Of Mares and Donuts: The Holes that need Filling (voyeurism, futanari, male - female)

Of Mares and Donuts:

The Holes that need Filling

Honey Moon

The tawny coated Earth pony slept deeply. Her fiery red mane was spread all over the pillows and her lengthy tail emerged from the rumpled bedding. A gentle whinny of a snore sounded regularly as the bedroom door slowly opened.

“This will never do.” said Sunflower Meadows as she entered her friend and employer’s bedroom. “Wakey-wakey!” she called as her horn glowed. The curtains parted, letting in brilliant mid afternoon sunlight.

Pay Dirt groaned. “You’re fired!” she said for perhaps the three thousandth time in their year’s long partnership.

“Not if I quit first.” The pale blue Unicorn said with a grin as she tossed her shimmering black mane. “Now get that rump out of bed.”

“Why did Celestia raise the sun so darn early today?” Pay Dirt grumbled as she tried to focus bleary eyes on her bedside clock. “It’s only three!”

“That’s three PM, I’ll have you know.”

Pay Dirt struggled from beneath the covers to stare at her Mare Friday. “What? Why did you let me sleep so late, Sunny?”

“Somepony stayed up far too late studying the metallurgical assays from her latest mine acquisitions.” Sunflower said with a sweet smile. “I thought you needed your rest.”

“I hate late night paperwork.” Pay Dirt said as she finally emerged from her tangled bedding. “It’s about time I head out again. I need the thrill of following a seam!”

“I know. You want to be out in the wilderness, digging another hole in some dank dark cave.”

“How can you call it digging a hole?” Pay Dirt snorted. “You just haven’t experienced the joy of scenting out the perfect place for the first swing of the pick-axe. You never felt the thrill of following a quartz vein through warm living rock. What if my nose failed me? Will the vein taper off, or will my trusty olfactory senses lead me onto the mother load?”

“If I want gold, I don’t need to smell it out. I just go to a jewelry shop.”

“Sunny, you lack poetry in your soul.”

“I also lack a dusty coat and dirt in my mane.”

“That too.” Pay Dirt laughed. “Why do you put up with me?”

The Unicorn smiled. “Maybe it’s because I know all of your little secrets.” Her horn glowed again, and a silver tray drifted into the room.

“Sunny, you’re the best!” Pay Dirt said as she sat her rump back on the bed, and used both front hooves to pick up the large steaming mug of coffee. “When was the last time I gave you a raise?”

“Just last week, I do believe.” Sunflower said haughtily. Horn glowing, her glasses lifted from her face, and a cloth polished the gleaming lenses. Replacing the glasses before her eyes, she finished quite smugly. “It had something or other to do with my attention to detail when presenting oral reports.”

Pay Dirt’s ears gave a twitch. “Is that what you call it?”

“Boss, you know you love my oral.”

Pay Dirt giggled. “Sunny, your tongue is simply 24 karat!”

“I bet you say that to all the Fillyfoolers.” Sunflower said coyly.”

“Nope, just to the golden tongued vixen that drives me crazy.” Pay Dirt smiled bashfully. “I’ve never yet found a stallion with a tongue as long and supple as yours, Sunny.”

“Then I retract my last statement.” Sunflower smiled happily. While she and Boss both frequently enjoyed the pleasures that only a stallion could bring, they had vowed since foalhood that all other fillies were off limits. They were the only mares good enough for each other. Her horn glowed as she adjusted her glasses. “Boss, I feel slighted. You forgot talented.”

“That goes without saying, so stop fishing for compliments!” Pay Dirt took another sip of coffee, stared at the mug, and then looked up in alarm. “Sunny, do you feel okay? Quick, go get some fresh air!”

“Boss, I’m fine!” Sunflower sighed. “My morning sickness thankfully lives up to its name, and you’re su

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