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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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23. Pony Pussy Pleaser
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Mabel was no longer Mabel.
She WAS Mabel, but she was costumed to play a part. Since Mabel had been a very little girl, she had been one of the biggest fans of the Playful Prancing Ponies. She had fanatically created the whole set of play figures, beginning with My Friends the Playful Prancing Ponies, back when humans and the ponies co-existed in some world or other.
And then she collected the whole set of Love Is Powerful Playful Prancing Ponies. And the whole set of Friendship is Power Playful Prancing Ponies. And then the whole set of Playful Prancing Ponies Meet Frankenstein. And Playful Prancing Ponies: The Next Generation. And then Buy More Playful Prancing Ponies!
As the ads said, “Gotta corral ‘em all.” She had seen the ponies morph over the years, until they were no longer ORDINARY playful prancing ponies, but were normal ponies who could talk and somehow use tools with hoofs but no opposable thumbs, plus Pegasus ponies, plus unicorn ponies, plus alicorn ponies, plus Ben the Basilisk, plus Terry the Turtle . . . .
Put it this way: she could sell the collection online to other fanatics for enough money to buy a Learjet, if she didn’t love them all so. But she never would.
So whimsical Pacifica, with Tambry’s help, spent time that afternoon transforming Mabel into her absolute favorite pony of all time, at least on that day. They had used spray-on body paint to turn her skin a matte-textured lavender tingled with pink, head to toe, including boobs and her formerly private area, which Tambry expertly shaved first.
Once that was done, Pacifica brought out these . . . shoes. They were wedges, so steeply inclined that Mabel basically stood on her toes. They sprayed the tall back of the shoes, the heels and the front of the ankle, lavender to match Mabel. They kept the toes black, so they gave the effect of hooves. Similarly, Mabel was to wear long gloves, sprayed lavender, but they were more or less mittens, except there was no separate thumb, and from God knew where Pacifica had bought these plastic cuppy things that turned Mabel’s hands into her front hooves, black like the rear ones.
They had also colored Mabel’s hair with temporary dies. Now it was bright red, orange, yellow, blue, green, and purple. And her butt plug this time had a similarly multicolored tail. And the finishing touch was a temporary tattoo on her butt, a five-pointed star trailing a rainbow arch.
They had turned her into Lavender Bow, who in most of the many versions of the show was the manic enthusiastic pony. Quite fitting.
Since in the TV cartoons all the ponies could speak English, this time Mabel wasn’t restricted to neighing. But she had to walk on all fours, which was awkward. Giggling, Tambry and Pacifica led her to the dressing room which had a whole wall that was nothing but a floor to ceiling mirror. “What do you think?” Pacifica asked.
Mabel trotted back and forth, checking herself out. “It’s perfect! She said. “I’m Lavender Bow!”
“Face the mirror and rear up,” Pacifica said.
Mabel did, hunkering, knees spread and bent, hands pawing the air. “Ooh, my pony pussy looks so SMOOTH! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Well,” Tambry said, “That was two hours weirdly spent. I’m gonna take some pics, Ma—I mean Lavender. Pose for me!”
They moved out to the back yard, where Mabel could pose in the grass, with the downhill slope to a creek and then the pine woods on the far side in the background. “Prance!” Tambry directed.
Mabel posed with both feet on the ground, her left hand on the ground, and her right arm raised, elbow crooked. She raised her chin and gave the camera a mischievous look. “Another one,” Tambry said. “And another one . . . now hold it.” Tambry squatted. “Lift your right hoof a little more . . . wanna see those boobs! Got it! One more.”
Then Mabel posed rearing, both hands pawing the air, and Tambry snapped her from the side to show her tattoo and then from the front to show boobs and bare lavender pussy. They went inside and Mabel posed in bed. She sat on the edge, breasts and pussy again on display, and sucked a dildo. Then she cradled the dildo in her cleavage, her tongue stuck out and touching the tip. Then the dildo about to please her pussy, her head turned to the side, her grin wide, her eyes looking invitingly into the camera. Then kneeling, sitting on her hooves, and Tambry snapped her from the rear, tail concealing her crack, as Mabel looked seductively over her left shoulder.
“Sexy as fuck,” Tambry pronounced.
“Put away the phone,” Pacifica said.
“Aw.”
“You are not taking photos of me naked,” Pacifica said firmly. “But you can get naked too. Let’s let Lavender show us some pony passion.”
“Yay!” Mabel cheered.
In the bedroom, Pacifica bent over the bed—her favorite doggy-style position—while Tambry sat on the floor and inserted a vibe in her pussy. “Now, Lavender Bow, I want you to lick my butthole,” Pacifica said. “Be a good pony and do a nice job and I’ll give you a sugar cube.”
“Yum!” Pacifica had thoughtfully provided Mabel with a poofy pillow to kneel on, and she quickly settled in and got into position.
Tambry watched. With those hoof gloves on, Mabel couldn’t grip Paz’s ass, but she could spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered asshole. Mabel leaned in, stuck out her tongue—it looked strangely pinker coming from her lavender-tinted face—and started to lick.
“Make your tongue softer at first!” Paz ordered.
“She’s enjoying this,” Tambry said. It was obvious, because the body paint on Mabel’s thighs was streaking because of the juices leaking from her pussy.
“Now,” Paz said, “bottom up to top, and repeat. Lick. That feels good. Now bottom to top, top to bottom. Are you DROOLING?”
“Got lots of pony saliva!” Mabel said.
“That’s good, I like it. Now make your tongue a little harder and start swirling it. Point that tongue! Clockwise! Now counterclockwise! Repeat!”
“Mmm!” Mabel hummed.
“Gawddammit, I wish you’d let me take photos!” Tambry said.
“Sh, shut up! Faster with the vibrator!”
“I’m giving ‘er all she’s got, Cap’n!” Tambry said in a horrible Scots accent.
“Ooh, she’s pushing her tongue inside! Here it comes!”
“Whee!” Mabel said as Paz squirted. “Oh, my coat is dripping!”
“It’s washable,” Tambry said. She brandished the vibe. “Want me to do you, Lavender?”
“Please, Miss Pacifica?” Mabel asked.
“Sure, go ahead, I’ll watch,” Paz said.
Of course ponies do it doggy style, so Mabel bent over with her butt up and put her hands on the floor. Tambry got behind her, brushed her tail out of the way, and probed her pussy. “Girl, you are so ready! Paz, she’s horny! You want to see this?”
“No,” Pacifica said, getting off the bed and kneeling in front of Mabel. “I want her to suck my tits. Drink that milk, Lavender!”
Mabel eagerly suckled. Tambry fucked her with the vibrator, now and then tugging on the tail butt plug to make her squirm. She could see Mabel’s stomach fluttering and pumped harder.
“Fuck me!” Mabel yelped as she came. Her elbows gave way, and she slipped down Pacifica’s front, smearing her left boob and her stomach with lavender. Mabel mustered a squirt, not as impressive as Tambry’s or Pacifica’s, but she had clearly enjoyed the session.
“Now I’m messy, Pacifica said, finger-painting her boobs with the smears of paint. “I think playtime’s over, pony. Let’s go into the big shower and turn you back to Mabel again, and then we’ll have to do something nice for Tambry.”
“Sugar cube?” Mabel asked.
“Oh, I forgot.” Paz had a small bowl of them on the table beside the bed. She held one out on her palm. “Now, before I give you this, you’re going to promise me you’ll be obedient and do whatever I tell you. Say it.”
“I’ll obey you and do everything you say,” Mabel replied, her eyes on the sugar cube.
“Then take it nicely.”
“Thank you!”
Using only her teeth, not her lips, Mabel delicately took the sugar cube into her mouth and crunched it.
“Who owns you?” Pacifica asked, patting Mabel’s neck as if she were a real pony.
“You,” Mabel said, nuzzling Paz’s hand.
“Good.” Pacifica pulled off the gloves, prompting an “aw” from Mabel. “Don’t worry, we can play again later. Right now let’s get cleaned up. Then I think we ought to call Dipper and Wendy and see if they can come over right now for a surprise. They’re not expecting you to be here, and they weren’t planning to come until Tuesday morning, but I think you’re in shape for them now.”
“I am!” Mabel said.
“Then let’s go get clean. Turn around. I’m going to pull your tail. Squeeze!”
“So good!” Mabel said. “I didn’t’ know my butt could help me come so hard! Thanks for teaching me.”
“I’m sure you’ll find ways to repay me,” Pacifica said, leading her to the shower.
The body paint and hair die did wash off, with a lot of soap and a lot of rubbing, and when Mabel shampooed, a rainbow ran down the drain. When the three girls had finished, they helped each other dry their hair and when Paz asked Tambry what Mabel could do for her, Tambry put a finger on her chin and thought. “I like butt sex, too,” she said. “How about . . . Mabel puts on the big black strap-on vibrator and does me up the ass? You can take some photos on my phone. I don’t mind!”
“You and butt sex,” Paz said, but she agreed.
By then it was in afternoon, with the deck in shade, so they went out there, Mabel proudly sporting the curved, thick, bobbing black dildo, putting her hands behind her head and rotating her hips so it would bob as Pacifica took photos of Tambry and Mabel side by side. Then Tambry grasped the porch rail and bent down, Mabel got behind her and loosened her butt with another rim job and then with lube, and finally Mabel pushed the dildo inside.
“Ride me!” Tambry said. “I love it!”
Pacifica took about a dozen photos. Mabel looked as excited as Tam, because the vibrator was pleasing her clit as well as the other girl’s ass. Mabel, less experienced, maybe, came before Tambry did but gamely kept fucking until Tambry’s pussy squirted.
“Wish I could do it like that!” Mabel said, gazing down at the dessert-plate sized puddle.
“You’ll get there,” Tambry said. “Want some Tambry milk?”
“You two do that,” Pacifica said. “I’m going to make a call.” She stepped inside the sliding glass door but didn’t bother to close it. Out on the deck Mabel had taken off the strap-on, but now she and Tambry were leaning against the deck rail, kissing each other and rubbing each other off.
“Almost a perfect party,” Pacifica said, gently stroking her own pussy. Then with wet fingers she dialed a number on Tambry’s phone.
She heard it ring twice, and then Wendy answered. “Tambry, what’s up?”
“It’s me,” Pacifica said. “Tambry’s busy right now. Listen, how’s Dipper holding up?”
“Going strong,” Wendy said. “We’ve been experimenting a little. Show you on Tuesday.”
“Yeah, about that,” Pacifica said, “me and Tambry are really missing Dipper’s cock. I mean it’s crucial. So how about instead of Tuesday morning, you just get your asses over here now and be sure to bring Dipper’s cock with you. We’ll make sure you enjoy it!”
“Can’t do it,” Wendy said. “See, we’re not at my house or the Shack. Dip and I took off for a short vacay. We’re like two hundred miles away. It’ll take us four-five hours to drive back, and we got the cottage rented until tomorrow at eleven.”
“But I want Dipper’s cock right now!” Paz said. She bit her lip. “Sorry, I’m trying to be less bitchy these days, but . . . I miss you both!”
“We’ll be there early on Tuesday,” Wendy said. “Or even tomorrow night, if you’re that anxious.”
“Yeah, I am, “ Paz said.
Tambry stood inside the sliding glass door. Mabel, behind her, was reaching underneath and between her thighs to stick her fingers into Tam’s slit. Tam asked, “Who you talking to?”
“Wen,” Paz said.
Mabel must have heard her, because she yelled, “I’m gonna fuck DIPPER!”
“Huh?” Wendy said on the phone. “What was that? Who was it?”
“Tambry,” Paz said quickly. “She wants you back too. Call me tomorrow, bye!” Her face red, she turned on Mabel. “You nearly spoiled the surprise!”
“Oh? I’m sorry,” Mabel said. “But I want to suck Dipper’s dick, and swallow his cum, and let him fuck my pussy and my asshole . . ..”
“You’re going to be a busy little bee-word,” Tambry said. “Are they coming over?”
“Not right away,” Paz said. “They went on a trip or something. Tomorrow night.”
“Better than Tuesday morning,” Tambry said.
“Well—it’ll give us more time to train Mabel, anyway,” Pacifica said.
“What else are you gonna teach me?” Mabel asked.
“Oh,” Paz said, “we’ll think of something."

2
“Was that Pacifica?” Dipper asked, bringing Wendy a cup of herbal tea.
“Yeah, but it was Tambry’s ring. Paz borrowed her phone for some reason. Thanks, Dip.”
He kissed her, then brought himself a cup and sat next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing, I guess,” Wendy said. “Paz misses your dick, and Tambry hollered out that she wants to fuck you. Wonder if they ran out of frozen spunk?”
“Is it still that good?”
“Is it?” she grinned. “Put down your cup. Turn toward me a little more. Yeah, is that good?” She started to fap him.
“It’s always good,” he said. “But I don’t know if I can—”
“Sure you can,” Wendy said. “Just a little. You need some encouragement.” She bent down and flicked her tongue over the crown of his dick, concentrating on his slit. She did the lip-pop that got him so excited, and then sped up, jerking him off as she smiled at him, her eyes locked on his. “Cum for me, Dip,” she cooed. “I’ll show you how good it is!”
She licked her lips and fluttered her tongue at him, and damn, it made him twitch and his dick pulsed. He had cum already three or four times that afternoon, and he could only spew out about a tablespoon of semen, but she caught it in her hand. “Good boy!” she said.
She reached for her cup of tea with her free hand and then carefully poured the cum into the cup. Some still clung to her palm. “You ought to see what this is like,” she said. “You cum inside me and then go down on me, but here—lick my hand.”
“Okay,” he said. “I guess it’s no big deal, all the stuff we’ve done.” He licked up the residue.
“I love the feel of your tongue,” she said. “It’s great on my hand. Better on my pussy, but—” she stirred her cup of cum-spiked tea and then took a long drink. “Delicious,” she said. “How do you like the taste?”
“Just kind of . . . I don’t know, slippery and salty,” he said. “Nothing special. I like the way your pussy and your milk taste a lot better.”
“You as tired as I am?”
“I could sleep,” he admitted. “It’s early, though.”
“Let’s nap and if we wake up horny, we’ll do something about it,” Wendy told him. “I guess maybe Pacifica and Tambry got greedy and used up all the cum you gave them.” She frowned. “Something’s wrong somewhere.”
“What?” he asked as they got beneath the covers. She loosely gripped his dick, just in a friendly way, and he cupped his palm over her pussy.
“Don’t know. Something about the phone call. Pacifica used Tambry’s phone, and I heard Tambry yelling that she wants to fuck you and suck you off . . . wait, did I?”
“I didn’t hear it,” Dipper said.
“Something about what Pacifica said or what Tambry yelled or the way she yelled it,” Wendy said. “I’ll think about it.” She yawned. “Damn, I’m sleepy. You want to get an early start home tomorrow, or wait until the eleven o’clock check-out time?”
“Might as well get up, fuck, have breakfast, and take off for the Falls,” Dipper said.
In a dreamy voice, Wendy said, “Yeah . . . and then trade drivers every few hours and take our time and find places along the way to eat and fuck.”
“And let me go down on you.”
“And let me swallow a mouthful of your cum.”
“I’m looking forward to it, Wendy.”
Wendy yawned again. “Me, too, lover. Me, too.”
Just before she dropped off completely, Wendy had a little mental flash.
What is Pacifica up to? she wondered. And just for an instant, she had it.
But then she went to sleep and had some odd dreams and whatever the idea was, it went away completely. At least for the time being.
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