Despite nearly a week of enjoyable, daily sex with Thunderbolt, each time he entered her felt incredible to Tree. She could take him—just—but she could take him. Slow and steady was how she liked it, and he always gave her time to get used to his girth and length. As her rump settled against Thunderbolt's groin, she felt the familiar shape inside her and opened her mouth for another puff.
Thunderbolt smiled up at Tree, held his palm toward her and pressed the butt of the joint to her lips. He could sense the fire he'd planted flare in the end of the joint, and he could feel Tree inhaling through his length planted inside her. A glance to the side showed him Fluttershy, staring at Tree with rapt fascination, rubbing Bridget's ear and her own breast with equal fervor. "You like watching?"
Normally, Fluttershy wouldn't be able to even acknowledge such a question. Even now, she couldn't actually give voice to her answer. So she nodded.
"Sorry about that time I pushed. You should visit Rainbow in the morning. I'll leave the back door unlocked." Thunderbolt found a lot of enjoyment in how wide-eyed and excited Fluttershy looked just then. He turned his attention back to Tree Hugger, groped her rear again, and lifted her with just one arm.
Tree's robe parted at the front, but she was fairly sure nudity taboo was the last thing on Fluttershy's mind. She watched the other girl, and then lost all track of the world as Thunderbolt let her back down upon him. "Fuckin' righteous, man!" She managed to brace her knees after a few of Thunderbolt's timed movements, and then she got to set her own pace.
Slumping back a little, Thunderbolt gripped Tree's waist, but did nothing to hinder her movements. She rocked her body in a way that was more than enough to sate his rising lust. He brought the joint over to Fluttershy, reaching across to her so that his big hand was just in front of her face. When her fuzzy lips closed around the offering and inhaled, he smiled at how easily she took his fire—his smoke.
With a cloud of dragon fire enhanced marijuana smoke in her lungs, her lover eating her out with extreme diligence, and given the show of Thunderbolt and Tree banging beside her, Fluttershy lost all control and climaxed. She moaned out a cloud of magic smoke and clamped her hooved feet around behind Bridget's neck.
"Whoa—" Tree watched as Fluttershy seemed to breathe her orgasm out in a cloud. Her hips rising and falling, she struggled to get her words out. "Can you—do that—for me when—I go?"
With a happy growl, Thunderbolt shook his head. He brought the joint to his own lips and inhaled, draining the last of its life to the point where it smoldered at his fingers. He could feel himself swelling inside Tree, and reached for her shoulders with both talons and pulled her down toward him.
Finding herself kissing Thunderbolt, Tree Hugger got his idea quickly. She bucked her hips as hard and fast as she could, and felt the reward for her work swelling in her vagina and in her lungs. As he slowly breathed into her, Tree felt Thunderbolt climax, spraying his white-hot seed into her body and locking them together with his swollen tip.
Tree Hugger neither could nor wanted to hold back. She broke her kiss with Thunderbolt and called her bliss out to the world, she howled like the wolf beside her, and pressed her whole weight down into Thunderbolt's lap. Every nerve felt on fire with sensation as magic burned inside her, and she changed.
Dragon fire and pony magic combined within Tree. She felt her ears migrate to the top of her head and something push out behind her. In such a short moment she felt more connected to the world than ever before. She opened her eyes and looked at Thunderbolt in amazement. "Far out."
Thunderbolt looked up at his lover, his eyes focused the pattern of scales that traced up from the tip of her nose and into her hairline. "Nice look."
Bridget, having a good charge of the smoke in the air, was a little lightheaded. She could tell her lover was done, and pulled her head out from between Fluttershy's legs with another lick that earned her a gasp. With her head free of Fluttershy's dress, she could see her mate's eyes again. She liked it when Fluttershy turned more pony—she felt like they were closer. She was surprised when Fluttershy leaned forward and crawled off the couch.
Smiling, her inhibitions well battered down by the smoke that'd poured through her, Fluttershy crawled on all fours (something that felt easier to do). She walked around behind Bridget and nuzzled under her lover's tail.
Looking aside and back, Bridget made an encouraging little sound in the back of her throat, and was more than satisfied when Fluttershy began to lap at her vulva. She put her big forepaws on the couch and climbed up to where Fluttershy had just sat. The warm patch was appreciated, but Bridget was more focused on turning so that Fluttershy could have access to the right bits.
"Whoa. Look at her go," Tree Hugger said.
Thunderbolt was. He witnessed Fluttershy settle herself under Bridget's tail and take up her side of things. Bridget, on the other hand, looked very happy. "You're a thing, then?"
Bridget didn't growl, didn't make a sound, but her smile was easy enough to read. A particularly deep lick caught her off-guard, however, and she arched her back as Fluttershy pushed her pleasure higher.
"Sorry if I trod on your turf. I didn't know she was spoken for." Thunderbolt knew from television that some people just liked to keep their relationships as a pairing. He liked sex far too much for that to ever be a thing. With a stretch, he picked up the bong and held it up to Tree.
Tree reached a hand around the bong and guided it to her lips. A practiced thumb closed off the hole and she waited for Thunderbolt to light the remains of the charge she'd packed for Fluttershy. He kept his eyes on her while he breathed a tiny flame into the bowl. Tree inhaled deeply, the bong bubbling its happy song as she breathed in smoke and magic. A second spine-rattling orgasm pulsed through her, and Tree moaned out a cloud of smoke.
"Don't think I'll ever get tired of that sight. A mate that breathes as much fire as I do," Thunderbolt said. His chest rumbling in a draconic version of a purr.
One of Tree's eyebrows crawled upward at the words. She looked at Thunderbolt with a curious air, and finally worked out what it was she wanted to ask. "I'm, like, your mate?"
Thunderbolt nodded, then shook his head. "Complicated word. But that's how I think of you, that's how I treat you. You can do the same, or not." When his words earned a lowered eyebrow and a smile, Thunderbolt smiled too. "Rainbow taught me I need to respect people. I need to respect their own wants, but I need others to respect mine too. I might still have dog-feelings in some places, but I'm trying to fix that."
Ears twitching, Fluttershy had to pull her snout back from Bridget's rump. "Rainbow Dash?"
"Sounds like a radical person if she instilled that kind of philosophy. Righteous, man." Tree let herself lean forward and lay against Thunderbolt while she nuzzled against his neck and got comfortable. She also flicked her long tail around, which she was starting to enjoy more than she had any right to.
"R-Rainbow said she has a thing on tomorrow night, a sharing of ideas about sex and sexuality." With Fluttershy's inner repressive voice suppressed, she felt like she could just relax and talk about things—even naughty things. "Maybe you should both go?"
"Like, sure. I wanna meet this Rainbow and compare chakra." Though Tree could feel Thunderbolt deflating inside her, she wasn't ready to give up on their union yet, mostly because she was comfortable and high as a kite.
Sonata felt better than she had ever before in her life. A positive energy just poured through her, and it made everything better. That there was the hunkiest guy she'd seen in her life was sitting on the couch, and he and Spicy were just clicking.
And while they sat and talked, Sonata Dusk made tacos. It was hard for her to ever be unhappy with a taco in her hand, but making them brought her the greatest joy. She had a stack of soft tortillas, her premade meat combination, and three different salsas to put on them. Of course, she had some lettuce, and some sour cream as well, not to mention two different kinds of diced peppers for extra kick. In short, Sonata had gone all out.
Walking over to the couch where Spicy and Braeburn sat, Sonata sat the platter of taco-making ingredients on the coffee table. "Sorry to interrupt, but your dinner's ready."
Braeburn watched the young woman set the tray down and smiled. She'd been introduced as Spicy's roommate and employee, and Braeburn hadn't seen anything that disproved that yet. "Much obliged, ma'am. How'd you two meet, anyway?"
"Oh, you know how it is. One minute you're a monster trying to take over the world, then you get defeated by the local magical pony girl troupe, then you reform and need a job and somewhere to live…" Sonata waved one hand in the air as if she were saying the most normal thing in the world. She started assembling a taco.
"Brae was just saying he might be in town for a while." Spicy Hot was smitten. He was sitting next to a hot guy that really flicked his switches and who seemed interested in him. Reaching out with one hand, he was about to start making a taco when Braeburn closed his own hand around Spicy's wrist.
Carefully guiding Spicy's hand away from the food, Braeburn began making two tacos. "What do you take on yours?"
Sonata watched Spicy's eyes nearly pop out of his head. She was taking a bite of her own taco before Spicy even got to stammer out a request.
"E-Everything," Spicy Hot said.
"Greedy, but I'm the same. Isn't your girlfriend meant to be coming to spot for you?" Braeburn set about making two tacos. He was wearing a simple black shirt that was stretched tight over his chest and arms, with a pair of black jeans that clung to him tight enough to give people a show whenever he took a step. To himself, Braeburn admitted that Spicy was as close to ideal a partner as he could get. He had to hold back from collaring the guy right then and there.
"She is. It's strange she isn't here already, actually. If there's one thing that's consistent about Rainbow, it's that she's never late to—" Spicy was just about to say party when there was a knock at the door. "That's probably her."
With her taco made, Sonata jumped to her feet and walked to the door. She got just one bite of her taco when, upon opening the door, she revealed a panicked-looking Rainbow Dash. "You're late, but they haven't started yet."
"I'm so sorry. I got carried away and—Well, I'm here now. Are you guys having tacos?" Surprising herself, Rainbow Dash approached Sonata and hugged her. "That smells really good."
Sonata, too, was surprised with the hug, though it wasn't unappreciated. She gave Rainbow a one-armed squeeze before letting her go. "Go and make yourself one. I'm heading out with Rarity tonight. I hope you three have fun!"
"Oh right, you and Rarity are going to see the Shadowcolts and Countess Coloratura, right?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Mmhmm!" Sonata practically bounced out of the place, still nibbling at her taco. Pulling out her phone, Sonata woke it up and tapped the messenger app.
—Okay, Rarity, I'm done here. Ready for a pickup whenever.— she sent.
She got another two bites before Rarity pulled up in her car. Sonata stepped over and opened the door. "Is this the bus for the concert?"
"Hop in, darling. Oooh, is that a home made taco?" Rarity leaned across and kissed Sonata as she climbed into the passenger seat. Confirmation that it was a taco and had hot chili was immediate and exciting. "Oh my. All the peppers?"
"Of course. So your place first to get ready?" Sonata fastened her safety belt and took another bite of her taco.