> Warm In Manehattan
>  by Inked Moongleam
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> Hearth's Warming Eve
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"Ah, Pistachio! There you are, darling," Rarity said, catching up to him. Clad in her warmest attire, she expertly navigated the snowy sidewalk through the crowd. "Did you pack up everything?"

The young stallion nodded and smiled, pointing to a large box. "Of course, got all the costumes folded and packed," he said, adjusting his scarf.

Rarity smiled back. "Good, good! Thanks again for all your help today, dear. It was so generous of you to come all the way to Manehattan with me for the pageant."

"Oh, no, no!" Pistachio immediately corrected. "It was amazing to come here with you, Rarity. Thank you for inviting me. This city is amazing. There's just so many things to see and do!"

"Well, I'm sure you can't wait to get back to your family for Hearth's Warming and tell them all about it." Rarity craned her neck, looking around. "Let's just say goodbye to Coco Pommel real quick, then we'll be on our way. Ah, there she is!"

Coco Pommel was a cute cream-colored mare with a short blue mane. She trotted to them, a concerned look on her face. "Rarity! Have you heard?"

Rarity shot her a confused look. "Heard what?"

"There's a huge snow storm coming! All the trains are delayed until tomorrow, at least. The airships too!"

Rarity gasped. "What?! B-but, we gotta head back to Ponyville, to be with our families! How can we return home in time for Hearth's Warming Eve if there's no train?"

Coco Pommel shook her head, deflated. "I'm sorry, Rarity. I don't think you'll be able to."

"Sigh… It's not your fault, dear. I guess we'll have to find a hotel for tonight, Pistachio."

"That might be difficult," Coco Pommel said. "This time of the year, everything is booked months in advance. Why don't you two spend the night at my place? I wasn't planning on going out anyway."

"You weren't? Well, if it is really no trouble, it would be very kind of you, Coco," Rarity said.




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"Um, your name is Pistachio, right?" Coco Pommel asked as they climbed the narrow staircase to her home. "Your hat is fantastic. Is that really a Fedora Felt original?"

The young stallion beamed, looking up fondly at the western-chic piece of art adorning his curly, bright green mane. "It sure is! It was a gift from Rarity… sort of. It was by mistake, actually."

"And, I keep telling you, it's no coincidence the hat ended in your possession: it's fate, darling!" Rarity assured. "And I'm ever so glad it did."

Panting a little, they finally ran out of stairs to climb, and arrived at a locked door.

"It's small, but it should be okay for one night," Coco Pommel said, mildly embarrassed, as she opened the lock and ushered her guests inside.

"Woah, I love it!" Pistachio said, impressed by the decor.

Coco Pommel's apartment occupied the upper floor of a tenant building in the fashion district. It was old, but also a veritable treasure trove of theatrical fashion, obviously serving as both a living and working space to the young mare. The large windows — closed to keep out the frigid winter air — offered an impressive view of the Manehattan skyline and the snowclad community park. Outside, the storm was already brewing, lowering visibility and blanketing the entire city under heavy snow.

Coco placed a few logs in a small fireplace and lit the pile. Warm flames danced in the hearth, providing the heat the dusty radiators struggled to generate on their own.

"Ahh, that's better! Um, does anypony want some tea?"



Pistachio spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with Rarity and Coco Pommel, sipping tea around the fire. After an entire day running around backstage for the Hearth's Warming Eve pageant, the three of them had earned a break.

Later, they prepared a little Hearth's Warming meal together. To the mares' surprise, Pistachio baked a delicious choco-nut cake for them. It made for a succulent dessert.

"I'm impressed by your pastry skills, Pistachio," Rarity commented, daintily wiping the excess chocolate from the corner of her mouth. "Pinkie Pie would love to have your recipe, I'm sure."

Pistachio blushed. "Oh, well, I love fashion, of course, but I still picked up a thing or two living on an acorn farm, you know? It's nothing at all, really."

"Well, it was divine. Oh, I do so wish Sweetie Belle was with us tonight! I had the loveliest present just for her too… Instead, I'm here, imposing myself on you last minute. I'm sorry…"

A rosy blush appeared on Coco Pommel's cheeks. "It's alright. I'm sure your family understands. And, it's nice to have you two here for Hearth's Warming Eve. Too bad we don't have any gifts to exchange. Unless you'd like some of the leftover costumes from the pageant?"

Rarity laughed, looking better. "I think I'll pass, dear. I already don't know what to do with the ones I have. But, you know, somepony told me the best gift ever was friendship, and I'm happy to spend tonight with dear friends such as you."

"Uh, you mean… me too?" Pistachio asked, stunned.

Rarity booped his snout. "Well, of course, darling! I didn't bring you all the way to Manehattan just because I needed help fitting costumes," she said, calling him silly with her tone.

"Oh…"

There was a lull in the conversation. Outside, the blizzard was raging, the wind causing the windows to shake, the streetlights surrounded by a hazy halo through the heavy snowfall.

"My, my…" Rarity said. "What dreadful weather indeed. No wonder the trains were delayed. Who would want to be outside in this mess?"

Coco Pommel smiled. "Aw, it's not so bad. Besides, my mother always said a good winter storm just made huddling inside that much cozier." She picked up everypony's dirty plates and brought them to the sink. "Why don't we settle down by the fire together?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose you're right, dear," Rarity admitted.

"I'll just wash these real quick, then I'll join you," the younger mare said. "There's a big blanket on the couch, if you want."

Pistachio sat down on the carpet by the fireplace. Rarity, meanwhile, levitated the blanket with her magic, unfolding it. "Oh, this is perfect! Is that genuine Trottingham wool by any chance? It's so wonderfully soft."

"Mmhmm! I had some excess from a previous order, so I made this," Coco Pommel answered from the kitchen.

Rarity laid down next to Pistachio, and draped the heavy fabric over them. The young stallion relaxed, staring into the crackling flames.

A few minutes later, Coco Pommel turned the kitchen's light off and trotted to join them. Pistachio shuffled to the side to leave her space. He expected Rarity to do the same, but the unicorn did not budge, and he felt her flank against his own. Pistachio froze, unsure if the contact was okay. Rarity, however, said nothing.

"Thanks," Coco Pommel said, settling down at Pistachio's side under the heavy cover. "Aww, this is so nice…"

All but purring, Rarity huddled closer. "Mmh, indeed."

A mare on both sides, Pistachio wasn't sure how to react. Not that he was complaining, but it certainly was a first for him. It was so… intimate.

"Is something the matter, dear?" Rarity asked, noticing his expression. "You're been unusually quiet."

Pistachio let out a nervous little laugh. "Oh, no, no… nothing at all. It's just… I've never hung out with mares like that. Especially not on Hearth's Warming Eve."

Rarity snuggled against him, rubbing her cheek on his neck. "No need to be shy, darling. If it makes you feel better, I'm not used to this either."

Pistachio cocked an eyebrow. "R-Really? But… you're famous! You must have so many admirers!"

"Haha! You're so kind. Alas, if only that were true… Truth be told, between my fashion career, my teaching at Twilight’s school, and all the drama I keep being dragged into, I just don't have many chances to spend time with stallions. It's such a shame…"

Coco Pommel nodded, giggling. "It is! All my cousins are married and pregnant, it seems. Every time I meet them, all I hear is 'When are you going to find yourself a stallion?' or 'Coco, you can't stay alone your whole life!'"

"Urgh, that sounds just like my mother." Rarity rolled her pretty eyes. "Maybe we should take a picture with Pistachio here and send it to our families."

Coco sighed. "I'd rather just enjoy my evening."

On an impulse, Pistachio gently wrapped a hoof around her neck, embracing the mare. She cooed, snuggling closer. Tenderly, he caressed her soft, light-blue mane. Not wanting to exclude Rarity, Pistachio nuzzled the unicorn's ears, causing them to flutter adorably.




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For the longest time, nopony said a thing. They simply laid there together by the hearth, the only sounds being from the fire or the wind outside, and the soft whisper of their breaths.

Everything was calm… or at least appeared to be. On the inside, Pistachio was very much struggling to ignore the warm touch of the two mares he was with. He felt the soft caress of their rumps every time they moved, repositioning themselves under the blanket. Said blanket was quickly becoming excessively warm too, but Pistachio dared not move. Partly because he wished this magical moment would last forever… and partly because his stallionhood had slipped out of its sheath. It sprawled semi-erect under him, rubbing against the carpet.

Rarity softly nuzzled the younger stallion's cheek, and Pistachio leaned onto her. His heart was trembling: Rarity's lips were so close to his, he could just…

Closing his eyes, Pistachio tenderly planted his lips on her own. He kissed Rarity, and Rarity kissed him. It was the softest, loveliest thing he ever felt, and yet it made his heart roar. His penis hardened under his barrel, growing to full size. Ignoring it, Pistachio leaned into the kiss, feeling Rarity's lips, her breath, the slight tremors of her desire.

For one sweet, heavenly moment, there was nothing but Rarity, the most talented, most beautiful mare Pistachio had ever known. Then, it was over; their lips parted, but they kept staring into each other's eyes, lost in their shared gaze.

Coco Pommel's voice brought them to reality. "That… looked fun…" the young mare said, blushing, a nuance of envy audible in her tone.

Rarity reacted like she'd touched a livewire. "Oh my! I-I'm so sorry, dear! We, uh… got caught in the moment." Blushing, she averted her eyes from Pistachio.

"Y-Yeah…" was all he managed to say.

"Oh no, no! It's okay… I'm sorry I disturbed you." Coco Pommel's face turned crimson.

"Nonsense, darling!" Rarity corrected. "You're being so kind to accommodate us like this, on Hearth's Warming no less. It's, uh… Maybe we, erm… uh…" She fidgeted with her hooves a moment, scrambling for a parachute. "It was very nice indeed. Why don't you try it too?"

"Uh?"

"Hm?"

Coco and Pistachio stared dumbfounded at Rarity, then at each other.

"Erm… is that alright?" Coco asked, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Well, of course! Ahem, if Pistachio is okay with it, it goes without saying."

Looking back and forth, Pistachio glanced one last time at Rarity, then observed Coco's cute face. The little ray of hope sparkling in the young mare's eyes was simply irresistible. Without a word, Pistachio shut his eyes and pressed forward, closing the gap.

Coco let out a soft little moan as their muzzles met. Her lips were so gentle, Pistachio lost himself into the kiss. With one leg, he embraced her, feeling the little quivers of pleasure coursing under her fur. Coco gasped, her lips parting ever so slightly, and, instinctively, Pistachio delved deeper. His tongue slipped between her lips and in her muzzle. The mare opened wide, willfully letting him explore her mouth and caress her tongue.

Rarity caressed Pistachio's spine as he made out with her friend. The sensation of these two mares was overwhelming. The young stallion broke the kiss, if only to breathe. Coco Pommel placed a hoof on her rosy cheek, ecstatic, but too dazed for words.

His breath ragged, his heart racing, Pistachio stayed still. Facing the hearth under the blanket and between two mares, he was getting quite sweaty. His sex was fully erect, but at this point the heat was making it very hard to care about modesty. Rarity nuzzled his withers, burying her snout in the side of his neck.

Finally, unable to stand it anymore, Pistachio cleared his throat. "Erm… Rarity? Could we remove…?" he asked, nodding toward the blanket.

"Mmhmm…" Rarity's horn lit up, and the heavy blanket floated away to be discarded in a pile on the floor.

"Aaah…" Relieved, Pistachio slumped down on the carpet. The excess heat quickly dispersed, making the two mares and their warmth that much more desirable. Pistachio hugged them both, pulling them closer.

Pistachio nibbled on Rarity's ear, then searched for her muzzle. He soon found it, and immediately he pressed his lips on hers. It required him to crane his neck somewhat uncomfortably, so he rolled to the side, hugging Rarity and letting Coco spoon him from behind.

A shiver ran through Pistachio's nether as his penis delicately brushed Rarity's prim, alabaster coat, a drop of precum sticking to her fur. They hesitated, unsure whether this was okay. When nopony complained, Pistachio placed a hoof on her croup and pressed the length of his erection in her soft rump.

"Oh, dear, that's lovely." Rarity pushed the young stallion ever so slightly, letting her observe his sex. Tenderly, she stroked it with her hoof, getting a soft gasp from him. "I've never seen one like this before," Rarity admitted. "It's so warm…"

"Me neither," Coco Pommel said. Pistachio looked back over his shoulder to see her stare at his cock. Strangely, he wasn't embarrassed at all; in fact, it felt lovely. Coco's hoof soon followed her eyes, the soft inner part of her frog cupping Pistachio's balls with tender care.

"Mmmh… girls…?"

"Does it hurt?" Rarity asked.

Pistachio sighed. "No, it feels… good."

Rarity bit her lip. "Then, if we're all comfortable with this, maybe we could… go a little further…"

Pistachio gulped, his cock twitching at the idea. "Y-You mean, like… with you?"

Coco Pommel's eyes flashed with desire and worries both. "Um, can we?"

"Why ever not?" Rarity answered. "We shan't be disturbed tonight in this dreadful blizzard, we have some lovely company, and we do not have to worry about estrus until next spring." She caressed Pistachio's sex. "And… I'd love to offer you my maidenhood, dear. It's Hearth's Warming, after all."

Pistachio blushed. "Erm, I-I've never done that before. How, uh…"

"Well, neither have we," Rarity said, gently nudging to roll on his back. "I suppose it can't be dreadfully complicated. Here, just lay like this. Yes, perfect. Oh, Coco, dear, maybe lend him a pillow?"

Laying on his back by the fire, Pistachio watched Rarity as she mounted over him. She rested her body on him, her face mere inches from his, his penis pressing in-between their tummies. He could see the gleaming reflection of the flames in her beautiful blue eyes right as she closed them.

They kissed, slowly, delicately.

Rarity stroked Pistachio's cheek. His cock twitched against her belly, making her smile. "You're stallionhood, it's beautiful, you know? Here, feel this…" She gently guided his hoof between her legs, under her tail. The little slitted bulge of her sex was warm and moist. "I want it here, inside. Coco, would you mind terribly if I went first?"

The younger mare smiled. "No, no! You two go ahead. Just, um… leave some for me, okay?"

"Of course, darling. Now, Pistachio, are you ready?"

"Y-Yeah…"

Smiling beautifully, Rarity lifted herself off him. She took a moment to admire his erection, then used her hoof to guide its tip to her supple folds. Her labia parted, welcoming Pistachio's glans in her vulva. With some fiddling, it soon found its way in her vagina. Rarity let out a dainty "Aaah!" as she pushed back with her rump, taking her young friend within herself. Pistachio stared at her face, her beautiful, elegant face, enthralled by her charms.

Pistachio had often wondered how sex would feel, but even his wildest fantasy had come up short of the real deal. Rarity was so soft inside. Her vagina was like silk coated in warm honey as his penis disappeared, inch after inch, within her most private parts.

Pistachio wrapped his forelegs around her withers, hugging Rarity as her vulva kissed his sheath, his erection resting fully inside her. He tenderly stroked her elegant mane. "R-Rarity, you're… Mmmh! You okay? Does it hurt?"

Rarity kissed his snout, squirming a little and getting a feel of his cock. "I'm more than alright, darling. This is divine! Aaah!"

Getting bolder, Rarity pulled up a few inches, then slammed back down. Pistachio helped her with motion, guiding her up and down, and moving his pelvis.

His heavy, full ballsack bounced freely between his legs. He had worried about his lack of experience, but now that he was doing it, Pistachio discovered that his body knew what to do. They settled in a nice rhythm, one that was comfortable for both of them. Their sexes made a lovely *shlick* sound every time they mashed together, and the delicious, tangy scent of their mating permeated Coco's apartment.

As they made love, Pistachio explored every inch of Rarity he could lay his hooves on. Her breath was ragged, feverish, and he could feel her thunderous heartbeats under her skin and within her core. Wanting more, Pistachio grabbed her and rolled, changing position so that he could pin her down underneath him.

"Oh, my!" Rarity started before being interrupted by a kiss. Pistachio pressed down on her rump, getting deeper inside her than he could before. His engorged glans poked her cervix, the entrance to her uterus. His tip was flaring. Rarity's womb was right there, ready to accept his seed. All he had to do was relax, let go, and ejaculate. But he didn't. Rarity hadn't come yet, and Pistachio would rather have burned his one-of-a-kind Fedora Felt than disappoint her.

Holding out was difficult, though, since he was now on top, Pistachio was granted a delicious view of Coco Pommel masturbating in front of him. The mare had her forehooves crammed in her slit, desperately rubbing herself.

This apparently did not escape Rarity, who grabbed her friend's rump in her unicorn powers. Coco gasped, being suddenly dragged toward them. Her butt ended inches away from their faces, her puffy vulva on full display. Coco parted her labia once more, revealing the entrance of her snatch as well as her clit.

Plunging into Rarity, Pistachio leaned forward and planted a kiss on Coco's unbearably cute vulva, making both mares moan. Tangy fluids coated his muzzle, the scent and taste of an aroused mare overwhelming his senses.

Pistachio thrusted into Rarity, feeling her snatch tremble all around his cock. She was panting, murmuring incoherently, desperately holding on to him. Pistachio's glans flared, and he pressed it against her deepest reaches. Resting on the dock of Rarity's tail, Pistachio's heavy testicles throbbed in their sack. Warm, creamy semen gushed from his tip, through Rarity's cervix, and into her virgin womb. The unicorn cooed in delight, feeling her young friend's seed pool in her abdomen. Pistachio held her close, grasping her firmly as he ejaculated inside her.

Sperm flooded Rarity's core. The young stallion planted a kiss on her muzzle, diving in her mouth with his tongue. He caressed her rump, her back, her mane: Pistachio couldn't get enough of her. Even as ejaculation waned and his penis softened, he stayed within her

Rarity was breathing heavily, her heart wild in her chest. "Aaah… unf… aaah… That… That was… fabulous…"

"Uh-uh," Pistachio replied, filled with bliss, his head hazy from the soft afterglow.

Looking up, Pistachio realized Coco Pommel was no longer there. Well, she was still nearby, but her vulva was no longer directly in his face. Instead, the young mare was observing them, lounging on the carpet, her hoof gently rubbing between her legs but not quite masturbating.

With a relaxed sigh, Pistachio pulled back from Rarity, his cock slipping out of her snatch and making her shudder. He took a step back, taking a moment to admire her well used sex. Rarity's vulva was red and moist, her labia wide open and showing the entrance of her vagina. As the fashionista went limp, utterly satisfied, gooey sperm oozed from her hole, trickling along the rim of her anus to soak into the base of her beautiful tail.

"So, how does it feel?" Coco asked, caressing Rarity's slightly disheveled mane.

Rarity cooed softly, stroking her belly where she could feel the warmth Pistachio had left in her. "Oh… Coco, dear… It's wonderful, simply wonderful. We should have done this ages ago."

Suddenly, a guilty frown obscured Rarity's face. "And… oh, darling, how insensitive of me! Here I am, taking a handsome stallion all for myself and leaving you with nothing. What a poor friend you must think I must be…"

Coco blushed, taking a look at Pistachio before shaking her head. "Oh, it's okay. It was fun to be with you two tonight. I wouldn't want to get in the way."

Rarity got back on her hooves faster than on the morning of Black Friday, a slightly manic glint in her eyes. "'Okay'? No, it is not 'okay'! This is nonsense! You have to try it yourself, dear, and… and… you didn't even finish! We got to rectify this immediately. We must! Pistachio, darling, please tell me you can go again tonight. Can you?"

"Erm…" Hesitantly, Pistachio stared at his cock. It was soft and small, coated in Rarity's fluids, and slightly painful. Yet, the thought of doing this again, of having sex with another mare, made it twitch once more. "Well, um… Maybe? I'd like to, at least."

Rarity breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, perfect! Just… lay with her. I'll help you two get going."

Unsure what she meant by that, but keen on finding out, Pistachio settled down against Coco's back, spooning the mare and pressing his balls on her croup. Coco Pommel cooed softly, making herself comfortable in his embrace. Pistachio groomed her adorable little mane. She craned her neck, offering her muzzle, and Pistachio gladly gave her the kiss she was yearning for.

Pistachio was barely starting his exploration of Coco Pommel's muzzle when he felt Rarity's tongue on his testicles. The unicorn kissed and licked the sack, sending little happy shivers down Pistachio's spine. Then, Rarity moved to Coco Pommel, sipping her tongue in her pussy and making her moan. Rarity went back and forth between her friends, readying them for intercourse.

Despite being quite sensitive, Pistachio's stallionhood peeked out of its sheath once more. He moved his rump back a little, letting Rarity work on his shaft directly. As he'd hoped, the unicorn took his nascent erection in her mouth, suckling on his glans and no doubt tasting herself on it. As Rarity fellated him, Pistachio kissed and caressed Coco. He dipped his hoof between her legs, getting a feel of her sex. It was puffy, burning, wet, and it excited him. At the base of her slit, Coco's engorged clit winked every time Pistachio touched it, eliciting adorable little gasps from the mare.

Pistachio was no stranger to masturbation, of course, but it always left him satisfied and sleepy. To his surprise, while he was definitely more relaxed than earlier, the combined touches of Rarity and Coco Pommel were quickly getting him excited again. His erection grew in Rarity's mouth, forcing her to back off more and more lest she'd choke on it.

To be fair, the blowjob Rarity was giving him was amateurish at best, but it didn't matter. He was just a nopony raised on an acorn farm in the middle of nowhere, and that was the Rarity going down on Pistachio — one of the most famous ponies in Equestria, and perhaps the most gorgeous mare he'd ever seen. A bit of clumsiness on her part was a small price to pay for such an extraordinary gift.

When Rarity pulled out to breathe, Pistachio's cock had risen quite a bit, not fully hard but getting there. Without a word, he raised Coco Pommel's tail out of the way, pinning it in-between her back and his barrel. With a bit of fiddling and prodding, Pistachio found her marehood and pressed his glans on her entrance.

Mounted over Coco Pommel, Pistachio embraced her tenderly. Forelegs wrapped around her neck, he hugged her close, his penis sliding smoothly in her vagina, effortlessly taking her virginity.

Being inside this mare, making love to her, felt like the most natural thing ever. Coco's body was warm and welcoming, his penis fitting snugly in her snatch. Pistachio pressed ball-deep in her pussy, her clitoris poking his sack. Coco Pommel squirmed, instinctively trying to get the sex going, but Pistachio held her down, simply enjoying the comfort of her sex and letting his erection swell within her snatch. Rarity kissed his heavy ballsack, licking in-between Pistachio's testicles, her snout brushing his tailhole.

Eventually, Pistachio pulled his cock a few inches out of Coco Pommel. His penis, slick with her arousal, glistened briefly in the firelight as it emerged from her vulva, only to disappear back inside with a soft smack.

"Aaah!" Coco's lovely little gasp spurred her young partner harder. Pistachio happily penetrated her, mating the mare like she desired. His balls bounced freely under his bright green tail, bumping Coco's clit and Rarity's muzzle in alternance. Coco arched her spine and lifted her rump, helping him get deeper inside her. Her vagina felt different than Rarity's: the canal felt looser somehow, and a bit shorter too. With his penis back at full length, Pistachio easily reached her cervix.

As Pistachio picked up speed, Rarity gave up on his balls and went lower. Tilting her head so he wouldn't impale his balls on her horn, Rarity suckled on her friend's clit. She licked Coco's vulva and Pistachio's stallionhood as it plunged in and out of it, coated in tangy mare juices.

Coco Pommel was beaming, her breaths short as she mated for the first time in her life. Already pent up beforehand, assaulted on two fronts by Pistachio and Rarity, Coco was feeling the onset of a powerful orgasm radiating throughout her belly. Her vagina clenched hard around Pistachio's cock, her body desperately trying to collect his seed.

"Oh, my! Oh, yes! Yes!" Coco pushed up with her butt just as Pistachio was pushing in. Her cervix gave way, letting his glans enter her womb.

Pistachio's tip flared, locking him inside her. He hugged her, burying his muzzle in her mane, feeling Coco's orgasm rocks her body. The walls of her uterus were incredibly soft around his glans, and the rest of his penis was massaged by the pulsating constrictions of her snatch. A tiny whimper escaped Pistachio's lips, and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the mare. His cock twitched, and his gooey semen gushed in her womb.

Coco cooed, feeling the sperm pouring within her. Pinned in Pistachio's embrace, she let go of everything, letting the young stallion ejaculate inside her and claim her womb for his foal — not that she would give him any without being in heat, of course. It went on seemingly forever, encouraged by Rarity who licked and nuzzled Pistachio's throbbing ballsack, inviting him to empty it all in her friend. Streams of cum coated Coco's womb, seeping into her every recess.

Finally, Pistachio pulled out of Coco's snatch, his penis going limp. He poured the last of his seed on Rarity's muzzle before falling limply to the side, completely spent.




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Rarity huffed and puffed in indignation, her face coated with Pistachio's sticky, smelly semen. "R-Really? Eww! Pistachio, could you have not…"

She stopped. Pistachio and Coco Pommel had fallen both asleep, cuddling on the floor by the hearth, a strand of gooey sperm linking their genitals, and that was simply too adorable to get upset at. With a sigh, Rarity rose from the floor and went to the bathroom to wipe her face.

When Rarity returned to the living room, her friends had not moved an inch, still sound asleep. Carefully, she levitated Coco and Pistachio, and brought them to Coco's bedroom to tuck them in for the night. Rarity gave each a little kiss before joining them under the covers. She yawned.

"Good night, dears… and merry Hearth's Warming Eve."




~ The End ~