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Borg said:
Invite Moonflower to join us in the bedroom and tell us about how the training went before we move on to more physical activities.
You welcome Moonflower back from upstairs, and let her know where you are. You hear the shuffling of cloth, and some muffled clattering as the bat pony’s satchel joins the rest of the bags.
Moonflower: “Be right there!”
As Moonflower enters the wet room to prepare for bed, you close the book you were reading, and put it away. Before long, light hoofsteps trot up to the bedroom, and the young bat pony appears from the staircase.
Moonflower: “Hi! What’cha doin’?”
Apple Basket: “We were jus’ readin’ one of the books Blazer got from Ponyville.”
Moonflower: “Ooh, comfy! What’s it about?”
You briefly summarize what you’ve read thus far, then ask Moonflower how her lesson with the Princess went.
Moonflower: “I learned a lot! Stuff about souls and magic and balance. It went by fast, but my head feels like it got bigger!”
You congratulate the Oracle on a successful debut. Then, speaking of heads and getting bigger, you give Apple Basket’s thigh a gentle stroke of your hoof, and suggest a well-deserved treat to end the day.
Apple Basket: “Uh, h-heh… it’s all yours!”
Moonflower: “Oooh, I could go for a snack! Wanna share? Heeheehee…”
With that, you and Moonflower begin to share said snack, taking your time to savour it with the occasional smooch and nuzzle, before moving on to the main course. That is to say, the intercourse.
A faint lemony aroma lingers as you and your friends follow up with a few sessions of passionate workout and affectionate relaxation. By the top of the hour, you all lie in bed together, thoroughly satisfied.
Moonflower: “Phew, I’m super full! You doin’ okay, Basket? It feels like we took more outta you than normal!”
Apple Basket: “I-I’m okay! S’just the, uh… glowy Oracle eyes, I reckon. I know you’re still the same Moonflower as before, but seein’ ‘em while you’re, uh… well, it makes me feel real special, y’know?”
Moonflower: “Oh, that’s right! Heehee! I got’cha.”
Moonflower pulls the colt into a sticky hug, and you can’t help but chuckle. Despite her new title, the young bat pony certainly hasn’t lost her appetite for best friends.
Having worked up quite a sweat — to say the very least —, you find yourselves with little choice but to make a quick trip to the shower together. And while you’re at it, you decide to change the bed’s covering for something dry.
Once the night’s frolics are rinsed away, your party regroups under the fresh blanket for some extra cuddles. The clock on the wall indicates a quarter past ten; with the festival tomorrow, you consider turning in within an hour or two, at most.
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