Lesbian Assburgers
Birds were chirping tonight in Ponyville. The weather had recently picked up, shifting quickly from the bitter cold of a winter that had long overstayed it's welcome, to the warm embrace of a late arriving spring. The animals were mad with excitement at the pleasantly warm, but still cool, air. Of course, the ponies of Ponyville were also quite happy about this sudden shift. And on this particular night Singurarity, newcomer to the small pony town, was utterly overjoyed. Not only was the weather nice, but she had been invited to Vinyl Scratch's place for a meal.
Although Singurarity was new in town, and not too accustom to making friends, or the gravity of Pony-earth (compared to her 200 years on the moon at least), she was swiftly becoming the talk of the town. See, Singurarity was a special pony. That isn't to say all ponies aren't special, like snowflakes, all unique — all quickly extinguished by extreme temperatures. But she was more specialer. Because she had the allitism. She didn't let this define her, albeit most people see her as just another allitist, rather she wanted to be seen as the great musician she was. She was gifted in many ways, and one of the most unique of those unique ways was her ability to bleed the soothing sounds of dubstep.
Her wubeth outshined even the highly skilled Vinyl Scratch when they did a two-pony show at last week's Burning Pony. All she had to do was cut herself rhythmically. Soon the liquid goo of pure source dubstep was washing over the roaring crowd, coating them all. It was a good night, and after several dubgasms backstage Vinyl invited Singurarity to dinner. She replied with an allitistic bark of joy before hitting her head against the wall. Luckily her horn is super strong so it didn't break.
Now was the moment of truth, Singurarity though to herself as she stood outside Vinyl's door. She waited for 20 minutes, getting more and more worried. That's when she realized she forgot to knock! Silly Singurarity!
"Hello?" Vinyl called as she swung open the door.
"Heahlow," Singurarity said in her potato voice, thick with allitism.
"Oh hey, Singurarity, come in," Vinyl said, waving her in with her hand.
The pretty white unicorn was almost like Singurarity, except without wings and not as good at everything. She was decked out in tight jeans which accented her thick thighs and plump ass, and her classic Matrix goggles sat underneath her dyed hair.
"Were is Octav?" Singurarity struggled to say.
"She's just in the other room, come on."
Vinyl led her down a short hall which opened into a dining room. Candles burned and illuminated the flowery table. Octavia, the cellist sat on one end, placing food on each plate, one for each of the three guests. Octavia greeted Singurarity softly, and the allicorn flapped her arms in response, like a bird, ready to fly. Vinyl pulled out a seat for her new friend, and they sat together across from Octy.
Vinyl and Octavia began eating, they must have been hungry. Singurarity stuffed her fat face with her bare hands, hayburger bits and dollops of potato falling from her mouth as she shoved the delicious eats in. As must as she was enjoying Octavia's home cooked meal her pussy was wet for some of that Moon style Chicken and Waffles like mom used to make.
She moaned loudly, and pointed to her groin with her potato caked fingers.
"Enjoying your food?" Vinyl asked with a small smile.
"Yee," she barked, angrily rubbing her vagina through her jeans.
"Whoa, that's lewd," Octavia said, gasping as she unbuttoned her dress shirt to reveal her buxom chest breasts.
"TITS!" Singurarity yelled, hopping across the table to grasp for those mushy mounds.
Oh she mauled those breasts, Octavia presenting them with no abandon. Vinyl was now getting hot under the collar, and began to undress. With Singurarity's fine ass and spread legs on the table in front of her Vinyl got the bright idea to help her friend undress as well. She tugged off the pony's jeans, and the panties under those.
"Mouf on here!" Singurarity said through the tits as she pointed with one hand toward her vagina. Vinyl was happy to oblige her, burying her snout deep in that ass and pussy. She got to tonguing as Singurarity fondled Octavia, who had now begun to pleasure herself with a roasted carrot. The flecks of parsley and basil on the carrot's shaft were slight, but heightened her pleasure tenfold.
"Oh Vinyl, never before has someone turned so fast when subject to our famous lesbian burgers!"
"Hugh?" Singurarity asked in her clogged sounding tard voice.
"Ssssh Octy, no one can know our secret."
The wubster alicorn shrugged her shoulders and returned to Octavia, slapping the earth pony's clit with a salt shaker she had found on the table. It must have been working for the cellist, for she let out a deep groan and uttered the words, "OH CELESTIA I'M CUMMING~!"
Vinyl knew this was her cue to go ham on that Arby's roast ham sandwich of a vagina in front of her. She shoved her elbow in there and began grinding roughly, channeling The Rock as she elbow fucked her new buddy. Violently, Vinyl worked her own pleasurebox and the one in front of her.
Just at that moment Singurarity's girl goo shot out her vaginal canal, spraying Vinyl in a loud and wet stream of universe-colored jizz. The unicorn was now deaf, having experienced pure dub right in her face. However despite her bleeding ears and blurry vision, she managed to finish herself off and cum, shaking violently.
The three ponies stopped for a moment, all panting and looking at each other. Singurarity rolled over and said something, "frens?"
"Friends," Octavia replied happily, with a huff.
"WHAT?" Vinyl asked with a shout.
And then they fucked again and again. . .