Sleepover 2

>The rest of the day went by in a haze
>The girls didn't give you a second to rest, nor did they need to with Sunset's magic
>The second one girl was lifting herself off your cock another one was ready to take a seat
>You tasted each of the girls, some more than once
>Fingering had happened, and you were pretty sure at one point you had found yourself navigating some sort of sexuipede
>You all went at it for so long that the sun had long set and wee hours of the morning were starting to creep in
>While you weren't allowed to get tired, the girls eventually did, and in turn you were able to pass out on a pile of pillows and blanket that Ponk and Fluttershy had brought
>Tomorrow was going to be much of the same, you knew, so catching what sleep you could was important
>They might not have been as horny as they were in high school but they'd leave you walking funny for the rest of the month if you weren't careful
>Thankfully, you had mastered the art of getting a decent sleep in just a few hours
>That, a good breakfast, and a bit of stretching in the morning and you'd be raring to go
>"Nonny. Pshhhhhhh. Nonners."
>A hand gently slapped your face
>You still, very much wanting to sleep, pawed at it with an unhappy grumble
>"Nonny. Anon. Hey, wake up silly."
>You covered your head with an arm, to little effect, forcing you to open your eyes to confront your attacker
>Pinkie's bright blue eyes stared back at you
"Whatcha slappin' me for, Ponk?" you asked, sleep thick in your voice
>Pinkie looked around at the sleeping girls around you
>She bit her lip, leaning toward your ear
>"You wanna do that thing we talked about a little while ago? The thing in the shower?" she whispered
>You wouldn't say your exhaustion vanished, but you did feel a good deal more awake after her words

"Yeah. Yeah," you said with a yawn. "Gimme a minute to get up."
>For a moment, the only thing that you could see was Ponk's smile
>"Awesome! Thanks Nonners!"
>She gave you a quick kiss
>"I'll go and turn the shower on."
>With that, she hoped to her feet, stepping over her friends toward the bathroom
>You stared at her butt as she left, struggling against sleep
>If you laid here too long you'd pass right back, and that just wouldn't do
>A promise was a promise, and you promised Ponk you'd be in that shower with her sometime this weekend
>With that thought in mind, you made to roll onto your knees so you could begin the arduous task of getting up
>Almost immediately, you noticed that there was a problem
>Someone had their hand wrapped around your lil' fella
>The person that was currently holding you to be more specific
>"And where do you think you're going, darling?" a Rarity whispered in your ear. "Leaving me here all cold and lonely. For shame."
>A hand reached around to grope your chest
"I gotta shower with Pinkie," you said as the girl snuggled closer to you, pressing those perfect boobs of hers against your back
>You could feel her nipples brushing against your skin
>"Oh do you now? And this invitation is just offered to Pinkie Pie then?"
"I promised."
>Rarity gave your shaft a few slow pumps
>Her hands were so soft and warm, and despite yourself you felt yourself becoming hard
>You knew what the girl was trying for
>First it was the handjob, then she'd be on top of you and you'd never get in the damned shower
>You rolled over so that you were fact-to-face with the fashionista
>Rarity, thankfully, allowed you to do this, easing up her grip so you could pull off the movement without hurting yourself

>She was staring at you with a small, pleased smile
>There was a predatory look in her eyes that made you want to flip her on her stomach and give her something to really
>But you couldn't
>Ponk was a'waiting
"I'll owe you a favor in the morning if you let me get up," you said
>Rarity's smile grew
>"A favor, hmm?" she said placing a hand on the back of your head
>With a little tug your noses were touching, Rarity staring right into your eyes
>"I suppose I can't turn down such an opportunity, can I?" she said, reaching down to give your butt a squeeze
>You smiled as you felt her release your grip on your johnson
"Thanks, Rare," you said, giving her a kiss
>As you lips connected, you tasted something very familiar on them
"Were you licking Twi again?"
>Rarity's smile became toothy
>"I couldn't help it, darling. You know how adorable those noises she makes are~"
>She licked your lips before gently biting the tip of your nose
>"Now be off. Have your fun with Pinkie. I'll expect you within the hour however. It's dreadfully hard to sleep without my favorite teddy bear."
>You slowly got to your feet
>Your movements stiff and careful
>Magic or not, you were only mortal, and having to please seven girls for hours wore down the body
>You made your way toward Rainbow's bathroom, nearly tripping over a softly snoring Fluttershy in the process
>You could hear the shower running through the door
>Just underneath that, you could hear Ponk humming a tune to herself
>You yawned again, giving the door a knock, more out of politeness than anything, before opening it and stepping inside
>You were forced to squint as the bathroom's bright ass lights blinded you

>It took a few seconds to get used to the light, but you were eventually able to see Ponk's head poking out from behind the shower curtain
>Her curly hair hung limply around her shoulders, and there was a grin a mile wide on her face
>"Nonners, did you knock?" she asked
"Of course I knocked," you said
>Ponk giggled, looking you up and down
>"Wowie, you're covered in lipstick, Nonners."
>You looked down at yourself, not at all surprised to be covered in every color of the rainbow
>It might have been neat looking in an artsy-fartsy kind of way if the lipstick didn't feel so gross against your skin
"Yeah, and the sky's blue. You got room for one more?"
>"'Course I do! Come on in, the water's hot," Pinkie replied, vanishing behind the shower curtain
>You stared at that curtain for a moment
>Where was the best place to attack?
>Ponk was probably waiting for you to come from the end
>Then again, knowing her, she could be posed and readied if you wanted to surprise her by going in the front
>Tip toeing across the bathroom floor, you went for the the back end of the shower
>One: because no matter where you went Ponk would probably be waiting
>Two: because you didn't want a jet of hot water immediately slamming you in the face
>You hadn't pushed your head fully into the shower when a pair of arms wrapped around your neck
>With a mighty heave, you were yanked through the curtain, somehow not falling and breaking your neck by the grace of god
>"There's my Nonny," Pinkie said, hugging you close
>She gave you a sniff, her face scrunching up
>"My stinky Nonny."
"Hey, you'd be stinky too if every girl in the neighborhood run a train on you," you said

>You gave Ponk a sniff
"And you're not as fresh as a daisy either, missy."
>Pinkie's smile lessened, though it lost none of its warmth
>She reached behind her, producing a loofah
>"Clean me?" she asked
>You looked at the loofah, then back at her
>Pinkie's smile disappeared
>Something flashed across her face, something very unPinkielike
>"If you want, I mean," she said, hiding the loofah behind her back. "You don't gotta. I can--thmp!"
>You cupped the party girl's face, pulling her into a kiss
>There was no tongue, no aggression or anyone fighting anything, it was just a smooch
>You kissed her again and again, not letting her steady herself, pushing her toward the front of the shower
>Pinkie let out a yelp as her bare back pressed against the cold wall
>Her arms flew toward her chest, eyes huge
>She squirmed, blush working its way onto her cheeks
>You pressed yourself against her, still cupping her face, still kissing her
>Now you were deepening each kiss, making them linger
>You could smell the mint on her breath
>She must have brushed her teeth before waking you up
>It took awhile--it always took awhile-- but Pinkie relaxed just a little
>Her arms wrapped around your middle
>Your kisses were returned, and she could look you in the eye as she did so, though the blush was still there
>Here was a part of Pinkie a lot of people never got to saw, not even her friends
>What stood before you was a shy, emotional girl that didn't like her little belly or the things that some people said behind her back when they thought she wasn't listening
>She needed to be held like this, kissed like this, told that she was just as good as everyone told her she was
>Sometimes someone that went out of her way to make others happy needed someone else to do the same for her
>Pinkie's grip around you tightened

>She squinted, tears forming out the corners of her eyes
>You gave her a smile
"I love you, Pinkie Pie," you told her
>Pinkie closed her eyes, a look of pain coming to her face
>You kissed her a few more times as she let out a sob, shaking in your arms
"I love you, you silly filly. All of you. Every little bit."
>Your last kiss missed as Ponk buried her face into the nape of your neck
>Sobs wracked her body as she cried
>You murmured every encouragement that came to mind, running your fingers through her hair
>Years ago, you had been furious seeing such a happy girl like this
>You almost got suspended once hitting someone in high school that made a comment about faggy party games and no booze
>Now? Now you understood what this was supposed to be
>Holding all of this in wasn't good for Pank; it wasn't good for anyone
>She needed to let it out, and you were more than happy to let her vent out on you
>The tears and crying eventually died down
>Pinkie was just leaning against you, arms hanging loosely around your waist
>Her ear was against your chest
>She had told you once she really liked listening to your heart beat
>Slowly, she pulled her head back to look up at you
>Her eyes were red from crying, and you could see some snot running down her nose
>You wiped away the snot with a hand, then her eyes
>Grabbing her shoulders, you took a step back and looked her up and down
>She looked the same as she did since you were all Freshmen in high school
>A pair of boobs just big enough to cup, a bit of pudge around her belly, very pale skin, legs almost thick as Applejack's, and a butt that could swing around and knock everything in this shower over
>In a word, utterly gorgeous
>You whistled
>Pank giggled
>Getting up on her tippy toes, she gave you a quick smooch
>"Love ya too."