And Trimming Them Too!
Jasmine collapsed upon the couch with a groan. Her clothes were disheveled, with her shirt only half tucked into her black skirt. The upper half of the shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the crimson bra underneath. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, although it was in the process of coming undone with random strands poking free.
Kicking off her shoes, she moaned happily as her feet were freed from their respective prisons. She peeled off her socks as well, crumpling them up into a ball before tossing them over to the shoes. With that, she leaned back and wiggled her toes, trying to get feeling back into the numb appendages.
She had been on her feet all day, and it was glorious to finally be able to sit.
Throwing an arm over her face, she groaned again, only this time drawing out the noise to express just how much she actually meant it. After a few seconds, a mare popped her head in through the kitchen door.
“That bad, huh?” the mare asked.
Jasmine tilted her head back, giving her housemate an upside-down bemused look over the back of the couch. “You have no idea.” Her hair came loose from her ponytail, falling to hang inches from the floor.
The mare chuckled before stepping into the living room. She was a light green earth pony with a shaggy coat, especially around her fetlocks. Her two-tone orange mane was done up in dreadlocks, as was her tail. A yellow bandana with white flowers was wrapped about her head. Her cutie mark was a tree with its foliage arranged in the shape of a heart.
The mare walked around the couch and hopped up beside Jasmine, settling herself down on the worn cushions.
“You wanna, like, talk about it?” she asked, a mellow smile on her face.
Jasmine was quiet for several seconds, her face expressionless, before suddenly collapsing against the back of the couch again.
“Oh, Tree Hugger, it was horrible,” she whined softly, closing her eyes. “Terrible. Disastrous. Whoever thought it up needs to be banished to the moon. It couldn’t have gotten any worse.”
This just caused Tree Hugger to laugh. “Oh, come on, Jaz. It couldn’t have been that bad. Weren’t you, like, just volunteering for Cheerilee at the school’s job fair?”
“Yes, and it was awful,” came the reply.
“Like… how could a job fair for foals be awful?”
“Well, it started off fine,” Jasmine said, opening her eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “It was actually kind of adorable, watching all those foals running around with excitement in their eyes. Even when the job didn’t pertain to their cutie mark, they were still interested in hearing about everything.”
“That sounds radical,” Tree Hugger said. “So, like, what went wrong?”
Jasmine tsked. “Ah, but you forget. The Cutie Mark Crusaders are in Cheerilee’s class.”
Tree Hugger blinked before forming a small ‘o’ with her lips.
“Ah, that makes sense now,” she said. “So, that means that…”
“That they tried to get their cutie marks in every possible way today,” Jasmine finished with a sigh. “That in and of itself wasn’t what made it bad. They were actually manageable in the beginning. No, the horror came when they got impatient.” She groaned, and covered her face with her hands. “They started combining all the jobs together, to cover all the options as fast as possible.”
“I don’t know,” Tree Hugger hummed, rubbing her chin. “That actually sounds… kinda righteous.”
“Oh, what do you know?” Jasmine grunted. She dragged her hands down her face before giving her housemate a bemused look. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see them load a bunch of envelopes into Pinkie’s party cannon in an effort to deliver them faster. Papercuts for everyone! And then there was that abomination they created trying to mix firefighting with fireworks and the joke shop,” she continued. “Fire extinguishers that spewed fire and sparks! Why they thought that was a good idea was beyond me.”
“Oh,” Tree Hugger said, her ears splaying back. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound so righteous.”
Jasmine sighed heavily.
“They’re good fillies who can do amazing things,” she said, “and their hearts are in the right place, but they just don’t think! They don’t use common sense.”
“Oh, well… at least it’s over?” Tree Hugger says hopefully.
“No, it’s not,” Jasmine whined. “I have to go back tomorrow and help clean up the destruction. Burnt tables and displays. Broken windows. It’s gonna take hours!”
Tree Hugger’s ears splayed back. “O-oh… well, um…” She paused, before brightening up. “At least you’re home now, right?”
“I guess,” Jasmine sighed, calming down.
Silence fell over the room as the pair just sat there, staring out the bay window in front of them. The house was located on the outskirts of Ponyville, and allowed for a nice view of a nearby park and pathway. Off in the distance, the marketplace was just barely visible over a small flowering hill.
Jasmine had always liked the view, as it allowed her to watch the ponies go about their daily lives. Ever since she moved in with Tree Hugger, she’d spend an hour or so each day, just watching the passing ponies, trying to pick up their culture and mannerisms. So far, it had helped improve the locals’ disposition towards her, especially after her, uh… rocky start upon suddenly arriving in Equestria.
...it probably didn’t help that she was dazed and confused shortly after she arrived and tried to ride all the magical ponies. After that, most of them steered clear of her. The only ponies that would even consider interacting with her were Fluttershy, Lyra, Flitter, and, of course, her now-housemate, Tree Hugger.
In fact, Tree Hugger had been her first visitor while in the hospital (Applejack had not taken kindly to being ridden), something about liking the way Jasmine’s ‘aura’ felt. She visited almost every day, even if said visits were just the pair of them sitting in silence, enjoying the view from the room’s window. When Jasmine was finally released from the hospital (after being cleared by both the doctors and Princess Luna herself), Tree Hugger had offered to let the human move in with her. From there, the two had formed a close friendship (although many would argue it’s even more than that).
The two had lived together for a few months now, Jasmine picking up odd jobs here and there while Tree Hugger worked in a tea shop, of all things. They worked pretty much all week, but sometimes they’d just take a day off, sit on the couch, and relax silently with one another.
Like right now.
After sitting in silence for several minutes, Tree Hugger finally gave Jasmine a sideways look.
“So, uh… you wanna, like, go out and get something to eat?” she asked tentatively.
“Nuh…” Jasmine mumbled wearily, still staring out the window.
“Oh… okay…” Returning her gaze back to window, Tree Hugger was quiet for a few seconds before glancing back over at Jasmine again. “You, uh… wanna go to the park and hang out? Feed some ducks?”
“Nah…”
“Um… okay…”
“...”
“You wanna go see a movie?”
“N—wait, what’s playing?”
“I… I don’t know, actually.”
“Then no,” Jasmine sighed. “I don’t really want to go out tonight. I just feel like staying in… and relaxing… and shoving my face full of ice cream.”
“Oh…” Tree Hugger’s ears splayed off to the side, and she blinked before glancing back out of the bay window. Outside, ponies trotted about, most of them heading home from work. The sky was tinted a deep, luscious orange as the sun began to sink towards the horizon.
Both housemates just sat there, watching the world go by for a few more long, silent minutes.
Tree Hugger bit her bottom lip before glancing sideways at Jasmine once more.
“You, uh… wanna have sex?” she asked.
“Fuck yes!” Jasmine exploded, causing the mare to jump. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Tree Hugger blinked in surprise, giving the human a bewildered look. “Wait, what?”
Turning about, Jasmine grabbed Tree Hugger’s face in her hands.
“Tree,” she said, staring into the pony’s confused eyes, “I’ve been in Equestria for over a few months now. I’ve got needs. In that time, I haven’t had any action. Fingers don’t work, and I don’t like male, er… stallions like that.” She pressed her nose against the mare’s muzzle. “I need this. So… are we going to do this or what?”
“Oh…” Tree Hugger blinked again before smiling. “Okay then.” Pulling her face from Jasmine’s grasp, she twisted herself about to face the human before leaning back and propping herself against the couch’s armrest. Once situated, she shifted her flank back slightly before splaying her hind legs open wide, revealing her marehood. The lips were already beginning to become inflamed, the folds glistening with arousal.
“Let’s do this,” she said. Her tail flicked back and forth, dragging against the couch cushions.
“You’re already ready to go?” Jasmine asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Just like that?”
“Eh, I kinda, like, went into heat this morning,” Tree Hugger said, shrugging. “Not that bad of an itch, but I can go whenever. I was actually going to clop later tonight… but, this works too.”
“Well, alright then,” Jasmine hummed. Reaching up, she quickly undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt before tossing it over the back of the couch. As she unclasped her bra, she continued, “While your equipment isn’t exactly what I’m used to, this should still be fun.” The bra soon joined the shirt.
Leaning over Tree Hugger, Jasmine smirked down at her. “Ready for a ride, pony girl?” At her question, Tree Hugger nodded, a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her hooded eyes. She spread her hind legs wider, giving Jasmine more access to her filly bits. With her mouth watering and her heart beating in her ear, Jasmine leaned down to begin...
...only to jerk back up in surprise. A gasp escaped her lips, followed shortly by a strangled choking noise as she covered her nose and fell backwards.
“Oh god, Tree,” she wheezed out. “That’s rank! What the hell?”
“W-what?” Tree Hugger asked, her eyes wide in alarm. “W-what’s wrong?”
“What wrong is you stink!” Jasmine said from behind her hands. “And there’s also… well, that!” She motioned towards Tree Hugger’s nether region, which, for the lack of a better description, needed tending to… badly. And not in the fun way Jasmine originally planned on. The ‘carpets’ were a tangled mess of fur, with bits of dust and grime clumped in the hairs, and dried… something lined the mare’s lower lips.
It was not a pretty sight… nor smell.
Keeping her nose covered, Jasmine stared at the sight in horror. “Uh, Tree… no offense, but when’s the last time you bathed?” At Tree Hugger’s blank look, Jasmine closed her eyes and groaned. “Oh my god, Tree. You haven’t… again… really? We talked about…” She paused and took a deep breath, only to wince again. “You know what, no. No, I can’t… hold on.”
Getting up off the couch, she hurried to the bathroom. Once there, she turned the water on in the bathtub, adjusted the temperature to what she wanted, and then plugged the drain. With that complete, she returned to the couch.
“Come here, you,” she growled, and ignoring Tree Hugger’s confused protests, she scooped the mare up in her arms. Holding her breath, Jasmine quickly carried her back to the bathroom, pulling the bandana off Tree’s head as she went.
“W-what are you doing?” Tree Hugger asked. “I thought we were going to…” She trailed off, staring down at the tub in confusion.
“Oh, we are,” Jasmine said, “But first… ” Holding the mare over the bathtub, she paused for just a moment before dropping the pony in. “...you need a good bath.” Tree Hugger spluttered and coughed, flailing about in confusion. Her floundering sent water over the rim of the bath, but Jasmine didn’t really care. She could clean that up later. For now, she had work to do.
She waited until the water level was at the perfect depth before turning off the faucet. Carefully wiggling her way out of her skirt and panties, she tossed them across the sink before stepping into the bathtub, now completely naked. She cooed softly as the warm water began to work its magic on her feet and legs.
It was a fairly big tub (by human standards) and could easily accommodate the two of them with room to spare. Several built in ledges were positioned in the corners, providing ponies with something to rest their hooves upon, or for foals to use as steps. It also had a large ledge around the back of the tub where it connected with the walls. It was on this flat surface that Jasmine sat herself down.
“What was that for?” Tree Hugger asked, sounding more confused than annoyed. Her dreadlocks hung about her face, dripping with water.
“Shhh,” Jasmine shushed the pony. “Trust me, you need this. Now, just sit back and relax.” Placing a hand on Tree Hugger’s chest, she gently pushed the pony back until her mane was submerged beneath the water. Then, careful not to disturb the water too much, Jasmine began to run her hands through Tree Hugger’s fur, combing out the tufts with her fingernails. She ran them over the mare’s stomach, chest, and sides, working them into her pelt as she attempted to loosen any dirt that might be present.
Tree Hugger curiously watched her work for a few moments before her eyelids slowly began to droop under the ministrations. Leaning her head back, she rested it on the bottom of the tub as the rest of her body went limp.
“Righteous,” she mumbled out happily, a smile touching her lips.
This caused Jasmine to smile as well, and she began to hum softly as she worked. The gentle sound of humming and splashing water soon filled the bathroom, joined every now and then by a content sigh from Tree Hugger.
After a few minutes, Jasmine leaned back with a sigh. Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, she squirted a generous amount onto her palm before placing the bottle off to the side. She then rubbed her hands together, working up a good lather before digging her suds-covered fingers back into Tree Hugger’s coat. Happy coos and murmurs escaped the pony’s lips as Jasmine worked her fingernails into the fur.
This continued for a while, Jasmine giving Tree Hugger a good rub down as she scrubbed the built-up grime from the pony’s coat, leaving behind sleek, shining hair. Slowly, she worked herself lower and lower until she finally reached her destination. Careful to not get any of the possibly-irritating suds into Tree’s inner folds, Jasmine began to gently clean around her marehood. Her fingers danced and pushed against the pony’s plump lower lips, loosening the dried grit and working the matted clumps out of the fur.
As she worked, a shiver ran down Tree Hugger’s body. She spread her hind legs wider until her thighs bumped up against the edge of the tub. Every so often her hips bucked weakly against the human’s hands. Her clit winked suddenly, brushing up against Jasmine’s thumb and drawing a surprised gasp from Tree Hugger. Jasmine paused at this, before a small smile worked its way across her face.
Removing a hand from its current task, she waved it about beneath the water for a moment, until it was clear of shampoo suds. Once properly rinsed, she then began to play around with Tree’s marehood, even as her other hand continued to work the shampoo into the pony’s coat. Her fingers brushed and tugged gently at the velvety inner folds, earning needy whimpers from the pony beneath her. Tree’s clit winked again, and Jasmine quickly moved to pinch it lightly with her fingertips.
This caused Tree Hugger to jerk in surprise, and her eyes shot open. Letting out a startled cry, she stared blankly up at the ceiling even as her body continued to twitch and spasm.
Rolling the sensitive nub slowly between her fingers, Jasmine watched Tree Hugger squirm for a few moments before releasing her clit. It retreated quickly into its hood, but the damage was already done. Her lower lips were inflamed and puffy now, the inner muscles flexing around a non-existent object.
Still smiling, Jasmine returned to playing with Tree Hugger’s marehood. She massaged the folds slowly, working her fingers in a circular pattern. Every few seconds she’d stop to give Tree’s hidden clit a good rub, earning several soft nickers from the mare. All the while, her other hand still worked its way through the pony’s coat, though the soap had long since washed away. Under the dual assault of being played with and petted at the same time, Tree Hugger could feel a wonderful pressure beginning to build up deep within her core.
Pausing her ministrations, Jasmine grabbed another bottle—this one labeled as anti-grease conditioner—and poured some into her hand. Before Tree Hugger could protest the lack of attention, Jasmine returned her non-filled hand to her marehood and, with one gentle motion, slipped two of her fingers into Tree’s convulsing love tunnel. This caused Tree Hugger to gasp, and her inner walls squeezed down on the intruding digits. Murmuring softly to the pony, Jasmine tenderly began to massage at her folds. As she did so, she reached down with her conditioner-filled hand and began to work the gel into the dreadlocks that made up Tree Hugger’s tail.
The soft sound of splashing water filled the room as Jasmine slowly built up a rhythm. One group of fingers massaged and caressed Tree Hugger’s delicate insides while the other teased the knots and dreads out of her tail.
Tree Hugger was beginning to pant softly, her face scrunching up as the pressure within her continued to grow. The turning point came when Jasmine’s fingers suddenly brushed up against a sensitive spot on her inner walls. Gasping loudly, Tree Hugger arched her back, pushing her hips up out of the water and against Jasmine’s arms. Her heated confines convulsed, squeezing desperately on the digits buried within her depths, milking them for all she was worth as she climaxed. Jasmine stopped her ministrations on the pony’s tail, focusing instead on massaging the sweet spot in Tree’s marehood, trying to coax out more pleasure for the mare.
After a few long seconds (although it felt like an eternity to Tree Hugger), she collapsed back into the water. She laid there, breathing heavily as she stared blankly up at the ceiling above her.
Giving the special spot one last loving bump, Jasmine then slowly withdrew her fingers from Tree Hugger’s confines, the flexing walls giving the digits a weak squeeze as they slid free. Still seated on the edge of the tub, Jasmine stared down at the pony, a warm smile on her face. The pony’s green coat was now shiny and clean, the hairs glistening beneath the water. Her tail was no longer done up in dreadlocks, the two-tone orange hairs drifting freely about the tub.
Placing her hands on the edge of the tub, Jasmine shook her head. “There, doesn’t that feel better?”
Tree Hugger moaned softly, her marehood still clenching on nothing.
“I’m glad you approve,” Jasmine said with a giggle. “Now, I just need to work on your mane and we’re all don—Eep?!” In a flurry of water, Tree Hugger spun about and grabbed Jasmine by the hips, pulling her into the tub and onto one of the submerged ledges. “Tree, what are you—” she began, only for her words to die in a gasp as Tree Hugger’s tongue suddenly dragged itself over Jasmine’s lower lips.
Sticking her muzzle between Jasmine’s thighs, Tree Hugger began to greedily lick and slurp at the human’s nethers, her head partly submerged in the water. Her nose bumped up against Jasmine’s clit, causing the human to twitch at the contact.
“Tree, I… ugh, w-wait, we…” Jasmine stammered out, unable to form a coherent sentence. Clenching an eye shut, she scrunched up her face as Tree Hugger continued to flick her tongue against her folds in long, quick strokes. Her legs twitched with each lick, her toes clenching and unclenching beneath the water.
Taking deep shaky breaths in order to calm herself, Jasmine reached back and grabbed the conditioner bottle again. With trembling hands, she poured some out into her open palm. She went to close the top of the bottle, but at that moment Tree Hugger dragged her tongue over her clit. With a gasp, Jasmine flinched, and the bottle of conditioner fell into the tub.
“Tree, t-that…” Jasmine began breathlessly, only to mewl in delight as Tree Hugger suddenly pressed her muzzle up against her stomach, her broad tongue spreading her folds as it delved into her heated depths. As her body twitched and jerked with each lick Tree Hugger gave to her inner walls, Jasmine began to run her soapy hands through the mare’s mane, working at the dreadlocks located there.
It was slow going, as Jasmine constantly had to stop whenever Tree Hugger’s tongue hit a particularly lovely spot inside her. Pressure was slowly beginning to well up in her groin, her walls clenching weakly at the flexing and writhing intruder. As Tree Hugger continued to explore her pussy, Jasmine worked at her mane until it was finally untangled. The strands cascaded about her face and neck, spreading out across the water in a halo of orange.
By then, Jasmine was breathing heavily, the pressure within her near its breaking point as Tree Hugger’s rough tongue continued to plunder her confines. She was finally pushed over the edge when the pony’s teeth suddenly brushed up against her clit. Back arching, Jasmine’s hips bucked as she came. Her thighs squeezed Tree’s head even as her inner walls clenched down upon the squirming tongue. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as waves of pleasure shot through her body. She let out a silent scream of ecstasy.
Eventually Jasmine began to come down from her high. Her legs twitched weakly as Tree Hugger slowly pulled her tongue free from her still slightly-spasming folds. Breathing heavily, Jasmine sank into the tub fully, lying against the back wall. Without speaking, Tree Hugger floated over to her and leaned her back up against Jasmine’s stomach. The human wrapped an arm around the pony, pulling her close.
“Hey, Tree?” she muttered sleepily, absentmindedly running her hand through the fur on Tree Hugger’s stomach. There was a brief pause before Tree Hugger answered, her voice just as tired.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I needed that.”
“Yeah… I, uh… I kinda, like, needed it too, I guess.”
Jasmine giggled. “You’re a silly pony.”
Tree Hugger just hummed happily before snuggling closer to her human friend. The two cuddled happily in the warm water, neither saying much as they soaked there. The sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, and the stars and moon twinkled into existence. Still, both remained within the tub, enjoying each other’s company.
And Jasmine was finally able to relax after her long day.