Heat Pt 2 [CYOA, Humanized, Clop]

>Inside. Then go to Rarity's with her.

 

Deciding to forgo any unnecessary marking rituals, you instead continue ramming the climaxing cowgirls ass until you finally unleash your hot spunk into her waiting ass. You spend a moment just enjoying the feeling of her ass around your softening member until you finally slip it free from her slightly gaping asshole. Slumping to the side, you lay on the hay next to Applejack as she cuddled up next to you.

 

“Anon... that was dirty and kind of weird...” Applejack admitted, turning back to gaze at you with clear, green eyes. She rolled over to throw an arm around you and placed a kiss upon your lips. “But... I loved it...”

 

“I'm glad to hear it...” You allow her to draw you into an embrace, you find the milking machine's cups in the way. You reach over her form to shut it off before popping them off of her teats. The red circles based around her nipples betrayed just how long she'd had them attached. She relaxed in your arms as she slowly began dozing off and you whisper in her ear. “...the cow goes...?”

 

“...moo...” She quietly replied as he eyes slid shut. After a few moments, she slid off into the realm of slumber as she held you close. You shift a little, but the second you do so you can feel her powerful arms draw you in even closer. Listening closely, you can hear the sound of rain hitting the roof of the barn and realize you wouldn't be going anywhere anyway. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to drift off in Applejack's arms for the moment.

 

When you next open your eyes, you feel Applejack shaking you awake and the lack of rain hitting the top of the barn. The cowgirl was smiling down as she gently continued to shake you.

 

“Heh... Anon, Ah was the one who spent most of last night under the Heat and ah still woke up before you.” Applejack teased before she sat up, utterly unashamed of her nudity. “Ah gotta thank yah... ah thought ah was gonna lose mah mind there...”

 

“Pinkie was really worried about you, so she sent me over... I guess she was right to worry.” You respond.

 

“I suppose I should thank her too...” Applejack nodded to herself, before hearing the sound of the cowbell around her neck. She reached up and gave it another ring before looking at you. “But you didn't breed me properly earlier...”

 

“I didn't know whether or not you were a virgin, so I didn't want to risk starting and then having to stop. I don't particularly like the idea of popping your cherry while you were under the Heat.” The standard explanation came.

 

“You didn't want to risk popping a cherry while I was under, but you had no problem sticking it in my ass?” Applejack asked quizzically.

 

“I never claimed my rules were internally consistent or anything.” You shrug helplessly.

 

“You didn't have to worry about that, Sugarcube...” Applejack smiled at you. “We'll just have to give it another go later.”

 

“You want to...?” You raise an eyebrow. “I wasn't sure you'd want to since I did take you while you were under the influence of the Heat.”

 

“And take me you did! And ah don't mind it one bit!” Applejack gave you a smirk, she paused and flexed her biceps for a moment. “Look, I'm really proud of how strong I am but... it causes guys to make certain assumptions about me. That I want to be dominant... they're wrong.”

 

“Was that the first time someone had taken you like that?”

 

“Yeah... and ah loved every second of it...” She grinned, tracing a finger across your chest. “And ah'll be wanting another performance... but ah imagine Pinkie's about worn her way through the floor with worry by now...”

 

“She did want me to check in back with her...” You admit, not really wanting to actually leave her embrace.

 

“Yeah, ah don't really want to get going either... but that's life for yah.” Applejack reluctantly got up, gathering up her clothing. “And ah don't want to be the one to finally give her a heart attack.”

 

“I guess...” You admit, having less to redress yourself with you finish long before Applejack does and you notice her about to remove the cowbell. “Hey... why don't you leave that on?”

 

“...heh, that's a little kinky...” She winked at you as she opted to keep it on. It fell squarely above her cleavage that the sleeveless shirt did little to hide. A tougher work shirt went on over, but was left open in an uncharacteristic fashion to present the cowbell. Her denim jeans hugged her hips deliciously and her boots fit snugly on her feet. With a flourish, she places her hat atop her head and grins at you. “Well... let's get to it then. The quicker we meet with Pinkie, the quicker we can spent time together... and you can introduce me to the rest of the herd.”

 

“The herd?”

 

“Don't play coy, Anon... with the Heat going around, ah'm not likely to be the only one you've been with. And yah probably taken a liking to a couple of 'em.” Applejack stated, “Ah know ah should be bothered by it... but ah'm not... weird...”

 

“You... may find some familiar faces...” You admit.

 

“Ah figured...” Applejack adjusted her hat, before leading the way out of the barn. “Ah've already locked up everything ah need to here... so we can just get this show on tha road.”

 

Nodding, you follow Applejack out into the afternoon. It was still really cloudy, but it seemed that the Weather Patrol had squeezed out enough to keep it from being a downpour. The road into town was still really muddy and you find yourself slipping a lot, once taking down the more sure footed Applejack with you.

 

Reaching town, you begin to notice a few people dressed in oddly fetishistic outfits wandering around. Having already gotten used to worse, you almost succeed in ignoring them. Applejack, however, immediately flagged down a woman wearing what could be generously called a collection of leather straps.

 

“Hey now... what's up with that outfit?” Applejack inquired, looking oddly at the woman.

 

“The Carousel Boutique is doing a special on these really sexy outfits...” The woman took a little pose, all sense of inhibition apparently gone from her. “It's not what Rarity normally does, but she just started putting them on offer today... and I'm certainly not going to turn it down!”

 

Waving goodbye to the passing woman, you find yourself meeting Applejack's gaze.

 

“Yah want to see what's going on at Rarity's, don't you?” She asked, continuing after you give a nod of agreement. “Me too... let's just drop in, it shouldn't take too long...”

 

The two of you slightly alter your course so you can hit the Carousel Boutique before hitting Sugarcube Corner. Unlike the muddy road into town, you didn't have to worry about losing your step so you could focus on other things.

 

It would take a while to get to Rarity's shop, so if you wanted to you could strike up a conversation with Applejack on the way. You just had to come up with a topic... or you could just travel in silence.

 

3, 5 or 7 decides

 

>talk to her about animals

>this but with horses

 

“So...” You begin, breaking the silence. “That old barn used to hold livestock, didn't it? Horses and the like?”

 

“Yeah... cattle, too. It's the reason that ah had that milker... but we don't have them anymore.” Applejack sighed wistfully as she recalled the past. “The change came when ah was just a little girl... mah family was always the ones to stick to the way we were used to doing things. But even we could be forced to adopt if the stakes were high enough.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“Milk... cheap milk that they undercut us with.” Applejack grimaced at the memory. “Of all our acres, we'd set some aside as grazing land... it's not obvious, but different types of land lend themselves to either planting or livestock. Our land is almost entirely planting land, but we were sacrificing a bit of it as grazing area even if it wasn't all that good for it. It was a holdover from when Sweet Apple Acres was the only big farm in the area and it wasn't easy just to bring stuff from out of town. But... that changed.”

 

“A big dairy farm opened up in another town and it could afford to ship milk where it wanted to.”

 

“Yeah... and their herds dwarfed ours... it wasn't too long before we were starting to lose money on our own. That milking machine was Pa's last ditch effort to stay in the game, but it was too little too late. And Pa finally had to do what he had to do.” Applejack was getting a little teary eyed at the memory. “Sold the herd... and once the herd went and we didn't need to do round up on the cattle anymore. So the horses followed after and we got a tractor to replace 'em. Now... I don't blame my Pa for this. I love our Apple Orchards... but sometimes... I miss 'em.”

 

Applejack paused in the road and tilted her hat down to hide her eyes. Her shoulders shuddered a little as she attempted to compose herself, but you can hear a quiet sob that she tried to stifle.

 

Do you try to comfort her and how? Or do you let her compose herself?

 

1, 5 or 8 decides

 

>throw your arm around her and keep walking

 

You step closer to Applejack and throw your arm around her shoulders to bring her closer. Rubbing her shoulder reassuringly, you help guide her away from the prying eyes of the street and further toward your destination. The shuddering of her shoulders lessened and she began to stand tall again, even though she remained close to you.

 

“T-Thanks Anon...” She started, tipping her hat back to look at you. “That was... just something I needed to get off mah chest. Nobody really knows about that...”

 

“Anytime, Applejack...” You continue to hold her close as you make your way down the street.

 

The remainder of your journey went on with a more comfortable silence until you found yourself in front of the Carousel Boutique. The store front had a welcoming 'OPEN' sign declaring that Rarity's fashion boutique was still very much open for business. Normally, her display windows displayed her most popular designs, but now it was filled with mannequins wearing a lot more risque outfits. Meeting Applejack's eyes you nod to each other before opening the door.

 

“Welcome~!” Rarity cheerfully announced, turning to see you. She was dressed in an incredibly daring dress that had a plunging neckline and her feet bore a set of well polished pump dress shoes. Her face turned ashen white as she took in the sight of you. “Darlings! What happened? It looks like you went swimming in a mud pile!”

 

You glance down at your clothes and notice that you had picked up a bunch of mud on them. Applejack wasn't nearly as bad, but you doubt she would escape Rarity's attentions anymore than you would.

 

“I can't let you go out in public like that... I'll draw a bath and set you up with some new clothing...”

 

“Now Rarity... that's not necessary...” Applejack began, but was cut off by the distinct sound of the door locking behind her. The sign flipped itself over in the same motion as Rarity smiled at both of you.

 

“Oh, I insist...” Rarity's voice echoed a little and you meet Applejack's eyes nervously. “Now... who gets to take their bath first? I'll take the measurements of the other person and start on their outfit.”

 

Who should go first?

 

3, 7 or 0 decides

 

>bath with apple jack

 

“You mean we can't share a bath?” You ask teasingly, causing Rarity to tilt her head curiously before gaining a catty expression.

 

“You're a naughty boy, aren't you?” Rarity chastised you a little, before turning to Applejack. Their eyes meet and you notice Rarity raising an eyebrow at the farm girls blushing face. “I have a nice, large bath... but it's not THAT large. Is that alright with you, darling?”

 

“Ah reckon ah'm perfectly okay with it.” Applejack admitted, her face still a little flushed. She froze a little when Rarity reached up to toy with the cowbell hanging around her neck. It gave a little ring and you can tell a quiet conversation was being conducted with their eyes.

 

“If you say so, Darling...” Rarity finally said, before gesturing to a place by the door. “Why don't you be a dear and leave your shoes over there? They are rather... muddy. I'll be upstairs drawing your bath... don't keep me waiting~!”

 

Rarity gave you a friendly wave as she heads up the stairs into her living area. You turn to find Applejack doffing her mud encrusted boots onto a small rug by the door. Her feet weren't as ripe as they could have been, but staying in her leather boots hadn't done them any favors. Kicking off your own shoes, you join her on the path upstairs with the cool floor beneath your feet.

 

The fashionista was testing the waters as they slowly filled the bathtub. It wasn't a small bath, but you and Applejack would be sharing close quarters once you both got it. Which was fine by you.

 

“Just leave your clothes in the hamper... I'll see if I can't salvage them in the wash.” Rarity shut off the stream of hot water flowing into the tub. She stood and made her way towards the door. “I'll be back in a little bit... don't have too much fun!”

 

You begin removing your own clothing, but you kept getting distracted by Applejack as she stripped. She had hung the cowbell up next to her hat and as she dropped her undershirt into the hamper, you notice that some of the redness around her nipples had faded but not completely subsided. Her shapely ass was revealed as she slides her jeans down her hips and you find yourself staring as you drop your own. As you toss them in the hamper, she notices the panties sticking out of one of the pockets.

 

“You the kind to collect trophies?” She asked, pulling out the panties to examine them.

 

“It was their idea, actually...” You shrug, before staring a little as Applejack slid her panties down her powerful legs and added them to the pile.

 

“Ah take it yah don't want these washed, then...” Applejack took the collection of panties and then hid them underneath her hat. “Why don't yah go ahead a jump in the bath?”

 

You obligingly slide into the hot water, and groan as you can feel the tension in your back begin to drain out. Stretching a bit, you find yourself transfixed by Applejack again as she removed the band holding her hair into it's odd variation of a pony tail. It occurred to you that this is the first time you've seen her with her hair loose and it made a big difference as her golden locks flow around her shoulders. She slid into the water after you, giving a moan of approval as she settled into the hot water and onto your lap. Your member prodded as her cheeks, but you didn't do anything right away. Instead you opted to just enjoy the sensation of the strong woman relaxing against your form.

 

“Hey, Anon...” Applejack asked after a while of just soaking up the water. She looked coyly back at you as she leaned forward and swept her hair over her shoulder, exposing her bare back to you. “Do you mind washing my back?”

 

You spot a wash cloth and soap set conveniently to the side of the tub and grab it while thinking. You could just wash her back... or you could do a lot more than that.

 

2, 5 or 8 decides

 

>wash her back and the massage it once it's nice ans smooth

 

“Certainly...” You lather up the wash cloth and begin to scrub her back. Starting at her shoulders, you slowly work your way down her back with your half cleaning, half massaging motion. She moaned at the sensation, her strong, tough back muscles slowly becoming tender and pliable under your touch. As you finally reach the small of her back, she was like putty in your hands and you take a moment to enjoy scrubbing her generous ass as she helpfully lifted herself off your lap to do so. Pausing your work, you enjoy how the toughest woman in town had melted under you ministrations and how she had settled down with your cock resting in the crack of her ass. “Want me to wash the rest of you?”

 

“Mmm... wha...?” She began dreamily, before shaking her head and taking the cloth from you. “No... ah got it, but... can yah keep rubbing mah back?”

 

You only reply as to begin massaging her slick back, gaining a moan of appreciation as you begin working your way into her deeper muscles. It took her a moment to realize that she should be cleaning herself and as you begin to move your way up to her shoulders, you enjoy her slowly begin spending an excessive amount of time washing her more sensitive parts.

 

“Enjoying yourselves?” Rarity's voice seized both of your attention. She had reappeared in the doorway, this time only wearing a bathrobe and some slippers. In her hands, she held a small tray covered in a variety of hair care products. “Don't stop on my account...”

 

“Ah... ah thought as was getting out of that today...” Applejack moaned a little as you begin to massage her back again, but she seemed to notice your questioning look. “If Rarity wasn't a clothing designer, she'd be working in that salon she likes so much, if her desire tah mess with mah hair is any indication.”

 

“I'll take that as a complement, darling.” Rarity settled down on a stool and pulled the extendable water faucet from the side of the tub. She began running the gentle stream of warm water through Applejack's hair before beginning to work shampoo into her hair with a comb. Applejack kept shifting, but she didn't seem to want to leave the grasp of your massaging hands. It took a while for the fashionista to evenly coat Applejack's generous amount of hair in first the shampoo then the ensuing rinse and conditioner. “I really should have gotten your help sooner, Anon... Applejack doesn't normally stay this still.”

 

“Laugh it up...” Applejack's voice lacked any real venom.

 

“There... all done.” Rarity declared after giving Applejack's hair one final rinse. She grabbed a nearby towel and began expertly wrapping the blonde locks up in it. She stepped back to admire her handy work before turning to look at you. “Y'know, Darling... it looks like Anon here hasn't really washed up at all...”

 

“Yer right... we should do something about it.” Applejack responded, looking back at you coyly as she rung out the wash cloth.

 

Uh oh.

 

What do?

 

3, 7 or 0 decides

 

>forced cleaning

 

“Ha ha... ha... there's... there's no need... I can clean myself...” You try to reassure them, but they weren't having any of it. You almost have a chance to make a dash for it when Applejack got off of your lap, but you quickly found yourself trapped in her arms with your positions switched. You stare up at the smiling women helplessly. “I need an adult...”

 

“We ARE adults!” Applejack teased you, as she began returning the favor from earlier by scrubbing your back. A stream of hot water ran over your head as Rarity prepared to wash your hair as you recognize that escape was impossible. As Applejack switched from washing your back to starting on your chest, you find yourself resigning yourself to the mercies of these two women. As Rarity's soft fingers began to work the Apple scented shampoo into your hair, you refuse to admit that it was kind of relaxing. Your eyes shoot open, however, when you feel the washcloth wrapped around your hard member. You groan a little as you feel Applejack begin to work the cloth up and down your manhood, helpless as Rarity began rinsing the cleaning fluid out of your hair. No resistance was put up as the similarly scented conditioner was rubbed into your scalp, as you could only focus on the soft cloth being used to stimulate your pole. The final rinse was almost unnoticed as you can feel Applejack enthusiastically jack you off before you finally blast a stream of seed into the waiting cloth.

 

“See? That wasn't so bad!” Rarity playfully stated, stroking your face as you leaned back against Applejack. Pausing, she gave your chin an experimental rub and tutted quietly in disapproval. “Someone's looking a little scruffy... would you like a shave? I promise you something nice if you'll sit through it...”

 

For some reason, being referred to as being 'scruffy' kind of upset you... but the sultry tone in her voice caused a tingle to go up your spine. Looking back, Applejack didn't seem too concerned by it.

 

What do?

 

1, 6 or 0 decides

 

>rarity decides she wants a piece of you while AJ continues scrubbing

 

“Something nice...?” You ask with  falsely naive tone. Rarity issued a throaty chuckle as she leaned over the side of the bath allowing you a good view down her robe and into her cleavage. Her fingers continued to stroke the rough covering of hair covering your face.

 

“Some. Thing. Nice.” Rarity laughed a little as she continue playing her little game. “So... what do you say?”

 

“I can't really refuse then, can I?”

 

“Alright, Darling... I just need to gather a few things first.” Rarity stood,  uncaring that her robe had fallen just open enough to tease the eye. “I'm sure you can keep yourselves occupied in the meantime...”

 

Your eyes followed Rarity's figure as it sashayed it's way out of the room. Applejack shifted behind you, reaching over to grab a fresh wash cloth due to the previous one being filled with your seed. Applying a fresh bout of soap to it, she resumed her cleansing of your body. You spend a little while, just enjoying the intimate contact before finally you had to ask a lingering question.

 

“Applejack... are you still okay with this? Now that you're actually seeing it happening?”

 

“Don't worry, sugarcube... Ah'm not going to suddenly back out on mah word.” She rested her head on your shoulder. “And... we may squabble a lot, but ah like Rarity. Ah'd count her a good addition to yer group.”

 

“Ah...” You gave an affirmative sound, before a smile crossed your face. “You certainly teamed up with her fast enough... I'm going to have to find a way to punish you for that...”

 

“How?” Applejack sounded sincerely curious, but she didn't seem intimidated by the thought.

 

“You'll find out when I discipline you... but it almost sounds like you want it.” The teasing came naturally as wheels turned in your head. “I'll have to get creative... otherwise, it wouldn't really be a punishment.”

 

Your little conversation was interrupted as the door opened again, permitting Rarity to enter pushing a little cart. From your vantage point, you couldn't see too much of what laid within but you could clearly see steam coming up from a bowl.

 

“Are you ready?” Rarity asked rhetorically, already pulling a small towel from the steaming bowl. She carefully placed it over your face and the scent of some unknown fragrance filled your nostrils. The towel stayed upon your face, blotting out your vision as you find yourself laying back on Applejack. Then the sound of cloth hitting the floor caught your attention. The already full bath tub found itself another occupant as you can feel Rarity begin to straddle you.

 

“Careful!” You hear Applejack harshly whisper and after a moment you feel her shift her legs beneath you, barely allowing Rarity to settle upon your lap.

 

If you shaft hadn't already been at attention, the brushing of her nether lips against them would've put you to full mast immediately. Any hope of immediate penetration was denied, as instead the length of your shaft rubbed against the length of her crevice. A low moan escaped your lips as she kept adjusting herself, trying to find a more comfortable position and each movement teased flesh against flesh. Finally as comfortable as she could get, you can feel her fingers begin to massage the hot towel into your beard area with a certain amount of skill. It was incredibly relaxing, but doing nothing for the boner that raged at her gates.

 

Finally, she grasped the bottom of the towel. But instead of lifting it entirely off your face, she folded it so that she could have access to most of your face, while still denying most of your sight. Her weight shifted as she reached for something from the cart and you can hear her fiddling with something. The sensation of moist bristles on your face briefly surprised you, as she used a brush to apply the shaving cream to your face in a more old fashioned manner. She took her time lathering your face and you swear you could feel her grind herself against you while she did it. As the sound of her placing the cup of shaving cream back on the cart, you can feel her reach for another object. The sound of a latch opening reached your ears as well as a gasp from Applejack.

 

“...that's a...” Applejack began, obviously having a better view of what Rarity had pulled out.

 

“Don't worry... I know how to use this.” Rarity gave an almost casual explanation before addressing you. “Now Anon... this is the part where you have to be very still.”

 

Not trusting your voice, you nod your affirmation and try to stay as still as possible. Your suspicions about what Rarity was using was confirmed as a razor began it's trek down your face. It had only one edge and it was far too wide to be a disposable razor... which meant it had to be a cut-throat. You had never actually seen one before, much less been shaved by one before and your nervousness must have shown. Rarity began humming a soothing melody as she paused her work and you could feel Applejack's arms wrap around you reassuringly. As the tension began to leave your body, you feel her begin passing the incredibly sharp blade over your face again but the gentle humming never ceased. Nor did your boner, the traitorous bastard never wavered even at the initial sensation of the razor.

 

Slowly, every bit of lather upon your face was whisked away by Rarity's sharp blade. You can feel her gentle breath upon your freshly shaved flesh as she leaned in to shave away the would-be mustache. Finally the blade was withdrawn and you can hear her take a moment to clean it before placing it back within it's case.

 

“Darling, this is going to feel cold...” The rinse of cool water did feel cold as she poured it over your face, washing away what little lather remained. A soft towel pat dried your face as you can sense her carefully examining her work. Unlike with the cold water, you got no warning with the aftershave. You wince slightly as it burned against your face even as the strong scent filled your nostrils. You can hear a small giggle as a soft hand stroke your cheek and you find your own hand raising to test the surface yourself. Feeling it, you can't find a trace of the remnant hairs that you find after shaving yourself.

 

“Nothing gives a closer shave than a straight edge... so what do you think?” You can feel her face barely inches from yours, her gentle breath upon your lips.

 

“I don't think I'll be able to go without again...” You admit.

 

“Good boy...” Rarity whispered, before planting a soft kiss upon your lips. Her mouth lingered upon yours, you can feel her generous chest press against yours in complement to the set pressed against yours. She lingered for some time, savoring you like a fine glass of wine. She broke it only to trace her hand down to your shaft and she lifted her hips long enough to line herself up above your tower. “Now for you reward...”

 

The fashionista slowly sunk herself down onto your cock, savoring the sensation just as much she had enjoyed your lips. She let out a long, lusty moan as you feel her finally hilt herself on you. With Applejack's arms still wrapped around you, you have very little in the way of leverage to try to begin thrusting into Rarity. As dress maker began to ride you, she took her agonizing time as she slowly rose and dropped her soft flower on your shaft. As she slowly began picking up the pace, you helplessly writhed under her sensual motions. Your lips gave tribute to her skill as her walls seemed to draw you deeper and deeper into womanhood. Her expression was hidden from you, the towel covering your eyes remaining as part of some unspoken agreement, but her increased motions and moans gave tribute to her growing enthusiasm. The water sloshed all around you as her pace finally matched the one you desperately desired and you try to match it as best you can despite the close quarters. Her moans broke into a scream of passion as she seized up around your cock, even as it forcefully milked your seed from your boiling balls. Your deep guttural groan was easily drowned out by your partner's cries. Rarity's arms wrapped around your shoulders and held herself close to you as she rode out her orgasm. You held her just as tightly as she slowly came down from her blissful hights.

 

As you rest there, you become aware of the hard nipples pressed into your back. Applejack's hot breath passed by your ear and you can feel her tremble beneath you. It occurs to you that she was probably incredibly aroused by the union that occurred right above her... and the cramped quarters prevented her from touching herself. Her ability to get herself off was entirely depended upon you giving her the opportunity to do so.

 

A wicked idea pass through your mind and you wonder how far you can push her... or you could show some mercy...

 

4, 6 or 0 decides

 

>mercy

 

“Heh... someone's hot and bothered...” You state, craning your head to look back at Applejack after pulling the towel from your eyes. Rarity leaned back a little so she could get a better view of what was going on.

 

“Poor little girl...” Rarity teased, reaching to grasp Applejack's chin. “Having to just lay there while we have our fun. We should do something for her...”

 

“I don't know... she was kind of naughty earlier...” The threat was idle, but you could feel Applejack tense up beneath you. Both you and Rarity pause, leaving the cowgirl to sweat for a bit. “But she wasn't THAT naughty... this is already more than enough.”

 

Applejack relaxed a bit but you could feel her shudder as Rarity shifted to dip a hand beneath the surface of the water. A long moan issued from the farm girls lips as you can feel the hand bypass you to begin toying with the waiting tunnel.

 

“R-Rarity... but we're both...” Applejack began, but was forced to stop by a long moan issued from her lips. Rarity paused her fingering to hear her words. “We're both girls...”

 

“Applejack... you need to broaden your horizons. Besides, you've already effectively been in a threesome.” Rarity purred as she began thrusting in fingers in and out of Applejack's wanting pussy. “Just say the word and I'll stop.”

 

No such refusal came as you can feel Applejack moan and writhe underneath you. Not wanting to be left out, you grip the side of the tub and flip yourself over to gaze down upon the panting farm girl. You begin to roughly grope her generous bosom and lower your lips to capture one of her nipples. You continue suckling at her sensitive nipples as the sloshing water gave tribute to the fingers thrusting in and out of the wet hole. Applejack's proverbial engine was already up and running and you could tell that she was already on edge before you started. Her entire body arches as she is forced over that edge and she let out a long moan of ecstasy as he fluids joined those already in the tub.

 

As she leaned back against the side of the tub, you took in the sight of her bliss filled face. You notice that the water had started to cool significantly and you look back at Rarity.

 

“Darling, we really should get out before we get...” Rarity paused to look at her fingers. “...anymore wrinkled than we already have. And I still need to set you up with your new ensembles.”

 

That, and moving this to a bed also had it's merits... although, the lingering goal of meeting with Pinkie Pie warned you against spending too much time here. But a little while longer wouldn't hurt, right?

 

1, 5 or 9 decides

 

>stay in for a few ore minutes

 

“I'm going to stay in here a few more minutes, if that's alright with you...” You spend a moment to enjoy the supple feeling of Applejack's flesh beneath you. Rarity slid herself out of the bath and began toweling off her voluptuous form. Your eyes trace her form as she shrugged on her robe again, taking in the sight that you were denied earlier. Her pale flesh seemed to glisten even after she'd dried off and she seemed to be fond of maintaining a clean shave of her own.

 

“Anon... I do have Applejack's measurements on file so I can get started on her outfit and make the necessary adjustments afterward.” Rarity began, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I can either make her a normal set of clothing... but I can make something a bit more sexy, too. That cowbell's given me some ideas... and it looks like it needs a polish and a proper collar anyway. What do you think?”

 

3, 6 or 9 decides

 

>do it

 

“I'd love to see what you can come with...” You whisper back to her. The response you got consisted of a catty smile and a light slap on your ass. She picked up the hamper of dirty clothing and the cowbell on her way out, ensuring that you weren't leaving without your new outfits.

 

“What were yah whispering about, Anon?” Applejack asked curiously.

 

“Rarity was just asking about polishing your cowbell... and my opinion about our new outfits.” You respond honestly. She seemed to be satisfied with your statement and spent a few moments relaxing with you in the bath. All too soon, the water had cooled to the point where you couldn't comfortably remain within it.

 

After getting out of the bath, you find towels and robes set aside for you and you begin to dry yourself off. Applejack had stopped to grab a brush and was running it through her long tresses. You spend a while just watching her, still slightly unused to how different the lack of her hair tie made her look.

 

“There's no need to wait on little ol' me, Anon...” Applejack said after she noticed you watching her.

 

“I don't mind waiting...” The response came naturally as you continue watching.

 

Some time later, you both find your ways back down to Rarity's showroom and you can see Rarity already hard at work. Her magical aura flare as various spools of thread and fabric danced around the room at her will and some sewing machines were already running. Several lengths of cloth were being cut roughly into shape with all work that required a detailed eye being worked on directly by her behind a concealing curtain. You can't help but notice a heavy presence of cow print cloth being pulled in before being discarded.

 

“Best to let her work, sugarcube... Rarity can throw an outfit together faster than anyone but she still needs item to work.” Applejack advised you as you almost approach the curtain.

 

“Almost finished~!” Rarity's singed through the curtain, “Applejack, can you come in here for your fitting?”

 

Applejack shrugged before handing you her hat, not willing to risk exposing it to modification. Then slipped behind the curtain at the fashionista's insistence. You hear hear the rustling of cloth before a sudden silence as even the sewing machines stopped for a moment.

 

“Yah can't be serious...” Applejack's voice came through the curtain. “Ah can't go out in public wearing this!”

 

“Darling, what's the harm in trying it on?” Rarity's voice followed. A long silenced followed before she spoke again. “Alright, then... would you like me to replace these?”

 

“Yeah, that'd be great.” Applejack's voice sounded relieved as you can hear some shuffling around behind the curtain. “Rarity...”

 

“Yes, darling?”

 

“Did yah make that first outfit just tah make this one look better by comparison?”

 

“Why, I don't know what you're talking about...”

 

“I'm sure you don't...” The cowgirl sounded exasperated, but the sound of rustling clothing resumed. After a moment, you see Rarity step out of the curtain and smile at you before stepping to the side of the curtain.

 

“I am pleased to present to you my latest designs!” Rarity announced, before pulling a rope causing the curtain to slide out of the way.

 

Applejack stood a little uncertainly as your eyes roamed her body, noticing her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her new top. It was a very cut down tube top that was more akin to a strip of cow print fabric wrapped around her generous chest. The top couldn't completely cover her bosom and would either present a generous amount of cleavage, underboob or as she had decided, an even mix of both.

 

A pair of chaps covered her legs, leather with a covering of cow print fabric starting at her feet and traveling their way up to just shy of her thighs. From her thighs up, it only consisted of leather straps connecting it to a belt circling her waist. The only things covering her pelvis was a pair of black, bikini style panties. The entire outfit was risque, but outside of the chaps, wouldn't look odd on the beach.

 

“So, Anon, what do you think?” Rarity seemed eager to hear your opinion, even as Applejack shifted in place with a slight blush on her face. Part of you was curious about what the first outfit looked like, given that this outfit was more acceptable than it.

 

3, 6 or 0 decides

 

>Tell her you think she did an amzazing job

 

“It looks wonderful, Rarity.” You compliment the fashionista as you step forward and circle Applejack, taking in all of what was on display. “You did an amazing job.”

 

“Why thank you Anon!” Rarity happily clapped her hands. “See, darling? He likes it!”

 

“...do you really like it, Anon?” Applejack asked, a little uncomfortable in the skimpy outfit but clearly enjoying the attention you were paying her. As you continue to circle her, you notice an even smaller set of fabric carelessly tossed to the side.

 

“Yeah, I do...”

 

“Now for the accessories...” Rarity pulled out a bag from the side of the little stage.

 

“Really? This ain't enough?” Applejack asked, leaning over to try to get a glimpse of the bag but Rarity carefully kept the contents hidden from her.

 

“Come now, Applejack... that outfits good, but it could be made better with a little something extra...” Rarity opened the bag to present it's contents to you. “I'm certain you won't mind what I have here. But I need Anon's opinion on something first... and maybe his help.”

 

Looking through the bag, you find a trio of headbands. One had a set of fake cow ears and a pair of little horns mounted on it. The second had just the ears and was accompanied by a hat band with the horns while the last just had the horns.

 

At the bottom of the bag, you found the item that Rarity would need your help with. It resembled a cow's tail and it would hang down to Applejack's knees if she could be convinced to use it. The objectionable portion of it was at the top of it, where a large butt plug would keep it firmly planted in her.

 

“Well... what do you think? Do any of these please you?” Rarity asked as you glanced over the contents of the bag. “Or do you like the outfit as it is?”

 

You consider the items you've been presented with while you make your decision...

 

2, 5 or 8 decides

 

>surprise AJ and use it on her

 

Picking up the tail, you roll the butt plug between your fingers as you test it's texture and weight. It began with a large cone that sharply tapered off until it was a fraction of it's overall width before flaring out again to keep it from being irretrievable and acted as the anchor for the false tail. You look up at Rarity, who was staring at you curiously and waiting for your decision. Waving a finger, you draw her in closer to begin speaking in whispers.

 

“How is this suppose to go in? Partially pull down her panties?” You ask, continuing to roll the toy between your fingers.

 

“There's a small slit in the panties... it should be just large enough.” Rarity replied, before fishing for a small tube from the bottom of the bag. Squirting a little amount of lubricant out on her finger, she spread it on the head of the toy. “But do you think you can get it in her?”

 

“Just roll with what I'm about to do...” Taking a little of the lube, you run it over the flared end of the butt plug as well. Dropping the false tail back into the bag, you grab one of the head bands at random for your distraction.

 

[1d3]

 

You approach Applejack, who was not so secretly trying to catch a glimpse of what you had been doing in the bag. Looking down, you notice that you grabbed the combo head band with both the ears and the horns on it. She looked at it oddly, but bowed her head so you could place the head piece upon her. Reaching up, she adjusted the alice style headband until she felt comfortable with it on.

 

“Where did yah get this, Rarity?” Applejack asked as she walked over to glance at herself in the mirror. “Ah'll buy yah having cow print and leather on hand, but why do yah have this just sitting around?”

 

“Well... sometimes I get some odd customers who have odd requests.” Rarity admitted, stepping around Applejack to examine her handiwork again. “Normally I wouldn't do them... and a few times they lost their nerve at the last minute. So I have a couple of things just laying around... do you like it?”

 

“It's... kinda cute.” Applejack admitted with a blush. “Not that ah want to be wearing it all the time.”

 

Stealthily, you crept up behind Applejack with the fake tail rolled up in your hand and peered around her at the reflection in the mirror. Grasping it by the plug, the tail unfurled and you see Applejack look confused as she spots the tail dangle between her legs.

 

“Anon, what's th-AH!” Applejack yelped as you pressed the lubricated tip of the butt plug through the small slit in her panties and against the crack of her ass. Griping her around her waist you twist and turn the toy until it found purchase in her asshole and slid in with an almost pop. After the shock wore off, the cowgirl was more than capable of breaking free of your grip and reached around to try to grab her new accessory. After a few false grabs, she managed to grab a hold of it before looking down at it with a flushed face. She gave a few tugs, but you can see it was connected to the plug with elastic to prevent it from being easily pulled out. Tracing her fingers up to the plug, she tried to get a grip on it but the lube you spread upon it prevented her from getting a hold of it. Finally, she gave up and just let the tail hang from her ass. “Damn it, Anon! Warn a gal when yer about do something like that!”

 

“Sorry Applejack... I couldn't help it. I thought you'd look hot with it...” You pause to give her a glance. “And I was right.”

 

“Sorry, Darling... I knew that was coming but...” Rarity appeased the farm girl. “I'm sure he'll be able to make it up to you.”

 

“He'd better...” Applejack crossed her arms under her generous bust, looking exceptionally annoyed at what had happened. But her hard nipples were pressing against the thin fabric of her top and you swear you can see the panties grow a little damp. “Well...?”

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>jump on her back, riding her around as you push it in her (what is this I don't even!)

 

With a hoot and a holler, you launch yourself onto the unprepared cowgirls' back. Wrapping your arms around her shoulders and your legs around her waist, you land a hard slap on Applejack's ass causing her to jump in place. Reaching down, you grab the tail and try jamming it in even harder.

 

“Anon! What the hell are you doing?!” Applejack instinctively began trying to knock you off, resembling more a bull than a cow. At the sudden attempt to throw you off, you find yourself gripping tighter around her neck causing her to try to remove you even harder.

 

“Calm down!” Rarity half-screamed as the two of you thrash about the show room. “Anon, what are you doing?!”

 

“Get!” Applejack finally managed to loosen your grip and you were tossed from her like a rider from a mechanical bull. As you fall, you strike the side of one of the stages with your head and you hear a sickening snapping sound. “Anon, what the hell...”

 

The two women fell silent as they notice that you weren't moving before rushing to your side.

 

“Anon! Anon, say something!” Rarity shook your still form in a near panic.

 

“No, Anon! No! No...” Applejack looked horrified as she knelt by your still form. As your vision dimmed, you can see tears begin to stream down her cheeks.

 

You briefly wonder what how you thought this course of action could have possibly worked out in your favor, before the darkness claimed you and you thought no more.

 

GAME OVER

 

Undo one turn and select a new course of action?

Restart from the beginning?

Do something completely different?

 

1, 3 or 7 decides

 

>go back to the suit scene and fist her anus

>clarification: right before we rode AJ

 

“I've got an idea...” You grin as you approach. With visions of firmly planting your fist in her tight asshole, you reach around to grope her ass. A slight groan issued from her lips as you traced your fingers around the exposed portion of the plug before trying to pull it out again. The lubricant that had so frustrated her efforts to remove it herself also proved just as troublesome for you. Each time you almost have a good grip on it, it slips out of your fingers just as you try to pull it free from her ass. A long moan gave out from Applejack's lips as the impromptu pumping motion of the toy in her ass  You'd likely need something to get a better grip on the plug before you could pull it from her ass.

 

“Mmm... if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were enjoying this, Darling...” Rarity teased Applejack, joining you in groping Applejack's plentiful ass.

 

Applejack didn't give say anything as she groaned under your combined attentions, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving her albeit unintentionally. She discreetly tried to massage herself through the fabric of her top, but was caught by Rarity's keen eye. A manicured hand rose to rough grope one of Applejack's tits forcing another moan from the farm girl's mouth, especially as she paused to pinch one of the hard nipples through the fabric of her top.

 

“And that you liked having your bosom toyed with...” The fashionista continued, thoroughly enjoyed the sounds she could make Applejack produce.

 

You ponder if you should go looking for something to give the extra bit of grip on the plug while Rarity toyed with the cowgirl... or if you should try doing something else.

 

2, 4 or 6 decides

 

>stick your other fist in her pussy to make her turn to jello

>This but have her feel so much pleasure she forgets she isn't actually a cow and moo's the whole time.

 

You abandon your attempt to remove the plug to Applejack's disappointment, but she gave a moan of appreciation as you began rubbing the front of her panties. Even through the fabric of her panties, your fingers soon gathering moisture from her warm womanhood. Although the false tail kept her panties pinned to her body, but it did nothing to prevent you from shifting the fabric to the side. You begin dipping your finger into her wanting hole as she shuddered under your touch.

 

Your eyes meet with Rarity's as you come to an unspoken agreement as you help her move Applejack over to the edge of a stage. Sitting her own on the edge, Rarity moved behind her and resumed her assault on the cowgirl's sensitive teats. Grabbing the bottom of the cut down tube top, Rarity pulled it up to reveal her generous cleavage before once against massaging them roughly.

 

Positioning yourself between Applejack's legendary legs, you once again slip the fabric of her panties to the side and plumbed the depths of her womanhood with first one finger, then another. Sliding those fingers in and out of her wet pussy, you enjoy the cries of delight that were being forced from her lips. Applejack seemed to melt back against Rarity as you slide a third finger into her honeypot. The fashionista took the opportunity to begin suckling on her neck, intent on leaving a mark on the cowgirl. The blonde woman moaned and writhed under you combined ministrations as you continue to abuse her cunt with a fourth finger. As your fingers continued to gain a generous covering of lubrication as you prepare for the final push. Curling up you fingers inside of her stretching pussy, you form a fist inside of her and begin trying to pump it in and out of her.

 

“Anon! You're... it's too much... Anon! Ah... Moo!” Applejack threw her head back as she let out a cattle call. As it wound down, she froze up as she turned to look at Rarity nervously. She was about to say something when you resumed your pumping, drawing out another low 'Moo!' from her.

 

“Don't worry, Darling...” Rarity raised her hand to affectionately stroke Applejack's hair. “We all have our kinks... but I didn't realize how on the mark I was. You want to be bred, right? And milked?”

 

“Ah... Ah... yes, ah want ya tah milk me! And Anon to breed me!” Applejack let out a joyful moan as you continued to wreck her pussy with your fist, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

 

“Applejack...” Rarity whispered into the cowgirl's ear, before delivering a sharp slap to one of her exposed thighs. “That's NOT how the cow goes!”

 

The farm girl belted out a long cow call as you drive your fist as far into her depths as it would go, her entire body shuddering as a wet climax enveloped her. The Botique could be mistaken for a cattle barn for all the long Moos that were echoing through it as she thrashed between the two of you before you withdraw your hand and gaze upon your handiwork. Applejack lay blissfully in Rarity's arms as her head swam in pleasure, even as you and Rarity smile at her trembling form.

 

Now what do?

 

3, 6 or 9 decides

 

>kiss her lips and lay her to sleep in the bed

 

Applejack laid dreamily on the edge of the stage, her destroyed pussy gaping after the brutal fisting that you had just delivered to her. The look of sheer delight upon her face betrayed just how much she had enjoyed the experience and you could see her eyes flutter as she was on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

 

“It's just missing one thing...” Rarity mused to herself as she stroked the cowgirl's sweaty brow. Applejack looked up at her, briefly wondering what she was leading to. With the distinct glow of magic and the sound of ringing, a polished cowbell floated over to you. It was mounted to a black, leather collar by a D-ring and you can feel something off about the latch on the collar. Examining the backside of the bell, you can see the phrase 'Property of Anonymous' engraved on it. “A nice polishing, a custom engraving... and my favorite part... it's enchanted so the only one who can remove it, is the one who put it on.”

 

“Applejack...” You begin to ask, but Applejack raised a hand to gain your attention. Bringing herself to an almost sit, she lifted her head to present her neck to you. Leaning down, you allow her eyes to catch the engraving on the cowbell as a last chance to back out. Her only response was to lift her hair out of the way to permit you to more easily wrap the strap of leather around her neck.

 

With the small glow of magic, the collar sealed itself snugly around her neck which you followed with a kiss upon her lips. Lingering upon her lips for a moment, you reluctantly break the kiss to gaze upon her smiling face. But her half-lidded eyes betrayed just how much the previous bout had taken out of her. Reaching down, you scoop her up in your arms and have to steady yourself for a moment under her tall, muscular form.

 

“This way Darling...” Rarity gently waved you toward the upstairs. Following her, she guided you up to her bedroom and she helpfully lifted the blanket with her magic so you could slide the cowgirl between the silk sheets. The sheets seemingly tucked themselves in as the leaned down to kiss her on the head.

 

“...Anon...?” Applejack asked dreamily. “...can I see you again tomorrow?”

 

But before you could give a response, she had already drifted off to sleep. You gently stroke her hair, quietly amused as your hand encountered the head band you had placed upon her earlier. Quietly, you slip downstairs with Rarity back to the showroom where you can see the machines light up again as soon as she stepped through the door.

 

“So, Anon...” You can feel Rarity's arms wrap around you from behind, a tape measure already within her hand. “What kind of outfit can I interest you in? Or should I just go crazy?”

 

3, 5 or 7 decides

 

>She can go crazy

 

“Y'know Rarity... just go crazy.” You smirk back, but find a little nervousness crawl up your spine at the sight of the predatory look on her face. Being hustled up to the stage, your open robe was stripped off of your shoulders as a variety of fabrics were danced around your form. A variety of already made garments were brought up and pressed against your flesh as well as smaller samples of cloth.

 

“So... where were you two going, Darling?” Rarity asked curiously as she had you try on a tight fitting set of boxer briefs.

 

“Pinkie had asked me to check in on Twilight and Applejack yesterday, so I have to go and tell her they were both alright...” You began as she helped you into a new dress shirt. “Then I had to help Twilight with her research into the Heat... apparently it's affect me differently than everyone else.”

 

“Pinkie can be such a sweetheart sometimes... but what do you mean by 'affecting you differently'?” Rarity asked as you slid on a tight pair of dress pants.

 

“Apparently I can be affected by other people's Heats, I can't actually be infected.” You explain as you struggle with a black bow tie. Rarity stepped in and helped you with it before continuing.

 

“I bet Twilight's eager to hook you up to her machines again...” Rarity hummed a little as she took in your look. Reaching toward one of the floating garments, she plucked out a violet colored vest and placed it on your torso. The hue of the new vest was almost spot on to the pigment of her hair. “She enjoyed it so much the first time... and she's probably right about you being important to her work. Now, what do you think?”

 

Looking in the mirror, you take in the look presented to you. At first glance, you think you resemble a high end bartender in your outfit. But as you look closer, the outfit seemed to hug your form with a certain degree of tightness and the cut of the pants practically drew the eye to your package. Mentally, you amend your initial description to being a bartender in a ladies strip club. Obviously, Rarity's personal tastes had bled into her decision making in terms of your new clothing.

 

You notice Rarity staring at you hopefully, waiting for your response.

 

2, 6 or 0 decides

 

>show her your appreciation kiss her also if you haven't cleaned up after fisting aj do so

 

“Heh... I guess it could grow on me...” You smile at Rarity, before grasping her chin and planting a kiss upon her lips. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she drew you in closer as your tongues wrestled for dominance. With a small sigh, the kiss was broken and you notice Rarity taking a good whiff of your hand.

 

“You still smell like Applejack...” Rarity teased as she took in the scent that still lingered on your hand. You were about to speak when she extended her tongue to trace the length of your finger. “And taste like her, too...”

 

Rarity spend a while just licking Applejack's flavor from your hand in a deliberately slow manner. She seemed to savor the taste for a while before seemingly declaring your hand clean enough and releasing it. She gave you a sultry look as she licked her lips as if seeking out that little bit she'd missed.

 

“Mmm... I'll have to see about drinking from the tap later...” Rarity mused to herself, “But I'm glad you like your new clothes... is there anything else I could help you with before you have to go?”

 

3, 6 or 0 decides

 

>tell her no but ask her to bring herself and aj to twilight's later and you leave to go see pinkie

 

“There is a lot of things I'd love to have you help me with... but nothing that we could do before I had to leave.” You admit with your best charming smile. “Although... we could catch up at Twilight's later, once Applejack's rested. How does that sound?”

 

“It sounds lovely, Darling...” Rarity replied, gently kissing you before escorting you to the door. As you slipped out of the Boutique, you hear her call out after you. “Don't be a stranger... your cow isn't going to knock herself up!”

 

Staring up into the sky, you notice that the sun had already traveled a significant distant down towards the nightfall. The later afternoon air filled your lungs as you headed out, your new shoes clicking on the pavement of the sidewalk as you make your way toward Sugarcube Corner. As you find yourself ever so closer to the bakery, the smell of freshly baked bread slowly began to fill your nostrils. You can see a few people standing in line at the bakery door and a couple leaving with bags filled to the brim with loafs of bread.

 

“Hi! You're orders ready!” Pinkie cheerfully opened the window of the door, passing out a bag of baked goods to the next person in line. The person signed off on a receipt and left after a quiet thanks. Pinkie glanced at the handful of people still in line before catching sight of you and waving you over. “Anon! You're back! Can you give me a hand?”

 

2, 6 or 9 decides

 

>help her

 

As you approach the window, the few people in line seemed reluctant to let you pass until they realized that you were going to be helping fill their orders. The door swung open to permit you to enter the bakery and closed behind you with a firm click.

 

“How were Twilight and Applejack?” Pinkie asked worriedly once the door had been relocked. She was wearing clothes under her apron this time and her hair was covered by kerchief in an attempt to keep her pink locks out of the dough.

 

“They're both fine. Twilight sends her thanks for the muffins and Applejack is currently at Rarity's Boutique.” You explain, following the relieved Pinkie into the back of the bakery. The scent of the baking bread was at it's strongest here and you can see all the ovens alight.

 

“She got her hands on you, didn't she?” Pinkie asked teasingly as she took in your outfit and gave a high pitched whistle. She grabbed an apron from the wall and placed it over your head. Wrapping her arms around you, she tied the apron around your waist and lingered for a moment against your form. Reluctantly, she released you before leading you to the table where an assortment of bowls awaited. “Better roll up your sleeves, Rarity will kill you if she found out you got them dirty before the day is out... or she'll grab the whip!”

 

Pinkie chortled slightly as she began instructing you on the basics of bread baking. Soon you find your inexperienced hands began kneading your first bowl of dough into a workable form.

 

“Are you the only bakery open right now?” You ask as you take in the sheer number of loafs going into the oven.

 

“Yup! We normally wouldn't bake just plain ol' bread but it's the only thing people have been asking about today!” Pinkie chirped as she moved a sheet of risen bread into the oven. “But I guess it will last longer than some of the other stuff we make... we got hit hard this morning as everyone stopped panicking about the Heat and started worrying about food.”

 

“So you started selling anything you could make?”

 

“Not selling.” Pinkie said, before explaining. “Y'see, there's this rule they made back when they first made Ponyville. When we're cut off from everyone, we have all these things we have to do and stuff... what we have to do is keep track of who's getting what and how much and not too much and then the Princess will pay us when this is all over with.”

 

“You haven't been doing this by yourself all day...?”

 

“Nope. Fluttershy helped me out this morning, but she had to leave to take care of her animal friends not too long ago.” Pinkie replied before packing away a bag of bread and taking it to the front.

 

The two of you continued baking for a couple hours until enough of a surplus was made that she wouldn't have to worry about rushing in the morning. As the final customer of the day hurried away with his baked goods, Pinkie closed the window after flipping the sign over to the 'Closed' position.

 

“What a day...” Pinkie yawned as she stretched her entire body. She gave you a sultry smile as you took off the apron and began washing your hands. “So... DID Twilight and Applejack need your... help?”

 

1, 5 or 9 decides

 

 

“Yeah, I did...” You state with a smile as you take a seat on the couch. “Twilight had spent the better part of the afternoon just getting herself off in order to get relief from the Heat. We spent the first part of the night trying to research the Heat before she asked me to take her...”

 

“Did you?” Pinkie asked as she sat down on your lap.

 

“I did. She wasn't under the influence of the Heat and... she wanted it to be me. I couldn't deny her... and I wanted her, too.” You admit with a grin. Looking down at Pinkie, you notice her looking up at you with a curious expression. “I took my time to ensure she enjoyed every second of it... and if her moans were any indication, she did.”

 

“I'm glad that she got to enjoy it... she deserves it.” Pinkie thought aloud, snuggling into your arms.

 

“Yeah... I hope I gave her everything she could ask for.” Trailing off, you remember the sight of Twilight moaning in pleasure beneath you. Then the memory of Applejack in the cattle stall, milking machine hooked up to her breasts surface. “On the other hand... Applejack really surprised me.”

 

“Really? Did something happen?” The baker wondered aloud.

 

“I'm not sure if I should get into specifics but... she wound up being into some really kinky stuff.” You recount. “But it was really hot... and I may have encouraged it a bit, if you know what I mean. And I will never forget just how loud she can get when she's being driven over the edge.”

 

A calm silence fell upon the two of you as you held the voluptuous body against your own. But, unbidden, the words and expressions of Twilight and Applejack came back... the ones that betrayed that they saw you as more than just a temporary lover. Pinkie must have sensed your troubled mood as she tilted her head to look at you.

 

“What else happened?” She asked with uncharacteristic calm.

 

“They both... wanted me. As more than just a one time thing.” You confess. “And I don't think it was the Heat talking either.”

 

“And you're worried about what happens when this Heat stuff ends. Will you be forced to break one of their hearts?” Pinkie continued your line of thought for you. “It's tough... we want everyone to be happy, but that's not an easy thing to do. And you have at least four women to worry about...”

 

“Four?”

 

“Fluttershy... she didn't just show up out of nowhere...” Pinkie admitted, “I wanted her to have her chance with you. Still... I'm pretty sure that she's glad that you didn't take her cherry while she wasn't herself now that I'm thinking about it...”

 

“I just couldn't do it... y'know?” You state and after a moment, you ask the obvious question. “...who's number four?”

 

“Isn't it obvious?” Pinkie turned herself to face you. Her sugary lips touched yours in a gentle embrace before she spoke again. “I have no idea if we can make any of this work... but... do you want to try?”

 

1, 5 or 0 decides

 

>Dash?

 

“Dash?” You say, catching sight of the rainbow haired athlete peering through one of the windows. She gave you a knowing grin as Pinkie gave a small chuckle.

 

“I'm not sure about her... She's never shown an interest in any of the guys I tried to set her up with... but I think she's sweet on you...” Pinkie began thinking aloud. “If you want to bring her into this, I could try to set you two up.”

 

“No need, Pinkie... we met up when I was on the way to Twilight's.” You explain, glancing subtly between Pinkie and Dash. “You could say that she was willing to make an exception for me...”

 

“Hey, someone's been busy!” Pinkie laughed a little as her hand stroked your chest. “I wonder who else you've had fun with... but you didn't ruin Dash for the rest of us, did you? She makes the cutest sounds when I eat her out!”

 

Pinkie didn't seem to be aware that Dash was watching the two of you through the window. Should you tell her or put on a good show for Dash?

 

2, 4 or 8 decides

 

>Put on a good show

 

“I don't think you have anything to worry about...” Sending a gigantic grin to whoever could see you, you tilt your head to plant a passionate kiss upon Pinkie's mouth. You take your time to slowly taste every corner of her mouth as your fingers toyed with the knot of her apron before slowly pulling it loose. The canvas garment fell loose from her chubby figure and she briefly broke the kiss in order to pull it over her head. Her kerchief fell loose with the fabric, releasing her voluminous hair from it's bond.

 

“Someone wants a little sugar, doesn't he?” Pinkie teased, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and tossing it off with a yell. Her large chest jiggled enticingly within the confines of her bra and she briefly pushes your hands away from immediately beginning to grope them. With a sexy smile, she slowly reached behind her to toy with the clasp of her bra and you stare tantalized at her chest. And as tempting as it was for you, it was likely a lot more for the Wonderbolt hopeful watching from the window. Slowly she shrugged off the straps of her bra, before her bosom laid bare before you but not to your guest. Burying your face between her swaying breasts, you spend some time enjoying the feeling even as she wrapped her arms around your head to pull you ever closer. Slowly suckling on her chest, your hands groped their way down to her generous ass. Her denim covered flesh felt supple under your fingers and you can feel her moan at the sensation.

 

With a perky smile, she slowly rose from your lap and danced back a few steps from you. She slowly turned around to present on her round ass to you and bent over to slowly begin sliding her jeans down her legs. She didn't give any indication that she had seen Rainbow Dash who was gazing at her from the corner of the window wish a flushed face. Her breath was starting to fog up the window slightly as you could guess what she was doing. Your attention turned back to Pinkie as her pants were dropped to her feet and she gazed back at you as she grasped the hem of her panties. With agonizing slowness, she rolled the fabric down her hips to reveal her wet honeypot to you. Unaware of when you pulled out your member, you continue to idly stroke it as she began to toy with her soaking cunt. Slowly returning to you, she slowly slid herself down on your member drawing a guttural groan from your throat. She let out a moan as she filled her channel with your cock and her hands running themselves up and down her body. As you thrust up into her hot pussy, she threw her head back and gave out a cry of pleasure as she bucked her body up and down on your lap. Your hands roughly massaged her generous cleavage as she turned her head to claim your lips once more. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the bakery as you instinctively pummel her welcoming tunnel. The slapping was only matched by the loud sounds of delight coming from both of your mouths. You can feel her begin to tighten up around you as her bucking reached a fever pitch, slamming her large ass into your lap every second as she begins to reach her cresendo. Barely holding on any longer than she had, you grip her ever tighter as you pour your seed up into her waiting tunnel.

 

Her ample form relaxed against your body as she gave one more kiss to you... before turning to the window. Her eyes locked with Rainbow Dash's and she raised a hand to beckon her closer in a lazy manner. Embarrassed, Rainbow Dash worked the window open before slipping inside and you can see that she'd pulled her sports bra up and the odd placement of her pants revealed that she's hastily pulled them up. As she approached, you can smell a mix of rain, sweat and arousal coming off of her.

 

“Heh... busted...” Rainbow Dash chuckled a little, not bothering with covering up her erect nipples. “How long did you know?”

 

“Anon here gave it away... “ Pinkie giggled, before pulling Dash in to plant a long, sensual kiss on her lips. Slowly breaking it, she gazed into the athletes eyes. “...but did you hear what we were talking about? About all of us?”

 

“Yeah...” Dash acknowledged, before leaning in to kiss you on the lips. She lingered there, tasting your lips with a slow tenderness before breaking away just enough to look you in the eyes. “And yes.”

 

“Great!” Pinkie cheered. “At least we have you on board for this... now, you were about to join us?”

 

“Yeah... but first...” Rainbow Dash paused to glance at you curiously. “I have to know... what the hell did you do to Gilda?”

 

“Gilda?” The baker repeated with an equally curious look.

 

“Yeah, I saw her drop Anon off at Applejack's place... and I haven't seen her that upbeat in years!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “She was even nice to the other members of the team... nice for her, anyway.”

 

You pause... you could give them a general idea of what went down. Or you could try to paint a better picture of what went down. Or just give them all the details, even the worse parts.

 

2, 5 or 7 decides

 

>Dismiss it

 

“She just needed my help...” You decide not to get into this topic right now.

 

“She sure did! She was far too grumpy for her own good!” Pinkie slid your shaft out of her as she moved over to your side. “Whatever you did to her, keep doing her... it!”

 

“Good one Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash laughed as she settled down on your other side. “I know it took a special guy to catch my eye, but I've never known Gilda to even admit to that!”

 

“Anon seems to disagree with you...” Pinkie teased, taking in your expression. Dash took a glance at you as well, but still seemed unconvinced by Pinkie's words.

 

“Anyway, I believe we were getting into something, weren't we?” Rainbow Dash gave you a naughty smile as she finished pulling off her sports bra. Dropping her track pants to the ground, her hands and knees following suit as she presented her wet folds for your approval.

 

“No panties today?” Pinkie observed with a sultry smile. “That's kind of daring for you...”

 

“Anon's already got them... haven't had a chance to get a new pair.” Dash explained, before giving her own ass a firm slap. “See anything you'd like to try, Anon?”

 

2, 6 or 8 decides what do

 

>pinkie grabs you and sits on your face as dash climbs on your cock

>Have them do this and halfway in dash sticks a fack cock in your ass

 

“I've got an idea!” Pinkie butted in before you had a chance to speak. Grabbing you by the hand, she helped you lay down on the ground of the bakery. Settling above your face, you can see a trace of your seed still clinging to her nether lips before she dropped it over your mouth. Ignoring this fact, you set about thrusting your tongue into her wet womanhood to her vocal delight. After a moment of your work, she turned to address Dash. “Well...? What are you waiting for?”

 

“No clue...” Dash climbed atop you and you can feel her position herself above your hardening shaft. Her wet lips kissing the tip of your member before she slowly sunk her hips down toward your lap. She let out a long moan as her tight folds wrapped around your cock. Her pussy was just a tight as you remembered as she began to rise and drop herself atop your pole with growing enthusiasm. You continue to eat out the recently reamed hole that was covering your face, even as you rock your hips in an attempt to try to match the athletes rhythm. She had already been more than primed from her self enjoyment at the window and she was quickly reaching her peak. The clenching feeling around your shaft intensified as her moans grew in volume as she writhed atop of you. But as much as you thrust into her, you find yourself still a fair distance from your own climax as she slumped forward a little. “... that was quick...”

 

“That's what he said.” Pinkie teased, before another cry of pleasure left her throat. “You gonna finish him, right?”

 

“Yeah... hey Pinkie...” You can feel your still hard member slip from her hot pussy as she leaned in to whisper something to Pinkie. A vaguely affirmative sound came from Pinkie before you can feel her lift herself off of you entirely. Trying to peer at where she was going, you quickly find Pinkie grinding herself against your face insistently. Soon, the sound of footsteps announced the return of Dash and you continue eagerly bringing Pinkie closer to her own edge as you ponder what was in store. You feel yourself being relieved of your lower garments before you feel her settle between your legs.

 

“Hey, Anon... wanna try something new?” Rainbow Dash asked rhetorically, as she lifted your hips up. Then you feel something hard and lubed pressing against your ass and as you begin to squirm, Pinkie grinds into your face even harder to demand your return to your duties. Judging by how Dash was holding you, you can only guess that she had pulled a strap on from somewhere. The pressure being placed on your asshole was insistent, but not rough and slowly you find your cheeks being parted by the toy. The previously unknown sensation of the toy beginning to fill you ass wasn't as unpleasant as you had feared it would be and you find yourself not minding it as you continue to drink deeply of Pinkie's fluids.

 

As you feel Dash's hips contact yours, the fullness in your ass a foreign pleasure that was only enhanced as she reached up to begin stroking your member. A loud cry of passion announced the fluids flowing into your mouth as Pinkie writhed atop you in climax. After a moment, she allowed herself to slip off of your face to lie at your side.

 

Permitted to see her, Dash was enthusiastically thrusting the toy in and out of your ass while sliding her hand around your shaft. The embarrassing moans issuing from your mouth weren't muted any longer as her flush faced stared down at you with a smile. As her thrust sped up, so did her pumping fist as you were driven closer and closer to the edge before you gave a loud groan. Your speed spurted into her cupped hand to slowly drip back down on your cock before she raised her hand to her face. She gave your semen an experimental sniff before licking it off her hand.

 

“So... did you like it?” Rainbow Dash smiled down at you as she slowly slid the toy out of your anus.

 

2, 7 or 0 decides

 

>don't say anything but she knows you did from your expression

 

A pregnant pause followed as you tried desperately to find a way out of avoiding admitting to liking having your ass plowed by her. She leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, the toy obscenely tapping itself against your body.

 

“Don't worry, you don't have to say... we both already know...” Dash hummed as she leaned against your body.

 

“It's not weird, it's just something you like.” Pinkie curled up by your side. The three of you lay there for a while before you noticed the dimming light entering through the window. It wouldn't be too long before you had to help Twilight again... but you still had some time if you wanted to remain here.

1, 5 or 9 decides

 

>should probably eat I don't think he had a meal since breakfast

 

The long silence was broken as a long growl as issued from your stomach before your group collectively gave a bout of small laughter.

 

“Did someone forget to eat lunch?” Pinkie asked as her giggle fit ended. She sat up and rubbed your stomach gently before standing up and heading toward the kitchen with a certain sway in her step. “I'll fix something up for you... just don't come in before I'm ready...”

 

You gave a slightly confused nod as your eyes followed her out of the room and you wait on the floor. Rainbow Dash laid next to you, holding you close even as the sex toy prodded at your thigh. It didn't bother you as much as you thought it would, especially as the rest of the body melded close to you. Her lips brushed against yours as you spend a long moment just enjoying each others company.

 

“Come in~!” A sing-songy voice echoed out from the kitchen after a while. Both you and Rainbow Dash hesitatingly got to your feet and headed in to chow down.

 

On the other side, Pinkie laid splayed out on the table surrounded by bowls of various fruits and containers of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Her naked torso was covered by relatively intricate designs made with the chocolate syrup and her nipples and bush were covered by a thick layer of the whipped cream. Fruit dotted the designs, from strawberries and cherries to even sliced apples and you wonder how she managed to set this up by herself.

 

“Well...?” Pinkie leaned her head up with a sultry smile. “Does it look tasty?”

 

1, 5 or 9 decides reaction and next action

 

>Thank her and say it looks great

 

“It looks delicious...” You smirk at her as you take a place at one of her sides. Glancing over, you see Rainbow Dash settling on the other side of the baker with a hungry expression. Gazing down at the chubby platter, you find yourself filled with both kinds of hunger.

 

“I'm starving...” Rainbow Dash stated as she picked up a strawberry from Pinkie's exposed belly. She slowly traced it up the exposed flesh, covering it in chocolate sauce and whipped cream before slowly tracing circles around her nipple. Finally, she raised the sweet treat to her lips and took a small bite out of it. Instead of consuming the entire fruit, she returned the bitten treat to grab another dollop of cream from Pinkie's tit.

 

“Hehe... do you like double dipping, Dash?” Pinkie giggled as the fruit was scraped against her nipple again. “Aren't you going to dig in, Anon?”

 

“If you insist...” You begin, grabbing a sliced apple from her torso and beginning to trace it downwards. She gave a giggle as you trace the edge of the slice around her belly button before sliding it further downwards toward her nethers. Slowly sliding it through her pubic hair, you let it run down her slit as her giggles dissolved into a low groan. Bringing the treat up to your lips, you savor the flavor of the crisp fruit. “Delicious.”

 

The next sliced apple traced it's way down her pudgy stomach again, this time you thrust the fruit into her wet tunnel and gather up the sweet syrup that had begun to drip from there. Taking a sizable bit from it, you enjoy the sweetness mixed with the taste of her arousal. Double dipping it into her womanhood, you bring the apple slice up to her lips and allowed her to take a bite as well. Her lips caught your fingers as she drew in your fingers to suck on them.

 

Slowly the fruit on her torso depleted, before the fruit on the bowls followed suit as you and Rainbow Dash consumed the sweet treats on offer. As the syrup and cream disappeared from her flesh, Pinkie reached over for the canisters to squeeze out a fresh amount onto her flesh. But you were more interested in her own natural syrup as you toyed with her womanhood using the offered fruit and savoring her flavor on your tongue. Finally, the fruit ran out and the two of you spend some time just licking the last of the sweetness from her flesh.

 

“Heh... I'm all wet... and sticky...” Pinkie moaned as she traced her hands over her glistening torso. One of her hands moved it's way down to her groin, toying with wet folds. Although your stomach was full, perhaps you were still hungry?

 

2, 4 or 8 decides

 

>she grabs whip cream out of nowhere and spreads it over her pussy

 

“You're still hungry, aren't you?” Pinkie smiled naughtily, swinging her legs over the side of the table. Grabbing the can of whipped cream, she spread a thick layer of the sweet substance all over her groin before pressing the nozzle against her entrance to put a spritz of it into her folds. “Dig in...”

 

You don't need any encouragement as you take a seat between her thighs and gaze down at her cream covered cunt. Running your tongue over her sweet pussy, you find yourself with a large amount of juice and cream upon your tongue. A low groan echoed from her throat as you dig your tongue deeper into her tunnel to begin gathering the cream that had made it's way within. Licking your lips of the sweet substance and the cream, you continue cleaning her sensitive region as her fingers ran their way through your hair. The white substance slowly gave way to sticky flesh and hair. Searching through her writhing flesh, you try to extract what little remained of the cream until you could feel her begin to tense up. With a writhing scream, another flood of her sweet fluids entered your mouth as you drank greedily of her.

 

Pinkie Pie laid back, an expression of bliss upon her face as she trembled upon the kitchen table with her hands still gently kneading her breasts. Glancing over, you can see Rainbow Dash sitting on the edge of a counter with a hand burying itself between her legs and the other roughly massaging and pinching her breast. She was already on edge as her stifled moans were now audible over Pinkie's as she pistoned her fingers in and out of the quivering pussy. An arched back and a long moan signaled her climax as she leaned back against the wall. A blushing face stared at you as she brought the soaked hand up to her lips to take a taste of her own fluids. You wonder if you have enough time to have a taste of her as well...

 

1, 5 or 9 decides

 

>Push the notion out of your mind and give pinkie a goodbye peck on the lips

 

You stand and begin to turn toward Rainbow Dash when you glance the sky outside the window. Twilight, the time of day that is, was rapidly approaching and you recall your agreement to help Celestia's student with her research into the Heat. The athlete looked toward the window and immediately realized what you were thinking.

 

“Twilight needed your help again, didn't she?” Dash looked a little disappointed, sitting up on the counter.

 

“Yeah... we got distracted last night so we weren't able to do the tests this morning.” You explain, a little embarrassed at having to cut this short. Leaning down over Pinkie Pie, you plant a kiss upon her lips and you find yourself lingering on the baker's lips for a while. Finally breaking the lip lock, you smile down at the pink haired woman. “I'll see you later...”

 

“I know you will...” Pinkie smiled sultry up at you, reaching up to stroke the side of your face.

 

Turning to face Rainbow Dash, you find her arms wrapping around your shoulders and her lips being jammed against yours. She enthusiastically wrestled her tongue against yours as she ground herself against you before finally releasing you. She smirked up at you before speaking, “See ya later, Anon...”

 

Having given your parting words, you smile as Pinkie grabs the can of whipped cream again and gave Dash a naughty smile. Leaving them to their fun, you leave Sugar Cube Corner and step out into the evening air. Taking a deep breath, you ponder the path to Twilight's Library... you could head straight there or take the scenic route...

 

3 or 7 decides

 

>The the scenic route.

 

Deciding that the night was still decisively young, you begin taking one of the more meandering paths that connected the bakery and the library. Letting your feet decide, you take in the sights of the changed Ponyville. The sounds of moans still echoed through the night, but the sound of more casual voices began to accompany them.

 

You see a few people wandering the streets, some wearing outfits racier than others. Glancing into an alley, you spot a man fucking a woman against the far wall as she gave out moans of delight. You can't seem to make out who the woman is from this angle, but her voice sounds familiar to you. Getting closer would be the only way to be sure, but you aren't sure if you should.

 

In the distance, you think you see a figure slumped against a wall. It seemed to be wearing the armor of the Guard, but the unisex nature of the armor prevented you from casually identifying the gender of the individual. They seemed to be out of it, so it should be a relatively easy task to avoid them if you don't want to make contact with them.

 

Suddenly, you hear music in the distance and you strain your ears in an attempt to locate where it was coming from. After a moment, you think you've got a good idea where it was coming from, but it would take you off the beaten path and away from the library. You would be late to your meeting with Twilight if you did anything but drop in to see what was happening.

 

Otherwise, you could just continue on your way to Twilight's Library...

 

1 or 5 decides

 

>investigate but do not engage with anyone\

 

Deciding to investigate the more local occurrences, you first stealthily make your way down the alleyway toward the amorous couple. Getting closer you can finally make out the identity of the woman in question. Derpy Hooves was currently pressed up against the brick wall with her mail bag forgotten nearby. Her shirt had been pulled up to allow her partner to gain a firm grip upon her cleavage and her shorts were pooled around her feet. She moaned lewdly as her partner rammed her from behind, the distinct sound of wet flesh against flesh slapping filling the alleyway. Her partner you were less familiar with, a gentleman with brown hair that you think you've seen around City Hall a lot. Dr... something?

 

Suddenly, Derpy twisted around to plant a passionate kiss upon her partner's lips and you fear that she spotted you in the process. It was kind of hard to tell with her, but if she saw you she gave no indication that she had done so. Still, it had been close enough that you briefly lose your nerve and you silently slip back out of the alley.

 

Once back out on the street, you begin heading down the street and you start to pass the figure before. Your curiosity got the better of you as try to give a stealthy glance at the Guard that was slumped against the wall. You weren't as cautious as you thought you were, because the Guard immediately met your gaze after a half second. Now close enough to get a good look at them, the softer curve of the face gave evidence to either a Guardwoman... or a very effective trap. The distinct crimson shade ringing her eyes betrayed her on-coming Heat.

 

“...do it...” Her voice sounded more resigned than lusty, fully aware of what was coming and unable to resist it for much longer. “...just... get it over with...”

 

3 or 7 decides

 

>Give her a rim job

 

You stare at her for a moment, before kneeling down next to her and grasping her chin. Leaning down, you try to place a kiss on her lips but she shook her head, unwilling to give up anymore than she had to. The Guard of Equestria were filled with proud and stoic men and women from all across the land, but the woman in front of you seemed to have had all the pride stripped from her. Behind her eyes, you could sense the tears of someone who really didn't want this to happen but was powerless to stop it.

 

A part of you implored you to just leave her there and never look back. But another pointed out that it was just a matter of time before the Heat drove her crazy or someone less scrupulous than you came along. Suddenly, an idea occurs to you...

 

You begin fumbling with her armor and with a sigh she had to help you remove the bottom segments of her armor. After finally exposing her bare bottom, she got on all fours and steadfastly refused to look back at you. Unwilling to let you see her face when you performed the deed she believed that you were about to perform. She was trembling as she buried her face into her arms as you moved behind her and she braced herself for what was coming.

 

It didn't come. Instead, you grasp her buttocks in your hands and slowly spread them to reveal her brown star. Taking a moment, you run your tongue up the crack and she squirmed at the unexpected sensation.

 

“W-What are you doing? Just get it over with!” The Guardwoman growled, but you ignored her in favor of continuing to lap at her ass crack. You slowly trace your tongue around her puckered asshole and an unbidden moan slowly escaped from her lips. She shifted to undo one of leather straps of her gauntlet and she bit down on it hard to prevent any other such sounds from escaping her. Beginning to press the tip of your tongue against the dark star, it slowly slid into her darkest reaches. The taste was rancid, but you endured as she slowly began to writhe under you ministrations and you can hear her involuntary moans make their way around the makeshift gag. It didn't seem like it alone would put her over the edge, though. Reaching up, you begin to toy with the surface of her wet pussy while the continue to tongue her anus. The extra simulation was quickly pushing her over the edge and you can feel her entire body tense up as she bit down hard on the leather strap. Your fingers were coated with her fluids as she rode out her passion on the street.

 

After a moment, she raised her hips again to permit you to finish the job but you remained still after removing your tongue from her ass. She remained in place for a little longer before she hesitatingly looked back at you.

 

“What are you waiting for?” She asked after a moment.

 

“That should've taken the edge off... do you want this?” You ask, staring down at her.

 

“...it is better...” The Guardwoman admitted quietly, before falling silent. “...no... I don't want this...”

 

“Then, let's not...” You state, gaining a shocked look from her. Taking a seat by the wall, you pat the spot next to you and she hesitatingly took a seat there.

 

“Why?”

 

“The Heat may be doing a lot of things to us...” The reply came naturally. “But it's our choice whether or not we become beasts.”

 

“I thought everyone had gone sex crazy in here...” She admitted, “I didn't realize that there were still sane people around.”

 

“Sane people?” You question. “We're all still sane once we've taken care of our new urges.”

 

The expression on her face suggested that she had no idea what you were talking about. You spend a while explaining what you knew about the situation.

 

“That's not what we were told...” The Guardwoman said after you finished. “When we were sent in, we were told that everyone that had succumbed would be in a permanent sex crazed state.”

 

“Sent in?”

 

“Yes. Princess Celestia wanted boots on the ground to determine first hand the situation. We were sent in for reconnaissance... had a bunch of special equipment to counter this Heat. But I was compromised...” The Guard looked down at the ground. “The Lieutenant said he'd come back to check on me... but I haven't seen him since. And the Guards at the Quarantine border were... doing their jobs.”

 

You pause to consider the information you've received. It seemed like there was a lot of misinformation about what was going on outside the Quarantine zone. Your thoughts were broken by the Guard once more.

 

“Is Princess Celestia's student still in control of herself?” You nodded in affirmation to her question. “Then she's our best bet right now... do you mind taking me to her?”

 

4 or 8 decides

 

>carry her to twi

 

“No problem at all... I was heading to meet with her anyway.” You stand up and brush yourself off. You turn to witness her sliding her bottom garments back on. You stare transfixed as the armor was strapped back to her form and briefly ponder the design of the armor. From what you'd briefly seen, she wasn't without a figure but the armor gave no indication of her gender. Was magic involved somehow?

 

“Let's move out, then...” The Guardwoman paused as she realized something. “I almost forgot... I am Flare Watcher. And you are?”

 

“Anonymous.”

 

“You're the one who appeared in that magical incident, right?” Flare asked. After you nod an affirmation, she took a good look at you. “You do realize that there are still scholars in Canterlot that are still trying to puzzle out where you came from...”

 

“At this point I've given up on finding out where I came from...” You shrug as you consider your past for a moment. “I've got a steady job, a roof over my head and all the friends I could ask for... so I've stopped worrying about it.”

 

“But don't you sometimes wonder?”

 

“Sometimes... but I've got a pretty sweet deal going on here... at least, until this Heat business started.” The memory of waking up in a strange new Ponyville rose unbidden in your mind. Followed by the memory of your threesome with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. “Actually, it's still pretty sweet... at least until we start dealing with the fallout of this.”

 

“Yeah... this will be a colossal cluster fuck by the time this is all over.” She agreed before you approached her. She raised an eyebrow before you enjoy the brief look of confusion in her eyes as you attempt to scoop her up in your arms. Attempt, partly because the weight of her armor threw off your balance briefly and you nearly stumble forward. And her first response to being grabbed was to almost slug you in the face, but she pulled it at the last second when she realized what you were trying. Struggling a little bit, you manage to heft her into your arms and she stares bemused at you. “I appreciate the thought, but this is completely unnecessary... and you'll hurt yourself if you try.”

 

Part of you agrees and wants to just let her walk beside you on the way to Twilight's... the other part of you feels that your masculinity has been offended and that you should try to continue carrying her.

 

What do?

 

3 or 7 decides

 

>she says she can't walk

>offer to carry her to twi

 

You stare down at her, unwilling to acknowledge the possibility that maybe you couldn't carry a Guard wearing a full set of armor. She gave a sigh as you take a few unsteady steps down the road and gave you a half-bemused, half-concerned look at your attempt to give yourself a hernia.

 

“Wait a moment. Set me down...” She sounded insistent and you grudgingly set her back down on her feet. “Alright, you are a little stronger than the average person but I'm in gear right now. If you really want to try impressing me, than do this the smart way. Alright, put your right leg between mine... no funny ideas.”

 

Shifting your leg between her legs, you await her further instruction.

 

“This is easier since I'm awake, but this is also a good way to transport an unconscious person. Getting them to the standing position is the tricky part. Now, grab my right hand and pull it over your left shoulder.” Flare allowed you to manipulate her body with little resistance, carefully watching how you did it. “Now wrap your arm around my right knee... then squat down and pull me up onto your shoulders.”

 

With a grunt, you manage to pull the armored guard up onto your shoulders. The armor was still heavy, but the weight of it was distributed across your shoulders instead of just relying on your arm strength. She pressed her right wrist into the hand that was looped around her leg and you instinctively grab it.

 

“This is the Fireman's carry. Not as romantic, but you'll be able to carry me a lot further. And you even have a free hand to work with.” Flare said, allowing herself to settle across your shoulders. “Now, we were on our way to Twilight Sparkle's residence?”

 

---

 

It took a little doing, but you find yourself in front of the library. You were a little out of breath, but you were in much better shape than you would've been had you tried to do the bridal carry. As you set her down at the entrance, you feel like your masculinity had been better preserved than either of the other options. The odd looks you had received on the way not withstanding.

 

“Thank you, sir.” Flare Watcher said as she stretched a little after her ride.

 

Staring at the door, you could knock to announce your presence or try to determine if she's... indisposed before bringing in your new friend.

 

6 or 9 decides

 

>suplex her onto the table

 

You suddenly acquire the urge...

 

The urge to suplex someone through a table!

 

Glancing around, you search the local area for a table to suplex Flare Watcher through. Unfortunately, this wasn't a wrestling arena and thus there weren't any tables out in the open for you to make use of. There weren't even any folding chairs to hit her over the head with!

 

The closest thing that didn't require you to go into a building was a bench across the road. But how to get her over there? Just dragging her over there wasn't an option if you wanted the element of surprise on your side. And no chairs to hit her over the head with to daze her long enough to force her.

 

“Hello? Anon?” Flare Watcher waved a hand in front of your face, apparently curious about why you suddenly drifted off. “Is something the matter?”

 

What do?

 

3 or 7 decides

 

>reconsider

 

“It's nothing. Just a stupid idea...” Really? What were you thinking? You aren't a professional fighter and she was a member of the Equestrian Guard. Even if she could be taken by surprise, she'd likely kick your ass regardless.

 

“Stupid idea?”

 

“It's nothing.” You pound your fist on the door to the library, cutting off the remainder of the conversation.

 

“Anon? Is that you?” Twilight's voice could be heard on the other side of the door.

 

“Yeah! I've got a member of the Guard with me, too!” You announce loudly through the door. The sound of movement on the other side of the door preceded the sound of the lock unlatching.

 

“Come in!” Twilight's smiling face greeted you as the door swung open. She planted a quick kiss upon your lips before stepping aside to permit the two of you to enter. You notice Flare give you a questioning look, but didn't say anything as she bowed her head to Twilight on the way in. As the two of you entered through to portal, you can see Rarity and Applejack sitting around the table having coffee.

 

“Howdy, Anon!” Applejack gave a warm smile as she saw you. Despite the fact that her previous clothing had likely already been washed, she was still wearing the cowgirl outfit you'd seen her in last. She'd traded in the head band for the hat band combo to permit her to wear her trademark hat. You find yourself gazing down to stare at the tail still poking out of her ass and as she realized what you were looking at, she found herself staring down into her drink with a heavy flush on her face.

 

“Good Evening, Darling!” Rarity gave you a sultry smile over her cup. She was wearing a cream colored blouse and a black skirt that ended just above her knees. You can't help but get the gut feeling that there was more to her outfit than was immediately. “Who's your new friend?”

 

“Good Evening. I am Flare Watcher of the Equestrian Guard.” The Guardwoman introduced herself with a bow of her head. “And you are Twilight Sparkle, yes? And two of the Elements of Harmony?”

 

“Yes, I'm Twilight Sparkle. This is Applejack and Rarity.” The two women in turn nodded as Twilight introduced them. “I wasn't expecting to hear back from Canterlot so soon, though. Did you bring back the texts I requested?”

 

It looked like Twilight and Flare were about to get into the nitty gritty of the situation. You could stick around and participate in the conversation to see if you could pick up some interesting tidbits about what was going on. Or you could join Rarity and Applejack at the table and see how they were doing.

 

2, 6 or 8 decides

 

>go to rarity and applejack

 

“Care for a cup of coffee, Sugarcube?” Applejack invited you over to the table with a wave. Giving Twilight a quick peck on the cheek, she smiled at you before you headed over to the table. Settling down between Applejack and Rarity, you find a mug being placed in front of you as a glowing pot began pouring it's contents into it.

 

“How are you ladies doing?” You try to sound suave.

 

“A little sore, but feelin' great...” Applejack responded, shifting in her seat slightly before taking a long drink of her black coffee. “Little sore that yah weren't there when ah woke up, but ah knew ya had to be off.”

 

“You didn't seem to mind the wake up call I gave you...” Rarity's teasing voice came from your other side. Applejack found the contents of her mug very interesting as her face was covered by a heavy flush.

 

“Y'know... Ah used to be a good ol' girl before tha two of ya got a hold of me...” Applejack stated before finishing off her mug. “But now ya got me prancing about town in this get up and what not.”

 

“Darling... you are hardly the only one cutting lose lately. Everyone's using the Heat as an excuse to try doing things they'd never do otherwise.” Rarity replied evenly. “And you did have the chance to...”

 

Applejack quickly hushed Rarity before she could complete that sentence. A lull in the conversation followed and you briefly wonder if you should introduce a new topic or just let it flow from her. You can hear Twilight and Flare carry on in the background, sounding vaguely confused and concerned about something. Of course, you could do something else entirely...

 

3 or 7 decides

 

>eat out flare in front of the two

 

A long moan interrupted any further conversation as you see Flash Watcher suddenly become slightly weak kneed. The Guardwoman had to be helped to a seat in one of the library's chairs by the concerned librarian.

 

“Are you alright? Is it the Heat?” Twilight hovered concerned around Flare's panting form. She lifted the helmet from the flushed looking Guard, revealing her blue hair. Lifting one of her eyes lids, Twilight peered deeply into her eye as the gentle glow of her magic surrounded her head. “...do you have a preference to... take care of it...?”

 

“...Anon helped me before...” Flare quietly admitted, staring at you with a flushed look on her face. “Can... can you help me like you did before?”

 

“Certainly...” You nod as she began to doff just enough of her armor to allow you access to her nether region. “Are you really comfortable like that?”

 

“Yes... it's just... never mind, let's just get to it.” She clammed up a little as she slipped off her practical set of panties. You pause to consider her flushed face before kneeling between her legs and take in the moistening lips of her sex. Glancing up, you notice that was refusing to look down at you as you take your first, tentative taste of her womanhood. A low moan was your reward as you feel her tremble slightly under your tongue and you dug in further eager to hear more. As the moisture started flowing more easily, you see Twilight staring intently at the scene with a blushing face. Eager to put on a good show, you throw yourself back into the hot cunt being presented to you. A heavy gauntlet rested on your head as you pierced her folds with the tip of your tongue before tracing it against the top of her tunnel and up to her clit. Sucking on the love button, you enjoy the long moan that was being forced from her lips.  The sound of her trying to rub her chest through one of the remaining pieces of armor she was wearing. The hand atop your head pressed your face even harder into her quivering mound as she ascended her peak and she bit down hard on the heavy leather of her armored hand to prevent a cry from ringing out. You eagerly lap up the fluids gushing from her tunnel as her body arched under you ministrations and continued to do so as she slowly fell from such heights.

 

“T-thank you...” Flare weakly muttered, looking a little ashamed at what was happening to her. Both Applejack and Rarity were leaning over to get a better look, their faces flushed at the sight of you doing your work. Twilight wasn't much better, having had a first row seat at your show.

 

It looks like Flare has come back down from her heat... what should you do next?

 

3 or 0 decides

 

>Get back to why we're here. Those tests are important

 

“Do you need more...?” You ask as you lick your lips, savoring the flavor upon them.

 

“No, I'm good.” Flare responded, still looking flushed from the experience but in control of herself. She seemed all to eager to cover herself back up as she scooped her panties back up and slide them back up her legs. “Do you mind... giving me a moment, please?”

 

“Sure...” You respond before turning to Twilight. “Were you ready to do those tests?”

 

“Yes...” Twilight looked a little concerned about Flare, but directed you toward the basement stairs. You notice Rarity stand and head toward Flare with a fresh cup of coffee and a sympathetic smile before they disappeared from view. “...do you think that she... has someone?”

 

“...maybe. She didn't say either way...” You admit, pondering the shamed look that appeared on Flare's face after the pleasure had receded. “It can't be helped, though...”

 

“Let's just consider it an incentive to try to find a way to fix this... for everyone like us who are happy with the way things are, there are plenty of people who weren't so lucky.” Twilight guided you to a chair sat in a clear box with a variety of machines surrounding it. Having a seat, you wait patiently as she pasted sensors on your head and other portions of your body. “This is a magically insulated box... it will allow me to take readings from you, without contaminating the results due to my own infection. After we have your baseline, we can move onto the next step...”

 

“Which is...?”

 

“I will... attempt to infect you.” Twilight said with a slight blush on her face. “And try to get a reading on what your magical core is doing to resist it... it will take a while to get the baseline measured, so please be patient until then.”

 

With that, Twilight closed the door to your transparent room and took a seat at the monitor. The machine was already spitting out a long sheet of paper covered in information into a waiting container. You wonder if it would be alright to strike up a conversation with Twilight during the test or if you should just sit and bear with it.

 

5 or 0 decides

 

>resign to your fate

 

Deciding to just sit and bear with it, you settle down as comfortably as possible in the chair as the machines did their work. Twilight seemed to not mind the silence as she carefully studied the readouts being produced by her equipment but you found yourself shifting around in your seat as time passed. The raging hard-on pressing against your pants didn't help, the reminder of Flare Watcher's flavor still lingering on your lips. The silk fabric of your new boxers did little to calm the hardness of you member and you quietly understand Rarity's fascination with the fabric.

 

A slight humming reached your ears and you turn to look at Twilight. A pencil flicked itself over a notepad while occasionally moving over to mark off a point of the paper flowing off the machine. Her face held a beautiful smile as she hummed slightly to herself, completely engrossed in the joy of discovering something interesting and new. You aren't sure how long you stared at her before the machine issued a beep and the flow of paper paused. She ran a penknife across the long sheet, separating it from the next set of data and carefully ensuring it was nearly folded into it's bin. Replacing the bin with another, she stood up and briefly you caught her eyes. She blushed a little bit at your attention before turning to head back upstairs before pausing.

 

“Anon... I know that professionalism requires me to get Applejack or Rarity down here to do this next step but...” Twilight stepped up to the door of the clear chamber. She pressed her hand against the glass and she stared at you with a heavily flushed face. “You don't mind if I try to infect you myself... right?”

 

2 or 8

 

>Why not all three of them?

>Bueno

 

“Y'all don't have to have to have it one way or the other...” Applejack's voice echoed down the stairs, interrupting the two of you. “Although Twi' can certainly have first dibs.”

 

Both you and Twilight looked up to see Applejack and Rarity descending the stairs, the swaying of their hips oddly synchronized as they joined you the basement lab. You can see Flare Watcher at the top of the stairs, staring down with a slightly flushed face.

 

“I'll... I'll stand watch up here.” Flare finally said, before closing the door behind her.

 

“Y-you guys...” Twilight began uncertainly began before Rarity silenced her with a kiss.

 

“I know this is kind of intimidating, Darling... “ Rarity stroked Twilight's face gently, before trailing her hand down to grope her chest tenderly through her shirt. “But if we're going to make this work, we have to share more than just Anon...”

 

“Jus' relax...” Applejack cooed into Twilight's ear as she approached from behind. “Rarity's a natural at this... Ah certainly wasn't expectin' her to change mah opinion on it either.”

 

“Her cider is delicious, by the way... And I'm not talking about the product made from apples, either.” Rarity grinned as she began to kiss her way down Twilight's neck. The egghead could only moan helplessly as the seamstress began undoing her shirt, button by button. Her lilac bra was exposed as Applejack helped by pulling off the covering piece of clothing and tossing it to the side. You want to leave the clear prison, but Applejack firmly presses her strong hand against the door.

 

“Hold yer horses, Anon...” Applejack removed the hand to begin running it's rough surface over Twilight's soft skin. “Jus' let us warm her up fer yah.”

 

“Besides, Darling, you aren't going anywhere until you're unhooked from that machine...” Rarity teased slightly and as you pull against the wires, you realize that the glued on sensors wouldn't permit you to leave the transparent container's door. Reluctantly, you sit back down on your seat to just watch the show.

 

Rarity had already helped Twilight out of her bra and was suckling on one of her nipples. Applejack was uncertainly groping the other, seemingly unsure of how well she was doing until Rarity gave her an approving nod. The librarian could only writhe in growing pleasure as her skirt fell around her ankles only to be followed by her panties. Rarity knelt before the quivering librarian and began running her tongue over her moistening nether region while Applejack continued to rub her modest bust. Twilight's eyes were almost unfocused as she moaned at the skill of Rarity's tongue. The student weakly leaned against Applejack's strong form as she was forced closer and closer to the edge until she threw her head back and issued a loud scream. The fashionista eagerly lapped up the fluids that were gushing from Twilight as she twitched under her ministrations.

 

“Did I go too far...?” Rarity asked teasingly up at Twilight, who could only moan weakly in response. “Don't relax too much, Anon is still waiting for his turn...”

 

Twilight nodded dreamily as Applejack and Rarity helped her back to the door. Eagerly, you unveil your hard shaft as the door opens and they back her into the chamber. Standing, you grab her around the waist and kissed the back of her neck, then her lips as she twisted to meet your ravishing mouth. The tip of your member found it's way easily to her soaking hole and she gave out a loud moan as you slid yourself into her tight tunnel. She leaned forward against the door and it briefly gave way before Applejack braced it long enough to latch it. The two looked at each other and gave a small chuckle at the situation before the sensation of your slowly withdrawing your member drew her attention to the task at hand. As you begin to thrust into the wanting woman in front of you, you are both briefly distracted again as Applejack found herself pressed against the clear material of the door.

 

“Don't think I've forgotten about you, Cow...” Rarity punctuated her statement with a solid strike against the exposed flesh of Applejack's ass. “Now stay right there while I put on something more comfortable... no peaking.”

 

Rarity took a few steps back while Applejack obediently continued to remain in her bent over position, staring into Twilight's face. You can only imagine that her face was twisted in ecstasy as you continue to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. Over the two bent over forms, you can see Rarity slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. You raise an eyebrow as the garment revealed what seemed to be a black latex corset that hugged her every curve of her body. But the garment went much lower than a corset normally would and as she undid the clasp of her skirt you can see it extending down to cover her groin while leaving her hips exposed. Two things immediately stood out as she stepped out of her skirt: First, was the zipper that hid her womanhood and the second was the strap on hanging loosely between her thighs. It hadn't been fully strapped to her hips but that was likely just so she could hide it under her skirt. With a smirk, she tightens it up and brings it up to it's full mast and approached Applejack from behind.

 

“Are you ready, Cow?” Rarity didn't wait for a response as she reached forward and grabbed a hold of Applejack's cow print top. Yanking it up, she allowed Applejack's cleavage to bounce briefly before she seized a hold of her generous bust and began mauling them in her hands. The cowgirl moaned loudly as the fashionista twisted and pinched her nipples before her eyes shot open as Rarity allowed the tip of her toy to brush against her cloth covered pussy. She gave a loud, lewd moan as her panties were pushed to the side and the toy slid between her nether lips.

 

You and the fashionista share an infectious grin as both of you continue plowing your respective partners closer into the transparent door and each other. The wet sound of flesh against flesh began to take on an fast, but even tempo as the pair of women were forced to look into each others eyes as they were sent closer and closer toward their inevitable peaks. As your own thrusts began to pick up their pace, Rarity began punctuating her own with a series of solid slaps to Applejack's exposed hindquarters. The duet of moans began reaching their crescendo as they writhed under the attention paid to them, their hands pressing against opposite sides of the barrier and just before they reached their climax they even futility tried to kiss each other through it. You can feel Twilight tighten up around she gave her loudest scream yet, right before you spill your seed into her belly. On the other side of the barrier, you can see Applejack in similar straits as she slumped against the door panting and sweaty. Rarity grinned at you from above her, her own face slightly flushed from the exertion.

 

After a moment of resting, your still active cock buried in Twilight, you look up to see Rarity looking at you with a questioning look. She silently mouthed the word 'Next?' and you realize she was asking if you were ready for her or Applejack. Next, Rarity reached down a placed a hand under Applejack's chin and lifted it so you could see her flushed face as if offering her to you.

 

What do?

 

4 or 8 decides

 

>Time to breed our cow,yes?

 

You nod at her with a smile before leaning over Twilight again to grasp her lips with yours again. Lingering there, you only release her at the sound of the door opening and her gaze met with Applejack's on the other side. Pulling herself loose of your shaft, she initially didn't say anything as she weakly stared the cowgirl down with an unreadable expression.

 

Without warning or preamble, Twilight jumped up to wrap her arms around Applejack's shoulders and pulled her down into a kiss. You stand there transfixed at the sight of the librarian vigorously kissing the farm girl even as Rarity gave an appreciative smile at the sight.

 

“Now what was that about, Twi...?” Applejack asked after her lips had been released.

 

“I kept telling myself I was okay with this sharing thing... but I had to know for sure.” Twilight responded, her arms still wrapped around the cowgirl.

 

“And...?” Applejack couldn't get anything more else as Twilight planted another kiss on her lips. As they parted again, they shared a knowing smile before Twilight turned back to you and pressed her lips against yours.

 

“Anonymous... I love you.” Twilight met your eyes without hesitation as she said those words, her hand pressed to your chest. “I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work... just be sure to treat my friends just as well as you treat me. Accounting for taste of course...”

 

“Twilight, I...” The words were cut off as Twilight pressed her lips against yours again, and your tongues duel once more. As she broke away, she pressed a finger against your lips and stepped out of the chamber and allowing Applejack to enter. She gave an impish smile before delivering a slap to the cowgirl's ass as she passed by. The blonde woman gave a slight gasp at the sensation before grinning at the librarian.

 

“Y'all ready ta saddle up, Anon?” Applejack asked huskily as she straddled your lap, the hardness of your member pressing against the strip of fabric trying desperately to slide back over her womanhood. You almost want to turn her around and take her from behind but you catch Rarity's mischievous smile as she stroked her false phallus.

 

“I sure am...” You smirk at her and slide the fabric back out of the way to set the tip of your cock against her hot tunnel. Grabbing a firm grip on her hips, you controlled her descent as her weight began to drive her down onto your shaft. A low, throaty moan issued from her lips  as her bush met yours and she wrapped her arms around your head to push your face into her bosom.

 

“Been waitin' for this... fer ya to claim me properly...” Applejack whispered as you begin suckling at one of her teats. Her powerful hips took control of the situation as she began to bounce herself up and down on your lap. Her gasps of delight echoed through the chamber as you desperately sucked on one of her nipples while your hand grips the other. You hear a sudden gasp escape Applejack's throat as Rarity appeared over her shoulder. You can feel her tense up around you and a groan issued from your throat. “Rarity... why are you... taking it out?”

 

“Isn't it obvious, Cow?” Rarity teased as she finally wrenched the tail from Applejack's anus. Setting it to the side, you can see her line her toy up with the cowgirl's ass. “I'm putting something new in there...”

 

“Wh-!” Applejack gave a yelp as Rarity slammed her toy into her ass. Grinning, you begin to pick up the pace of your own thrusts as the cowgirl moaned under the power of your combined thrusts. The farm girl panted and heaved her chest as you caught her nipple between your lips again and began vigorously suckling from it again. Applejack's moans gave way to a series of long cattle calls as Rarity began pounding her even harder. The fashionista took great delight in landing a series of harsh blows to the presented flesh, but Applejack could only yelp in delight at each strike. As the pace of your savage fucking reached it's peak, Rarity's seized Applejack by the hair and seized her lips with her own. The feeling of her writhing around your member was too much and you unleash your seed into her waiting womb. This had been the last thing she needed, as she let out a long 'Moo!' as she climaxed under the two fronted assault upon her.

 

Applejack briefly collapsed against you, spent from her mind bending orgasm. She had just enough in her to raise her head to gently kiss you before leaning her head against your shoulder. She held herself close to you, your shaft holding your own seed in her fertile womb.  You can hear her whisper into your ear, “...Master...”

 

Rarity smiled at the two of you, gently stroking the hair that she had just so vigorously grabbed a hold of before. She remained in place to permit Applejack to enjoy her moment, only beginning to withdraw her strap on once she showed signs of stirring. Applejack momentarily moaned at the lack of something in her ass, but she gasped in delight as Rarity replaced the tail in her ass.

 

“Ah don't want ta move... but ah gotta give Rarity her turn...” Applejack planted a passionate kiss upon your lips and allowed herself to linger. But hesitatingly, she lifted her hips off of you and she pressed her hand against her womanhood as if to keep your semen in her. “Besides, she's done plenty for me and Twi' already... she deserves a little lovin' too...”

 

Rarity moved to the side, permitting Applejack to pass by her before she approached you. Placing her high heeled foot upon the seat of your chair, the heel barely missing your thigh as you scooted over slightly to permit her to do so. She raised a hand to her lips and kissed her fingers before tracing them down over her latex covered chest. It moved down her belly and paused to unstrap the sex toy and let it drop to the floor. She toyed with the zipper concealing her womanhood before sliding it open, revealing her soaked pussy.

 

The fashionista seized you by the back of the head and brought your nose closer to the heavy scent being emitted by her. Looking up into her eyes, you had the distinct feeling that she would be dominating this round unless you found a way to seize control...

 

3 or 8 decides

 

>you have ran the show plenty this week let Rarity take you

 

Smiling, you obediently bend to your knees to allow Rarity to press your face into her wet pussy. Eagerly, you begin to run your tongue through the opening of the latex to dip into her honeypot. Her fingers gripped your skull tightly as she pressed herself against your face and you find yourself drawing in the scent of her arousal with every gasping breath. As you continue to pierce her nether lips with your tongue, you begin to hear her moans begin to echo throughout the chamber as you find your shoulders press against the chair as she continues to bend you back for her pleasure. She was practically sitting on your face by the time she let out a final moan of pleasure as you eagerly lapped up the fluid flowing onto your face.

 

“Ah...” Rarity stepped back, panting slightly and looking down at you coolly. “That was acceptable, I suppose... back up on the chair.”

 

You obediently sit back up on the chair and await her next command. You didn't have to wait long as she seized both of your hands and pinned them above your head. The sensation of being exposed came unexpectedly as Rarity stared down hungrily at you, with all of the visage of a starving beast. Holding your hands with one of her own, the other moved down to  grab a hold of your head and pushed it back to force a kiss upon your lips as she settled down on your lap. Raising herself up, she allowed the tip of your member to seat itself against her womanhood. The sensation of your cock head press against the wet entrance of caused you to groan in need as she allowed herself to float just above your member.

 

She spent a while there, just enjoying the sensation of control over you as you writhe helplessly under her. You were almost at the point of begging when she dropped her hips down and took your member into her wet, warm tunnel. The moan that emerged from your throat couldn't be suppressed as she slowly moved herself up and down your shaft. She took her sweet time in enjoying the sensation of your hard member in her tight pussy. Her tongue conquered your mouth as she bounced herself atop your lap and a low moan betrayed how much she was enjoying herself. The wet sound of your union echoed through the chamber as she kept a firm grip on your hair, forcing your face into her latex supported bosom. The series of orgasms in quick succession had driven the sensitivity of your member to the limit and if she hadn't been denied the chance to get off since you'd started, you would've fallen disappointingly short. Thankfully, you could feel her begin to clench up around you as you reach your own peak and she gave a lusty scream as she dug her nails into the back of your head. As you pour your cum into her warm cunt, she held you close as she rode your through her climax. You don't know how long you stayed there, but she eventually released her iron grip on you to look down at you approvingly.

 

“That's a good boy...” Rarity said quietly, planting a gentler kiss upon your lips. “If I didn't know better... I'd swear I was growing fond of you.”

 

You stay for a moment before you become aware of Twilight standing outside the chamber wearing a lab coat and nothing else. She was holding a container of rubbing alcohol and waiting patiently for the two of you two finish.

 

“It looks like Twilight's ready to let you out of your cage...” Rarity gently teased you, toying with one of the sensors attached to your body. “Unless you want to sleep in here... it doesn't seem too comfortable in here.”

 

It was true as the soreness in your back will attest and you had to stretch a little in your seat as Rarity dismounted from her perch. You felt really exhausted after your little marathon session and you feel your member ready to give up the ghost... perhaps it was time to set down to sleep? Not that you could tell what time it was in the basement.

 

2 or 9 decides

 

>get injected with Twilight's infected blood to make sure you have tried everything then sleep

 

“Just one thing... aren't you going to try injecting me with infected blood or something?” You ask as Rarity made way for Twilight to come in with the rubbing alcohol.

 

“It's unnecessary, Anon. All of my tests indicated that the Heat is purely magical based and it would, at most, alter hormonal levels.” Twilight explained as she began to apply the rubbing alcohol to the glued on sensors to get them loosened from your flesh. “Besides, we'd need to get to the hospital to do a series of blood tests to ensure such a procedure would be safe.”

 

Nodding in understanding, you can't help but yawn as sensor after sensor was plucked from your body. With the final sensor removed, you were finally permitted to leave your clear cage. As you look around, you notice that Twilight had set the data into a set of bins and you head back upstairs in search of a place to settle down.

 

“Oh, you're done?” Flare Watcher greeted you as you enter the first floor, standing sentinel at the front door. “No visitors so far... especially not that suspicious messenger.”

 

You ponder what she meant by 'suspicious messenger' but a part of you just wanted to find some place to settle down to sleep.

 

1 or 7 decides

 

>sleep for two days straight

>wake up really hungry

 

You were far too exhausted to even consider trying to explore the possibilities of that statement. Twilight peeled off to talk with Flare for a moment as Rarity and Applejack helped guide you up to Twilight's bedroom. Sliding between the sheets, you find yourself joined by Applejack on one side who just jumps in without regard for neatness. Applejack sighed as a magical glow neatly tucked the two of you in before Rarity joined you, singing a small song to herself as she settled down on your other side. As you dozed off, you idly wonder what Twilight and Flare was talking about...

 

---

 

As you slowly begin to awaken, you become aware of three things. The strong hunger pains being issued out from your belly made you wonder about just how long you'd been out. To your disappointment, you find the bed on either side of you had been emptied and you'd been firmly tucked in between the sheets. As you shift a little, the quiet humming you had been distantly aware of came into focus. You glance over to see the form of Fluttershy sitting at the side of the bed, quietly watching over you.

 

“...oh! You're awake...” Fluttershy smiled shyly as she saw you were awake. “We were worried... you've been asleep for a long time...”

 

“How...” You coughed slightly and took a drink of water from a glass that Fluttershy pressed against your lips. “How long...?”

 

“...two days, I think.” Fluttershy stated after a moment of thought. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you realize that Fluttershy looked... curvier than she did before. Although it was a little hard to tell with the loose sweater she had one. She blushed deeply as she felt your eyes upon her form. “...you must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?”

 

Part of you was deeply interested in what had happened to her, but the other, greater part of you wanted to wait until after you had something to eat.

 

4 or 0 decides

 

>accpet the food

 

“That would be great, Fluttershy...” You say, punctuating the remark with a growl from your stomach. Fluttershy giggled slightly at the sound before standing up and brushing off her skirt.

 

“Just stay right here...” Fluttershy reassured you as she made her way through the door and you find yourself staring at her curvy bottom as she disappeared from view. While before she had a tall, willowy figure, the new figure that Fluttershy was sporting was much more voluptuous.

 

You sit up in bed and take a look around Twilight's bedroom. A couple extra beds had been brought in for some reason and the light of the morning was just starting to pour in through the window. Briefly, you wonder if Twilight had gotten any further into solving the mystery of the Heat and ponder if Fluttershy's new figure could be attributed to some strange part of it.

 

After a while, you hear the door open again and Fluttershy return with a tray loaded up with a variety of breakfast foods. She set the tray down on your lap and took a seat by you.

 

“Now eat up...” Fluttershy gently encouraged you, and you eagerly dig into the dishes placed before you. But as you take a long drink of the glass of milk provided from the meal, you notice that it tastes a little funny. It tasted a little fruity and as you swirl it around in your mouth, you decide it tastes almost like apples. Was this some special type of flavored milk?

 

“So... how is Twilight's work going?” You asked, pausing to allow the food to settle in your stomach before adding any more.

 

“She's... doing good.” Fluttershy said after a moment. “The Heat is doing weird things... I know Twilight is getting close, but I don't understand what she's doing... she'll probably be able to tell you more.”

 

“I'll have to ask her myself then...” You state before resuming your meal and you can't help but like the flavor of the milk. Pondering briefly, you wonder if you should ask Fluttershy about it or if you should prepare for the rest of your day and check in with Twilight on the situation.

 

5 or 0 decides