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The Hay Loft had initially been an attempt to transplant a trendy Manehattan-style bistro into a quaint small town, but quaint small towns like Neightanville had a sort of social inertia - a natural resistance to drastic change that preserved it’s distinct (if somewhat provincial) character in the face of ever-shifting whims and fashion. And so, in spite of the hip decor, the place functioned like a small town diner because that was what a small town needed - someplace where locals could mix with guests and ponies just stopping by on their way elsewhere. As such, topics of conversation often differ drastically from booth to booth and from table to table, but this Monday everyone was talking about one thing and one thing only.

The locals couldn’t help but be excited, and the visitors had come a long way just to witness it - the opening of Equestria’s very first water-park. It had been thronged by ponies of all shapes, sizes and ages and after a weekend of wet fun everyone agreed - the Neightanville water park was a splash success! In the sea of faces chattering away in the Hay Loft, only one looked less than thrilled.

“I can’t believe Princess Celestia herself came to cut the ribbon!” Starbright gushed, and not for the first time. “And she even got to christen all of the slides!”

“Well, not all of them. She let the foals go first and only took first turn on the ones they weren’t tall enough to ride…” corrected Flame Flicker, although considering how enthused one of Equestria’s two supreme rulers was about the slides she suspected someone had to talk her into that small compromise. She was also hoping that Starbright would drop the subject. Ever since she’d seen Princess Celestia in person (and soaking wet) the sun alicorn was all their friend could talk about, and Flicker Flame would prefer her not to pop a wing boner in public.

“I think I managed to ride every slide at least three times!”

“Yeah, and how long do you think will take for you pegasi to learn how to use them properly? When you reach the end, the fun part is splashing into the pool. You all seem obsessed in going down them face-first and just spreading your wings when you shoot out and just… zooming around the place.” Flicker remarked, remembering how pegasi had literally gone ballistic during he opening weekend.

“Well it’s just so tempting after building up all that speed. Anyway, if we dove in out wings would get completely soaked and we wouldn’t be able to fly until we dried off. Then we’d have to use the stairs to get up like the rest of you…”

“Yeah, it was great and all, but did you guys see… her?” Purity asked, dropping her voice a little as her friends tried to figure out who she was talking about. “You know… the new lifeguard?”

“Oh, that human mare!” Starbright exclaimed.

“I think they’re called women. And her name’s… Clarity?” mused Flicker.

“No, it’s just ‘Clara’. One of those silly human names. She seemed nice though! Really friendly…” the pegasus mare said. Truth be told, the tall blonde in her strange red costume had drawn almost as much attention as their visiting monarch, being only the second human the residents of Neightanville had ever met.

“Yeah, really friendly. Aren’t… aren’t any of you… y’know, worried about that?” Purity said while two faces just blinked as they missed her point entirely.

“You… think she’s going to spend too much time chatting to people and not watch the pool?” Flicker Flame ventured.

“No, I mean… well a lot of ponies were crowding around her, just to say hi and everything…”

“Uggghhh, yeah? A friendly Neightanville welcome, what’s wrong with that?”

“I think it’s kind of… strange that almost every stallion in town was in that crowd.” she said in a stage whisper.

“Wait… you don’t have a problem with her because she’s human do you?” Starbright asked.

“Wha-no! Of course not! I didn’t have a problem with Marco, did I?” Purity insisted.

“Awwww, I miss Marco…” Flicker sighed, and her sigh was soon echoed by all of the mares near enough to hear him mentioned.

Marco had been the human engineer overseeing the construction of the water park, and during his year-long stay in town he’d become very popular with the female population of Neightanville, which taking into account Equestria’s stallion-to-mare ratio meant most of Neightanville.

“Yeah, we all liked Marco, didn’t we? And we were all really friendly with him, weren’t we?” she insisted in a serious tone of voice.

“So you think our stallions will wanna get friendly with her?” Flicker asked.

“Makes sense. You know, I wouldn’t turn her down either. If I found out how to get her out of that red stretchy thing…” Starbright said, her wings in mid-boner already. “What’s wrong with that? We all share our stallions, right?”

“Yeah, but there’s a kind of… balance. Look, let me show you what I mean…” Purity said, clearing the middle of the table and digging around in her purse for a few bits, laying the coins out spaced apart. “Okay, so these are our town's stallions. And these…” she said, upending the bowl of sugar cubes. “...are the mares.”

“Because they’re sweet…” Flicker chirped as her paranoid friend began arranging the cubes into circles around the coins.

“So there’s a lot more sugar cubes than bits, but look - all of the mares have a stallion, even if they are sharing. But then, something new comes along…” she said ominously, pushing forward the little flower-vase that every table had. “And the stallions are all attracted to this big new thing and then…” she said, sliding all of the coins so they were surrounding the vase.

“Ohmygosh! The sugar cubes are all alone!” Starbright gasped in horror at the new mess on the table.

“I dunno, I think these two that are stuck together have the right idea…” Flicker Flame said, levitating two conjoined sugar cubes. “But are you sure you’re not overreacting? She’s cute and she’s new, so there’s going to be interest, but when Marco came to stay no stallion was left without a mare, or two… or three…”

“Yeah, because there are soooo many mares! And okay, say that I am overreacting - which I’m not - but what if it doesn’t stop at one human mare?”

“Woman. And what do you mean?” Flicker asked while Starbright still stared at the sea of lonely sugar cubes.

“Well she’s going to go back to Earth to visit family and friends, many of whom are also human ma-woman. They ask her what it’s like over here and she starts talking about stallions and how cute they are, and how nice they are, and how when you rub them the right way it turns out they have these big, long…”

“Purity, there are foals here…” Starbright gently admonished as the panicking mare held her hooves out about two feet apart.

“Oh, right. But you get what I mean. Now I’m not anti-human, as you well know. But human studs coming here… it’s like… ecology. There’s a niche for them, a lack of males that mean they fit in very nicely…”

“...until they finish the waterpark and move on to another town…” Starbright muttered.

“But even if they don’t mean to, females from Earth could ruin everything!”

“Okay, I get that you’re concerned…” Flicker Flame said, levitating the sugar back into its little bowl and also subtly moving Purity’s cup away from the mare who looked like she doesn’t need any more caffeine right now. “But Clara is a nice person who moved to a whole new place, a whole new world. We shouldn’t let our worries and fears sour us. After all, if you don’t want someone to hurt you, the best thing to do is make them your friend, because friends care about each other’s feelings!” The unicorn finished.

“Thank you Twilight Sparkle…” Purity replied sarcastically, but calmed down. “But you are right, I suppose. And I could be wrong. But I promise to give her the benefit of the doubt.”

*******

“Morning, fellow life-saver!” chirped an increasingly familiar voice from behind her, and Clara flashed her co-worker a smile.

“We’re life_guards_, Lavender.” she corrected Lavender Breeze as the unicorn trotted into their employee lounge which doubled as Clara’s changing room.

“Yeah, but only until we’re called into action. Then we become heroes!” the mare said, hoof-punching the air.

Lifeguards were new in Equestria, since ponies weren’t really swimmers. They liked to splash around on beaches and could tread water well enough to reach the edge of a pool, but none of them could actually dive in and drag out a drowning pony. Lavender was there because the unicorn could levitate anyone who looked like they were in trouble, but when Clara first demonstrated how a human lifeguard does her job ponies were amazed. And considering she was a good enough swimmer to drag out a full-grown man, pastel equines were easy.

“You always come in early?” Lavender asked.

“Yeah, I like to do some warm-up laps before we open.” the blonde said, omitting another reason because the mare would probably think she was being silly.

Ponies wore clothes for special occasions, but were naked most of the time, and she was told early on that the same privilege was extended to humans. Clara had every reason to be confident in her looks but still didn’t have the guts to get naked in public, nor did she like the idea of getting changed in front of a crowd, at least yet. But she was taking baby-steps to try and acclimatize. At twenty five she still had a cute girl-next-door face that could be relied on to get attention and break hearts, and being a swimmer meant she stayed fit but also… buoyant. Exercise without strict diets meant she had curves few outfits could actually hide, so she figured she was bound to go native and just walk around in her skin sooner or later.

The breezy sundress she was even now slipping out of was the only thing she’d worn, apart from her sandals. She went braless every now and again even back home, but it had been a weird kind of strange to stroll the wholesome streets of the quaint little town while feeling the summer breeze play across her bare privates. As the thin fabric pooled around her feet, she didn’t miss the snigger from behind her.

“I’ve explained about tan lines, haven’t I?” she said, hanging her dress in her locker and taking out her red one-piece.

“I know, but it’s so weird! But a cute kind of weird! It’s like you’re wearing clothes when completely naked! Is it really going to disappear in winter?”

“Yeah, all of me is going to be this shade…” she said, pointing to her bouncy behind and making the unicorn mare giggle.

“And then back to this in the summer?”

“Maybe. If I feel comfortable enough to go nude like you ponies I might turn bronze all over. Actually, scratch that. I’ll probably still be pale around the chest…”

“How come?” Lavender Breeze asked, putting on her uniform which consisted only of a whistle and a red visor.

“Well I like to go jogging… uhhh, trotting…” Clara said, reminding herself to use the equestrian jargon. “...and for a girl like me, doing that without a sports bra is out of the question.”

“What do you mean?” Lavender asked before Clara could step into her swimsuit, and rather than explain boobs to a pony she just started hopping in the spot, trying not to laugh as Lavender’s eyes bounced along with her tits.

“Whoah! That looks so cool!”

“Yeah, but after a half hour of bouncing like that they really really hurt! So I need to wear something that keeps them still…” she said, pulling up her red one-piece and stuffing her bouncy boobs into it.

“I guess I can see that. But you can always have them bounce around a little? For some special somepony?” the literally horny mare insinuated.

“Guilty!” Clara chirped back, giving her now restrained rack a little shake.

“I knew it! But I don’t think I can get mine to do anything cool. Maybe if I tried something like…” she mused, turning her back to Clara and shaking her rump up and down with her hindlegs planted wide apart in an effort to get the pert pair of teats moving. When she failed, the two shared a giggle-fit.

“Well, it’s always more fun getting someone to help you get things bouncing…” Clara hinted.

“Ohhh, I’ll be doing some of that this Thursday, don’t you worry…”

“What’s special about Thursday?”

“Thursday’s the solstice. The Sisters Festival?”

“Ohhh, I have heard people talking about that…”

“Yeah, we used to celebrate it as the Sun Festival when we were all ‘Boo Nightmare Moon!’, but since Princess Luna returned and she and Celestia reconciled it’s been the Two Sisters Festival. Basically it’s a summer fair. Y’know - rides, tasty eats, raspberry wine – that’s a local specialty- and a concert by our award-winning foals’ choir – the Neightanville Fillyharmonic!”

“Sounds like a blast, but what does it have to do with having someone bounce your crotchboobies?”

“Well it’s the longest day but night does eventually fall, and when it does the little foals are tucked into bed and the grown-up fun starts. There’s a DJ, lights, dancy music to get your hooves moving and your haunches swinging…” she said, swaying her lavender tush and the aqua-blue tail to demonstrate.

“Sounds fun, but I’m not sure I can get a date by then…” Clara said, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she imagined a sea of little pastel bodies bumping and grinding to a beat. And considering the ponies’ tendency to get ‘friendly’, her imagination was painting a very… vivid picture.

“You don’t need one! We like to say that the shortest night is the wildest one, so hookups are pretty usual. But even if you don’t want to get lucky you should still come…”

“Hey, hold your pastel horses! I never actually said ‘no’ to getting lucky…” Clara said, imagining herself in that sea of dancing pastel bodies.

When she first got to Equestria she’d fought the urge to squeal because ponies were the cutest thing she’d ever seen. Cute enough to overshadow any other kind of considerations, but during her brief stay here she’d been hit on by both stallions and mares and had enjoyed flirting with both. They were still just as cute as they always were but she no longer saw them as innocent, and with that out of the way Clara knew it wasn’t a question of if she’d ever have sex with a pony, but only a matter of who and when. And when was shaping up to be Thursday…

*******

The morning crowd that Tuesday at the Hay Loft was light, and consisted of mares who’d popped in for a quick bite and a quick chat during their lunch hour. Only one ware was visibly stressed, leaving her food untouched as she shared her concerns and findings with her two friends who were digging in while giving Purity their attention.

“And you should have seen her at the market this morning! Pranced straight over Oakleaf’s stall, nice and flirty and then bent over so those huge teats of hers nearly popped out!”

“Well the stalls are pony-sized, she’d have to bend over just to have a look at the produce.” Starbright suggested between mouthfuls of fries.

“Hmpfh! I think she was more interested in showing off her melons than buying his!”

“Yeah, but what if something did pop out? We all walk with our teats out most of the time…” Flicker Flame reminded her friend.

“For one, our teats are modest in size and are placed so they don’t cause a distraction. Just where they need to be for a hungry foal to reach. What’s the point of having them way up there? Are human foals really that tall?”

“I think they carry them in their arms.” Flicker said, considering for a moment what it would be like to be cradled in Clara’s arms with that big, pillowy breast against her face…

“Besides, if you chose to wear clothes you should wear them properly…”

“Purity, are you sure you aren’t overreacting? You worry about everyone in town, which is great but it sometimes kinda… spirals out of control. Remember that year when the moles got out of hand and you thought we were in the midst of a diamond dog invasion?” Starbright asked.

“Okay, but…”

“Or when that whole incident with Queen Chrysalis happened way over in Canterlot and you devised tests to detect changeling infiltrators?” Flicker Flame added.

“Okay, I get it! I… I admit I may get paranoid every now and again.”

“Are you guys talking about Clara the lifeguard?” asked Daisy Chain, the Hay Loft’s waitress, catching Flicker’s shaking head and intense gaze just before she tipped the levitating coffee jug to refill Purity’s cup.

“Yeah, Purity’s got some… thoughts on her and stallions…” Starbright said.

“She is a little… forward, isn’t she? I mean I’m all for being friendly, but I heard that just the other day she dove into the pool, fished a stallion out and kissed him right there in front of everyone!”

“I KNEW IT!” Purity cried out, her chair hitting the floor and her forehooves hitting the table while Flicker’s hoof struck her forehead in frustration. She could tell by the wild, wide-eyed look that Daisy’s bit of casual gossip had undone all the work she’d put in calming their paranoid friend.

“Are you sure she didn’t save him from drowning and give him mouth to mouth? It is her job, after all…”

“Hmm, you know now that you mention it, maybe she did…” Daisy mused, oblivious to Purity who seemed to be nearly in full crisis mode.

“We can’t risk the town’s stallion population on a maybe!”

“Risk the stallions?” Daisy asked, unsure why Purity was freaking out and why Flicker Flame was facehoofing.

“Purity’s concerned that Clara might become exotically irresistible to studs and leave us mares deprived of…”

“Starbright, foals in the room!” Flicker admonished.

“I was going to say ‘masculine affection’!”

“Oh dear! Well don’t fret yourself sick Purity...” she said, stroking the mane of the mare whose left eye was twitching. “Besides, look on the bright side!”

“Bright side?” Purity asked.

“Yeah! When Clara comes in here she’s really sweet and flirty with me. Maybe she likes mares too…”

“Mares, you say…” Purity mused, the seedling of an idea quickly taking root in the conspiracy-compost that was her mind…

*******

“Hey there!” came a friendly voice that was no doubt preceded by the sound of clopping hooves, seeing as how the speaker was slowing down from a full trot. Clara had taken a breather and had ironically been left breathless by the sight of Equestria’s picturesque countryside to the point that she didn’t even hear anypony approaching.

“Hi!” she waved, stoppering her water bottle and regarding the dun-colored stallion stopping beside her.

“You’re Clara, right? Our new lifeguard?” he ventured, and Clara giggled a little before responding.

“Kind of an easy guess, isn’t it? Given how I’m the only human in Neightanville?” she teased.

“Well it’s not like there’s a whole lot of stallions either. Care to take a guess of your own?”

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Mister…”

“Boulder Dash.” The little stallion said, extending a hoof which Clara proceeded to shake. “You’d know me if you had ordered any packages. I’m the town’s delivery pony.” He said, and taking a second look at him Clara could easily imagine the dun-furred stallion pulling a cartload of parcels.

“I’d imagine you get enough running around in your job…”

“Oh, no! Have to go nice and slow so nothing gets broken and I don’t wind up running anypony over. I like the work, but I come out here to really give my legs a workout. And how about you? I would have imagined you’re more of a swimmer than a trotter…”

“Well, mostly you’d be right. But the outskirts of Neightanville are gorgeous, so I guess I’m mostly just exploring and taking in the sights. I just happen to be getting a workout while I do it. I’ve been doing it for about a week now and still haven’t taken the same path twice.”

“This is my regular trotting route but I don’t usually meet anypony out here this early. Wouldn’t mind some company, if you feel you’ve rested enough…”

“I’d love to!” Clara said, getting up and stretching her legs a little before getting back to running. She couldn’t help but notice that Boulder Dash was looking at her stretch and seemed to have a hard time taking his eyes off her legs while she jogged beside him. She figured it was probably just curiosity since she was the most exotic person in the quaint little town, but in case it wasn’t…

Well, she didn’t really mind him looking either way. He seemed nice, and even though the dun coat and russet mane weren’t a very exciting color combination he was very easy on the eye. Charming too, and being a delivery pony she imagined the toned stallion must get around quite a lot. She even caught his gaze traveling up her body and lingering on her chest more than once, even though her sports bra revealed much less than the red swimsuit she wore to work every day. And a few times Boulder seemed to get carried away and broke into an actual gallop, his tail streaming behind him and showing Clara that she wasn’t the only one who had things bouncing when she ran. She decided she’d have to take this path more often.

*******

Thursday rolled around and even though Clara had decided to give the big Summer Fair a whirl she almost got cold feet just before leaving her house. Going to something like this alone seemed like a recipe for awkwardness, but even being the new girl in town everyone seemed to know her. It was crowded and noisy but everyone was friendly, and even though she was a newcomer who stuck out like a sore thumb Clara was soon smiling from ear to ear and feeling like she’d been to a dozen of these festivals before. She was wandering around and trying not to be seduced by every stall offering typical fair foods which looked as fattening as they were delicious when a cry interrupted her spiral into temptation.

“Clara! Over here!” a familiar voice called out, making Clara turn around in time to see Lavender rearing up to be seen in the crowd of pastel bodies. She carefully made her way to her friend and coworker, her eyes lighting up as she noticed a familiar face standing next to the mare. Once she reached her she took a knee so the unicorn could give her a hug. “I was worried you wouldn’t come!”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Clara said, choosing to omit the fact that she’d come close to chickening out.

“Ohmygosh, I love that dress!” Lavender Breeze gushed, even though she herself was as naked as usual, expect for a straw had bedecked with flowers.

“Oh, yeah… the dress…” Clara said, smiling sheepishly as she felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

Her ‘dress’ had been a bold and impulsive decision, and going out in public like this would have been scandalous back home. It wasn’t even the fact that Clara wasn’t wearing any underwear, but that what ponies seemed to think was a dress was just a t-shirt just long enough to hide her privates and most of her bouncy behind. Since this was a special occasion, even most of the normally nude ponies were wearing something but still wound up showing more fur than Clara was showing skin. The t-shirt was charcoal-gray with a thorny vine bearing red roses winding around it. She hadn’t worn it in ages but it had been bought at a music festival back when Clara was in college so she figured a big noisy outdoor event like this would be a good match for it.

“Oh, I’m forgetting my manners. Clara, this is…” Lavender began to introduce the pony beside her when Clara cut in.

“Boulder Dash, right?”

“Oh, you met already? Anyway, me and Boulder go way back. Friends since we were foals. Hey, have you had a drink yet?”

“Does iced tea count?”

“Not even a little! Come on, you have to try the raspberry wine!”

It was Clara’s first taste of raspberry wine but it proved love at first sip, and the three of them stuck together, imbibing and sampling various festive treats – most of them deep-fried but all of them delicious. Boulder Dash even made a remark about helping her work off some calories and after several glasses of berry wine Clara wasn’t sure if he was talking about jogging. Part of her was hoping he wasn’t. That line of thinking had been derailed when the Fillyharmoincs took the stage and Clara gushed at the fillies who sounded every bit as sweet as they looked.

But even the longest day had to give way to night, and once the Sun went down the lights went up and the grown-up ponies, pegasi, unicorns and one human gathered around a stage. Clara was the perfect amount of buzzed to let loose but not enough to make her clumsy as she moved to the dancy rhythms. It was cooler now that the sun wasn’t shining so she took off her scrunchy and turned her ponytail into a mane. At some point Lavender Breeze had drifted away from her which she wasn’t sure was intentional or not because Boulder Dash stayed by her side, looking no less dashing under the flashing lights than he did on that countryside trail.

And there was something about the way he was looking at her, swishing his tail and rubbing against her every now and again as he danced beside her. Flashing him a smile, Clara made an ‘up’ motion with her hands since she doubted she’d be heard over the blaring music. Boulder Dash reared up and she managed to catch his forelegs and rest his hooves against her shoulders. They became the center of attention as the dun stallion proved light enough on his hindlegs to dance along with her, provided she kept her arms around him. The size difference meant that he had his face buried in her cleavage covered only in thin cotton that couldn’t even hide the bumps of her nipples. He was cute, the body she was holding against hers was thrillingly hard and warm, and his ear was now high enough for her to speak into it, words like:

“Wanna come over to my place?”

*******

They were hardly the only pair to slip away from the dancing throng, and they’d waved goodbye to Lavender who was dancing around and bumping haunches with a cute looking yellow mare. Nor did she doubt that it was obvious why the two of them were leaving and how they intended to spend the rest of the shortest night of the year. Part of it might have been that Clara was blushing with no fur to even partially hide it. It might have been the way she was toying with Boulder’s mane as he walked beside her. Or it might have been the floppy length swaying from left to right under Boulder with every step he took.

She’d learned - once they were back at her place with the door locked behind them – that stallions can ‘drop’ at the drop of a hat but only really get hard with good reason. And since a deep kiss didn’t seem quite good enough, Clara led Boulder Dash to her bedroom to see if she could come up with anything better. The stallion obligingly rolled onto his back while Clara took off her t-shirt, leaving her as naked as her soon to be stud.

“Wow! That’s… wow…” she said, kneeling beside him and actually laying a hand on the still tumescent length of pony.

“Thanks!” Bolder said, mistaking Clara’s awed expression and tentative touch. He must have thought she was complimenting him for being a well-endowed stallion, whereas Clara had no idea if he was.

He was big, so big that a sober Clara might have been having second thoughts, or at least would be considering ways for them to have fun that didn’t involve her body taking something as long as her forearm. But the wine and the dancing had left her just the right kind of buzzed to lower her inhibitions a little, and an accustomed period of celibacy for a girl in her sexual prime lowered them the rest of the way. She wrapped her hand around him, noticing that even though the shaft was still mostly soft she couldn’t make her fingers meet. She’d barely even finished her first stroke when she heard Boulder groan.

“Sorry, too rough?”

“No, I just… nghh… never felt hands before.” Boulder Dash groaned, and Clara had to stifle a giggle. It had been some time since she’d been able to wow a boy just by getting a good grip on him.

“Well, you’re not feeling hands yet. But you are more than a handful, so…” she trailed off, laying her second hand on the rapidly stiffening shaft.

Boulder Dash threw his head back and groaned, and since anything she did seemed to feel amazing for him, Clara indulged her curiosity. She ran her fingertips along a cock that was growing harder with every twitch, admiring the silky texture of the shaft and thrilling at the network of throbbing veins running along it. A blunt head that was already looking a little mushroom-like with a distinct rim around the flat tip, even though she knew it would flare out when Boulder reached his peak.

A hand reached down to feel his balls and try to gauge just what kind of mess she’d be dealing with and she found herself biting her lip at the weight of the smooth pouch she’d seen bouncing while jogging behind the stallion. Without even thinking about it Clara lowered herself, getting closer and closer to the now hard length of stallion until she was sure Boulder could feel her breath against his erection. A moment later he felt her lips, and then her tongue running up and down the throbbing cock.

“Ungghh… I don’t wanna stop you, but I should probably start getting you ready…” her little stud said, and even though she could feel how wet she was, Clara knew it as a good idea.

She clambered into bed and on top of him, feeling a little anxious about being with a smaller male (not counting what was resting on his belly) until she felt how hard his robust little body was. There was a little shuffling as they worked out the size difference, and by the time she had her dripping pussy within reach of Boulder's muzzle Clara wound up with his stud-shaft stuck between her ample tits, pointing straight up with the tip right in front of her eyes. She was caught by the sight of the dark spire when hooves settled on her ass cheeks, Boulder’s breath coming in closer until her stallion actually snorted against her dripping folds.

Her shudder and the noise she made must have been encouraging since the next thing she felt were loving swipes of a big equine tongue which she repaid by pushing her breasts tight enough around his erection to feel him throb into her cleavage. She’d started kissing the flared tip and wound up moaning into it like it was some kind of leaky microphone when Boulder’s tongue pushed in.

Her first impression was that a pony's tongue was thick. This enough that she could feel a pleasant bit of strain in both her labia and the walls of her slick sex as they stretched to accommodate the questing appendage. Her second impression was that a pony’s tongue is long. She could feel Boulder’s muzzle open wide, his lips completely encircling her sex as he licked parts of her no man or woman had been able to reach. In her experience women tended to be better at cunnilingus, and there was one girl in college she’d hooked up with who could make her scream and thrash when she got her face between Clara’s toned thighs.

But Boulder Dash had just started and already she was breathing ragged, panting against the equine shaft she was doing her best to lick and kiss. Every now and again she would press her lips to the tip and swirl her tongue against the little divot from which the stud’s pre was leaking, but she doubted she could actually get her mouth around it. To compensate the little stud under her, she squeezed her tits and pushed them up and down, polishing the glistening spire of equine flesh stuck in her cleavage.

Clara had a very ample bosom that she felt was a godsend for a swimmer like herself - her fun-bags gave her a little extra buoyancy, and swimming kept her two buoys toned. Both guys and girls she’d been with loved her chest too, and titjobs are a particular favorite of hers. And even though she’d been with some very gifted boys Boulder was her first actual stud and for the first time since leaving puberty behind Clara felt like her boobies were barely up to the task.

But even they were doing a better job than her mouth. In spite of her best efforts she couldn’t get the blunt equine tip past her lips, at least not while keeping her teeth out of the way. She considered herself quite good at giving blowies and was miffed that she couldn’t show off her skills, but Boulder Dash didn’t seem to mind her improvisation. The ‘improvisation’ consisted of licking and kissing everything from the tip of his cock to the girthy shaft emerging from her cleavage as well as rubbing her face against the equine erection.

By the time she could feel a tingle run down her spine her face and her pale breasts were a mess of human saliva and pony precum and she was a second away from making a serious mess of her stud’s face when he pulled that magic tongue from her, making Clara whimper into the throbbing flesh her tits were still hugging.

“Okay, I think you’re ready. How do you wanna do this?” Boulder asked, a little short of breath himself as Clara reluctantly got off him.

He was right, but she was sure she would still have been ready if she’d been allowed to cum against his muzzle. Having been brought to the brink of release and then denied, she was in no mood to wonder if Boulder was too big for her. She was taking this stallion and biology would just have to meet her half way. Rolling into her back she spread her legs and left her rump resting on the edge of the bed, feet resting on the floor.

Boulder got off the bed and took a second to admire his handiwork, and Clara gasped when the admiration caused his cock to flex and slap against his belly. I’m impressed enough stud, you don’t need to flex… she thought but the little display did make the butterflies swarming in her tummy flutter a little harder. She wondered briefly if Boulder Dash could accommodate this position or if she should have gotten on all fours so he could take her ‘pony style’, but the stallion looked confident as he stepped between her legs and climbed onto the bed with his forehooves.

Boulder had looked so cute when she was standing and he was looking up at her, and now that he was looking down at her he didn’t look any less cute. His cock had looked cute when it was swinging between his legs on the walk/trot back to her place, but it didn’t look cute now. It looked like storm clouds on a hot summer day - scary but promising much needed relief from sweltering heat. And sweltering was right for the way her pussy felt right now. Boulder inched forward and by happy coincidence his face wound up level with her breasts when his tip bumped against Clara’s well-tongued pussy.

She bit her lip when Boulder’s strong grass-clipping lips latched around one of her stiff nipples, but having the stud suckle her like a hungry foal wasn’t making her any less horny. She needed release and something that could definitely give it to her was having a little trouble getting in. So she let the stallion have his fun with her fun-bags while she reached down with trembling hands. There it was - deliciously hot, the blunt tip feeling just a little spongy but thrillingly hard if she gave it even the tiniest squeeze.

She was wet and he was leaking against her and she knew that lubrication would be a lifesaver once she got him in. For now though, it was making things slippery and pretty difficult. She craned her neck to get a look at what she was doing and managed to aim it almost right when Boudler gave a little buck. If he’d waited a second it might have gone in, but the blunt tip slipped and slid between them, making Clara’s tummy tremble as the stallion cock left a hot wet trail along it.

“Sorry…” Boulder murmured, releasing her tit and pulling his cock back.

“It’s okay…” Clara husked, a little awed by the force of that thrust. Jogging next to Boulder Dash she’d had the opportunity to see the flow of muscle as the stallion trotted along and was biting her lip at the thought of experiencing just how much horsepower a pony’s haunches could deliver. She brought him to her lips again, tried to hold the slick tip in place but when her stud thrust it slid again, and not up this time.

“Hoooohhhhno! No, no, no… lemme just…” she stammered, getting the fright of her life as the flare slipped down, sliding between her cheeks and grazing a pucker that had clenched for dear life.

“Uhhhh, usually the mare would… y’know… wink?” Boulder said, too much of a gentleman to accuse her of not doing her share.

“Wink… ohhhh, right!” Clara said, and she would have face-palmed herself if her hands weren’t busy dragging the equine flare up and away from her ass. Lavender had told her about that and even though Clara knew her human pussy couldn’t do the job, her human hands were available. “Okay, I’m gonna try… just… wait for it, okay?” she said. Boulder snorted in reply and as the air hit her chest Clara felt her nipples turn hard as pebbles. With a wet trembling hand she aimed the blunt tip of her stud and with the other she did her best to spread her slick labia. Boulder's tip was pressed against her and he must have felt her opening, the two chubby folds parting to let his flare brush against the soft inner petals he’d tasted just minutes before.

Instead of a thrust he just pushed, and even with her held open he very nearly slipped away again. Clara actually saw his shaft bow under the strain before her body yielded and several inches of hard, horny stallion sank into her in an instant, her pussy now wrapped snug around her equine lover. Her mouth opened but before she could cry out the air was simply pushed from her body as the rest of Boudler’s tallionhood was pushed in.

Part of Clara felt like she’d been gut-punched, but the silky walls that had been ready to clench and flutter around the stud’s tongue minutes ago were now making up for lost time as they rubbed against the hard, hot girth that was filling every inch of the gasping woman’s body. She felt Boulder snort against her neck, the little gust tickling her as a clop-clop sound suggested the shuffling of hooves and the bracing of powerful pony haunches.

The thrust had seemed brutal for something as cute as the pony stallion mounting her, but as overwhelming as it was Clara almost whimpered when he pulled back, sliding out inches of thick hard flesh that she felt belonged inside her. The next thrust was no less gentle, but the fact that Clara’s legs shot up and wrapped around her equine lover suggested she wasn’t exactly in pain. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a strange frenzy, as if she was riding a horse in full gallop and terrified of falling off.

Instead she was very much the one being ridden as Boulder widened his stance ang began to treat her the way a stallion treats his mare. It should have hurt, she should have been squealing and whimpering… well, she was but not because of pain. The tempo was brutal and her body was straining to the point it would have alarmed her if Boulder’s tongue-work and his flare rubbing against her pussy and clit hadn't driven her to the edge of climax.

Somewhere above his flanks the toes on the feet crossed at the ankles were curling, her fingers clutching his mane as the long strokes of her stallion grew into short jabs. Each one drove the air out of her in a huffy little grunt and as the flare rubbed along the walls of her sex Clara felt herself going over. She couldn’t believe it, it had been less than two dozen strokes but already she was whimpering as her body clenched around the stud so hard it felt like he was growing inside her. She threw her head back and felt Boulder nuzzle her neck as she came around him. It was a big one, and with him just hitting his stride! The cute little horse would fuck her stupid, fuck her until she passed out and.

Clara had been too far gone to feel a jutting urethra kiss her cervix, but she froze mid-gasp when a strong, thick jet of equine cum slapped against it. She briefly entertained the thought that she had passed out and was coming to just in time for what was obviously Boulder's climax, a rush of warm wetness like nothing she’d felt before, first willing her and then actually swelling ehr a little.

“Thaaahhtt wuss… wha… how long…?” she mumbled, curious but still not quite sapient as the throbbing in her belly died down.

“Yeah, took me a while to get there. Near the end you clamped down so hard I couldn’t even cum…” Boulder said, closing his eyes as he nuzzled her heaving chest.

Clara wasn’t sure if she’d heard him right. Long? His stamina would have been pathetic, if only he hadn’t managed to make her cum hard enough that she wouldn’t trust her legs to hold her weight right about now. She was still processing that as she felt the ridge of Boulder’s flare drag back along her super-sensitive walls, straining a little before popping from her like a cork. The splatter that followed made Clara’s cheeks turn red as Boulder’s load gushed from her stud-rutted pussy. As the last of the gooey mess trickled down her crack and the pucker that had only just avoided taking that load she breathed a sigh of relief that her bedroom had hardwood floors instead of carpet.

Her first impression of a pony stallion was that they were very, very different lovers compared to human males. When Boulder began to softly snore into her cleavage, she smiled at the one thing that seemed to be the same…

*******

Flicker Flame had been mildly concerned when Purity announced a need to gather a number of mares for a conversation that couldn’t be had in the presence of foals, thus disqualifying the Hay Loft. She volunteered her own store - the aptly named Candleabracadabra - and had lit several of her most soothing aromatic candles in the hopes that they would mellow her increasingly strung out friend.

Purity was normally quite collected and reasonable - she even worked in the Neightanville Hall of records. But every once and again she’d imagine some sort of impending doom and go a bit… overboard. And when the dun-furred mare walked in with her white ringlets in disarray, Flicker doubted her calming candles would have any effect. She let Purity have the spot behind the counter to serve as an improvised podium, and her little boutique of wax and taper soon filled up with muttering mares.

“Right, I think that’s everyone. Now, as you know, I’ve gathered everypony here to discuss what some…” Purity said, casting a glance at Starbright and Flicker Flame in turn. “Have dubbed my ‘overreaction’ to our newest resident. And believe me, I would have loved to be proven wrong in my belief that Clara would put our limited supply of male… ahem - affection- at risk. Unfortunately, the stallion-stealer has struck and claimed her first victim - none other than my brother, Boulder Dash!” she said, her dire tone elicint gasps from the gathered mares and Purity took a calming breath before continuing.

“My brother was seen in her company at the Sisters’ Festival and was seen leaving with her in an… amorous mood.”

“Amorous down to the ground!” called out an orange mare, eliciting a brief outburst of giggles as those who’s seen remembered and those who hadn't imagined Boulder’s endowment swinging between his hindlegs.

“Well, the summer fair is an event that stirs passions and not all post-solstice couplings are meaningful. Just… entertaining. So I had a talk with my brother to try and get his impressions of his first encounter with a human mar… woman. And it is exactly as I feared! On and on he went, wide-eyed like a colt after his first time on a filly. It was all ‘Clara this…’ and ‘Clara that…’... yes, Pumpkin Spice, you had a question?” she asked, pausing in response to a raised hoof.

“Did he say what her boobs are like?” the orange mare from earlier asked, lowering her hoof and head under Purity’s withering gaze.

“He was very… taken with them. and I’m glad you’re showing such blatant interest in Clara, because it’s a good segue into the solution I’m proposing. Now I know a lot of you have been concerned that I’d… overreact. But trust me, this won’t be another changeling hunt. And I do agree that Clara seems genuinely friendly and that she has…needs. But she doesn’t realize how sating these needs might cause harm to those around her… provided she sates them with stallions!” she said dramatically, pausing for effect before expounding.

“Now, this won’t be easy. From what we know of humans they tend to act shy when they first come here but then it turns out they have a near exhaustible stamina…” she said, interrupted by the collective sigh as the mares remembered the last human that had stayed with them. And Purity had to admit her own tail had twitched a little as she remembered Marco. So handsome. So diligent. “...so the job is more than any one mare can be expected to handle. I urge every mare in this room to do her part in keeping Clara’s sexual appetite sated. And spread the word around to anypony you trust to do their job. Think of Clara as… as a flame!” she said, grabbing one of the thick lit candles.

“As long as it doesn’t rage out of control it’s bright, pretty and… ooohhh, this really does smell nice!” Purity remarked as her nose twitched daintily.

“Cinnamon-Sandalwood…” Flicker explained.

“But if that pretty little flame is allowed to spread unchecked it becomes an inferno that could consume us all!” she exclaimed, her eye twitching before she composed herself. “In conclusion - Clara is our guest and yes - our friend. And we will solve this dilemma with friendship. To be blunt - anytime her lady-parts grow wet, we need a mare’s muzzle between her legs…”

*******

Flicker Flame hummed happily behind her counter, spending the downtime doing what she loved. She’d taken several lumps of different colored wax and her magic was even now smooshing the warmed globs into a pleasantly marbled mass that she would shape into something whimsical before pulling a wick through it. She knew that most of her horn-sculpted candles never get lit, being little works of art rather than household combustibles, but a candle without a wick was just a rip-off.

Purity’s little meeting had helped her shift some stock, if nothing else, but everypony did seem to take her ‘plan’ seriously. But Flicker didn’t mind, as long as it was built around hugs and kisses rather than torches and pitchforks. She giggled a little at the idea that mares would need some higher purpose to pursue the beautiful and chirpy young woman who’d recently moved into town. True, she was no Marco, but she was just as exotic. And it wasn’t like most mares would turn down a potential partner just because they didn’t happen to be male. She stood taller than any stallion, for one. Bigger to, but still feminine both in build and personality.

Flicker had to admit that the idea of being with Clara had wormed its way into her own mind. Marco’s bare skin had felt amazing when she first got her hooves on it, but the male human had a little fuzz here and there. Especially there. But the limbs of their lifeguard looked supple and a smooth as the candles in her store and it fired Flicker Flame’s imagination. The red swimsuit she wore at the water park left little to the imagination regarding the shape of her body, but it might hide details. Was she without a hair bellow her eyelashes, or was there a teeny-tiny patch of fair hair just above her mound?

And teats? That big and way up there? Boulder Dash was a stallion with a reputation, and every time his deliveries ran a little late mares would tease him about taking long breaks and if he was in the mood to take one with them. Could those big soft things really make a stud like him turn into a gushing colt? Was Purity right to worry? Was Flicker missing out on something by not having her face between those mounds right now? Was…

“Oh, for Celestia’s sake!” she huffed as she looked at her little wax sculpture and realized that her idle thoughts had affected her magic. The swirls of purple, yellow and pink couldn’t hide that she’d wound up sculpting what were definitely not pony teats. Her ear swiveled at the sound of the little bell at her door, and her eyes went wide as she heard the visitor’s voice.

“Hello, anyone… oh, there you are!” Clara said, noticing the mare but hopefully not the wax sculpture she’d just compressed into a featureless ball. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

“No, no… always make time for my customers. Otherwise I’d drown in candles…” she explained, sharing a little laugh with the willowy woman admiring her wares. “Oh, is that a new dress?”

“Oh, no I just took it to Silk Snip to get it altered…” she said, doing a little twirl to show off a light summer dress that now hung from spaghetti-straps off her shoulders, featuring a deeply plunging neckline and showing an amount of leg that would have been scandalous back home.

“Ohhh, it’s gorgeous. Then again I’m not surprised, Silk Snip does excellent work. You wouldn’t have been served any better at a Canterlot boutique.”

“You don’t think it’s a little… skimpy?” Clara asked, smoothing down the gossamer fabric.

“You’re asking me - a mare who’s buck naked back here? You’re the most over-dressed person in this store!” she said and the two giggled. Clara had a pretty laugh, and was showing a lot of long toned leg right now. One good updraft would solve the mystery of the possible tuft that had been plaguing Flicker for the last couple of minutes. And she did promise Purity that she would help with her plan. “So what brings you here? Anything specific?”

“Well I’m still looking for homey touches to add to my new home. I got some lovely potted plants from Hyacinth the other day, and Lavender Breeze suggested that your store should be my next stop. I can see why too, you do have some really amazing stuff here…”

“Yeah, I make pretty much anything out of wax. Regular candles of all kinds, for chandeliers, birthday cakes, romantic dinners and of course the ones to put into your pumpkin on Nightmare Night! Then there’s the ‘sculpted’ line - each one horn-made by yours truly. If you’re looking for decorations, those might interest you. And I also make a range of scented and aromatherapy candles. I’m also a pretty good masseuse so those come in handy…”

“Masseuse? So you… what - use magic?”

“Sorta… might be easier to show you than explain it…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…”

“Okay, tell you what, let’s call it a welcome wagon promotion - you promise to buy something and you get a quick rubdown free of charge!”

“Well I’m definitely not leaving here empty-handed, so if you want to sweeten the deal, I’m game…”Clara replied, flashing Flicker a smile that drew a matching one from the horned and increasingly horny mare. She levitated a ‘Back in 15 min.’ sign into the door and locked it before leading Clara to her back-room.

“Okay, I’ll need you to get that lovely new dress off and lie face down on this mat. Let me just pick a nice scent for… ooohhh, this one will do nicely!” she said, levitating an elegant oval candle of rich cream-colored wax and lighting a happy little flame with her magic. It added a little warmth to the light in the cozy little room and complimented Clara’s smooth skin very, very nicely.

Flicker Flame took in her body with both professional and personal curiosity. Only two legs, but they really were wonderfully toned, long but shapely. No tail of any kind, of course, but wonderfully full flanks and elegantly flared hips. No tuft down there, but Flicker wasn’t really disappointed. Clara caught her staring but she either didn’t mind or didn’t think it was anything other than a masseuse examining a client.

“That light color from her to here… that’s ‘tanning’, right? That’s your skin’s normal color, but the parts that get sunlight turn darker?”

“Yeah. I think I’ll just start sunbathing in the nude. Maybe even skipping the swimsuit at work if I work up the nerve.”

“Well it looks cute. But then why do you have those dark patches up there? Last time I saw that red bathing suit of yours it didn’t have holes on the chest…”

“Oh, these? Yeah, I noticed pony teats are all the same shade. These are areolas, and they’re just a different shade on humans…” Clara explained looking down at her chest and tracing out the round patches around her nipples that were a gentler shade of brown than the caramel tone the sun had given her skin. “Oh my God, what is that smell?” the woman asked, closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths.

“Jasmine and nutmeg. You like it?”

“I love it! I’m definitely getting one of those…” Clara almost purred, laying down on the mat under her and feeling like she was floating on a scented cloud.

“Now, let me just get a good feel… I mean a feel for your body…”

“Oh, am I the first human you’re massaging?” Clara asked. She might have worried about that if not for the deliciously soothing scent of that candle.

“Well, you’re the first human female…” Flicker Flame corrected her coyly.

“Ahhhh, right. What was his name… Marco?” she asked, her bare shoulders shaking a second later as she giggled. “You know, all of you mares sigh when you hear that name…”

“Well, Marco left an… impression on us.” Flicker said, laying a dainty hoof on Clara’s back. “How’s that feel?”

“Mhhh, wonderful. Wow, your hooves are really smooth…” the smooth-skinned woman murmured as the white mare above her began to gently rub up and down.

“I keep them well polished. I am the mare with all the wax, after all…” she said, and they shared a laugh that in Clara’s case ended in a sigh as the dainty hoof began to work on a few knots.

“You mares aren’t disappointed, are you? That you didn’t get a male lifeguard?”

“Well we were sorry to see Marco go, but I think everyone’s taken a liking to you…” she said, finding it easy to be honest. She had two hooves on Clara’s back now and was loving the feel of all that supple, silky skin under her as she worked her way along the human female’s curvy form.

“Yeah, everyone’s really friendly. Mnnnhhhhooohh, that feels good…”

“I think I’ve got a good idea what I’m working with now, so just relax and I’ll really get started.”

Clara did as she was told, eyes closed as she rested her head on her folded arms. She didn’t see the unicorn mare’s horn glow, but did groan as the white pony nimbly stepped up and stood atop her. Flicker Flame looked like she was marching in place as she lifted her hooves and set them down again, one pair on Clara’s shoulders and the other massaging the tops of her perky buttocks.

“Oooohhhhgggmy… how are you –mpgh!- doing that?”

“I climbed onto your back and I’ve got all four hooves working to work out that stress.”

“That… can’t be! Not even a pegasus is this light…”

“You’re right. I’m using magic to reduce my weight to a fraction of what it is. That’s the difference between being massaged and being trampled…” she said with a giggle, getting a very happy sounding groan in response.

Bare skin was proving to feel as good as it looked, and Flicker flame could feel her tail swish every now and again, stirring the scented air now filling her cozy little back room. Life in Equestria seemed to be agreeing with the curvy human under her since it didn’t take long for Flicker Flame to undo the few knots in the girl’s firm flesh. She kept her gentle stopping routine since she was loving the sounds Clara was making, and her keen nose could detect sweet scents joining the aroma of her candle, a subtle musk she’d never been able to infuse into her creations, in spite of numerous customer requests.

“I think I’m done here. Would you mind turning over?” she asked as she got off the softly groaning woman.

Clara did as she was told and met the white unicorn’s gaze as it traveled along her body in a very unprofessional way. Flicker Flame answered her stare with a soft smile and a swish of her tail. The mare’s hindquarters were facing away from her so Clara couldn’t be sure, but she was willing to bet her pussy was doing that winking thing pony gals did when they were horny. Which from what she could tell was most of the time.

When she’d first went to Silk Snip’s boutique she the seamstress had asked Clara to pose in the nude quite nonchalantly. Silk had explained that she’d never tailored for a woman before and needed a lot of reference to make up for a complete lack of experience. And so Clara had stripped and changed through various poses while the unicorn mare stared intently, her horn glowing as a stylus flew across paper and rendered sketch after sketch. Quite artsy looking pieces, and form damn near every angle! Silk Snip probably had enough reference on human female anatomy to perform surgery, let alone a bit of dressmaking.

The compliments on Clara’s body segued seamlessly into flirting and Clara always gave back as good as she got. Having her measurements taken had given the mare an opportunity to get close and somehow the two of them hadn’t drifted apart until some minutes later, after which Clara had become acquainted with a mare’s winking. And general flavor.

“You know, I’d be lying if I said I have any knots there, but you can touch them if you want…” Clara said.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious…” Flicker said, the flame from her candle dancing in her eyes as she stared at the way Clara’s breasts seemed to flatten and spread a little across her chest.

She ran the edge of a perfectly waxed hoof along the firm mound, giving it a few nudges and watching with rapt attention at the way it moved and bounced. After a bit of playing, she laid her hoof down right on the rosy-brown circle in the middle, getting a drawn-out sigh from the reclining woman.

“Mhhhh, I love those little pads you have on the insides of your hooves… froggies, right?”

“Mmm-hm…” Flicker replied, moving her hoof and Clara’s boob up and down gently.

“Are they as sensitive as they feel?”

“Sensitive enough to know that your nipple’s getting stiff. Ours do that too…”

“Yeah? Could you turn around so I can get a look?” Clara asked, her voice still sweet even though there was mischief in her eyes to match the spark in the mare’s. Flicker accommodated the willowy woman, and soon had both of her hooves on Clara’s chest with her hindlegs on either side of the girl’s head, giving her a very good view of her own modest teats.

“Oh, wow…” Clara said, prompting the mare to giggle.

“They can’t be ‘wow’! Not for someone who’s got a pair like this…” she insisted, kneading the pillowy mounds gracing Clara’s chest.

“That was a ‘Wow, they’re cute!’ not a ‘Wow they’re huge!’. And such a gorgeous shade of pink.” Clara said, coaxing a sigh from Flicker as he brushed her fingertips across the pert little mounds. “Awwww, they remind me of mine before they started growing…”

“You mean you didn’t always have these?” Flicker said, her voice a little shaky as Clara’s fingers explored the part of her that was as bare of fur as her own skin, and very sensitive to caresses. The girl’s won chest bounced as she giggled.

“God no! But yeah, I guess you haven’t seen any human kids. Us girls are as flat as boys until sometime around twelve years old. Then our chest start out kind of like this – firm bumps with puffy, sensitive nipples…” she said, giving the two equine nubs a tug and delighting in the noise she got from the mare. Flicker couldn’t really pinch her back, but the ‘froggies’ felt wonderful against her own stiff nubs – warm fleshy pillows covered in the smoothest, silkiest skin.

She was corrected in her assumption that her nipples were safe from tweaking when the mare removed one hoof and bent her head down, catching a rubbery nub between her pouty lips. Clara’s thighs rubbed together as she moaned low and sweet, playing around with the unicorn’s crotch-boobies while the mare played foal with her muzzle pressed into her own pillowy tit. Flicker’s mounds weren’t very impressive but the skin of her teats was delightfully soft and it looked beautiful the way the satiny pink flesh faded into the snow white of her coat. Clara had a lot of fun alternating between tweaking the thick equine nipples and tracing the thin line where skin stopped and fuzz began.

Her own nipples were hard as acorns by the time Flicker Flame grew bored of them, her little masseuse moving a little lower down as that adorable muzzle nuzzled along Clara’s trim belly. Her eyes were following the pink teats moving further away when a hot little drop on her forehead reminded her that something else was moving into range. She let a hand rub from between the mare’s crotch boobies and saw that lemon-yellow tail shudder when she wound up cupping the supple but fleshy underside of her marehood. She felt it then – the little flex against her palm that resulted with sweet sticky wetness on her hand, a scent that complemented the aroma of jasmine and nutmeg very well.

Flicker was teasing her by using those big, full pony-lips to kiss her pubic mound, the bump so close yet so far from the little fleshy hood hiding her little pink pearl. Clara teased right back, by laying her palm over the mare’s sex, getting a thrilling feel of the pony-pussy briefly opening up, rubbing a hard, smooth nub against her palm as it smeared her with more filly-honey.

When Flicker Flame finally closed her lips around her clit and suckled very, very gently Clara had to fight the urge to buck her hips. The white mare was taking her time, but she was good and the busty blonde under her considered it time well spent. She let one finger slip just a fraction of an inch between the rose-pink folds, trailing it down until she touched it and the mare’s tail shook again above her. Wet, smooth, feeling hard and hot like a little pebble, and at the mercy of Clara’s fingertip.

The big yellow tail finally gave up on swishing and signaling and just flagged up and to the side, a cute little gesture of surrender that Clara wished she could match. She supposed her moans were doing a good enough job of giving Flicker the right signals. If not, the little mare had really good instinct. The muzzle released her clit only to move down, nuzzling and teasing her labia until those strong equine lips actually closed around one of her labia hard enough to give it a bit of a tug. Clara had been with a number of girls with varying degrees of skill, but even though she’d had her pussy eaten she’d never had it grazed.

She pushed a couple of fingers into Flicker Flame’s honeypot, noticing that the pony’s pussy was almost as snug as her own, even though it was obviously designed to take the kind of stud-shaft that had left her a little tender on the morning after her night with Boulder Dash. By the time she was curling her fingers and looking for Flicker’s sweet-spot the mare had pushed her tongue past her lips. It proved every bit as big as boulders, but even without looking at the pink sex above her Clara could tell it was a mare eating her out this time round.

Passionate but gentle, substituting personal experience for the forceful tonguing a girl got from a guy… or a mare got from a stallion. Even though Flicker was her first mare and she was the unicorn’s first girl it didn’t take them long to settle into sensuous sync. Both licks and touches were gloriously lazy, but every poke with either tongue or finger was perfectly placed to draw moans and what sounded like little whinnies from Flicker Flame. But in spite of the white mare’s attempts to draw this out Clara felt her trim tummy ripple, her breaths now coming out in heaving gasps as tension wracked her body briefly before breaking. Flicker withdrew her tongue just before the young woman’s sex clenched down, closing her muzzle around the smooth slit and gently suckling on Clara’s gushing honeypot.

Clara was still catching her breath when the mare crouched down a little, tilting her snow-white rump until it was close enough to Clara’s face for the girl to get the message. Even if she had been on the fence about returning the favor, the sight of Flicker’s pink teardrop flickering would have won her over. She was sure she could hear the little wet sound of the plump equine folds opening up like a flower, showing her the glistening equine love-tunnel and the little pink gem shaped almost like a heart.

She put her hands on the mare’s flanks and guided her rump down the rest of the way, the yellow tail no doubt blending fabulously with her blonde hair as she pushed her mouth against the winking marehood. She nuzzled Flicker Flame the way the mare had teased her until the pony-clit bumping against her chin drew her attention. All it took was a couple of licks of the chubby pink fold under the teardrop shaped sex for the mare’s little buzzer to flash again, staying exposed long enough for Clara to give it a good, long kiss.

“Mmmmhhooo…l-like that…” the unicorn cooed before continuing in a slightly steadier voice. “Think you’d be up for something a little… kinky?” she asked, and Clara gave the mare’s slit another suckle before replying.

“Try me…”

Flicker smiled at the challenge, her horn glowing as a couple of lumps of colored, unscented wax floated up and got smooshed together by her magic. She twisted them around to get a nice swirling pattern before lengthening it, using her magic to heat the wax just enough to be malleable but not enough to be uncomfortable. The same yellow glow appeared on Clara’s labia, and the human woman was so busy delving into the mare’s honeypot to wonder how the handless female was spreading her open so deftly.

“Mhhhh, that’s so nice… mnhhh… so warm…” Clara murmured into flicker Flame’s winking slit as the mare rubbed the blunt end of the levitating wax rod against her inner petals.

The white unicorn savored the human female’s moan as the malleable mass pushed against her sex, spreading her gently as Clara’s cunny closed around it. Wax became soft enough to shape just above body temperature, so the mass she was pushing into he moaning girl would feel deliciously warm but not actually hot. The sight of her glistening folds wrapping around it as she worked it in deeper was as much a delight to the mare as what Clara was doing behind her.

Her hands were no longer resting on the mare’s bouncy haunches, but squeezing and kneading her flanks as Flicker carefully squatted over Clara’s face. She knew that by now a number of mares who’d been recruited by Purity would have had the pleasure of having their new lifeguard go deep and intimate on them, but the woman’s efforts still felt delightfully curious, and she could imagine herself being her first mare.

But no other mare would have done what she was doing now, which was working inch after pliable inch deeper into that pretty cleft between Clara’s thighs. She’d perfected this little trick on herself before she tried it on mares she judged were... adventurous enough. Hot but not scalding it made slow progress while twisting and bending gently, rather than the rigid thrust of a stallion. It couldn’t actually pump in and out, but if it could make a mare feel deliciously full she suspected Clara would enjoy it too.

She got the impression that the girl was doing just that, even though she had her face in Flicker’s marehood to the point that the winking sex was muffling most of her moans. The white mare let out a low moan, her tail flicking lazily behind her as her sporadic winking took on a steady rhythm. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen contract each time she fleshed her clit against Clara’s face, her sex trying to coax and milk a stallion that wasn’t there. Not that it would change anything. Clara had either made a lucky guess or just had very good instincts, but either way she had Flicker biting her lip and fighting the urge to actually plant her rump on the blonde woman’s face.

Clara’s attention had been split between lovingly eating out the cute filly crouching above her and trying to puzzle out what the hell she was doing between her legs. She suspected something like a sex toy, but that didn’t explain the heat, or why Flicker was just stuffing her full of the warm, malleable mass instead if pumping her pussy. Not that she minded. The mare was working it in gently, a steady pressure that filled every nook and cranny in Clara’s love-tunnel, the strange mass yielding just a little every time her pussy clenched around it.

She was distracted form the action between her legs by a whinny followed by a squirt. Flicker Flame’s white body shook with the force of her climax and her pussy was flushing out mare-nectar with every wink and flex. She was surprised to feel one of the mare’s perfectly polished hooves on her mound, pressing down just a little until she had Clara’s clit against whatever was stuffed between her legs.

Showing devious experience, Flicker just rubbed her hoof left and right, back and forth. It should have done little more than tease, but with her pussy stuffed full of something hot and thick it proved enough to push Clara back to the brink. She was pushed over by Flicker nuzzling her clit, crying out as the mare suddenly straightened atop her.

The first time Clara clenched down Flicker Flame pulled and with the girls’ convulsion and her magic the mass of two-toned wax slipped from the human’s sex in the blink of an eye. Clara moaned as she was left suddenly empty, and the mare standing above her took a moment to admire the newest creation. She quickly threaded a wick through it before using her magic to chill the wax back to room temperature, ensuring that it set in just the same sheep it was in when it left Clara’s pussy.

“Oh my… you, you didn’t seriously…” Clara asked, or tried to, before bursting out in post-orgasmic giggles.

“What can I say? Candle making is a…passion for me. This one’s a freebie, by the way, since you were the one who shaped it. You won’t find these on my shelves, but if you see one like it in a mare’s home… they can be real icebreakers…” Flicker Flame said with a wink.

*******

“Why aren’t we meeting at your place like last time?” Starbright asked.

“Purity got a bunch of new… volunteers, I guess? Way too much for Candelabracadabra…” Flicker Flame replied as mare after mare trotted in and took a seat. Boulder Dash must have kissed and told because the interest among stallions for the town’s new human had definitely not abated. As a consequence, Purity had been able to book and even fill the Neightanville community hall. The tawny mare looked composed as she walked up to the speaker’s podium and banged her hoof for silence.

“Let me first say I’m glad to see everyone turn out in such numbers, and if we’re all here I’d like to convene this meeting of the Save our Stallions - or SoS – committee. Your presence here signifies that you have all recognized the threat a human woman - albeit a well-meaning and pleasant one – potentially presents, and that this is not, as some have insinuated, another ‘changeling hunt’.” Purity said, savoring her carefully worded ‘I told you so’ before proceeding.

“So far I believe my plan has worked and I’d like to commend you all for doing such a diligent job of keeping Clara’s attention diverted away from our stallions. Thanks to you all, the sole victim of stallion/woman fraternization remains my brother. And I’m happy to say that while Boulder Dash retains… fond memories of his night with Clara, his interest in mares seems to have been unaffected.” She said, and several satisfied looking mares in the crowd nodded in agreement. The kind that had no doubt ordered something delivered just so they could ascertain that the delivery stallion’s prodigious interest in mares remained very, very ‘unaffected’.

“Unfortunately, word gets around…”

“And so does Boulder Dash…” a mare behind Flicker Flame whispered, but luckily the remark and the answering giggles went unnoticed by the mare behind the podium.

“…and thanks to my brother’s ungentlecoltly indiscretion, interest in our new human female remains high. While the key component of our plan is exhausting Clara’s libido, let me remind you that we can’t do this at the expense of ignoring our stallions. Firstly, it would be disloyal and callous on our part, and secondly, it would only drive them to seek feminine affection elsewhere.”

“So in conclusion - good work so far, but let’s not get sloppy… no sniggering please!” Purity scolded in response to laughter just barely muffled by a hoof to the muzzle. “Feeling too self-satisfied is a slippery - ahem!- a slippery slope that could wind up getting us deep in... deep… ughh, forget it! Meeting adjourned!” she said, banging her hoof on the podium as her audience failed to stifle their giggles.

*******

“Hey Clara, you…uhhh got a minute?” Starbright asked, swooping over to the damp-haired woman as she left the gate to the waterpark.

“Sure… Starbright, right?” the tall blonde asked the custard-yellow pegasus coming in for a smooth landing beside her. “Have a fun day at the park?”

“You know it! I don’t think going down those slides is ever gonna get old!”

“And are you actually gonna try any of the pools one of these days?” she asked. Most of the pegasi had first viewed the waterslides as pony-accelerators and would shoot out and zoom around the park, but many of them had learned that falling into one of the conveniently placed pools could be fun. All with the exception of Starbright.

“Yeah, I… I actually can’t swim that well. Or like… y’know - at all…” she said, averting her eyes and awkwardly rubbing a hoof against her foreleg.

“Oh. Well that’s no problem, or at least you’re not the only one who has it. Early mornings are a little slow so they’ve allowed me to teach groups of ponies how to swim properly. It’s not all foals either, so you wouldn’t stand out or anything…”

“Yeah, but… is there any chance you could give me a few lessons… you know - one on one?” Starbright asked, still a little awkward.

“Well… I’ve got the keys so I suppose I could meet you here before we open. You mind me asking why?”

“It’s just that… I tried to learn back when I was a filly. I got into the water and stated just… y’know paddling around, staying afloat. But I’ve got wings, and I’m yellow… someone started quacking and soon enough all the foals were doing it and I got so embarrassed that I flew off. Never tried to learn to swim again…”

“Oh! Ohhhh, I see.” Clara said, genuinely sympathetic even though she was fighting to keep her lips straight as she imagined the pegasus mare in front of her bobbing around like a rubber ducky. “Okay, I can get here an hour before opening tomorrow if you’d like your first lesson?”

“Really? That’d be great! Thanks!” she said, and Clara had been sure to spend the night imagining the custard-yellow pegasus floating around a tub and going quack just so she could get all her giggles out before the next day.

*******

“You know I usually wear my red swimsuit, right?” Clara asked, cocking a brow at Starbrights insistence that she just lose her sundress. Apart from her sandals it was the only thing she was wearing, having grown used to going without underwear around ponies but still just a tad reluctant to actually go around in the nude.

“I know, but it would really help me feel less self-conscious. After all, I’m naked.”

“You’re a pony. Naked is your casual…” she chided, but it was just the two of them. She slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and let the thin summer dress slide down her body and pool at her feet before stepping out and hanging it outside the splash zone.

When she turned around she wasn’t surprised to see Starbright staring at her bare chest. The mares in this town had been so blatantly ‘friendly’ with her in the past week or so that a pastel female ogling her boobs was no longer enough to make her blush. A corner of her mouth rose just a little in a casual smile as she ran to the pool and dove in head-first When she cleared the water her hair was slicked back and since Starbright was still staring she decided to go back to the edge with a nice lazy backstroke, giving the mare a good view of her now glistening breasts.

“This is the part where you join me in the pool…”

“I know. It’s just been a while. I’m kinda nervous…”

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure you stay afloat. Now just go down the stairs one at a time… that’s it, nice and slow…” she said, putting a hand under the mare’s chest. The pool was pony-sized so even though there was no shallow end, Clara’s height meant that she could stand with her shoulders just barely breaking the surface. She moved her second hand to Starbright’s tummy as the skittish mare pushed herself gently free of the edge.

“Okay, now I’m going to let go in a second so I can get an idea of how well you can stay afloat. If you feel yourself sinkinging just make sure to work those hooves. Hmmmm…” she said as she stepped away, leaving the ‘ducky’ pegasus to gently bob in the water. “You seem to be pretty buoyant…”

“Well I’m a flier. I’m a lot lighter than I look…”

“Well that’s pretty good. It means you don’t have to learn how to stay afloat, just how to move around. So for now just try to work your legs… that’s it, just paddle around as best as you can…”

“I ahhh, I’m going under!’ the pegasus gasped.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” Clara assured her, holding the floating mare up with one hand against her tummy. In her professional opinion Starbright was being a bi t of a scaredy-cat, but she kept that to herself and gave the mare a bright, reassuring smile as she helped her dog-paddle (or pony-paddle) across the length of the pool. Occasionally her hand had slipped down and she ended up holding her student’s crotchboobs, but she kept the ‘ducky’ afloat.

“You did great! Now I want to focus on your leg work. I’m going to stand in front of you, like this…” she said, moving so that she was facing the winged mare. “And I'll hold your forehooves like this and I want you to just kick up and down with your hindlegs. Really try to churn up the water.”

Following her instruction, Starbriht began to kick, tentatively at first but soon enough Clara could feel her almost pushing against her as she slowly walked in reverse to the pool’s edge. The look of fierce determination on the flier’s face was adorable, but Clara did her best not to grin lest the mare think she was once again being perceived as a ducky. A particularly strong lunge had the pegasus slipping free of Clara’s gentle grip and diving face-first into her instructor's breasts.

“Sorry about that…” Starbright said panting a little as she slowed her kicks.

“That’s okay. Good thing they were there to cushion the impact, huh?”

“But aren’t they usually a little lower?” the mare asked, peering just under the rippling surface.

“They’re buoyant, they always ride a little high underwater. And if this was a really salty sea, they would be even higher!” she said, and the two shared a giggle. They kept it up for another hour, after which Starbright was chugging along fairly well across the pool. After they climbed out water ran down the naked lifeguard, but the pegasus was examining her drenched wings.

“Doesn’t look like I’m flying home anytime soon…”

“Just stretch them out in the sun, they’ll be dry in no time. Besides, we’ve still got some time before the park opens.”

“Yeah, about that… I kinda want to pay you back for that lesson…” the mare said, but Clara just waved her hands at her.

“I won’t hear of it. Your money’s no good here…”

“Well that’s good because I wasn’t thinking about money…” the winged mare explained, eyes twinkling as she strode slowly closer to her naked instructor.

“Oh my god, you’re… you’re serious, aren’t you?” Clara said with a laugh as Starbright closed the distance between them.

“Don’t you wanna?” sha sked, blowing a teasing little snort at the gap between Clara’s thighs.

“I… this place will be open pretty soon…” Clara insisted, chewing her lip a little at the thought of actually going through with this.

“So what I hear you saying is that we don’t have any time to waste…” the mare asid, pushing her muzzle into the now giggling woman’s crotch.

“Oh my…you are just… ummhhh…. the worst!” she insisted, but her little groan suggested that the mare even now nuzzling and kissing her chubby folds was quite good. The lazy shake of the mare’s soaking tail showed her how much credence she gave Clara’s words. Instead she just kept her little teasing - nuzzling, kissing, huffing and licking away at what little restraint the human woman still clung to.

“Okay, you serious about this?” she husked.

“Mmmmmhhmmmm…” the mare murmure in reply, a muffled but emphatic yes.

“Okay then, get down and roll on your back.” she said, getting a parting kiss before Starbright pulled her mouth away and did as she was told, looking angelic with her wings spread on the sun-warmed tiles under her.

“Is this my swimming instructor speaking?” the pegasus asked with a teasing smile.

“Yes it is. And we’ll finish today’s lesson with a crash course in CPR.” Clara said, stradlign eh mare and planting her palms on either side of her head. “First lesson - mouth to mouth.” she said, fronds of her wet hair falling around their faces as she pressed her lips to Starbright’s. They didn’t have a lot of time for a slow make-out session but they took as much time as they could to twist their tongues and moan softly into each other’s mouth. A minute or two in and Clara felt hooves pushing gently against her boobs.

“That’s chest compression - right?” the pegasus asked, giving the young woman another kiss as she played with the wet mounds that sat so deliciously heavy against her hooves.

“Sounds about right…” Clara said, pushing her breasts out against the mare’s hooves and sighing as her nipples firmed up against the pegasus mare’s soft little ‘froggies’.

“I don’t think this is working… I feel more out of breath than when we began…” Starbright gasped. “Could you try doing this to my other lips?”

Clara spun around until she was face-to-clit with Starbright’s winking sex and her own steamy honeypot within reach of the mare laying her hooves on her cheeks. She almost giggled at the fact that it was only now that they were in a sixty nine that she had her boobs pressed up against the mare’s cute little crotch-bumps. She felt a little tingle as her nipples brushed against the thick but just as sensitive teats of the pegasus under her before she placed a soft kiss on the plump underside of the mare’s teardrop. As an equine tongue got to work between her own legs, Clara got busy with the little heart-shaped nub flashing out to say hello.

She got comfy as they both got into it, resting as much of her weight as she dared on the little mare under her. Enough for bare skin to press against fur and for her breasts to flatten against Starbright’s crotchboobies and Clara groaned with delight at the sensation of her hard little nipples grazing the mare’s rubbery teats. The pegasus dove for her own honeypot without delay or finesse, pushing her muzzle against Clara’s labia as her long pony-tongue snaked out and began to explore the human female intimately and eagerly.

Clara was trying to give as good as she got, even though Starbright had insisted that this was her way of ‘paying’ for the swimming lesson. Her fingers trailed and teased along the supple edges of the mare’s teardrop, her lips suckling on the plump bottom and kissing the little pink heart whenever it showed itself. She felt a gentle snort against her pucker and gasped as she clenched up. The second time it happened she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Stop that, it tickles!” she pleaded.

“I can’t help it! Your butt is so cute! It’s just like a little dimple and every time I huff into it it shrinks and becomes even tinier!”

“Yeah, because it tickles! How would you like it if someone did that to you?”

“Ohhhh, someone like who?” the mare teased before pushing her tongue back between Clara’s blushing folds.

Resisting the urge to just push her rump back at the mare and endure her huffing and puffing, Clara let her fingers wander from the equine teardrop to the supple ring under the pegasus still wet tail. She’d overheard it called a ponut, and now that she was face to face with it she had to agree the description was apt. She trailed a finger around the ring of smooth, supple flesh, seeing it quiver but not actually clench up. She kept teasing the mare’s folds with her tongue and lips while her fingers ran a circle around the rubbery ring, then along it before she began to brush a tip across the little indent in the center. Starbright seemed fine with it all until she gave the tip a little push and the maer clenched up.

“Ahhh, d-don’! Mnhhhh, I forgot about your fingers when I provoked you…” the pegasus mewled into Clara’s sex.

“So no poking?”

“No poking, but keep petting, it likes that!”

“Got it. But what if I poked around in… here?” she said, dipping a finger into the mare’s now sloppy sex and smiling as the hindlegs stiffened and shook.

“Mhoooyeah, there! M-more!” the pegasus pleaded, getting back to work on Clara’s own slit, the dainty hooves of the winged mare pressed tight against the human female’s smooth cheeks.

Clara smiled as she stuck her middle finger in, twisting and curling them both around before spreading them wide and opening the mare's pussy up. She had only a few seconds to admire the glistening pink walls of the pony's love-tunnel before Starbright winked and the flex of her sex pushed Clara’s digits back together. When the big pink nub went back in she found it easily and soon had Starbright whimpering as the mare’s clit alternated between being rubbed by finegrtips to being kissed and suckled by the girls’ pouty lips.

“M-mhyyyaaahhh…more!” the pegasus gasped, prompting Clara to add her ring-finger.

The woman could feel herself blush at the sight of the cue winged mare’s sex now splayed around her three fingers, and the way Starbright was still doing her best to eat her out wasn’t exactly keeping the heat from rising to the young woman’s cheeks. Instead of rubbing the sensitive spots she settled for just pumping her hand in and out of the whimpering mare, her breath catching in her throat every time the pegasus winked and her sloppy cunny clenched around her.

“Hhhyyaahhh… mooooohhh…”

“More? Are you sure?” Clara said, surprised that the three fingers she had pumping the pegasus-pussy weren’t enough for the mewling mare.

“P-please!”

Her pinky hardly seemed like a big deal, but she didn’t want it to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, so she slid it in very carefully, ready to pull her hand out of the mare if her ears caught a pained noise. The noises from behind her proved very encouraging so in went her tiniest finger, knuckle deep and then further in as Clara pushed her hand into the mare’s straining sex until she had her hand in up to her thumb. Starbright wasn’t asking for more, but the mare was panting against Clara’s pussy and seemed beyond words.

Figuring enough was enough, Clara just kept her hand deep and used her thumb to trace the underside of the pump equine sex. She could feel the mare contract with every wink, felt the hard, hot nub flick against her palm as the fleshes of the equine clit took on a steady, rapid rhythm. Clara bit her lip and stared at the sight before her, feeling Starbright’s whinny against her wet sex as the mare went over, her winking drenching the young woman’s hand with a sweet scent that cut through the smell of chlorine still slinging to both of them.

“What are you two doing?” asked a sly voice, prompting Clara to look up and meet Lavender Breeze’s gaze.

“Uhhhh… would you believe she came here for swimming lessons?” Clara asked.

“Wow! If that’s how you teach, I’m sorry that I already know how to swim. But we're gonna be drowning in guests soon enough, some of which are too young to be exposed to this kind of friendliness. I hate to poop on your party, but you need to wrap this up and fast.”

“Nhooo, I… Clara didn’t get to…” Starbright mewled as the young woman pulled her hand from her sloppy slit.

“That’s okay Starbright, I had a lot of fun. And if you feel like making it up sometime later I…”

“Hey Lavender, could you help? You know, that thing of yours?”

“Honestly girls, I’ll be fine…” Clara insisted, misinterpreting the two mares’ concern. She thought they were being very considerate of ehr needs, while the two of them were worried about what might happen if they left Clara horned up but unsated before she came into contact with wet, glistening stallions.

“Well, never tried it on a human, but it should work. Clara, you might want to grab onto something…” Lavender said, taking position behind the smooth-skinned rump.

“You can grab my tush, I won’t mind!” Starbright suggested.

“Seriously, I'll live if I don’t get to… oh! Okay…” Clara said, looking behind her to confirm what she was feeling.

She suppressed a giggle at the sight of her co-worker with her head down, gently sinking the little blunt horn on the top of her head into the girl’s still wet pussy. It was cute, but she wasn’t sure what Lavender expected to accomplish. Her horn was four, maybe five inches long and at most two inches thick at the widest part, and not exactly something that could be expected to get a girl off in record time, even if she…

“HHhhhhaaaaahhhh! Hhaaahhh…haaahhh…hhhyyaaa…”

The sounds came unbidden from Clara’s throat as her eyes went wide and… what was Lavender even doing back there? Clara had once dated a girl with a big toy collection that included some very serious vibes (or possibly some very mediocre power tools) but she still couldn't fathom what was going on beside her. Starbright had gasped when her fingers dug into her perky ass as if she was holding on for dear life.

“Oooohhh, I think it works on humans too! Feel that, Clara? That’s genuine unicorn magic making you gasp and moan like that. Don’t worry, Lavender will get you what you need in record time, just hold on tight and enjoy!”

Clara wasn’t sure how to enjoy this since she still wasn’t sure what it was. It felt kind of like really intense vibes. She also wasn’t sure if Lavender’s horn had turned ice cold or unbearably hot. She wasn’t sure if the thing inside her was a jackhammer, or an ostrich feather. It was surreal, it was to intense to process… it was torture. And yet for some reason Clara felt herself pressing her rear back against her friend’s horned head and could actually hear the screech of hooves sliding across tiles until lavender braced herself.

She bit her lip because she couldn't trust the noises coming out of her mouth, her weight now resting on the uncomplaining pegasus stuck under her. She writhed on top of Starbright, thrilling in the way that fine pony fuzz brushed her bare skin and how hot the mare’s crotchteats felt against her own breasts. Lavender was doing things behind her, the thrum of her magic breaking up into strong pulses that seemed to travel through the woman’s twitching muscles. When her orgasm came it didn’t strike her, but merely squeezed itself into the surge of sensation threatening to push her into oblivion. Things were still feeling tingly and twitchy back there when she saw Lavender clop up in front of her, her made damp and her horn glistening.

“There you go - all set to tackle another day on the job!” the mare chirped as Clara rolled off Starbright and joined in the giggling.

*******

How did I wind up like this?

It was usually the thing people asked themselves when they hit rock bottom, not while sitting on a comfy sofa in their neighbor’s living room. She lived right next door to Butterscotch, Winter Breeze and Melody, who lived in a little ‘herd’ which was a sort of extended semi-monogamous relationship typical for Equestria. She thought the three Earth pony mares made an adorable throuple and when Melody invited her over for tea she gladly accepted, eager to spend some quality time and bond with her next-door neighbors.

That would explain the empty tea-cups on the table. It wouldn’t explain why the top of her dress was bunched up around her waist or why she had Butterscotch cuddled up to the right of her and Melody to the left. Nor would it explain why each mare was suckling, licking, kissing and just teasing one of her nipples as her fingers prodded and poked around two winking teardrops. And even if she could explain that, there was the matter of Winter Gale with her head partly concealed by the short skirt of ehr dress as she got busy with her muzzle between Clara’s smooth thighs.

“Mwah! I still can’t get over how amazing these are… and you say you’ve never had foals?” asked Butterscotch, after noisily detaching her lips from a stiff wet nipple before bouncing the firm breast with her nose.

“I haven’t had babies, no… if and when I do they’ll likely get a little bigger.” she said, eliciting awe from the two mare’s whose faces she could see. Her breasts were big even back home, but weren’t huge. But in Equestria she had the biggest bust around since as far as ponies are concerned the A in A-cup stood for ‘ample’.

“It’s so weird. You’re taller than anypony, have bigger teats than anypony, but you have this teeny-tiny little clitty!” cooed Winter Gale, booping said clitty with her muzzle before returning to a very lazy but very effective cunnilingus session. She’d already licked Clara through a gentle orgasm and was proving tireless as she kissed, licked and suckled at whatever part of the young woman’s pussy caught her fancy. The mare’s name reflected her love of winter rather than hinting at any kind of coldness, since both her demeanor and her touches were delightfully warm.

“Can’t be better than her fingers… I still don’t understand how you can move all ten of them at the same time!” cooed melody, pushing her rump a little against Clara’s hand.

“Don’t ask how, just enjoy…” Clara replied, gently pumping the two pony-pussies as the mares on either side of her pretended to nurse. “So, not that I’m complaining, but is this an Equestrian custom - afternoon tea and intense lesbian cuddles?” she asked, giggling along with the three mares.

“Not exactly. But we’ve been thinking how you live all alone…” Butterscotch began.

“Which is fine, of course. Nothing wrong with being single…” Gale added, addressing Clara’s blushing pussy.

“...but there is something wrong with being lonely. This is just our way of showing you that our door is always open if you feel like a little company.” Melody explained, taking her muzzle off Clara’s nipple only long enough to do so.

That was as much explanation as Clara felt like she needed so she just relaxed and let herself enjoy the sweet little orgy she found herself in the midst of. Every once and a while one of the mares beside her would grow bored with playing foal and lean in for a kiss, and even though their tongues were bigger they were as sweet and dainty as any human girl Clara had ever made out with.

Butterscotch was the first of the mares to climax from having her winky pumped shuddering against Clara and moaning softly into a firm white breast. After she’d recovered, she slipped down and was seamlessly replaced by Winter Gale. As Butterscotch resumed the pale-blue mare’s duties between their guests' thighs, Winter Gale leaned forward and she and Clara shared the human girl’s taste as they kissed deeply. This little rota went on and on and by the time they were all done Clara’s nipples were tender, her fingers were cramped, her legs were a little wobbly and her smile as she waved their mares goodbye and walked across the little street nearly reached her ears.

*******

The Hall of Records in any small town is not a very bustling or exciting place, and Neightanville was no exception. As a result, most ponies would have found woking there dull if not mind-numbingly boring, but not Purity. This was her domain, and the smile on her muzzle was genuine as she savored her work and the silence interrupted only by the shuffle of paper and the gentle roll of file cabinet drawers. But it wasn’t all peace and quiet - sometimes she got to stamp things! And one of these days those new human computer things would reach their town and she’d have to carefully scan and catalogue every sheet of paper in the archive. Purity’s tail swished excitedly at the thought…

“Hello? Anyone here? Oh, hey Purity!” said a bright chirpy voice making the tawny mare turn and then look up at the speaker.

“Oh, Clara! Sorry I was tidying up my desk drawer. A number 3 paperclip somehow got mixed up with my number 2s so I had to go through them all to make sure everything was in order…” she said, getting a chuckle from Clara that soon tapered off.

“Oh, you were serious…”

“Some ponies say I take my job too seriously, but as someone who also has a responsible job I’m sure you’ll agree that there is no such thing as ‘too serious’...”

“Uhhhh, yeah. Anyway, I just got a package from back home and my mom included those copies you asked me for - got my birth certificate, school certificates, employment records…”

“Ohhh, good! I’ve been waiting for those. Did… Boulder deliver these personally?” she asked, trying to subtly determine if Clara had received more than a package from home.

“Yeah. Ohh, that’s right your Boulder’s sister, aren’t you? Sorry, I’m meeting new ponies all the time and it’s taking a while for names and faces to really sink in, y’know?”

“Oh, no worries! Is my brother on his… best behavior?” the tawny mare prompted.

“Yeah. Prompt delivery, friendly demeanor, nothing broken. I’m very satisfied with my delivery service!” Clara chirped oblivious to the way Purity's brow had twitched at the word ‘satisfied’.

“Good to know. Now I’ll just take those off your… oooOopps!” she cried out, faking a very artful slip as best she could and very conveniently sliding on her back across the floor so she ended up with her head almost precisely between Clara’s feet.

“Oh dear! Are you okay?” the young woman asked, couching down to examine the ‘fallen mare and incidentally giving her an even better glimpse. She wouldn't be looking that snug if Boulder had done one of his ‘personal’ deliveries. Doesn’t smell like stallion, but no mare scent either. Am I the only one taking SoS seriously?

“I’m fine, just got a little overeager I guess. Also, don’t you humans wear underwear under your clothes?”

“Uhhh, yeah, but I guess you could say I’m going native, just in stages…” Clara said, blushing a little as she realized just what kind of angle the mare had seen her from. “But why do you need all this stuff? Is there a problem with my Equestrian visa?”

“Oh, no! If there was, you’d be dealing with Canterlot…” she said, carefully taking the folder she was genuinely excited about. “I pride myself on being thorough. Neightanville might be a small town, but the Hall of Records is our town’s history, and it’s being written every day by everypony in it. See, it just got some new pages!” She said, laying out the contents of the folder and examining the sheets with genuine satisfaction. “Whether you chose to stay in Neightanville or not, you’re a part of our town and as such you deserve a spot in the town’s archives.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say. You really love your job, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Purity said but right now her mind wasn’t on her job, it was on that snug little slit she’d glimpsed under Clara’s skirt.

Untouched, at least as of today, which meant that the girl was a ticking time-bomb of unsated human lust. She had to do her part as chairmare of the Save our Stallions committee, but she’ never been good at the whole ‘seduction’ thing. Purity was hardly a cold fish, but preferred the passive role in flirtation which normally consisted of dolling herself up and responding warmly to shows of interest and affection. But now was the time for action!

“B-but it does get a little lonely sometimes…” she ventured, desperately trying to think of some pretense to keep Clara around long enough for her to get back under her skirt.

“Well today’s my day off, so I can hang around if you’d like.”

“Oh, would you? It would mean a lot to me. Let me just put these away…” she said, carefully shuffling the papers back into their folder and turning to one of the many file-cabinets. She forced herself to open the lowest drawer, knowing it was the wrong one for Clara’s documents, but the right one for her scheme. She bent down to get the folder way in the back, making sure to hike her tail as her rear remained raised and presented to the human female. After what she hoped was long enough to catch her attention, Purity delivered her line.

“Oooops! I seem to be stuck…” she said, giving her rump a wriggle as she faked an unsuccessful attempt to ‘break free’.

“Seriously? How do you get stuck in a drawer?”

“I… I think my mane’s caught on something, I… ouch” she said, feigning pain in order to overcome Clara’s skepticism.

“Hang on, let me see if I can help…” she heard Clara say and breathed a sigh of relief. She’d taken the bait, and all Purity had to do now was to let herself be ravished by this exotic giantess, and once the girl’s lust was sated she could…

“Okay, I think I’ve got your mane out of the way. Can you try sliding out again?” Clara asked, laying her hands on entirely the wrong part of the tawny mare. With no other choice, Purity pulled herself out and feigned relief.

“Oh, thank you so much! You… you saved me…” she said, stretching her non-existent improvisation skills to their breaking point.

“Saved you?” Clara asked, her smile daring Purity to elaborate.

“Well yes, I… if you hadn't been here I might have… that is… I might have torn a bit of my mane off…” she ventured.

“Well, that would be a shame. You’ve got a gorgeous head of hair…” Clara said, bouncing the artful mess of snow-white ringlets that Purity was so proud of.

“Well I… thank you.” Purity said, basfully averting her eyes as she savored the compliment.

“Purity… don’t take this the wrong way but… are you trying to seduce me?”

“Wha… that’s… why would you even…”

“It’s just that… with that ‘slip’ and getting ‘stuck’ with your rump in the air… you don’t really strike me as that clumsy. Also you’re blushing, which is really impressive since you’ve got fur covering your face…”

“Oh…well I… I…”

“Hey, it’s okay…” Clara said in a soothing tone.

“it is?”

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Besides, I heard it wasn’t that uncommon, especially for people who worked desk jobs. They develop little work-place sex fantasies…” she confided with a knowing smile.

“I… yes I guess I’m a bit… kinky…” Purity lied. She wasn’t considering fornicating in these hallowed halls because of some dirty little fantasy, she was doing it for a higher purpose! But she couldn't let Clara find out about that, so she took the out the human girl was inadvertently giving her.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with being kinky. And you know, I never actually said I wasn’t game…”

“Ooh? Oh! Well in that case…” Purity said, laying her hooves and preparing to sweep everything off her desk. She winced as she visualized her inkwell falling and smashing to pieces, the nub on her favorite fountain pen sustaining irreparable damage and precious papers flying everywhere and just wound up gently sliding everything to one half of the desktop, leaving enough space for her to climb on and roll over onto her back. “Take me!”

Clara kept her smile on but shrugged off her dress before approaching the mare. Seeing her naked and swaying her hips as she walked, Purity had to admit that there really was something about the smooth-skinned figure. No wonder she was getting so much attention from stallions, or why Purity had no shortage of mares volunteering to do their part in quelling the young woman’s sexual appetites. And as the nude Clara took position near the edge of the desk her rump was almost hanging off, it was starting to look like she would be the latest morsel.

“You know, it’s almost a shame I’m not equipped to take advantage of you like this…” Clara mused, running her hands along the insides of Purity’s up-thrust hindlegs and letting them rest on the pert little teats on her lower belly. “Although…” she mused, and a second later Purity gasped as Clara pushed her hips forward and brought her slit into gentle contact with the plump bottom of the mare’s sex. She felt her folds wink on reflex and both she and Clara gasped as her clit brushed against the soft little cleft between the girl’s legs.

“Wow, that… I think we can make this work. Lemme just…” Clara said, her voice breathy as she edged just a little closer and managed to get the mare’s sex into the little gap between her thighs. “Okay now I just have to get that winky winking…”

Purity was about to ask what she had in mind when Clara extended her thumbs, letting her hands rest on the sides of Purity’s teats while the thumbs brushed across her still soft nipples. The mare curled her forehooves against her chest as she softly moaned, and a few rubs in she was winking again. This time Clara joined her in gasping as the flexing of her folds caused them to rub against the young woman’s own sex. As stimulation went it was nothing spectacular - just intimate little brushes of soft, delicate flesh, but the random nature of her winks made it thrilling.

Clara was doing her best to get the mare winking by teasing Purity’s dark teats with her thumbs to start. After that she laid her hands on the firm little bumps and began to knead the supple flesh and to tease the now stiff nubs. That made Purity’s winks more frequent, with each flexing of her flower rubbing her ping gem against the tiny little thing just barely peeking out of Clara’s hood.

The tawny mare wasn’t sure if this was something that human females did together, but judging by the look on Clara’s blushing face she was just making it up as she went along. Purity couldn’t miss the young woman’s breasts pressed together between her arms, and the fact that Clara’s nipples looked just as hard as hers without even being touched. She had to admit, there was something tantalizing to the full curves of each heavy breast, and the way they moved around as Clara’s hands explored her own teats.

One of her hands trailed down between them and the fingers began to rub and tease the plump underside of the mare’s tear-shaped sex. This was enough to make Purity mewl as the feather light touches teased her. Her cunny kept winking, pushing her clit out as she tried to get the stimulation that Clara’s fingers were merely taunting her with. And every flex flushed out some of the sweet-smelling mess dripping from her, the wet heat only adding to the thrill. She suspected this was as deliciously frustrating for Clara as it was for her, but as the minutes ticked by, inspiration seemed to strike the girl.

“Wait, lemme try something…” she said, grabbing Purity’s hindlegs by the fetlocks and pushing them back enough to tilt her rear up.

Clara then parted her legs a little and sort of straddled the panting mare under her. When she brought her hips down the plump bottom of Purity’s cunny was almost pushing apart her own folds, and when the mare next winked it sent her heart-shaped clit sliding between Clara’s labia. It was bizarre, it was awkward and as far as Purity was concerned somehow undignified, but whatever it was they were in its grip.

Their gasps and moans wove together as Clara ground her hips against the pony under her, her efforts rewarded with increasingly frequent winks. The girl was contributing to the mess and Purity could feel a warm trickle reach her pucker. The purpose of this little depraved scene was beyond recollection, and as her orgasm mounted and held her in its familiar grip she completely forgot that she was doing this to help Clara achieve release.

The flashes of her clit took on a metronome precision which now only served to push her faster and faster along to the brink. She bit her lip to stifle a whiny as she came, surrendering herself to her body’s demands and watching with barely focused eyes as Clara reached down. The pinch was gentle - thumb and forefinger pressing into the supple bottom of her sex with just enough force to push her clit out and keep it out.

Clara had released one hoof to pinch her winky and that free hoof was kicking the empty air as its owner whimpered. The young woman was panting, her breasts bouncing as she worked her hips and rubbed her slippery slit back and forth on the tawny mare’s little ping gem, keeping Purity riding the peak of her climax. Alien though Clara was, Purity didn’t miss the moment of her orgasm as the girl threw her head back and shuddered against her. When she looked back at her Clara’s hair was in artful disarray, eyes lidded, lips parted as she fought for every breath that sent her breasts to iring and falling. She really was beautiful, stunning in that moment.

What stallion could resist her?

*******

“Well?” Purity asked the Lavender mare working on a cup topped with a mountain of whipped cream.

“Well what?” asked Lavender Breeze, managing to lick most of the sweet white foam from her muzzle.

“Well you work with her. Do you have anything to report?” the white-manned mare prompted the mare who was always helpful but often more than a little scatter-brained.

“She means about Clara. You know - if she’s ‘behaving’ herself?” Flicker Flame explained.

“Oh that! I guess so. You know, I hardly see a stallion near her these days, but she’s really hitting it off with the mares. I think your plan worked…”

“Well, that’s good to know. But we mustn’t grow lax! Constant vigilance is the price for peace of mind. I think we might need to organize another meeting to proper-”

The little bell at the door cut Purity off just as she was getting carried away in her own inimitable fashion, prompting Flicker to heave a sigh of relief and smile as she saw the tall newcomer bowing her head to get through the door without bumping it.

“Clara, over here!” lavender Breeze waved a hoof and levitated a human-sized chair over to their table for her friend and coworker.

“Hey girls! Daisy I’ll have a frappé and a banana-nut muffin and get everyone a drink and a pastry - my treat!” the leggy blonde announced as she took her seat.

“Oooh, look at you throwing your bits around. We celebrating something?” Lavender asked as Daisy got busy with Clara’s order and the eager mares waiting to place theirs.

“Mmm-hmm! Today was my first month in Equestria!”

“Wow, already?” Starbright asked.

“Right? It just flew by, but calendars don’t lie…”

“Well time flies when you’re having fun, and you did arrive in the summer when there’s always something going on. You were even in time for the Sisters Festival, weren’t you?” Purity asked, and a few muzzles wrinkled at her line of questioning, if not quite interrogation.

“Ohmygosh, I’m so glad I didn’t miss that! It was my first one and I’m already looking forward to next year…” gushed the oblivious Clara.

“Oh, I know! And rumor has it you didn’t leave alone…” the tawny mare prompted.

“Ohhh, right. Well I guess we’d been a little too tipsy to be subtle about it.”

“That’s quite alright, all part of the shortest night. But since it’s evening and all the foals are tucked in their beds, and just between us mares… what was your impression? You know - the first time with a stallion?” Purity asked, eyebrows lifting suggestively as Flicker fought the urge to facehoof.

“Oh, you mean… well obviously I mean… wow - y’know? The chemistry was all good, but I have to admit I was a bit antsy about how it would work out. And obviously when I saw it I was… well, let’s just say ‘impressed’.”

“Were you?” Purity asked sweetly but neither Starbright nor Flicker Flame missed the little twitch of her left brow and were sure she was already composing the agenda for the next SoS meeting.

“Yeah, and while my first time was great and I’ll always remember it fondly but… uughhh, I don’t want you girls to take this the wrong way but… I’m not sure stallions are for me…” Clara finished a little awkwardly.

“Well that’s udnerstandab- WHAT!?” Purity cried out and the blonde girl winced at her expression, completely misreading her shock.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, Boulder Dash was a stud and a gentlecolt, y’know? And it was amazing, and intense, and he’s really cute but also built like a stallion where it counts…but that’s not really my ideal evening, you know? I like sex when it’s a little lazy, a little silly and playful. Back home I’ve mostly leaned towards boys who could give me that, but with the way a stud’s biology works, I’m not sure that’s even doable. Equine stamina is a short fuse, so they have to time things close to make sure they give you a bang.”

“I…uhh… suppose…” Purity mumbled, too shocked by this revelation to register just how much information about her brother’s sexual technique she was getting.

“But since that night I’ve gotten to know a lot of mares really well…” Clara said, casting her glance around the table with a coy smile. “And I think that’s where I see myself.”

“So… mares are better lovers than stallions? Would you be willing to go on the record and say that?” Lavender asked, getting a round off giggles from everyone except the still stunned Purity.

“Well there is that. But it’s not just the sex.” Clara said, sighing deep before continuing. “Coming to Equestria was my dream but I had to leave a lot… no, all of my friends and family back on Earth. I’m sure I would have gotten homesick my first week here, but all of you girls have been so nice, making sure I was never alone and making me feel so included.” Clara said, and it might have been the tears of joy pooling in the corners of her eyes that made her miss the glances the rest of the table was giving Purity.

“Of… of course! And I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say we will continue to do so…” Purity insisted, knowing that it was true even though she knew for a fact that SoS was officially disbanded as of now.

What was I thinking? The Save our Stallions committee? Oh Celestia, I’m never going to live this one down…