.

 

“...yeah...” Octavia sighed breathlessly as you can feel her shift forward to lean on her friend and hummed sleepily. Vinyl lifted herself up and you briefly find yourself missing her scent as you can see her beginning to help her friend up. You feel your member fall from the wet tunnel with a wet pop and as soon as you gain the leverage you help Vinyl in settling her friend back on the couch. It was more of a love seat but same difference.

 

Pausing for a moment, you take in the sight of Octavia dozing off on the love seat. Her head had a pillow placed behind it and even half-asleep her face had a noticeable flush on it. Her legs were slightly parted and you can see a small trickle of your seed from her nether lips.

 

“Enjoying the sight?” Vinyl asked, holding a blanket from she had procured from somewhere. She took a moment to cover Octavia's nude form and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. “I didn't realize that you were a fan of Octavia's, too...”

 

“Yeah, I am but... You know who I am?”

 

“You've been to practically every party I've DJ'd for quite some time... and I don't forget a face.” She said, tracing a finger under your chin. “Not that it's hard to forget someone who fell from the sky, Anon...”

 

“I never thought you'd invite me in though.” You shrug a little.

 

“Hey, we're just lucky someone who enjoyed kick ass parties showed up and not some stick in the mud.” She elbowed you lightly in the ribs with a grin, before the grin turned sultry as he gaze roamed lower. “And someone's who's already ready to go again...”

 

And it was true as you could feel your member standing at attention. Especially as she turned around and presented her ass to you with a loud slap.

 

“Since you've been a good boy... You get to choose where you want to fuck me. How about it?”

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>vagina

 

“Well... if you insist, I suppose I'll have to take your offer...” You smirk, before giving her a firm push on her back and she obligingly got done on all fours. You take your time settling yourself between her legs and slowly insert one and then two fingers into her soaking wet tunnel. She shuddered as you piston your fingers slowly before taking a moment to bring them to her lips. She obediently suckled on them, almost eager to taste her own flavor.

 

“Mmm... and here I thought you were a good boy...” Vinyl moaned a little as you run your engorged shaft slowly up and down her slit. “But here you teasing me like this...”

 

“There are times to be good...” You take your time in ensuring the proper amount of her juices coated the tip of your member. Not that it was needed, but you enjoyed how she squirmed at the attention. “And there a times to be... very... bad. How about you? Are you always such a bad girl?”

 

“Oh... I thought I was a good girl?” She teased in response, trying to push herself back onto your member. It was futile effort as you gripped her hips and prevented her from impaling herself on your shaft. “Do I look like a bad girl to you?”

 

“A very bad girl...” You rain a series of slaps upon her ass to punctuate the remark. “One that needs be taught a lesson.”

 

“What kind of less-OH!” Her words were cut off by the sudden forward thrust of your hips. She wasn't nearly as tight as Octavia had been, but she wasn't anywhere near as loose as the rumors had stated. You begin thrusting in and out of her well lubricated hole, only surrendering your hold on her hips to turn your hands upon her modest chest. She moaned her pleasure as you found her breasts to be especially sensitive and you take your time in teasing her mounds.

 

“C'mon! Harder you bastard!” She practically shouted as she thrust herself back onto your shaft as hard as she could. You grin and grip her hips once more before you begin slamming yourself into her with a furious pace. The wet slapping of your hips together echoed through out the room, being drowned out only by Vinyl's loud screams and moans. You aren't sure when you'd started lifting her hips but she could only give out screams of delight as her arms slowly gave way. You can feel her tighten down around you as her voice rose to heights defeated only by her bass and you can feel yourself reaching the edge yourself.

 

Where do you cum?

 

1, 4 or 7 decides

 

>cum on her breasts

 

As you look down at the climaxing DJ writhing and screaming beneath you, just planting your seed into her hot pussy didn't seem like enough. With a grin, you swiftly pull out of her and flip her onto her back. You stand over her panting form and begin pumping your shaft and began pumping your shaft rapidly. She gazed up with a dazed expression briefly before she pressed he breasts together as if to make an easier target. With a final grunt, you splash your cum over her tits in a few long streams before your member fell limp.

 

“Ah... that takes the edge right off... right off...” Vinyl moaned dreamily. She scooped up a glob of your semen before licking it off her fingers. Then she almost began to drift off to sleep.

 

“I know I have a bit of stamina, but I didn't think I'd wear you out that quickly...” You smirk as you scoop Vinyl up and helped her onto the other side of the love seat.

 

“...me and 'tavi were fightin' it all night... the sickness... wouldn't let us sleep...” Vinyl moaned a little as she leaned back into the seat.

 

“The sickness? Is this about the Quarantine?” You ask, but it's too late. The DJ is already snoring lightly and the Cellist was still knocked out despite the exceptionally loud bout of fucking you partook in. It was unlikely that you would be able to wake either of them.

 

Taking a moment to consider your options, you can come up with a few off the top of your head. The sleeping musicians obviously knew what the Quarantine was about but could they be infected themselves? Are you?

 

Or perhaps it would be wiser to try to find someone not infected to find out what was going on?

 

Then again... there was a spot between the two women that seemed to be just large enough to sit between them if you wanted to nap while they rested. If they were already infected, then sleeping next to them was hardly any more risky than sex was.

 

You pause to see if  you can't think of anything else before you decide what do to.

 

3, 6 or 0 decides

 

>leave them there with a note.

>go to a random location.

 

Something inside you tells you it's probably wise to find out what's going on from someone who isn't guaranteed to be infected. You aren't sure where you'd find someone like that but you won't find them by sticking around here.

 

But as you look at Vinyl's nude form on the love seat, you feel you can't leave her uncovered like that. After taking a moment to find the closet she's pulled Octavia's blanket from, you return to find that the DJ had unconsciously moved over to cuddle with the Cellist. Wrapping the blanket around both of them, you place a small kiss upon each of their foreheads before leaving an note of explanation upon a nearby table.

 

You latch the window you came in through and look for the door to find it secured. After a moment to consider the pros and cons, you decided to take the spare key before locking the door behind you.

 

As you begin to wonder into further into town, you notice that the sun had risen further into the sky from the last time you'd looked at it. It was nearly noon and you hadn't really encountered anyone out on the streets but the distinct sounds of moans behind locked doors and windows had noticeably increased.

 

After wandering for some time, you find yourself in front of Sugarcube Corner. You briefly wonder what drove you here, but a distinct rumbling from your stomach. Always a creature of habit, you'd fallen into the pattern of picking up and muffin or two here instead of having a proper breakfast. And you hadn't exactly stopped to have it this morning.

 

“Of course, what are the chances it'll be...” You pause as you spot the 'Open' signed set upon the door, albeit with a little note attached to it. The windows were blocked by various pieces of furniture but weren't boarded up. You hesitatingly approach the door and read it aloud. “Knock for Service, Looters will be Assaulted with Old Cake.”

 

It was distinctly Pinkie Pie's handwriting, down to the little happy face drawn at the end. You consider whether or not to try to get her attention.

 

3, 6, or 9 decides

 

>majority pinkie votes

 

You raise your hand to the door and give it a series of knocks. In a moment of pique, you decided to end them with a small rendition of 'shave and a haircut.' You can hear movement on the other side of the door and a cheerful voice announcing, “Coming~!”

 

The covering over the window on the door was momentarily lifted and you can see Pinkie's beaming face gazing at you. Her eyes gleamed with recognition and her smile widened before she suddenly seemed to take an even harder look at you, especially your eyes. Seemingly satisfied, you could hear the sound of the door unlocking and it opened with a gust of bakery scented air.

 

“Come in! Come in!” Pinkie hustled you in and you find yourself in the unusually empty front of the shop.

 

Aside from the various pieces of furniture being used to block the ground floor windows, it seemed surprisingly normal compared to the rest of town. You could almost imagine that all the weirdness had vanished and it was just another late starting day. You can hear the distinct sound of the locks clicking closed again and turn back to look at Pinkie.

 

She was wearing her work apron over her casual shirt and jeans and you can't help but trace your eyes over her curvy form. The baker was pleasantly plump without being grossly overweight and the way she carried herself showed to be completely unashamed of it. She spun back to you and bounced back to your with a smile.

 

“So what can I do for you, Anon?” She beamed at you. “Looking for something to beat the Heat? Or looking for something sweet to eat?”

 

2, 7 or 8 decides Anon's response

 

>Beat the Heat

 

“I'm looking to... beat the Heat...” You attempt to sound suave, but it didn't seem to be successful as a giggle escaped Pinkie's lips.

 

“Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to lead you on like that!” She gave an apologetic wave of her hands. “I'm not exactly feeling the Heat yet... you either.”

 

“How can you tell?” You ask, the confusion in your voice genuine. You still knew so little about what was going on about this Heat.

 

“It's the eyes!” Pinkie pointed at her pupil and as you look closer you can't see anything out of the ordinary in her bright blue eyes. “When we go into heat, our peepers start turning all rusty red!”

 

“Turning red?” You repeat back and think back to the musical duet. Vinyl's magenta eyes were already pretty close to being red and Octavia's violet ones would make it hard to tell if they'd been tinted that color. Not that you were looking for such a change at the time.

 

“Oh yeah, not all at once though. It starts from the outside in and the redder it gets, the more desperate you are...” She remarked, before rubbing her belly for a moment. “Not that you need to check your own eyes... you'll feel the Heat here long before your eyes show. And it'll slowly move down your tummy to...”

 

You watch as Pinkie's hand descend downwards, her touch revealing the contours of her body underneath her apron as it reached down the front of her pelvis. Suddenly, she yanked the hand away with a flushed look on her face and she looked away.

 

“Right!” She suddenly said, smoothing out her apron. “Anyway, you can usually head off the Heat by beating it to the punch... but it will only go away for a while.”

 

“Do you need any help with that?” You ask, closing the distance between the two of you. You begin to stroke her cheek gently before forcing her to turn her flushed face back to you.

 

“Anon... Don't tease me like this...” Pinkie stared into your eyes. “I won't be able to control myself if you do... you sure you want to do this? You've still got a choice in the matter.”

 

Your only response it to seize her around the waist and bring her closer to you. You can feel her generous figure press against yours as you lean in and capture her lips with your own. Her fist gripped your shirt and you find yourself being dragged back toward the display case. As your tongue wrestled with hers, your fingers loosened the knot holding the apron tight to her ample form. She pulled the apron over her head and tossed it away with a flourish. She gripped the hem of her shirt next and swiftly pulled it over the head revealing her exceptional cleavage.

 

She danced back a little, leaning back against the case as she reach behind her to undo the clasp of her bra but instead of pulling it off immediately she slowly lowered the shoulder straps. She paused to hold the cups to her breasts almost demurely before letting the bra drop to the floor. She kept her bosom partially hidden by her hands, but as she pressed them together in a decidedly non-demure manner.

 

“Do you like them...?” The baker moaned as she massaged her massive mammaries. “They're all natural...”

 

“I can't wait to sample 'em...” You smile as you step forward, taking control of her plentiful bosom from her and wasting no time in licking and suckling upon first one teat than another. Whichever wasn't being subjected to oral ministrations was being groped and gently pinched by your free hand. After a moment, you lean back slightly to gaze upon her slightly glistening chest.

 

“I wanna do some sampling, too Anon!” You feel Pinkie grip your shoulder and find yourself being sat upon the display case. “Don't worry... just leave this to Auntie Pinkie Pie!”

 

You were about to make a comment about being older than her, but she plants a kiss upon your lips. She began trailing her kisses down your neck and when she encountered the collar of your shirt, she began undoing the buttons one by one to expose more flesh for her to suck upon. You find yourself leaning back as she reaches your lower belly and as she begins to undo your belt buckle you toss away your shirt.

 

All too soon, Pinkie's hands gripped your hard pole and she gave the tip an experimental lick. Giving an appreciative hum, she sending her tongue up and down your shaft before capturing the head between her lips. Beginning to bob her head upon your shaft, you groaned with delight as you felt her suck upon your manhood. But before you could get too far, she released your member from her lips with a wet pop.

 

“Don't worry... this is going to put a smile on your face!” She repositioned herself and wrapped her large breasts around your shaft. The mounds were maneuvered up and down your member with exceptional enthusiasm. Every time the head of your rod was exposed, Pinkie tried her best to tease it with her tongue. The soft confines slid around your pole lubricated by a mixture of her saliva and the sweat that was beginning to roll down her flesh. You were practically helpless under her control and with a loud groan you gave warning of your impending climax.

 

Pinkie was ready with her mouth open as the first stream of seed shot up into it and the second veered wildly over her lips. The third fell upon her chest lacking the power needed to make to full journey to her mouth but she didn't seem to care. She held your semen in your mouth for a moment, seemingly sampling the taste before licking her lips to clear them.

 

“Mmm... a wonderful glaze...” She moaned as she released your member from it's soft prison to suck gently on the tip for just a little more before collecting what had fallen on her chest. You couldn't help but have a stupid smile on your face as she raised herself up. Bouncing a little ways away from you, she kicked off her shoes and slowly bent over to present her great ass to you. You find yourself rehardening faster than you thought possible as she slowly slid her jeans and panties down until they finally hit the ground. She swiftly kicked them away before she reached a hand between her legs to slowly massage her nether region.

 

“So Anon... would you like to sample this as well... or are you ready for the main course?”

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>My body is ready

 

“I'm all too ready...” You grin, hopping off of the counter after kicking off what remained of your clothing. She let out a loud squeal as you grabbed her from behind and half toss her atop the counter where you'd just been sat.

 

She leaned back on her arms, presenting her chubby form to you with her legs splayed revealing a tuft of pink hair just above her moist tunnel. Stepping between those shapely legs, you line yourself up with that hot honey pot and ran the head of your member around the rim of it. One of her legs  wrapped around yours and you can see her coyly bite her lip. Her face was flushed and her blue eyes were heavy lidded as she felt you press the head of your cock into her crevice.

 

You take your time as your shaft parts her folds and penetrate her hidden sanctum. She was practically shaking with excitement and you could feel her leg try to pull you in closer. Her interior was wet and pleasantly warm around your shaft as you sunk in with very little resistance. With a wet squelch, bush met bush and you pause to enjoy the feeling of her depths.

 

You can feel her legs wrap around your hips and as you meet her playful eyes you know that she won't be allowing you to have all the fun. She grabbed the back of your head and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss as you begin thrusting in and out of her quivering hole. You can feel her generous flesh against yours as the wet slapping of your thrusts echo throughout the bakery. Every time you begin withdrawing, you can feel her legs squeeze around you trying to force you back in. You begin trailing your kisses down her neck and to her bosom where you can feel her arms try to force your face further into them.

 

“C'mon, Anon! Faster, you can do it!” At her urging you begin slamming yourself in and out her wet hole with reckless abandon. Both her arms and legs encircle you, holding you closer to her hot body as her sweet sweat mixed with yours and dripped down onto the display case. Her tunnel grasped your member with velvety iron as you can hear her pants and scream beneath you. You can feel your seed ready to rise up your shaft as she shuddered and bent in blind ecstasy beneath you. Her legs tight around you did not permit you the chance to withdraw as you planted your seed into her womb.

 

You collapse forward onto Pinkie's pillowy form after your ride out the waves of your orgasm. You can feel her fingers running through your hair as your head rested upon her shoulder and you can hear her cooing at you. Your eyes feel kind of heavy as you rest upon her...

 

And then your stomach had enough of these shenanigans and declared it's discontent. You and Pinkie look at each other and began laughing out loud.

 

“Someone forgot their morning muffin~!” Pinkie sang a little, apparently already recovered from your bout of love making. You manage to right yourself after a moment and you find yourself being guided over to a couch. You don't really understand where the couch came from, but you've stopped questioning such things happening in Pinkie's presence. You find yourself laid down with your head in Pinkie's lap, the scent of your union still hanging heavy but not bothering you in the least.

 

“Open wide...” She said in a playful voice, tearing off a piece of a muffin that was probably procured from the display case you'd just had sex upon. You obediently open up and allow her to feed you the muffin piece by piece, while occasionally snapping up a piece for herself. As the muffin vanishes, you feel yourself beginning to doze off a little and you wonder if you should allow yourself to do so...

 

But you still don't fully understand what's going on...

 

3, 7 or 9 decides.

 

>suck the milk out of her breasts while drifting off to sleep.

 

As you begin giving into the siren call of sleep, you notice Pinkie's heavy chest hanging ever so close and her nipples seemed ever so enticing to you. You lean your head up just enough to try to catch the erect teat between your lips and after a failed attempt she leaned over enough to allow you to suckle comfortably. Her breasts yielded no milk of course, but it felt right as you suckled from her generous bosom. Your eyes grew heavy as she ran her fingers through your hair and the hum of a gentle lullaby echoed through your ears.

 

 

When you awoke, you felt the soft embrace of a comfortable bed beneath you and the warmth of a blanket upon you. Blearily, you open your eyes and take in the pastel color room that you immediately identify it as probably being Pinkie Pie's room. Had you been so out of it that you didn't notice when you moved here?

 

As you gaze around the room, you also notice a figure standing a few feet away from the bed. The tall, willowy figure of Fluttershy stood frozen as your eyes found her and she looked away with a blush. You've met with her a few times before, mostly in a friend of a friend manner but you were on good terms you'd like to think.

 

“Eee... I was, uh... sent to see if you were awake.” She almost whispered nervously. You swear you could see a twinge of red in her eyes every time she glanced at you. “And... uh... and you... are?”

 

She'd always lived up to the 'Shy' part of her name, but right now she seemed exceptionally skittish. What should you do?

 

4, 8 or 1 decides

 

>go downstairs

 

“...yeah... Good morn-Evening?” You correct as you glance at the dimming light streaming through the window. You stretch a bit in bed, allowing several joints in your body to pop with the motion and you can't help but notice Fluttershy staring intently at the motion. Has she been watching you sleep or something? You throw your legs over the edge of the bed and sit upon it.

 

“Yeah... Good Evening...” You notice the animal caretaker's eyes keep drifting downwards before suddenly jerking away, her face gaining a crimson stain. You look down at where she kept looking and notice that Pinkie Pie had put you to bed in the nude and your morning wood bobbed in the air.

 

“Sorry!” You say, covering your lap with the blanket. “...do you know where my clothes went?”

 

“They're um... downstairs.” Fluttershy fidgeted a bit in place. “...it's not a problem... a few people aren't wearing... anything. So if you wanted to go without, I wouldn't mind... I mean, if that's okay with you...”

 

“I... see...” You both stay there in silence for a moment. Seeing no other recourse, you give up and stand up with your member swaying in the cool air. Part of you wonders if Fluttershy was actually interested in you or if the 'Heat' was mixing the signals between you. “Well, I suppose we should go get them... Pinkie's still downstairs?”

 

“Um... yeah...” She replied as the two of you headed downstairs to the bakery, with Fluttershy continually standing incredibly close to you. You try to ignore her bashful glances even as you find yourself imagining what she looked like under her sweater and skirt. When you arrived downstairs, any chance of your boner disappearing vanished the second you set eyes upon Pinkie.

 

“Well, Good Morning sleepy head!” Pinkie bounced out of the kitchen, wearing her apron but nothing else. Your eyes kept tracing the edges of the fabric that gave way to her plentiful flesh. “Did Fluttershy give you a 'good morning,' too?”

 

“...yes...” Fluttershy gave her a quick shake of the head when she thought you weren't looking, to which she got a reassuring smile from Pinkie albeit with a twinge of exasperation.

 

“Good Morning, Pinkie...” You say quickly after you realize you've been caught staring. Pinkie doesn't seem to disapprove as she does a little spin for you. “What's the word?”

 

“Well, now that we've been like this for a day the panic seems to have died down a little... we're even starting to see people again!” Pinkie gestured to the now cleared store windows. A few people do in fact seem to feel comfortable enough to be out in various states of dress, although more than a few seem to be jumping at shadows. “It's not like the Heat has actually killed anybody or anything. We still can't leave of course... but Twilight's been hard at work figuring this out! And we've still got power and light to boot!”

 

“...Twilight hasn't left her house since this started.” Fluttershy pointed out quietly. “We haven't seen Applejack either...”

 

“I know Granny Smith and Apple Bloom got to the shelter... I saw them when I got turned away at the shelter...” Pinkie paused to think for a moment. “I think I saw Big Mac heading that way, too...”

 

“...should we check on them?” Fluttershy gently brought up, “Rarity and Rainbow Dash are alright... I think. But Sweet Apple Acres is so far out of the way... and Twilight sometimes doesn't take care of herself when she's so focused on something like this...”

 

“Hm... you're right, Shy!” Pinkie seated her fist in her palm with a little slap before turning to you. “Can you check on them Anon? And... do you need to take the edge off before you go?”

 

You paused as she gave you a positively sultry smile. To be truthful, you hadn't really felt the warmth that Pinkie had been describing earlier but you hadn't been going without sex very long either.

 

What do?

 

3, 8 or 0 decides

 

>take pinkie by surprise and French kiss her

 

You seize Pinkie around the waist and take a moment to enjoy the momentary surprise on her face before you claim her lips with your own. Your tongue insistently probes at the entrance of her mouth before piercing through to explore the inner reaches. Her tongue gives only momentarily before rallying and beginning to wrestle with yours. No quarter was asked for or given as you battled for dominance and you can feel her relax into your embrace. Your bodies melted against each other, the only thing separating your throbbing shaft from her tender nether region was the apron caught between you.

 

Finally, you are both forced to come up for air, panting heavily as you stare into Pinkie's eyes. They stare right back into your own before shifting over to your side. You follow them to find that Fluttershy has unconsciously come closer. A hand had drifted up to massage her breast through her sweater and she panted slightly as the other had paused on top of her skirt, just above where the union of her legs lay hidden.

 

You feel Pinkie's tongue lick at your lips again and you capture it as your hand traces its way down her side. Your eyes meet again and you can see the playful glint in her eyes as she grinds against you. You grope her ass as you begin twisting your tongue around her as you both begin putting on a good show for your voyeuristic friend. You slowly begin to turn your duet away from her, concealing the action from her gaze and she instinctively began to move closer to continue her observations. So closely that she came into your reach... and Pinkie's.

 

You aren't quite sure when Pinkie had judged that Fluttershy was close enough, but with the speed of a striking cobra she caught her friend and transferred the kiss from you to her. You find yourself briefly transfixed as Fluttershy briefly froze up under the sudden oral assault. She begins to relax before Pinkie released the kiss and gently pushed her toward you.

 

“Why don't you give her a little sugar, Anon?” Pinkie asked teasingly, shifting herself behind Fluttershy with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Fluttershy herself could only stare dreamily at you with a heavy flush on her face... unaware of Pinkie's hands beginning to drift over her body.

 

4, 6 or 9.

 

>lick fluttershy's lick (lolwut) and begin biting her ear

 

You grasp Fluttershy's chin and place a kiss upon her lips, gently at first. You can feel her moan gently as she melted at the slightest heat and you pierce the interior of her mouth with no resistance. Tracing your fingers down her side, you take her figure in through touch and you find it lovely. Pinkie seemed to agree as  she hooked her fingers under the hem of her sweater. You break the kiss as the baker pulled the sweater over the surprised caretaker's head with a flourish.

 

With a squeak, she turned her head back to her friend only to have her lips captured again by the energetic woman. She had no chance as you begin nibbling on her ear, trapped between the two of you she could only moan and begin to writhe. Kisses and suckles begin trailing down her neck into her modest cleavage, even as Pinkie was already in the process of unleashing her breasts. A brief moment to escape presented itself to Fluttershy as you tossed the garment to the side, but not attempt was made as she leaned against Pinkie as one of her mounds was being massaged even as it's mate trailed down to toy with the zipper of her skirt. Returning your lips to her flesh you begin to lick, kiss and suckle on Fluttershy's unoccupied teat to her verbal delight.

 

With the sound of fabric hitting the ground, you know that Pinkie had rid the other pink haired woman of her skirt. Glancing up, you can see Pinkie nibbling on Fluttershy' neck as she reached down into the panties still wrapped around her hips. The heavy scent of their collective arousal filled your nostrils as she toyed with the wet and wanting hole before bringing her arousal coated fingers back up. She briefly teased you by waving the scent beneath your nose before yanking them away to taste the feminine fluids herself.

 

“Mmm... so good...” Pinkie moaned a little as such sucked on her fingers. She gazed at you teasingly as she licked any and all of it from her digits. “Sorry, Anon! I couldn't help myself... if you want, you could drink from the tap...”

 

“...now... please... I want it...” Fluttershy moaned, leaning against Pinkie due to the strength leaving her legs. “I want... you... to...”

 

What do?

 

3, 5 or 8.

 

>fuck flutters up the ass

 

“Well, if Fluttershy insists...” A grin covers your face as you step between her legs, pushing her panties to the side as Pinkie helps keep her at a good angle. You tease the head of your shaft against her slit and slowly begin pushing until you feel a barrier blocking your passage. “Oh...”

 

“First cherry of the day?” Pinkie teased as you paused your forward momentum. Fluttershy's eyes were red with the Heat and she moaned at your lack of progress. It was the eyes that gave you pause.

 

“But... she's under the influence of the Heat...” Somehow this bothered you more than you thought it would. Pinkie blinked a little but smiled at you sweetly.

 

“But she want you to...” Pinkie began, but suddenly Fluttershy spoke up.

 

“...you could put it in my butt...” She blushed even harder as she couldn't meet your eyes. “...if you want to, I mean...”

 

“Shy-shy... are you sure...?” Pinkie asked, leaning in to meet Fluttershy's eyes. “There's not guarantee that you'll like it...”

 

“I will... I like to play with... you know...” Fluttershy seemed to squeak out her little confession.

 

“Okie dokie, just let me fetch the lube!”

 

“...I could just use a pillow...”

 

“Shy-shy...” Pinkie helped guide Fluttershy over to the couch, where she sat her down for the moment. “Friends don't let friends bite the pillow when lubes available.”

 

Pinkie then bounced upstairs and your eyes instinctively follow her round ass as it disappears upstairs. You turn back to Fluttershy who had maneuvered herself to present her ass to you and had procured a pillow regardless of Pinkie's words. You notice that she's still trembling, however...

 

What do?

 

3, 7 or 9 decides

 

>eat out flutters ass as lube instead

 

As you stare at Fluttershy's round backside, some part of you refuses to wait for Pinkie to return with the promised lube nor wants to go in dry. You lean in and take a deep whiff of her scent before running your tongue up the crack of her ass.

 

“Anon... what are you...?” Fluttershy asked confused as you took another taste of her ass. She kept herself incredibly clean and you cannot detect even the faintest taste of fecal matter on the surface. Reaching up, you part the cheeks of her ass revealing her brown star to you. Trailing your tongue down the exposed crack to it and circle the tip of your tongue around it. You can hear a loud, long moan issued from her lips as you press your tongue against her anus. “...that's so... wow...”

 

You finally taste the foul taste of her waste as you pierce the entrance of her ass. You resist the kneejerk reaction to withdraw your tongue and instead focus on swirling your tongue around her anus. You slowly cover the entrance to her ass in your saliva as she moaned a writhed under you ministrations. After a long moment of lubricating her anus, you finally come up for air.

 

Pinkie was standing a few feet away from you, a tube of lube in her hand and her jaw hanging slightly at the sight. She stayed there for a moment trying to work her jaw for a moment before holding out the tube.

 

“...do you still need this?”

 

2, 5 or 8 decides

 

ACHIEVEMENT: Tongue That Anus +100 Drag00n Points

 

>spread the lube on her breasts and rub them as you fuck her ass

 

“Yeah... I think I will...” You say, reaching out to accept the tube and notice that it's scented with a nice, flowery perfume. You notice Fluttershy staring back at you curiously as you pop it open but fail to begin applying it and instead place it within reach. Parting her ass cheeks once more, the head of your shaft begins pressing incessantly against the saliva coated brown star. A low moan was issued from the graceful girls lips as the tight hole began the slow process of swallowing your pole. It was like trying to insert yourself into a soft and hot vice but inch by inch you made your way into her ass. With a final push, you feel your pelvis press against the soft flesh of her buttocks and both of you issue a sigh of delight. Pinkie Pie was hovering around Fluttershy's face, gauging the expression and apparently liking what she saw.

 

“Wow, Fluttershy! I didn't think you would enjoy it THIS much...” Pinkie giggled a little, before planting a little kiss on her lips. She then grasped Fluttershy by the chin and turned her head so you could see her face. “I mean, look at her! She's totally getting off on this!”

 

And it was true... Fluttershy's face was twisted in pleasure as she moaned wordlessly. Her face was the reddest you've ever seen it and her eyes were heavily lidded leaving her with a not-quite-there expression. You slowly withdraw, enjoying watching the subtle ways her face changed before slamming back in causing her to throw her head back. Reaching down, you spread a significant amount of the scented lube on your hands before beginning to grope at her chest. Setting a slow, but steady pace in your thrusting, you feel as her tits start to become slick under your fingers. The sound of your pounding fills the bakery as she moaned, her hard tips of her nipples slipping between your pinching fingers.

 

“Hey, Anon... flip her over!” Pinkie asked cheerfully. Still buried deep in her ass, you grab her around the waist and shift over into a seated position. Fluttershy squealed as her weight buried her shaft back into her deepest depths and you can see Pinkie move between her legs. “You don't mind if I drink from the tap, do you Fluttershy?”

 

The impaled girls couldn't muster up any form of verbal response as Pinkie buried her face into her snatch. You continue thrusting up into the animal keeper as you feel her cleavage slip and slide under your hands, slick with the generous amount of lubricant you've applied. Pinkie had to keep a firm grip on Fluttershy's thighs to keep her steady enough to continue tasting her fluids. The tightness of the ass was quickly putting you over the edge faster than anything before, but between you and Pinkie she isn't too far off herself.

 

She let out a long, passionate squeal as she clenched up around your shaft, putting you over the edge. You fill her tight ass with your cream as you can hear Pinkie lap up the flood of her fluids. After a long moment, you can feel her collapse back on you and her head cradled itself into the side of her neck, a look of bliss upon her face.

 

“...we keep getting distracted, don't we?” Pinkie smiled up from between Fluttershy's legs, licking her lips. “But it's fun, right?”

 

You smile back at her, nodding in response. You idly wonder if you should give Pinkie a little love, too... or if you should get going and find out what's going on with Applejack or Twilight...

 

What do?

 

4, 6 or 0 decides

 

>before you go pinkie grabs you and forces you to eat her cunt

>rolling for this and twi later

 

You gently stroke Fluttershy's hair as she cooed blissfully with your shaft still embedded in her ass. Reluctantly you lift her soft cheeks from your lap until the head of your cock finally pops free from her ravaged asshole. Her eyes were heavy as you set her on the couch next to you and she quietly dozed off with a smile on her face. Standing up, you give a long stretch to relieve the stress on your back.

 

“So... you wanted me to check on Twilight and Applejack?” You ask after an awkward moment of silence.

 

“Yes...” Pinkie paused, giving you an unreadable look. “But first... I need to do something...”

 

“Wha-aaa?” You are suddenly cut off as Pinkie reaches up and pries open your mouth. A few confused sounds escape your throat as Pinkie gazes intensely into your oral cavity. She takes a few experimental sniffs before producing a bottle of bubblegum flavored mouthwash. A mouthful of it was poured in before she allowed you to close your jaws.

 

“Swishy-swishy!” The baker giggled as you obediently spent a moment moving the candy flavored fluid through your teeth. As you do, you notice that she had also acquired a bowl of warm water and a towel from somewhere. After the standard sixty seconds, you spit the mixture out into a waiting bucket. You feel Pinkie's hand on your shoulder as she whispered into your ear, “A cunt eater says what?”

 

“What?” Yes, you felt like an idiot as you said that. The world briefly went topsy turvy as you feel your feet unexpectedly give way beneath you and find yourself staring up at the ceiling. The light from above was blotted out as you find yourself staring up at Pinkie's soaking wet pussy. It quickly dropped itself over your mouth as Pinkie knelt down over you.

 

“Now Anony... you didn't think you could get my engine running and just leave, did you?” She laughed a bit as she spend a moment grinding herself into your face to encourage you. A moan of appreciation escaped her lips as you ran your tongue over the surface of her hot hole and she spent a moment relishing the sensation. As you began to compare the taste of her womanhood to the mouthwash, you can hear the sound of a towel being dipped in water before being rung out. Leaning forward, you can feel Pinkie begin cleaning your admittedly dirty cock with the warm towel. “And we can't let the next girl get stuck with a dirty dick, can we?”

 

A verbal response to that was impossible as you were too busy parting Pinkie's nether lips with your tongue. You enjoy the tangy flavor that was distinctly Pinkie Pie and delight in the moans you were forcing from her mouth. Her thighs tried to clench up around your head even as the towel took on more of a pumping motion. Finally Pinkie seemed to judge your shaft to be clean enough as the cloth was haphazardly tossed back into the bowel with a splash. Her hands begin stroking your shaft with fast strokes as she continued to grind her pussy onto your piercing tongue. Your taste buds sampled the flavors hidden deeply within her folds, drawing more and more of her fluids to the surface even as you felt Pinkie's tongue begin to experimentally taste the head of your shaft. Finding it acceptable, she bobbed her head down to take more of your rehardened cock into her mouth. With an expert level of skill, she began driving you closer and closer to the edge and you grasp her hips, eager to ensure that you don't cum before she does. She gave a squeal of appreciation around your throbbing shaft as you can begin to feel her seize up around your probing tongue. You eagerly swirl the muscle around the interior of her cunt as you force her closer and closer to her own peak. With a long moan, she gushed her fluids into your mouth and you drink up as much as you can before releasing a groan of your own. The heavy jets of your seed spurted into her waiting mouth where she greedily gobbled it down.

 

After a moment, she gave a satisfied sigh as she surrendered her position on her face leaving you licking your lips. You get up yourself after the haze lifted and start hesitatingly getting dressed as Pinkie helped gathering your clothing. Almost about to say something, you find yourself suddenly embraced by the energetic baker and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

 

“...I don't want you to leave either... but I'm worried about my friends. I know they're probably alright, but still...” Pinkie released the hug hesitatingly. “Twilight can forget the stuff she needs when she's trying to figure something out... and Applejack I'm not sure about...”

 

“I'll pay Twilight a visit tonight... but the path to Sweet Apple Acres is treacherous even on a good night...”

 

“But Applejack...!”

 

“I know you're worried about her... and when I say this, I say this in as positive manner as possible, but she's a tough bitch. I've seen her kick the shit out of a bunch of timberwolves!” You reassure Pinkie. “Even if she didn't make it to the shelter, then she probably returned to the farm... and there is no threat inside of Ponyville that can take her on her own turf.”

 

“Alright... but the first chance you get, you'll check on her?” You nod at her and she returns a smile. She gestures for you to wait a moment and she bounces to the back of the bakery. After a moment, she returns with a picnic basket filled with various baked goods. “These are for Twilight, but you can help yourself to some, too... and if she wants something else, I'm sure you'll deliver...”

 

Pinkie gave a giggle after that last remark as she handed you the basket and you both moved to the door. She stopped you just as you are about to open the door and planted a gentle kiss upon your lips with a flush that didn't speak of arousal.

 

“I'll keep an eye on Fluttershy here... come back any time you need anything!” Pinkie opens the door and sends you though with a firm slap on the ass and a parting remark. “Don't rut anyone I wouldn't!”

 

 

As the door closes behind you, you take in a deep breath of the cool evening air and stare up at Luna's moon making it's trek across the sky. You can make out the distinct top of Twilight's tree library in the distance and you begin making your way toward it. The street lights were holding out so far and you pass a small number people on the street. Most seem to avoid you whenever possible but a couple stop to start at you with a flushed look before scampering off. One brave soul approached you asking if you heard any news about a cure, but you couldn't give him an answer.

 

Suddenly, at about halfway there, you notice a figure fluttering through the sky uncertainly. It almost seems familiar to you, but the street lights don't provide enough light for you to get a good look at whoever it is. And you had to make your way to Twilight's...

 

Do you want to try to flag down the flying figure?

 

3, 6 or 9 decides

 

>chase the flying thing

 

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you chase after the flying figure and yell out to it. It pauses and turns back to look at you and you stand well within the light so whoever it was got a good look at you. Whoever it was waited for a moment before descending toward you and finally entered into the light.

 

“Hey, Anon! What are you doing out here?” Rainbow Dash's violet hued eyes stared into yours and you realize that she was probably looking for a crimson color. Her own eyes were difficult to judge from your point of view, but besides a noticeable flush of her cheeks she seemed to be entirely in control of herself.

 

“I'm heading to see if Twilight's alright... Pinkie hasn't heard from her since this started and is getting worried. So she sent me with a little gift basket to check on her.” You gesture to the basket of baked goods on your arm. “We haven't heard from Applejack either, but we can't really check on her until the morning.”

 

“Yeah, that old road totally needs to be lit up some time. The farm, too.” Rainbow Dash shrugged, “I'm heading to the Library, too... I gotta ask Twilight about... something...  do you need a lift? I can get us over there in no time flat! And you wouldn't need to worry about running into someone!”

 

2, 5 or 8 decides

 

>accept

 

“Well, I could certainly accept the help, but are you sure you can lift me?” You ask teasingly.

 

“Am I sure? Am I sure?! Look at me!” Rainbow lands on the ground, her sneakers planting solidly on the ground. She struck a body builder pose, flexing her muscles for your approval. While she wasn't a body builder, her body showed the muscles of a flier – slender muscles packing a surprising amount of power. You couldn't help but trace your eyes over her form in an not so innocent way. She was wearing a jogging suit with the jacket open, revealing a black sports bra beneath. An admittedly small chest was contained within, but it didn't detract from her attractiveness at all but rather reinforced the image of Rainbow Dash. An image that was also complemented by the pants tied tightly around her boyish hips. You must have been staring for longer than you thought because you are snapped back to reality by her clearing her throat with an even more flushed face. “Hey, I know I'm awesome, but damn!”

 

“You sure are...” You admit, raising your arms to permit her to grab you around the torso. Rainbow Dash moves behind you and you can feel her slender arms encircle you. Despite being more than a head taller than her, you can feel her easily lift you into the air and the ground falls from beneath your feet. As you fly toward the Tree Library, you can feel her chest pressed against your back and her hot breath on your neck before you feel her stiffen a little.

 

“...Anon... you smell like...” Rainbow Dash trailed off, seemingly unsure of how to continue. You realize that besides Pinkie's little clean up, you hadn't really washed the scent of today’s activities off. Dash had fallen uncharacteristically silent, but you can tell that she's putting two and two together. “...did you and Pinkie...? Never mind, it's none of my business...”

 

She trailed off, unwilling to continue the line of questioning, but you can tell that she wants to know. Or you could finish the journey in uncomfortable silence.

 

What do?

 

1, 5 or 0 decides

 

>tell her every detail.

>brag about it, but don't be to cocky.

 

“Yeah... we did.” You could feel Rainbow Dash's arms clench up around you as she paused her flight and you became aware of just how high up you were. You can feel her questioning gaze burning a hole in the back of her neck. “We weren't under the influence of the Heat yet... but it was a matter of time for Pinkie. So we beat the Heat to the punch. We must've spent the better part of the afternoon together...”

 

“...what was it like...?” A whisper reached your ears. You tried to look back but Dash refused to meet your eyes.

 

“It was... magnificent. We got started right in the front room of the bakery... making out on the display case. I don't know if it was all the baked treats but... she tasted so sweet...” You licked your lips slightly at the memory. “And when she took off her shirt... I knew I had to taste them, too...”

 

“And...?”

 

“They were a treasure... firm in my hands and they tasted of sweet summer sweat... 'All Natural' she called them. And they were, I could tell.” You gesture with your hands as if they were still grasping them. “I spent a while just learning how she liked to have them touch... and then she wrapped them around my cock when she wanted to 'sample' me.”

 

“They are soft, aren't they...”

 

“Yeah... they are... if I had any reluctance or resistance to the entire scenario, that killed it. I was entirely at her mercy while she was doing that for me. It didn't matter how much I tried to resist, she wasn't going to stop until I blew my load.” You sigh a little at the memory. “I didn't ask her to but she swallowed... after taking a good taste of it. It was just so hot to watch... especially when she took the time to scoop up the bit that had missed her mouth.”

 

“That wasn't then end of it, though... right?”

 

“Of course not. I'd be an asshole if I didn't make her cum, too. I'd consider it a personal failure at that.” You remark, before thinking for a moment. “It's strange... I recovered from cumming much faster than I normally would. Side effect of the Heat...? Anyway, then I set her on the display case and made sweet, sweet love with her. We couldn't keep our hands off each other and I was doing my damnest to ensure that she came first... but she was too good. Some would call it a tie, but I think we both won...”

 

“...did you cum... inside?”

 

“Didn't have much of a choice... her legs were wrapped around me so tightly I wouldn't have been able to.” You recall. “After that, I dozed off in her lap while suckling on her breasts... then I woke up with Fluttershy staring at me.”

 

“Wait wait wait...!” Rainbow Dash suddenly interrupted you, “When did Fluttershy get involved with any of this?!”

 

“Sometime while I was asleep... I woke up in Pinkie's bed with Fluttershy staring me down with the reddest set of eyes I'd seen that day!” You explain, “Apparently Pinkie had sent her up to see if I was awake. Not sure if she was already under the Heat when she got sent up, but Pinkie said something about giving me a 'Good Morning.'”

 

“Pinkie, what were you thinking...?” Rainbow Dash muttered to herself. She looked back up at you after a moment. “And you...?”

 

“Well, she was still clearly nervous about the whole thing so I just headed downstairs without doing anything with her... even with the Heat effecting her she still had a great amount of control over her faculties.” You nod to yourself. “We talked for a bit with Pinkie and we decided to check in on anyone we haven't had contact with for a while... then I kissed Pinkie. It was an impulsive thing but... we really got into it. But we kinda... set off Fluttershy.”

 

“...set off Fluttershy.” Dash said flatly.

 

“Yeah, first her and Pinkie were making out, then I was kissing her and before I knew it I was getting acquainted with her chest while Pinkie was fingering her... pretty sure the Heat was starting to effect us a little, too. She made the cutest little moans...” Recalling the sight put the stupidest smile on your face. “But as I was starting to insert myself, I realized that she was still a virgin...”

 

“Wait...” You suddenly feel Dash's arms constrict around you angrily. “You DIDN'T!”

 

“...I didn't.” You gasp out, her grip loosening just enough to allow you to breath again. “I told them I couldn't pop her cherry, even if Pinkie made it sound like Fluttershy said she wanted it earlier. Not while she was under the Heat.”

 

“... you're alright.” Dash said after a moment.

 

“She said she could take it in the ass, instead.”

 

At which point Rainbow Dash accidentally dropped you. You feel your heart drop into your stomach as you experience free fall for a brief few seconds before Rainbow Dash manages to catch you, her own heart racing.

 

“Sorry! Sorry! Oh Celestia, I'm sorry! Are you alright?!” She asked in a panic.

 

“...yeah... what the hell?!” You gasp, trying to regain control of your heart rate.

 

“It's just...” Dash tried to collect her thoughts desperately. “Fluttershy WANTED an ass fucking?!”

 

“Pinkie didn't believe it at first either, despite Fluttershy saying she enjoyed ass play. Insisted on getting lube... at which point I decided to cut out the middle man and lubed her with my tongue.” You pause to reach over and close Dash's open mouth. “Yeah, I know what you're thinking... but it was a small price to pay to ensure she enjoyed herself.”

 

“Well, that... and I really hope you remembered to wash your mouth before you left.”

 

“Pinkie practically forced the bottle of mouthwash down my throat.” You reply with a grin. “And it wound up being true... Fluttershy not only enjoyed it, I'm fairly sure she would've cum from the ass fucking alone even if Pinkie hadn't decided to join in by eating her out.”

 

“...Wow... I mean... I'm just having trouble thinking about it.” The athlete stated. “Fluttershy... into that?”

 

“Yeah... we weren't expecting it either. She dozed off after that and we set her on the couch. Pinkie made me wash my mouth and then she sat on my face.” Looking back at Rainbow Dash, she didn't seem very surprised. “Yeah, in hindsight I should've seen it coming. But I was hardly going to deny her and I'll admit I could very well get used her taste. She started washing off my cock while I was doing this... which got me going again. She finished me off with a 69 once she was satisfied I was clean enough. We both realized that we were stalling on the whole leaving thing, and I had to set off to find out what was going on. She... kissed me before I left...”

 

“She did, huh...?” Rainbow Dash said, mainly to herself. You notice that you've been hovering in one spot for a while and wonder how long she could keep it up. “Hey, Anon... do you mind if we set down somewhere? I...have to ask you something. Or we could wait until after we visit Twilight... but I gotta ask you it soon.”

 

2, 5 or 7 decides

 

>Get her to set you down.

 

“Alright, see some place we can settle down without risking being interrupted?” You gaze around, looking down at the various rooftops for a spot to land. Your eyes couldn't find much in the darkness, but Dash's eyes were more than adequate to spot a landing point. The only warning you received was the distinct sensation of her tilting toward the ground and the feeling of wind through your hair as you swooped down toward a fenced in area. A boarded up back door and a chained up gate were the only ways out of the yard you'd found yourself in. Not enough to keep anyone really determined out, but plenty to keep out the casual interloper.

 

“I know the people who live here... they got into the shelters before they closed the doors. Man, that was chaotic...” Rainbow Dash shook her head at the memory.

 

“I can't believe I slept through it.” You remark, drawing an incredulous look from Dash.

 

“You... slept through the whole mess?!” She couldn't get the look of shock off her face. “This whole thing happened so fast... but still, I thought something like that happened in bad movies.”

 

“Yeah... how did this all happen so quickly, anyway?” The question came naturally.

 

“Well, after that whole Pox incident the big heads in town got together to put together an emergency plan... didn't work out THAT well. Nobody got hurt, but some people didn't even get the notice.” The athlete explained with a shake of her head. “I guess you were one of them.”

 

“Yeah... I woke up this morning to a Guard pounding on my door and a half assed notice in my mail box... it didn't explain shit and he had left before I could answer. Had some friendly company following him.” You remember his quick retreat from the other winged figure.

 

“Probably didn't want to be infected...”

 

“Yeah... anyway, you wanted to ask me something...?” You glanced questioningly over at her. Rainbow Dash had suddenly become very interested in anything that wasn't you and you could swear you could see a blush upon her face.

 

“...yeah... you know what they say about me...? Being a lesbian?” Dash kicked at the grass under her feet while she waited for a response. You nod hesitatingly, fully aware of the rumors surrounding the rainbow haired athlete. “They're... only half right. I do enjoy the company of girls more than boys... I have this thing going on with Pinkie, in fact...”

 

“You two were... I didn't realize that you two were...” You stumble a little over your words.

 

“Don't worry about it! From the word go, it wasn't exclusive or anything. Some friends with benefits stuff, if you know what I mean...” She nudges you in the ribs a little roughly, a playful grin on her face. “It's just... maybe some guys DO turn my head. Just not as often as the girls... it's a small, exclusive list...”

 

“...we both know what I want to ask right now.”

 

“Yeah, you've been kind of dropping on and off that list for a while. No offense, but you can be kind of flaky sometimes... but pretty cool sometimes, too.” Dash scratched her arm nervously. “You're telling the truth about what happened with Pinkie... and that kind of puts you over with me.”

 

Rainbow Dash closed the distance between the two of you and she looked into your eyes with a serious look within them. “Look... I'm hardly a virgin, but I've never been with a guy before. I know it's silly, but it's still a big deal with me. And I don't want it to be in the middle of a Heat to someone I don't really know... I'd rather it be you. So... what do you say?”

 

4, 6 or 0 decides

 

>I want to cum inside Rainbow dash

 

Your response is the grip the back of her head and lean down to place a firm kiss on her lips. After a moment of shock, you can feel Rainbow Dash begin fiercely kissing back as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. As your tongues collided and ground against each other, you find yourself being pushed to the ground as the athlete climbs atop you. The dew covered grass felt cool upon your back as a distinct warmth laid upon you. After a final passing joust of tongues, you both are forced to come up for air with a pair of satisfied gasps.

 

“Should I take that as a yes?” The winged woman grinned down at you as she sat astride you, the moonlight highlighting her slender form. She tossed her sports jacket away with a flourish, leaving only her sports bra covering her chest. You reach up and push the bra up out of the way to begin toying with her hand sized breasts. They seemed exceptionally sensitive as you massaged her chest, drawing a series of cute little moans from the Wonderbolt hopeful.

 

“A beautiful woman offering herself to me freely? I'd be a fool not to accept... I want to cum inside you Rainbow Dash.” You reply, taking your time to learn where she liked to have her teats touched.

 

“Like I haven't heard that one before... but... you'll get your chance...” She smiled as she leaned into your touch. She delighted in your touch, her cries giving away when you'd touched her in just the right way before she finally had to draw your hands away. She rose up to her feet, staring down at you as she slowly wiggled her jogging pants down her legs, revealing a pair of black boyshorts which quickly join the pants as she kicked them off. Her hand slid down between her legs to toy with her hidden tunnel. “Wanna have a taste, Anon?”

 

You spend a moment unwittingly staring at the union of her legs, hidden by the same hand that was toying with herself. You are broken from your staring by a small chuckle as Rainbow Dash stared down at you with a grin. “Better make a decision Anon... or I'll make it for you.”

 

3, 5 or 7 decides

 

>have trouble deciding where to take this

 

You can't help but lick your lips as you stare at the place kept just out of your sight, but Rainbow Dash decided the moment of silence was already too long. Swiftly repositioning herself, she dropped her ass on your head with her tender nethers covering your mouth. She was moist, but not as dripping wet as some of the more Heat influenced cunts you've encountered today. Not waiting any longer, you begin tasting the presented womanhood with abandon. The athlete crouching over your face gave an appreciative moan as she ground herself into you, enjoying the feeling of you running your tongue up and down her mound.

 

“Mmm... you're not half bad... now, let's see what you're packing...” You find yourself leaning up to continue eating her out, as she leaned forward to undo your pants and release your hard member. Her hands gripped your member and gave it a few experimental pumps to your delight. “Not bad, either...”

 

As you continue to run your tongue from the nub of her clit down between the lips of her pussy, you feel her continue to give out cute moans as she continued to cautiously stroke your shaft in her hands. A groan of appreciation escaped your throat as she gave an experimental lick to the head of your cock. Her tongue lapped at your shaft in an inexperienced manner, but her growing enthusiasm made up for the difference. As you feel her pussy begin to excrete copious amounts of lubricant, the difference in experience began to show as her moans began to outpace your own. She began to shudder atop of you as she desperately took the head of your shaft between her lips and began to awkwardly bob her head up and down on your pole. It was too late though, as you can feel her thighs begin to clench up around your head as she gushed a fountain of her feminine fluids into your waiting mouth. Her cries echoed throughout the yard as she rode out her orgasm before coming to a rest atop you.

 

“Looks like you win this round, Anon...” You can hear her pant and feel her hot breath on your member, still rock hard despite her best efforts. Her distinct flavor was licked from your lips as her own twitched in front of you. She rolled off of you after a moment, and you can see her beaming smile as the sweat dripped from her brow. She raised herself briefly to look at you sultry. “But we'll see who wins round two...”

 

She shakily begins crawling over to you again, ready for more... but this might also be a chance to take charge. Unless you want her to continue setting the pace?

 

3, 6 or 0 decides

 

>make her beg.

>you're the boss here.

 

You grin up at Rainbow Dash shakily crawling over to you and you sit up suddenly. Grabbing a hold of her shoulder and you pull her atop you before rolling over atop her. A knee was planted between her legs, keeping them open to you despite the lack of need. She grinned up at you with a confident expression on her face as you lifted her hips.

 

“Alright, Anon... you got me where you want me... watcha going to do with me?” Dash half teased and half taunted you. You don't say anything right away as you line yourself up with her quivering hole. Instead of beginning the insertion, you instead rub the head of your shaft up and down her soaking wet slit. A needy moan escaped the athlete's mouth as you teased the entrance of her tunnel. Resisting the urge to plunge into her depths, you spend some time just toying with the entrance of her womanhood exchanging your cock with a teasing finger whenever the sensations begin to become too much for you. “Oh sweet Celestia... what are... what are you waiting for?!”

 

“For you... to ask nicely.” You tease, thrusting forward but not piercing her womanhood. Instead, you allow your shaft to slide up across her clit and into her bush. She stared with need at the head of the member peeking up at her from between her legs. “Well...?”

 

“...fuck me...” Rainbow Dash almost whispered, her face flushed as she couldn't meet your eyes. You pull back your hips and you can feel her brace herself for you insertion. Instead, you allow your shaft to miss again leaving her to moan in disappointment. She looks up at you and your eyes meet for a moment. The need was evident in her eyes and both of you knew that she could overpower you if she really wanted to. But no attempt was forthcoming as she writhed under your ministrations. “Fuck me... please...”

 

“I'm sorry... I didn't quite hear that...” You continue teasing her entrance, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on her nether lips. She groaned in frustration under you, her hands teasing her breasts in an effort to bring her over the edge you kept bringing her to before stopping. “What did you want me to do?”

 

“Damn it! I want you to fuck me! Please, fuck me!” She yelled as she violently pinched and massaged her own bosom. “I want you to pop my cherry and fill me with your cum! Please, take me!”

 

As you hear the desperation in her voice, you wonder if you should oblige her... or if you should continue teasing her.

 

2, 5 or 9 decides.

 

>fuck her silly

 

You give her a vicious grin as you grip her hips and raise them as you rise to your feet. Her hands gripped at the grass beneath her as she lost any sort of leverage she might've had from her more prone position. You lean over her as you seat the head of your cock firmly at the entrance of her quivering whole and you meet her eyes for the last time before you claim her.

 

“Mine...” You whisper before firmly siding yourself into her waiting hole. Her barrier only puts up a miniscule amount of resistance before tearing under the forceful insertion of your member. She visibly winced as her gates fell and you pause momentary only to get a reassuring, but undeniably cocky smile from her. The second you see that expression, you slam all the way home and enjoy the long and deep moan that emanated from her lips.

 

“Yes...!” Rainbow Dash sighed as your bushes met with a wet slap. Whether this was a response to your verbal claiming of her or the simple claiming of her inner tunnel, you weren't sure. You just enjoyed the exceptionally tight sensation squeezing your member like nothing else, her strong muscles only enhancing the vice like grip around your cock. You pause a second time to cherish the first time anyone had enjoyed her, feeling in writhe beneath you, unable to do anything except moan helplessly beneath you. Slowly, you withdraw, enjoying the feeling of her walls gripping your shaft in an attempt to hold it in. Gazing down, you take in the sight of the crimson stain covering your member and commit it to memory before slamming back in. You set a modestly fast pace into the squirming figure beneath you, the athlete unable to gain enough leverage to do anything except take your thrusts.

 

“Harder! Faster!” She cried out, her hands tearing into the grass as she tried to brace herself as best she could. You comply as you begin pounding even harder into her tender flesh, drawing moan and scream from her throat but she still had enough energy to cry out again. “C'mon, Anon! Don't tell this is all you got!”

 

Incensed by her words, you plow down in her welcoming pussy with animal like fury. The wet and violent slaps of flesh against flesh echo throughout the night as the plant her further and further into the ground. Her arms and wings flail in an attempt to find purchase with which to return the favor even as her legs try to find purchase around your waist. The odd taunts she started with quickly gave way to wordless gasps and moans as she takes everything she can handle and more. She had already been primed by the extensive amount of teasing that you'd put her through and you can feel her instinctively seize up around your rock solid pole as her screams of pleasure echo throughout the neighborhood. The tightness was quickly pushing you to your own limit and you relished every second of it. Her screaming in mindless pleasure beneath you was the proverbial cherry on the sundae, her voice giving out almost words of pleasure.

 

Even if she had been cognizant enough to realize that you were on the edge yourself, there was very little she could do to protest you emptying your seed into her waiting womb.

 

Do you cum inside Rainbow Dash? Or splash your seed all over her body?

 

ACHIEVEMENT Sweet Cherry Pie +100 Drag00n Points

 

3, 6 or 9 decides

 

>cum in her pussy and have pregnant sex eventually

 

The answer was obvious as you continue to pound into the formally untouched pussy. With a few final thrusts into the climaxing woman, you buried yourself to the hilt into her clenching tunnel and release your cum into her with several long spurts. You remain buried inside Rainbow Dash as you ride out your own orgasm, ensuring the every single drop of your seed finds itself firmly planted into her fertile womb. Her tunnel seemed all to eager to suck up the fluid being offered up to it.

 

As it finally comes to an end, you slump over on top of Rainbow Dash and feel her arms instinctively wrap around you. You grip the back of her head and place a firm kiss upon her lips. She instinctively returned the kiss, even as a not-quite-there expression sat upon her face. As you laid there, your slowly softening member slipped from her tight tunnel as you can see intelligence slowly return to her eyes.

 

“Mmm... now that's the Anon I was waiting on...” She smiled, leaning up to place another kiss upon your lips. “I'm not sure what I was expecting... but... wow...”

 

Rainbow Dash seemed content for the moment, holding you close under Luna's full moon as it ascending thorough the night's sky. Some part of you wonders if you've impregnated her or not... or any of the other women you've had relations with tonight. You can't help but imagine Rainbow Dash with a full belly and a healthy glow about her... it was a hot image, you admit. There was no way of knowing if it would come true anytime soon, though.

 

Part of you wants to remain there at least a little longer, but some nagging part of you remembers your promise to check in with Twilight tonight... Pinkie might be upset if you don't and Dash said she had to pay her a visit tonight, too...

 

ACHIEVEMENT IWTCIRD +100 Drag00n Points

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>go to her

 

The part of you that wants to linger demanded that you just bury yourself into Rainbow Dash again and forget about Twilight for tonight. But part of you can imagine Pinkie looking disappointed in you as you try to explain why you left Twilight all alone tonight... suddenly you can imagine Pinkie in full 'Broken Pinkie Promise' mode and ready to do terrible, terrible damage to you.

 

You look down at Rainbow Dash and she seems to realize that it's time to move on, too. She held you tightly as a momentary attempt as resistance to the idea before finally relinquishing her grip to allow you to rise to your feet. As you do so, you pull your pants back up to tuck away your soldier and you spot Rainbow Dash pull down her sports bra. Seeing some blades of grass still stuck to her shoulders, you reach over and brush off the proof of your union.

 

“Heh... I'm surprised I was able to get up after that... we'll have to try that again sometime.” Dash smirked a bit as she rubbed her shoulders. She collected her jogging pants and after a moment of thought, pressed her boyshorts into your hand. “Here, take this... a little memento...”

 

Her underwear smelled heavily of her arousal which still permeated the fabric. You take a little whiff of it before stashing them into your pocket before picking the basket of baked goods again. Looking back at Dash, you can see that she's already slipped on her jogging pants and is in the process of slipping on her jacket. Leaving it unzipped again, she turned back to you with a grin.

 

“Looking pretty Hot, Dash.”

 

“Don't you mean awesome?” The rainbow haired athlete grinned as you allow her to lock her arms around you.

 

“It doesn't have to be one or the other...” You smile as you feel the ground disappear beneath your feet as you both rise into the nights sky.

 

“Flatterer...” She whispered into your ear as you cut through the air, the tree top of Twilight's residence coming ever closer. You extend out your arms to feel the air passing over them like pseudo wings. Seeing you do this, Rainbow Dash playfully began doing barrel rolls and other aerial tricks that made your stomach feel like it was about to drop out of you. Almost as soon as you started, however, you find the ground appearing beneath your feet again. The legs you were standing upon almost gave way before you find yourself steadied by Dash.

 

“Holy shit...” You can't keep the grin off your face.

 

“Hey Mikey, I think he likes it...” Rainbow Dash ribbed you gently as you both walked the final few steps to the front door of the library.

 

You can see a light on in one of the few ground level windows of the library. Raising a hand to knock upon the front door, you swear you can hear something through the door before you rap your knuckles on the wood.

 

Do you try to listen at the door or just knock to get the attention of whoever is in there?

 

1, 5 or 9 decides

 

>wait

 

You freeze in place as your hand was inches away from issuing the first announcement of your presence. Straining your ears for a moment, you believe you can hear a low moan issue from the other side of the door. Blinking once, you realize that Rainbow Dash had joined you at the door and was drawing a similar conclusion to the one you had.

 

“Let's give her a moment...” You quietly suggest, gaining a nod of agreement from your companion. Sitting down on the front step of the entry way, you pat a spot next to you.

 

Rainbow Dash wasn't having any of it as she sat down between your legs, leaning back against your chest with a sigh. Wrapping your arms around her, you rest your head against hers and the two of you just listen to the sounds of the Ponyville night together. The sound of summer cicadas mixed with the odd moan and cry of pleasure echoing through the night, creating a surreal mixture of sounds. At this point, you weren't particularly bothered by it as you enjoy the warm sensation of Dash relaxing against your chest.

 

“...will anything be the same again...?” Dash wondered aloud after a particularly loud cry of passion in the distance.

 

“I don't know...” You admit, “I think... a lot of people are going to try to pretend everything is back to normal...”

 

“Yeah... but I think the concept of the 'couple' is going down the drain for at least a few years.” She must have sensed your questioning gaze because she continued after a moment. “I've seen a lot of trios from the skies, even when they didn't seem to be under the Heat.”

 

“Well... Ponyville doesn't have a very good male to female ratio...” You find yourself thinking aloud. “And this Heat, whatever it is, is kind of forcing the issue.”

 

“Yeah... it's either learn to share or embrace lesbianism. Or both.” Dash grinned back at you, before a muffled cry escaped from the library door. Both of you look back, before meeting each others gaze. “Sounds like she's finished... for now.”

 

Waiting a little while longer, you finally rouse yourself from your seated position and stand poised at the door. As you begin to sense movement within, you strike your knuckles against the door in a series of regular knocks.

 

“W-who is it?” Twilight's voice came from the other side of the door, sounding uncertain about who had appeared before it.

 

“Hey Twilight! It's me and Anon!” Rainbow Dash called out as she stared down the door.

 

“Just a moment!” You hear movement on the other side of the door, of things being moved around and put back in place. Finally you hear the door being unlocked and unlatched as it swings open.

 

“Come in, guys.” Twilight waved you in quickly and you find the door being relocked behind you. You take a moment to examine Twilight and find that she's wearing a nice dress shirt and a knee length purple skirt. As she turns back to you, you notice that she still has a flushed face but her eyes didn't seem to show any sign of the Heat in their violet depths.

 

Despite some incense burning in the room, you can still make out the distinct scent of arousal lingering from Twilight's previous activities. A white board had been brought down and you can see dozens of note and observations filling it from top to bottom, while every flat surface available was covered in books.

 

“Hey Dash, Anon! What brings you here?” Twilight asked, after making sure the door was secure.

 

“Well, Pinkie was becoming a little worried about how long you've been locked up in here so she sent me with a gift basket.” Bringing out the basket, you offer it to Twilight who accepts it with a smile.

 

“That's so sweet of her... but she doesn't need to...” A loud growl escaped Twilight's stomach, interrupting her words. She sheepishly pulled a muffin out of the basket and takes a large bite from it. “Maybe she has a point...”

 

Your little group had a small bout of laughter together as Twilight gobbled down the muffin. Finishing the baked treat, Twilight tossed the empty paper cup away before regarding both of you curiously. She noted a couple things down in a nearby notebook before Rainbow Dash got her attention.

 

“Hey, Twilight... it's not working anymore, is it?” Dash asked, with a serious look on her face. “Doing it by ourselves, I mean... you were at it for quite some time before we showed up, weren't you?”

 

“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight exclaimed, her face beet red as she turned back at forth between the two of you. The athlete was giving her an even look, refusing to budge until she got an answer. “...fine. Yes, I was at... IT for a long time. I'm facing diminishing returns on how effective self-stimulation is and it's starting to affect my ability to research the Heat.”

 

“Anon... you probably don't know, but we figure at first that just rubbing one off once in a while would be enough to stall this disease long enough for someone to figure out how to cure it.” Rainbow Dash explained to you. “Thing is... it's taking longer and longer for us to get relief from doing so.”

 

“...it's not a disease.” Twilight stated. “It's a spell.”

 

“Excuse me but... huh?” Dash queried.

 

“A spell... one that acts like a disease. Otherwise the Quarantine wouldn't have been as effective as it's being. The exact mechanics behind this magic matrix are something I'm still trying to tease out.” Twilight explained. “I'm not sure who's responsible for this or why... and my own infection isn't helping either.”

 

“Twilight... no offense, but maybe it's time to find someone to help you with that. Maybe not me or Anon... but someone.” Rainbow Dash suggested. “It's a LOT more effective than just fingering yourself. I've seen it happen.”

 

“...I know. I'm just not ready to be considering that an option yet.”

 

“Twilight... I'm saying this as your friend.” Dash stepped forward and grasped Twilight's hands in hers. “Don't let the Heat decide who your first time is going to be with.”

 

“... yeah, I'll think about it...” Twilight said noncommittally. Dash gave Twilight an exasperated look before the bookworm continued. “But I'm also worried that the diminishing returns might apply to this as well... it's hard to tell at this point.”

 

“So far, I haven't hit anything like that...” You speak up, getting a curious look from Twilight. “I haven't really experienced the burning that Pinkie described to me, either... I guess I haven't been without long enough to experience it.”

 

“You haven't...?” Twilight walked up to you and began curiously looking at you closer. “Anon... do you mind if I magically examine you? If nothing else, I need more samples to continue my research on the Heat.”

 

What do?

 

2, 5 or 0 decides

 

>let her

 

You'd always been slightly unnerved by the use of magic, despite it's relatively common place use all over the world. Hesitatingly, you nod your assent to the examination and Twilight guided you to a chair where she had you sit down.

 

“Just relax... you shouldn't feel a thing...” Twilight reassured you with a smile. The tell tale of glow of magic appeared in Twilight's eyes as she brought two glowing fingers up to your forehead. Like a soft touch, the magic penetrated into your forehead in the 'third eye' position. Slowly she began moving her magical touch down your face and then your body. Her hand came to a stop just over your groin before the glow vanished from her fingers and they withdrew.

 

“So...?” You start to ask, before Twilight hushes you. She levitates over one of the notebooks and begins scribbling down a series of notes. She relights her fingers and experimentally returns to a few points on your torso before resuming her writing. Suddenly, her note taking slowed to a halt as she suddenly teleports over to the whiteboard. Wiping away a segment of the board, she began writing a series of confusing looking formulas.

 

“Twilight?” Dash asked, as she stared in confusion at the terms and numbers being written down.

 

“It has multiple stages...” Twilight stopped to look at what she had written. “And Anonymous ISN'T experiencing the later stages. Specifically that infection stage.”

 

“Wait, he's not infected?” Rainbow Dash asked, “How is that possible? He's been knocking boots with a lot of infected people... does this mean he isn't being effected by the Heat at all?”

 

“He is, but not in the same way we are.” Twilight explained. “I now believe that this spell functions in at least two distinct stages. One being an 'Attract' mode of sorts... causing people to experience the Heat symptoms. I think this stage also causing people to become more susceptible to the advances of someone exhibiting Heat symptoms. This is what Anon may be experiencing, according to my readings... but the most curious part is the other stage.”

 

“The actual infection stage?” The query came naturally from your lips.

 

“Yes... even casual contact can begin this stage regardless of sexual contact but... you don't actually seem to be experiencing it. I believe that the spell is failing to anchor itself to you in some fashion.” Twilight levitated over a book and immediately cracked it open. “Could it be because of the way your magical core is set up?”

 

“No clue...” This talk of magical cores have always been Greek to you. “Do you need to take any more readings?”

 

“Not right now... I've already gotten all the information I can get from a casual examination. I'd need to set up more equipment before I could get any more detailed information from you...” Twilight was already engrossed in comparing her notes with what she was seeing in her book. “Tomorrow morning at the earliest. I need to know what to look for before I can know what to set up... Spi-!”

 

Twilight suddenly stopped herself as she began to call for her assistant. She looked kind of crestfallen and you realize that you haven't seen the little dragon since you arrived. Rainbow Dash gave Twilight a comforting touch on the back as the student shrank a little.

 

“I had him go to the shelter when I realized what was going on...” Twilight answered your question before you could even ask. “With the damage he did when he first experienced greed, I couldn't risk what could happen if he was forcefully introduced to sexual desire.”

 

Twilight remained silent for a moment, before she looked at you then Rainbow Dash. She then spoke again in a quiet voice. “If you don't mind... could you stay the night...?”

 

3, 5 or 8 decides

 

>start to leave but she pulls you back in and begs you to stay.

>accept after that

 

“... I'm sorry...” You find yourself edging for yourself toward the door, entirely aware of what would like happen if you stayed. And it would get harder to leave the longer you stayed. “But I can't risk staying here... not while...”

 

“But...!” Twilight began, rushing over to you and grabbing a hold of your arm. You can feel her hand trembling a little as she held onto your wrist.

 

“Anon... I know why you think this is best...” Rainbow Dash grasped your shoulder, her eyes understanding but concerned. “But she needs us right now...”

 

“Dash... this isn't like with Fluttershy. Twilight is one of the most amazing, most powerful mages in town.” You explain, staring at the door. “If she had a sudden attack of the Heat, there would be very little I could do to stop her... and I don't want her first time to be like that.”

 

“Anon... thank you, but it's alright.” Twilight tried to sound reassuring. “I've never lost control like some people have. And I doubt I'd have the concentration to force you to do anything if I did.”

 

“Twilight... I don't even want to risk it...” You try to stiffen your resolve, but every time you meet Twilight's pleading eyes you can feel it waver.

 

“Don't even worry about it Anon! Worse comes to worse, I can keep her from doing anything she'll regret.” Rainbow Dash sounded more confident in her reassurances.

 

You spend a moment trying to find someway of wiggling out of this bad idea, but most of the ideas you had were already tried or unlikely to work. The final vestiges of resolved were crushed when Twilight clung close to your arm and said a single word.

 

“Please...”

 

“Alright...” Your shoulders slump in defeat, even as Twilight hugged your arm. Rainbow Dash claimed your other arm as she began guiding you back to the library's central table.

 

“Thank you, Anon...” Twilight had to clear her throat of something that had built up within it. She glanced down at the various checklists and books that covered the table and than the stairs leading up to the sleeping areas. “Do you want to help me begin to set up for this research? Or do you want me to set up the guest bed for you?”

 

3, 5 or 0 decides

 

>fuck her gently

 

“I'll lend a hand, Twilight.” You volunteer, if only to ensure you remain aware of your surroundings as long as possible. It didn't take too long for her to take charge and have you digging your way through the library's collection of ancient and not so ancient tomes. Half of the things she had you looking for went right over your head, so you spend most of your time finding and bookmarking sections you think are relevant and leave them for Twilight to make the judgment call. Rainbow Dash tried to lend a hand, but quickly found herself bored with the dry subject matter and found herself curled up with the latest Daring Do novel instead.

 

After about an hour of working into the night, you notice Twilight stealing glances at you ever so often. You try to avoid letting on that you've noticed her interest in you, but are caught in your game of eye ball hockey on the third or forth pass. Her face flushed as she suddenly buried her face in the book in front of her.

 

“Rainbow Dash...can you, uh... help me with something?” Twilight suddenly called out to her friend after an awkward moment of silence.

 

“Sure thing...” Dash could barely get out before she found herself dragged out of the room. You blink as you stare at the door they just passed through, the book you had just been sorting through forgotten in your hands. You can hear the voices of the duo muffled through the door but you can't make out what was being said no matter how much you strain your ears. After a while, the voices become silent before the door creaks open permitting an exceptionally nervous looking Twilight to exit followed by Rainbow Dash.

 

“So... Anon... how are you doing?” Twilight nervously stuttered out, Dash giving an exasperated look at her from behind. The athlete stepped forward to rub her friends back reassuringly.

 

“I'm pretty good right now... but what about you...?” You stand up from your seated position and take a solid stretch, briefly noticing Twilight's tracing up and down your form as you do so.

 

“I'm... good... but, I have to ask you something...” Twilight was trembling a little as she tried to force the words past her lips. “Do you... do you think I'm pretty?”

 

Rainbow Dash sends you a certain look and you reach an agreement with your eyes. You say nothing at first, instead choosing to close the gap between you and the Princess' student. Grasping her chin, you place a soft kiss upon her lips. Waiting only for her to begin returning the kiss, you deepen the kiss as you can feel her melt under your affection. As you break the kiss, she has to lean back on Rainbow Dash as her legs gain the consistency of jello.

 

“Yes, I do.” You give her your best winning smile and you can't help but notice the shy smile on her face. Rainbow Dash embraces Twilight from behind while nuzzling into her shoulder.

 

“I told you there was nothing to worry about, Twi... you're hot!” Rainbow Dash allowed her hands to wander for a moment, causing a low moan to escape from the studious girl. Dash whispered something into Twilight's ear before releasing her and the mage took a few unsteady steps toward you.

 

“Anonymous... the great mystery that I couldn't solve... the one who drove me to distraction.” Twilight wrapped her arms around your shoulders and drew you close. The next words were whispered into your ear. “I choose... you.”

 

Rainbow Dash was grinning at your embracing forms, even as you feel Twilight trembling in your grip. She wiggled herself loose just enough to meet your eyes.

 

“Do you... do you mind if Rainbow Dash stays while we do... it...?” Twilight asked. “As a... coach, of sorts. I want this... but I can't stop feeling nervous...”

 

“I could be more than a coach... a lot more.” Dash gave Twilight a reassuring touch on the back, before it slid down in a more sultry manner. “But... as far as I'm concerned, this is about Twilight and her comfort and pleasure will be my focus... I'll make it up to you later.”

 

Rainbow Dash gave you a sultry grin even as Twilight looked conflicted, but maybe a little aroused at the possibility. She looked to you and seemed willing to go with whatever you decided on.

 

2, 7 or 9 decides

 

>tell RD to leave you alone for this one

 

“Twilight... she's right. This is about what you are comfortable with...” You say, stroking her cheek gently. “Say the word and I will gladly have her be a part of this... but are you really comfortable with it?”

 

Twilight paused as she considered your words and you feel her shift in your arms. She looked apologetic as she began to turn back to look at Rainbow Dash but the athlete speaks before she had a chance to.

 

“Don't worry about it Twilight... I can take a rain check on it. You deserve to have this be however you want this to be.” Rainbow Dash reassured Twilight, releasing her groping hands from her friends body. “And I trust him with you... he's not half bad.”

 

“Thank you...” Twilight smiled at Dash, before she gave a slight squeal as she found herself suddenly scooped up in your arms. The athlete gave an encouraging whoop as you began carrying Twilight in the bridal style up to her sleeping area.

 

---

 

Twilight found herself gently laid upon her bed, staring up with a flushed face as you towered over her protectively. She seemed unsure of what she should be doing at this point and her eyes darted nervously toward one of her bookshelves. You sit down at the foot of her bed and slowly remove one shoe, then the other from her feet. Taking a moment, you rub her cloth covered foot and watch as she begins to relax. Stripping off her socks, you spend a little more time massaging the tension out of her. Once you've judged enough of the nervousness had departed from her body, you climb up further onto the bed until you are staring down at her blushing face. Leaning down, you plant a probing kiss upon her lips that she began shyly returning after a moment. Your more experienced tongue twirled and danced around her clumsier attempt to return the favor.

 

Breaking the kiss, you begin trailing your mouth down the side of her neck to the collar of her dress shirt where they lingered. As you kissed and suckled on the side of her neck, you began unbuttoning the shirt to reveal her practical cotton bra. Her hands fumbled with the remaining buttons as you begin trailing your kisses down into her cleavage and buried your face into the exposed portion of her breasts. Slipping your hands under her back, you unclasp her bra. She obligingly sat up to remove her shirt even as you removed her bra. Holding her close, you suckle at her breast as she moaned at the sensation of your lips around her nipples. Her fingers ran through your hair as she pressed your head further into the cleavage and your hand drifted down to begin pulling her skirt up toward her waist. You run your fingers up and down her panty covered womanhood, feeling the moistness just beginning to soak through the fabric. Hooking a finger into the waistband of the underwear, you pull them down over her nicely shaped hips and her long legs.

 

Placing yourself between her legs, you spread them even further to allow you to gaze directly at Twilight's secret place. She can't meet your eyes as she writhes a little under your gaze, even though the glint of lubrication betrayed her arousal.

 

“Do you have to stare so much...?” She shyly asked, before looking at you. “There's... nothing wrong with it... right?”

 

“No... it's just like the rest of you... Beautiful.” You replied, stroking your fingers up and down her slit. You gently probe the entrance of her warm tunnel, gathering the proof of her arousal on your finger. Bringing it up to your lips, you slowly taste her flavor before reaching down to grasp your member. “Are you ready?”

 

“I'm not sure why I ever hesitated...” Twilight sighed with a smile before looking up at you. “...I know I'm not your first... probably not your last either... but that doesn't matter to me right now. What matters is that right now, you are with me... now take me!”

 

You smile down at her as you line your member up with her moistened hole. Pressing the head of your manhood into it, you pause as you feel it come into contact with her maidenhead. Meeting her eyes, she gives you a slight nod and with a solid thrust you burst through the membrane protecting her inner region. She gave a wince and a low moan as her body tensed up at the sudden intrusion. Waiting for her to be ready, you let your member stay where it was was you cuddled her close and reassuringly. Slowly, you feel her begin to relax in your embrace as the sudden shock of losing her virginity faded.

 

“Are you alright?” You whisper into her ear, and you can hear her give a small affirmation as she pulled you close. Slowly you slide the remainder of your member into her tunnel and with a final grunt you bottom out in her formerly virgin hole. Her hand grips the back of your head as she leaned up to kiss you firmly on the lips.

 

The long series of kisses continued as you begin slowly sliding back until the tip of your member remained within her. With a solid thrust, you bury yourself back in before setting a slow and steady pace of pumping into the soft form of Twilight Sparkle. She moaned in pleasure beneath you as begin increasing the speed of your thrusts in order to draw even further cries of passion from her lips. Her fingernails dug into your back as her legs found themselves instinctively wrapping around you. Every instance she wasn't giving a cry of passion, she was mashing her lips against yours in desperate, needy kisses. Her tightness was like heaven around your cock as you could feel your seed begin to boil up from your sack. She tightened around your member as she gave a final, passionate scream as her climax rushed over her like a tsunami. She clung tightly to you as your seed rushed into her womb as you give a guttural roar of triumph.

 

After the waves passed, you slump forward atop Twilight who had an expression of bliss as you slid off. She cuddled up to your side and you held her close to yourself. As you begin to doze off, you can hear Twilight whisper in your ear.

 

“I love you, Anon... even if that means... I have to share...”

 

---

 

Waking up, you notice the beginnings of the morning light begin to enter the room through the window. Twilight was still snoozing gently at your side, her arm flung over you and a thin line of drool escaping her mouth onto the pillow. The slightest movement from you seemed to make her want to draw you in further.

 

Staring up at the ceiling, you take stock of what needed to be done today. Pinkie wanted you to check in on Applejack today and would probably want you to check back with her afterward. You idly wonder if Fluttershy was still hanging around the bakery or not. Part of you remembers Vinyl and Octavia and wonder if you should drop in, if only to ensure they were still okay.

 

But before all of that, you would have to decide how best to wake up Twilight or otherwise get out of bed.

 

1, 4 or 0 decides.

 

>make her breakfast

 

Slowly, you barely slide yourself out of Twilight's grasp and out of the bed. Deciding that you were going to surprise her with breakfast in bed, you lean down and kiss her on the head. She smiles a little in her sleep at the contact and you quietly make your way downstairs to the main floor. If memory served, a small section of the library had been converted into a small kitchen when Twilight took up residence.

 

As you enter the first floor, you notice that Rainbow Dash had dozed off on one of the more comfortable chairs on offer. Not that her positioning had been very comfortable looking, with limbs splayed haphazardly over the arms of the chair. At some point, she had ditched her jacket and slept in her bra and pants. The only likely reason for her to not ditch the track pants was the fact that you currently held her boyshorts in your pocket.

 

You idly wonder if you should wake her or just move on to make breakfast for the three of you. She'd likely wake up when she smelt the food anyway.

 

3, 7 or 9

 

>shake her on her shoulder to wake her up then go upstairs

 

Staring at the incredibly uncomfortable way that Dash had fallen asleep in, you decide to spare her an even worse bout of soreness by shaking her gently awake. After the first few gentle shakes, you find yourself having to shake her a bit harder before she blearily forced open her eyes.

 

“Morning, Anon!” Rainbow Dash rubbed the crust from her eyes, then smirked up at you. “Have fun last night? Is she walking funny?”

 

“Ask me later, she's still sleeping like an angel.” You respond, before gesturing toward the kitchen. “I'm going to fix her some breakfast, do you want some?”

 

“Fuck yeah...I'm starvin'.” Rainbow Dash hopped up to her feet before the sudden sound of distant thunder echoed from the distance. A look of confusion crossed her face as she rushed over to a window to gaze outside. Following behind, you notice a dark, threatening cloud bank moving in from the direction of the Everfree Forest. As it approached, it slowly blotted out the first rays of the morning. “Damn... already?!”

 

“What's wrong? An unscheduled storm?”

 

“Yeah... rolling in from the Everfree. A large scale storm coming from there is pretty rare and we'd normally be able to catch and parcel them out before they actually got close to town.” She looked concerned at the size of the storm coming. “I gotta grab what's left of the Weather Patrol and see about clearing it up. Nobody's in a position to deal with the flooding that a storm like that can cause. If I gotta do it myself, it'll take all day and we'd still have showers to deal with.”

 

“Right now?” You ask, grabbing a muffin from the gift basket and offering it to Rainbow Dash.

 

“Yeah... unfortunately, even for someone as awesome as I am, this is going to take a while.” Rainbow Dash took the offered muffin and almost began to turn to leave. She paused to approach you and she stood up on her toes to plant a quick kiss upon your lips and a slight blush on her own. “Don't worry though, I can totally handle it. I'll see you later, Anon!”

 

“Later, Dash.” You barely got out before she was out the door, her wings slicing through the air. Closing the door behind her, you idly wander back upstairs and as you stare at the door to the sleeping area you wonder...

 

Why DID you just head upstairs?

 

Perhaps you should resume making breakfast for the two of you? Or just peak to see if Twilight's up?

 

2, 6 or 8 decides

 

>begim cooking

 

Shrugging at the odd action you took, you head back downstairs and to the tiny kitchen that had been set up at the back of the library. The fridge was sparsely stocked, but you manage to scrounge up enough for a fairly appetizing meal. You look at the eggs on the plate and an idle thought pondered if this meal would've been completely inappropriate in another universe. You shrug off this really odd thought and begin to gather the meal onto a single tray when you hear the door open to permit the robed Twilight to enter.

 

“Oh, you shouldn't have...” Twilight beamed as she sees the meal you've provided for her. She took a seat at the table and you set the bed tray on the table in front of her before settling in on the other side of the table.

 

“You woke up too soon... I was planning to serve you this in bed.” You pick up your fork as you share the meal.

 

“That's fine... I would've worried about making a mess anyway.” She smiled as she dug in. She glanced around briefly as if to confirm that there were only two settings at the table. “Did Rainbow Dash leave?”

 

“Yeah, she said that a storm was coming in from the Everfree. She's trying to get enough pegasi together to head it off.” You explain, before a certain silence fell over the table and you feel a little uncomfortable. If she shared this feeling, she certainly wasn't showing it. “I'm sorry...”

 

“For what?” She seemed honestly confused.

 

“I'm sure that wasn't how you originally wanted to have your first time go...” You find yourself silenced by a finger pressed against your lips.

 

“Don't be... I'm not sorry it happened that way. It was with you...” She gently smiled at you, toying with her food a little. “...I wonder if I would've ever worked up the nerve to do it if it weren't for this spell.”

 

“Mark it up as one of the better things to come out of this mess.” Smiling back, you responded to her.

 

“Yes... still, it's best we find a way to end this before too long. I'll need you to...” Twilight paused as something occurred to her. She looked a little concerned before she relaxed. “I'll need you to be here tonight so I can run those tests. I completely forgot about setting up the machines last night...”

 

“I'd like to think I played a part in that.” The two of you share a laugh before you ask another question. “Do you need me to help you with it?”

 

“No... thanks for asking, though.” Twilight raised her hand and counted a mental checklist off on her fingers. “We already have all the information we need to set up the tests... and the instruments I'll be using are incredibly delicate... no offense.”

 

“None taken.” You can't help but remember a small 'butterfingers' incident during her initial study on you. Twilight had been so upset with you afterward. “Do you need me to stick around for anything? Or should I just be sure to come back tonight?”

 

“No... I don't really need you for anything... besides company, of course.” Twilight nodded, then made a query. “Did you need to be someplace else this morning?”

 

“Well... aside from ensuring that you were eating...” Twilight couldn't help but give a little blushing pout at your words. “Pinkie wanted me to check in on Applejack this morning. We both know Applejack can handle almost anything but she was still worried. But now that the storm is coming in... I'm a bit worried myself. If it gets past Rainbow Dash, it'll hit Sweet Apple Acres first and I don't know if she's alone or not. Or if she's even there...”

 

“Applejack can handle a lot of things... but you're right. She might bite off more than she can chew if she's alone... she's probably fine... but I worry too. I'm glad you're going to be checking on her...” Twilight responded, before giving a shy blush. “And... if she needs help with... whatever she may need help with... can you assist her?”

 

3, 5 or 9 decides

 

>go to AJ

>on your way you get unwillingly raped by gilda

 

“You aren't bothered by the possibility that we could...” You begin but you find another finger press against your lips.

 

“That you two could do... it? I know I should be... but for some reason, I'm not.” Twilight helped you bring the dishes over to the sink. “I know that I'm not your first... nor your last. But... I'm kind of glad that last night was between just the two of us.”

 

“It was my pleasure...” You pause to adjust your clothing to make sure you were half way presentable before you left.

 

“Our pleasure...” Twilight lead you to the front door, before planting a swift kiss upon your lips. Her face was flushed as she hurriedly said goodbye before descending to her lab area. You reach up and touch your lips with a smile before leaving, making sure to latch the door behind you.

 

---

 

Despite the dimming sky, you find yourself humming with a spring in your step as you head down the road heading toward the edge of town. As you duck through a shortcut, you find the light being blotted out by a figure darting down from the clouds. With a solid slam, you find yourself taken off your feet and slammed against a wall. As the stars clear themselves from your eyes, you find yourself face to face with an agitated looking Gilda.

 

Gilda was wearing her usual outfit of a heavy leather jacket over an obscure bands t-shirt and a pair of denim pants hugged her legs. She wasn't exceptionally top heavy, but she made up for it with near Apple family level thighs. Her ears were adorned with a myriad level of piercing and as her arms forces you up against the wall, you can feel that the decorative spikes on her bracelets had been sharpened after purchase. Her face, while usually home to a perpetual scowl, was glaring daggers at you beyond anything you'd seen before. A long silence followed as you stare back confused into her eyes.

 

“I saw you with Dash...” Gilda growled, with all the intent of of an angered predator.

 

“She said...” You were suddenly cut off as she shoved you harder against the wall.

 

“I know what she said!” She ground her teeth as she seethed for a moment. “What I want to know is what the FUCK she sees in a pip-squeak like you!”

 

With a thud, you find yourself unceremoniously dropped to the ground of the alleyway. As you try to rise, her boot forces you back down on your back and she spends a moment just grinding her heel into your shoulder.

 

“Don't touch Dashie again.” Came the order. You glare defiantly up at Gilda and she meets it with her own, locking for a long moment. She grinds her boot into your shoulder a little more but you refuse to recant your position. “Fine... you want to play this game? Meet my little friend here.”

 

Gilda pulled her pack from her back and pulled out a mean looking device. A metal cage in the shape of a limp dick, with straps and a lock for attaching to an unfortunate man. She shook it in front of your face threateningly before speaking again.

 

“I don't know what this is called... but we both know what it's used for. Now here's how this is going to go down... I'm going to take my time doing whatever the fuck I want with you. Judging to see if your worthy of my time, much less hers. If you can satisfy me, I'll let you go to fuck whatever whore you were on your way to see.” She stared down at you, before threatening you with the device again. “If you don't, this goes on you until I see fit to take it off... probably long after it's destroyed your ability to get it up. Do you understand?”

 

You continue to glare up at her, but are forced to nod in the affirmative after a vicious amount of pressure was applied to your shoulder. Seemingly satisfied by this she steps off of you and reaches down to undo the laces of her boots before kicking them off. In incredibly ungraceful style, her jeans and her panties follow before she looms over your head. You stare up at her shaved mound, the little light there was glinting off of her clit piercing. Without warning or preamble, she dropped her dry nether lips onto your face and roughly ground your head against the hard ground.

 

“What are you waiting for?! I know you know what to do here!” Gilda growled down at you, as she grabbed a hold of your hair. “Unless you want to change your mind about Dashie?”

 

As her musky crotch ground into your face, part of you just wanted to do the bare minimum to get the angry woman off your face. The part of you that fear her little toy however, knew you had to at least try to satisfy her to the best of your ability. A more thrill seeking part of you wanted the dangerous path of trying to regain a little control by bringing her to the brink and denying her.

 

What do?

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>make her moan

>whip out you best can of carpet licking

 

Partly out of desire to protect your little friend from the threatening looking iron cage and partly because it's second nature, you bury your face into her waiting tunnel with a gusto. You can feel her tense up a little as your tongue makes it's first transit from the back of her slit to the stud piercing her button. Her fingers loosen for a moment as you begin to lap at her slowly moistening tunnel. Suddenly, you can feel her seize your hair again as she snaps back from her slightly relaxing state.

 

“Do you think that's enough to please me?! I've had virgins that could do better than that!” She gave a angry sounding growl, but you swear you can hear a waver in her voice. Without needing her verbal encouragements, you bury your tongue as deep into her tunnel as you could. The increasing level of juice emanating from her lower lips bore testament to what her upper lips were refusing to acknowledge.

 

“That's the best you-” Her taunt gave way to a long moan as you sucked on her piercing, drawing in her clit. You can feel her grip on your hair relax again as she ground her hips on your face. Her next words didn't seem to carry the weight the previous ones did. “Don't be proud, Dashie would've had me moaning like a whore hours ago...!”

 

Paying no heed to her unsteady words, you focus all of your attention on exploring the inner reaches of her woman hood. She grew uncharacteristically silent as you can feel her writhing atop your face and as you hear a stifle moan, you realize that she was biting the leather of her jacket to hide her pleasure. Her trembling betrayed her as you trace your tongue around the inside of her womanhood and you can feel her begin to clench up around it. A flood of her feminine fluids gush into your mouth as she is forced to issue to a wordless scream of pleasure. After a few moments of ecstasy, you can feel her slump down on your face as she slowly returns to reality.

 

“...passable.” Gilda's voice sounded unsteady as she lifted herself off of your face. She refused to meet your eyes as spoke again. “Not as good as Dashie... but alright...”

 

“I'll take that as a complement.” You mutter, finally free to rub your abused shoulder.

 

“As well you should, I don't hand them out lightly. Now let's see what you're packing.” She moved down to undo the fastener of your pants, pulling them open just enough to free your hard member. “Someone enjoyed that... but I've seen toys bigger! Do you really think this'll be enough?”

 

“Only one way to find out...” You tried to sound confident as Gilda spent a moment examining your member, almost uncertainly. “Is something the matter?”

 

“You wish! This is nothing for me!” Gilda growled a little, swinging herself into position over your member. Reaching down, she roughly grasped your member and guided it to her ready tunnel and with a low moan, she allowed it to slip into her folds. She slowly sunk down on it until finally groin met groin. She gave a snort completely at odds with the slight flush on her face. “Yeah... nothing special... you're going to have to bring your best if you want to keep using this.”

 

Gilda seemed to be enjoying this more than she wanted to admit... you don't have a lot of leverage in your current position. You could just let her enjoy herself at her own pace, or try to set the pace as best you can. Bringing her to the point of climax and than denying her could allow you to regain a certain amount of power in this situation, but it was incredibly risky if it ruined her good mood.

 

1, 7 or 9 decides

 

>do it (assuming this means to denial option)

 

You reach up and grab a hold of her hips and you can feel her glare down at you.

 

“Who said you could do that?!” Gilda challenged you as she gripped your wrists tightly.

 

“You wanted the full package, right?” You return the challenge with a grin. “Unless you think you can't handle it?”

 

“You wish!” She snorted, releasing her grip on your hands. She began to raise herself up your member, but you counter this motion by thrusting up as she tried to escape. She glared at you and you return the look, before both of you try to seize the initiative. Both of you tried to set the pace of your union, resulting in the appearance of two over eager beasts mindlessly rutting against each other.

 

Gilda's taunts and threats had dropped off as she tried desperately not to vocalize her moans. Your drift your hands up from their place on her hips to slip under her t-shirt. Finding no bra underneath, you begin to massage her tits. Toying with the piercings you found embedded in her nipples, you continue to thrust up into the welcoming tunnel even as her own movements slowly started to become erratic. Feeling confident that you've gained control of the situation, you take your time to enjoy the wide hipped figure writhing atop you. Gilda slowly lost control of her voice as her moans began to echo throughout the alley, her normally scowling face twisted into an expression of ecstasy. In a moment of lucidity, she noticed you staring at her pleasure tainted face.

 

“Don't look!” She demanded, leaning forward to cover your eyes with one of her hands. Your hidden vision did nothing to dissuade you from continuing to manhandle her now closer cleavage. Her hot breath passed by your face as she mindlessly rutted herself against your thrusting member. The fact that the time of her climax was close at hand was no great secret as you moved your hands back to her hips in preparation. Finding yourself close, you have to fight the urge to let yourself go as she almost reaches her brink. Solidly grabbing her hips, you stop her just at the final backstroke and keep her from burying your cock into her the last time needed to drive her over the edge.

 

“NO! Keep going!” She screamed into your ear, trying to break free of your grip long enough to finish. You can feel her wiggle in your grasp as her tunnel gripped desperately at the head of your shaft. “What are you doing you faggot?! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

 

“Do... you want it...?” You grunt out, struggling to keep a hold on her. “How badly?”

 

“I want it, you fucking bastard! More than I fucking thought!” Gilda wriggled and writhed in your grasp, trying to drop her hips one last time. “I want it! Please, fuck me! I don't care about shit, just let me cum!”

 

You grin and thrust yourself into her again, enjoying the scream of pleasure echoing from the tough woman's mouth. Holding her close, you begin pistoning in and out of her as fast as you can with each bottoming out being punctuated by a gasp or moan from her mouth. And yet she kept her hand firmly over your eyes, seemingly unwilling to let you have the sight of her face. Her tight tunnel releases a gush of fluids as it grips your member and she gives a final scream of climax. It welcoming womb was rewarded by several spurts of your seed as you give on final thrust into orgasming woman.

 

As she writhed in the throes of passion, you can feel her press her lips desperately against yours as her pierced tongue wrestled with yours. Deep and passionate, it felt like she was trying to claim your mouth as her own even as you tried to seize her own. As she came down from her heights, the slumped forward onto your body finally releasing your eyes. Looking at her, you notice she was once again refusing to meet your eyes, but the flush on her face was obvious.

 

“Don't think that meant anything...” Gilda began, a little contrary to her expression. “But maybe you are good enough for Dashie... and maybe... if I'm bored, I'll see you again. Maybe.”

 

“Anytime...” You kiss her on the head but she defiantly turned away, not willing to see her blushing face. She muttered something under her breath, barely audible. “What was that?”

 

“Are you deaf, you dweeb?” Gilda muttered, entirely aware that she hadn't spoken loud enough. “I said... I'm sorry I threatened you with that thing.”

 

“As long as it doesn't happen again, it's water under the bridge as far as I care.” You say as you can feel her lift herself off of you. She reaches down and helped you to your feet, laughing a little as you wince as your shoulder stung a little.

 

“Man up a little, I didn't even stomp you that hard...” She chortled a little as she adjusted her shirt back over her torso. Seeing your annoyed look, she teasingly kissed the area she had stomped. “There, all better!”

 

“Funny...” You reply, before suddenly feeling Gilda shove something into your hand. Looking at it, you realize that she'd just passed you her panties.

 

“Do me a favor? Keep 'em with Dashie's.” Gilda requested as she shook her pants clean. Looking back at you, she paused for a second. “I don't normally do this... but do you need a lift?”

 

2, 5 or 8 decides

 

>accept

 

“Sure... I need to head to Sweet Apple Acres.”  You respond, stuffing Gilda's panties into the same pocket that you had stuffed Rainbow Dash's.

 

“Not visiting anyone cool then?” Gilda snarked a little as she pulled her jeans over her shapely thighs. “Fine, just don't expect me to hang around. Arms up.”

 

You oblige her and you feel her arms wrap around your torso snugly. With nary a word, you find yourself being easily lifted up into the air. Instead of ascending into the heavy cloud cover of the oncoming storm, Gilda instead opted to fly closer to the ground. She darted in and out of the buildings at an incredible speed and you feel your heart threaten to stop every time she comes within reaching distance of a building. Slowly, then buildings slowly gave way to smaller houses and finally fields. As the trees of Applejack's farm came into sight, you swear you can see a slightly translucent barrier even further in the distance.

 

“The express line to snooze-ville has arrived, to all sides you'll notice trees, trees and more trees. And, surprise! More trees!” Gilda announced, setting you down a little roughly. She took a look up at the encroaching storm and shook her head. As you glance up, you can see a small number of figures darting around it but they seemed overwhelmed. “It's not my forte... but I guess I'll see about lending Dash a hand.”

 

“I guess I'll see you later, then...” You pause as an awkward silence ensues, Gilda seemingly waiting for something. Stepping forward, you plant a kiss on her lips before she had a chance to react.

 

“Hey, watch it! I don't like that mushy stuff... later, dweeb!” Gilda wiped her mouth a little as she took to wing again. As she moved toward the cloud bank, though, you notice a small smile on her face.

 

Turning to the farm, you can see a couple areas that Applejack could be if she was here. The main house was a good starting place, but if she decided to do any work before the storm she likely wouldn't be in there. There were also a couple barns nearby that she could be working in. The most time consuming to search would likely be the vast orchards that were the farms namesake. You likely wouldn't be able to search them all before the seemingly inevitable rains came and she would likely head inside before then.

 

3, 7 or 9 decides

 

>go to the barn

 

If she was anywhere, you think she would be taking stock in the barns before the storm hit. You lightly jog your way over to the barns, you begin looking through them. The first one you check was securely shut and locked against intruders. The second was likely wise secured, and you begin to wonder if checking the house was the better choice when you hear something in the distance. Following the sound, you find yourself heading to an older, out of the way barn. You can feel the first drops of rain fall upon your shoulders as you approach it and you notice that the large doors were slightly ajar.

 

Slipping into the barn, you notice that this wasn't set up like the food or equipment barns. It seemed to be set up for livestock, but you can't recall the Apple family keeping any in recent memory. A series of moans echoed through the barn as well as the low sound of a machine running. As the head toward the back of the barn, you notice a pair of jeans and a shirt thrown over the side of a stall.

 

Stepping stealthily to a good vantage point, you see the source of the moans in the stall. Applejack was completely unaware of your presence, her tall, amazonian figure on all fours like a beast in the stall. Her bare ass was being presented to you unintentionally, a set of her calloused fingers thrusting in and out of her delicate folds. A milking machine was running next to her, it's design suggesting that it was originally designed with cattle in mind although it wasn't currently drawing any milk. Two of it's suction cups were clamped off in order for the other two to better get a hold of the teats that crowned her generous chest. Her most pleasing asset was the magnificent hips that captured your eyes as they swayed back and forth. The inside of her thighs betrayed how long she had been at it, completely slick with her feminine fluids and yet she kept going at it. Somehow unable to acquire relief even after the amount of time she'd spend masturbating.

 

“It's... it's not enough...” Applejack moaned, desperately fingering herself. “Twi... it ain't working...”

 

Despite not hiding yourself very well, it seemed like Applejack still hadn't taken notice of your presence.

 

What do?

 

1, 5 or 8 decides

 

>knock on the wood and ask if you can come in

 

Deciding against simply jumping in unannounced, you raise your hand to a wooden support and strike it loudly three times. Applejack slowly turned back to look at you with a nervous look, although her fingers were still working at her dripping womanhood almost without her direction. Her crimson tainted eyes met yours and you swear you can see the lust clouding her vision but also the exhaustion that was taking it's toll on her.

 

“Do you mind if I come in?” You try to ask as suavely as you can.

 

“Anon... ah...” Applejack tried to begin, but found herself forced to issue another moan. Her face sunk into the hay covering the floor as her entire body visibly tensed up. A cry of sheer lust echoed from her lips as another orgasm rushed over her, leaving another surge of lubricant to trail down her thighs. But almost as soon as it passed, her fingers found their way back into her passage. She slowly raised her head again to look back at you, her face flushed with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. “Anon... ah... yeah... get in 'ere... ah need you... Now.”

 

Applejack wiggled her ass in front of you enticingly, her quivering hole begging for anything to replace the fingers that had left it unsatisfied. A part of you wondered what her cider tasted like, while the other just wanted to get right to the action. A quiet whisper in the back of your head worried if she were a virgin, though...

 

2, 4 or 9 decides

 

>stick it in her ass

 

Settling into position behind her, you drop your pants and kneel behind her as you pump your shaft in preparation. Staring down at her welcoming hole, you can't help but feel you can't risk starting in only to stop when you hit a virgin barrier. Applejack was physically powerful enough that she'd be able to force the issue. Instead, you begin rubbing the surface of her honeypot and begin collecting generous amount of her lubrication on you fingers. Slowly you begin to cover your shaft with the juice until you feel you have enough to begin.

 

“Anon! What are yah waiting-” Applejack was cut off as you spread her ass cheeks and begin pressing the head of your shaft against her dark star. She issued a low moan as you slowly inch yourself into her waiting ass. “That's... that's dirty...”

 

Despite her words, she made no attempt to try to escape your probing into her ass. She instead seemed to be instinctively pressing herself back against you, eager to swallow your cock with her plentiful ass. She let out a long moan as you slide yourself entirely into the tight tunnel. Slowly you begin thrusting in and out, one of your hands snakes around to begin toying with her soaking womanhood. The other began to massage one of her tits, carefully avoiding the area where the suction cup was attached.

 

She let out another long moan at the sensations you were introducing to her. It may have been the surroundings, but it almost sounded like a cow mooing. You spot an old cowbell hanging on a loop of rope over the side of the stall... you wonder if you should encourage or tease her with it. Or just continue enjoying her ass as is.

 

1, 6 or 0 decides

 

>tie it to her neck as you use her like a fuck cow

>slap her ass repeatedly

 

“Heh... look at you, Applejack... trying to get yourself milked and mooing... all that strength and you wind up being just being a cow.” You release your grip to deliver a series of hard spanks to her ass, enjoying her tighten up with each strike. “Silly Applejack... I'm gonna have to breed you before we can start milking you... you'd like that, wouldn't you?”

 

“Yes! Breed your heifer!” Applejack begged, before you rain a series of slaps to her firm buttocks. She gave a long moan of almost delight as you did so.

 

“Applejack... do cows speak?” The question slid out of your lips, to which Applejack shook her head no. “How does the cow go?”

 

“Moooo!” She half said, half moaned as you continued to pound her ass. You continue to rain your hand upon her hindquarters every time her moos began to dissolve into moans.

 

“Good girl... I've got a present for you...” You nod approvingly as her moos began to rise in volume. Pulling the cowbell down from the side of the stall, you untie the knot and retie it around her neck leaving the cowbell to hang freely from her neck. “Do you like it?”

 

Applejack looked back with heavy eyes and a happy moo on her lips. You smile back at her as you resume thrusting into her tight ass, each thrust causing the cowbell to ring and a lustful moo come from her lips. Every time she relaxes her ass, you land another slap upon it in order to force her to tighten up. And occasionally just because you felt like it. Each time you did so, you enjoyed the sound of her lustful moan as her rump began turning red. Your grip her hips tightly as you pound her faster and harder, driving her face into the hay on the floor as she mindlessly mooed in pleasure. Having long abandoned stimulating her pussy for a better grip on her, she was on the verge of orgasm purely from the feeling of your cock piercing her ass. You can feel her tense up beneath you as she gave a gigantic 'MOO!' as she came underneath your dominating presence. As you watch strong, amazon-like Applejack writhe helplessly in pleasure beneath you, you can feel yourself reach you peak.

 

Part of you want to just bury yourself to the hilt and unleash your seed in her ass, while another part wants to spread your cum all over her ass and back as a form of a liquid branding.

 

What do?

 

3, 7 or 9 decides