The Secret Lives of Doors, A Locked Up Story

Life in the new castle was hard to get used to. The hallways felt entirely too large, the chambers too impersonal and empty. Even the library, larger by far than sweet, lost Golden Oak, felt cold and remote. The hoof marks where she'd climbed up to look at this or that book before pulling it down, the claw marks where Spike had done the same... All of it was missing.

Her friends came by often, of course; especially Rainbow Dash - she practically lived with Twilight, even though they weren't married. Yet. But the place still felt empty. Maybe that was why Celestia and Luna had so many guards and so many servants living and working in the palace. It was also probably why Cadance and Shining Armor had their rooms so close to the bottom of the great spire in the Crystal Empire.

There was just nothing going on up in her great bedroom suite near the top of the tree. Castle. Tree-castle. But, she'd managed without staff at the library, save for Spike, and she could manage without them here as well.

Just as soon as the Luna forsaken lock opened on the door to her bathroom! Of course the crystal castle-tree thing didn't have standard door locks. They had to have keyholes on both sides of the door.

And apparently the magic that had decided to make the bathroom so big and unventilated also decided that it should use naturally occurring elements to make her life a big pile of rusty junk.

"Darn you, Spike and your seven hour bubble baths! These locks are iron! They rust!" She tried again to turn the key in the keyhole, but the stiff lock protested and refused to give way. She felt a thrum in her magic as the key twisted another half turn.

Frustrated, she pulled the key out and let it fall to the floor, then resumed her staring contest with the lock. The lock, of course, was winning. She'd been at it for an hour, just trying to leave the bathroom.

She would have teleported, but the interior of the castle was guarded against such spells to prevent incidents like Sunset Shimmer. She'd tried, of course, but instead of just fizzling, the spell had dumped her in the hot tub. Which Spike had forgotten to let drain. Again.

Wet, without a towel, getting hungry, and more than a little peeved at what the powers that be considered good interior design, Twilight was growing desperate. At least the floor was heated. It was the little niceties that made her current bathroom so much more enjoyable than the rickety shower stall in the old library's basement.

She didn't want to break her key, and the lock's tumblers were stubbornly stuck tightly enough that it was a wonder she'd been able to lock it so cleanly in the first place. Maybe she'd shaken loose a piece of rust that'd gotten lodged in place? That made sense.

She peered into the lock, but couldn't see anything. Even with a magical light, it was just a mass of rust and scrape marks. It wasn't budging.

Maybe a come to life spell? Except that hadn't gone over well last time. She didn't want to have to fix a broken door in addition to a lock. She'd asked Cadance once just how much it cost to replace a crystalline door. The figure had floored her.

"How can a simple door cost more than I made last year as a librarian?!"

Cadance had just laughed. "Just don't go breaking any doors, and I won't have to send you a bill!"

Maybe if I modified the come to life spell... and made the lock talk? That made more sense than trying to force it open. She could maybe reason with it, then. It made as much sense as anything else she'd tried thus far.

"Alright, you lock. Why won't you open?" She pulled power into her horn and formed the spell in her mind, altering the original just slightly. The lock glowed, sputtered, then grew brighter and finally faded.

"Ahhhhh!" The shriek, in her voice, but coming from the keyhole caught her completely off guard.

Twilight slammed her hooves against the lock. It continued to scream past her hooves, though tinnily. She tried not to think of what it sounded like on the other side.

"Shush!"

The lock quieted down immediately, and Twilight took her hooves from it.

"What was that for?" her voice asked from inside the keyhole. "I was just sitting here, minding my own business when you come up and give me a voice! What was I supposed to do?"

"Not scream?" Twilight suggested, a rueful smile crossing her lips. This is too weird. "Look, I'll take the spell away when I'm done, but I need your help. I'm trapped-"

"In the bathroom, yes. I know. I'm not blind. I have seen what goes on. On both sides of the door." Its voice turned sultry, a bare whisper of seductive intent. "You and Rainbow Dash make quite the-"

She slammed her hooves against the lock again, her cheeks heating furiously and her ears burning. "Shush! I don't know who's on the other side of-of you."

"Mmkay."

She took her hooves away again and sat back, looking away from the lock.

"Nopony is on the other side of me, Twilight Sparkle. You can talk to me."

She didn't say anything for a while, but the awkward silence was worse. "So, you've seen us, huh? And I suppose you've seen what..." She couldn't bring herself to face the lock, and felt simultaneously humiliated and curious. "You've seen what we talk about. Can you hear us?"

"Well, duh. Just because I don't have eyes or ears doesn't mean the light doesn't shine on me or the sound doesn't vibrate me." Twilight got the sudden feeling that the lock was leering at her. It continued, "I must say, you make the cutest little noises when she's suckling on your teats. It makes me wish I had more lubricant."

If her cheeks were hot before, they should be flaming then. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." She swept a hoof over the floor in front of her and looked down. There was the key. Suddenly reminded of the reason why she'd brought the lock to life in the first place, she pointed a hoof at it. "Look, Miss Lock, I need to get out of the bathroom and I need you to tell me what I need to do to get you opened!"

"I already told you. I need to be oiled." The lock sighed. "You have no idea how good it feels to talk. The things I've seen, you would not believe. Well, maybe you would, at that. You're involved in most of them. It just feels good to get them out of my tumblers, you know?"

She hadn't thought it possible to feel any more embarrassed by the things an inanimate object saw. "I am never locking you again... Spike can wander in while I'm clopping! I don't care! I-"

"What?! No, no! I'm so sorry. Look, it just gets lonely with nobody to talk to but myself. I'll try to behave. Just please... Don't deny me my key! She fits in me so perfectly. It'd be like..." it trailed off rustily, then continued again, "like if you and Rainbow Dash suddenly stopped having sex."

"You like being locked?" All the times she'd locked this door, never even thinking about what it was doing to the lock...

"Don't you like it when Rainbow Dash's tongue is so deep inside you that it feels like..."

"Feels like what?" Her nethers were beginning to feel a little achy from the frankly surreal talk she was having with a lock that sounded just like her. Just the reminder, and memory, of Rainbow Dash's hot tongue deep inside her vaginal cavity made her stomach clench and her wings raise for just a moment.

"Like that, apparently."

Scratch that. Surreal didn't even begin to describe how talking about her sex life with an inanimate object felt, never mind one with a lusty appetite as bad as Rainbow's.

It was, however, reminding her of all of the things that made a night with Rainbow Dash so memorable, especially after spending a long day out flying with her. She was fast becoming familiar with the expansive, glorious feeling of freedom she felt whenever she went flying with Rainbow. Flight, and the pegasus whose passion for life was seeping into hers, were becoming more than just small parts of a complicated life. And the passion...

The smell of Rainbow's body pressed close to her, both of them hot, sweaty and tense from a race they'd just flown, both of them having pushed themselves to their utmost. Her buttocks clenched as a phantom tongue traced along her nethers. It was all she could do not to show what that memory had done to her, and it was an effort to keep her voice mostly steady.

"I-I see." She lifted the key again in her magic and peered at the lock. "I don't have any lubricant with me." The slick feel of her dock pressing against her cleft said otherwise. "Not any lubricant that would be suitable for locks." She lifted her tail and let it flop back down, making a soft plopping sound.

The leering quality came back to its voice. "You could give it a try." It was like listening to herself try to talk dirty to Rainbow Dash.

"You don't understand. Vaginal secretions turn gummy when they dry. You'd be worse off than before. Not even mentioning the problem of getting it from me and into you."

"I don't think she'd mind. Besides... Once you're out of here, you can go get some real oil and come back to clean me up. It would be nice to have real good key job."

"She?" Ignoring the implications of future lock maintenance, for the moment, Twilight latched onto the other odd thing about the lock's explanation. "Who's she?"

"My mate, the key. I know she fits into other locks, but she always comes back to me. I love her. It's like we were made for each other."

"Uh..." Twilight raised an eyebrow. "You do know that-"

"Don't give me that claptrap about tumblers and fittings. I just know she was made for me. Or I was made for her."

Shaking her head, Twilight looked between the key and the keyhole. "Why do you keep referring to the key as 'her'? You do realize that a key is more analogous to a penis, right?"

The lock paused. The first time it had since she'd given it a voice. Finally, "What's a penis?"

A lesson on pony anatomy floated through her mind, wanting to come out. "Nevermind." She ignored the urge to educate and glared at the lock. "I just want to get out of this bathroom and then never speak of this again! Just tell me how to get you opened and let me out of here!"

The lock sniffed, and its voice quavered, "Really? You-you don't want to talk to me?"

Hearing herself near to tears, but not herself, felt she was listening to herself on a record. It grated at her ears, but she also felt terrible for making herself cry. "It's not that. I didn't even know you were alive until-" She glanced at the clock. "Five minutes ago."

"Well, I am alive! And I have feelings! I'm not sure I want to help you anymore."

"Hey now. I didn't mean it like that." She snorted. "I have had a rough morning... I don't mean to take it out on you. It's also just a little weird talking to you." She cleared her throat and shook her head. "It sounds like I'm talking to myself."

Rainbow Dash's voice came from the keyhole next. "Why didn't ya say so? You know I have heard both of you talking enough that it's easy to imitate you! And I don't have a mouth, so I can sound like whoever I want!"

Hello, Ponyville mental ward? I'd like to check myself in. This has officially gotten too weird. Even for this town. She stared at the lock while the thought percolated up through her bewilderment. Finally, she said, "Okay then. So... Will you help me out?"

"Of course I will. I am the Element of Loyalty after all. I'd never leave my marefriend hangin'. 'Specially one as steamy as you." It was like Rainbow Dash was standing right there in front of her. She could almost feel that special leer that Rainbow had, the one that meant she was going to be exhausted later.

"Look, I appreciate that you think we're steamy in bed together, but please... Sounding too much like her is just... weird. And this is already weird enough."

"Whatever you say."

Twilight waited. The lock stayed silent.

The silence stretched out uncomfortably. "So, um... Rainbow Dash. What should I do first?"

"Oh! You were waiting for me? I thought you knew what to do. Just stick my little key in your marehood and swirl her around. Just... Let me watch?"

Her cheeks heated again and her dock pressed closer against her nethers. "Why?"

"I've always wanted to see what it looked like for her to enter another lock. Your marehood looks kinda vaguely like one. It'll have to do."

"I am not going to let you indulge in your voyeuristic fantasies!"

"Awww... Come on! It'll be so hot!"

She again got the impression that Rainbow Dash was right there in front of her. On a whim, or a hunch, she ducked her head and peeked out through the keyhole. Nopony else was there.

"Don't trust me?" The lock spoke in her voice, "Trust yourself, then. You're alone. I, lock, promise there is not a single peeping tom on the other side of me."

"Fine." She stood back up and stepped back. "But I can't just get off and get wet just like that, you know. I'm not that easy."

Rainbow Dash's voice came from the lock again. "I know, babe. Trust me, sometimes I've seen you two spend all night going at it before you get off. It's enough to drive a lock crazy tryin' to sleep through that. But you do clop, don't you?"

"Of course. I have a season, and I have needs. Rainbow Dash isn't always around to tend to them. Not that I blame her, of course. Managing the weather in Ponyville is a full time job. I understand that. And, sometimes, it feels like I don't have enough free time for her, either."

She looked down at her forehooves, pristinely buffed and polished so that not a burr or rough spot would hurt her sensitive folds. Since she'd started sleeping with Rainbow Dash, she'd learned from the more experienced pegasus just why she should do that. Painful memories surfaced, quickly pushed away.

Twilight continued, "I was going to just this morning, in fact. But then I got stuck in the bathroom!"

"Calm down, just stay calm. I'll get you out of there. Just listen to me." Rainbow Dash's voice, soothing with its slight rasp and the heady, seductive, husky quality she used when talking her into arousal was again doing its part. "Lie down on the floor, Twilight, and face your rear to the door." Twilight shot the lock a glare. "I need to see you to help you."

That makes more sense. "Okay." She could do this. It was weird, yes, but it was Rainbow Dash's voice. She would happily swim in a pool made of that voice.

Lowering herself to the floor was an awkward moment. She started to do it facing the lock, but a whim caught her and she turned, hiking her tail to the side briefly, then sat down and tried to remember how the dancer had looked, all those months ago, when Rainbow Dash had dragged her out to a salacious mare's club on Fillyfooler Night.

The mare, a cream colored pegasus, had this one move that caught her rapt attention. Twirling around from her flank to her back, then onto her other flank, baring herself to the audience for a split second only.

She started drinking pretty heavily after that to hide her arousal, and to hide herself from the mare who'd brought her there. It hadn't worked. She'd ended up confessing her feelings for Rainbow that night and, when she sobered up the next morning, Rainbow asked her out on a proper first date.

She pushed the fond memory into a safe drawer in her mind to indulge in later. Okay... I think I remember how she did it. She twisted herself around, then pushed off with both forehooves.

The lithe pegasus flutter dancer had made it look easy, flashing herself just long enough to tease the mares in the audience, but not long enough to give a good glimpse. She barely managed to complete half a twist before her still wet haunches - Curse you and your bubble baths, Spike! - slipped on the tile floor and almost sent her crashing.

But she caught herself, one hind leg lifted high in the air, frozen in the position of highest exposure that had so titillated the bar patrons when done in a flash. Not that her ineptitude seemed to matter to the lock.

"Good, good." Was it her imagination, or was the lock breathing heavily?

Her tail snapped up between her legs of its own accord, eliciting a groan of protest from her audience.

She lay the rest of herself down more sedately, then rolled over onto her back. The heated floor pressed uncomfortably against her spine, but after a little wiggling and waving of her hind legs, she found a groove in the tile pattern that wasn't quite so uncomfortable and tried to relax. She felt utterly ridiculous, legs in the air, tail tucked up almost to her chin.

"Now," the lock continued, "drop your tail and let me see."

Her ears heated as she forced her tail to lay flat to the ground, drawing the coarse hairs down and away. Laying her head back so she didn't have to look at the lewd lock leering down at her exposed nethers, she kicked and shifted herself until the last few strands of tail hair let go of her already damp rear and lay flat.

Her forehooves twitched with the urge to cover herself, but she forced herself to lay still until the lock asked her to move. Like it or not, the lock was calling the shots now and, deep in a dark recess, she was enjoying the moment. It felt different, erotic, and a little voyeuristic.

The feeling drifted through her mind, and she let herself revel in the feeling of being exposed, of a loved one watching her. The breeze from her twitching tail sent small puffs of cooler air that prickled the fine hairs covering her inner thighs, and licked against her tender outer lips. The little twitches of her tail made her slit part ever so slightly with each one.

"You do look just like a keyhole." The lock moaned, and she heard a rasping sound come from the door. "Oh, my tumblers want to turn just looking at you."

The feeling began to fade. "This is already weird enough," Twilight said to the other end of the bathroom. "Please don't make it any weirder."

"Got it. Sorry. You just look so much like-"

Twilight twitched her tail back up over herself and looked up to glare at the lock.

"Right!" The rasping sound continued. "I want you to just imagine like Rainbow Dash is watching you, and you want to get her hot, ready to go, and aching to feel your tongue inside her."

The slightly salty, delectable taste of Rainbow's hot depths filtered through her mind. She suppressed a shudder. She could imagine that. Closing her eyes, she lowered her tail again and reached down between her hind legs with a foreleg.

"Is that really how you would tease her? Just go straight for the honey pot?"

"But you're not her!"

Still, she pulled back her hoof and instead rested it on her belly, stroking the unruly stripe of longer fur that ran from her sternum down to fade into whorls and suggestions of whorls between her pliant teats. Her other hoof, she rested against the floor, bracing herself. She opened her eyes briefly to look at the time, then closed them again. Rainbow Dash would still be out managing the weather. Good. She had time.

"Rainbow Dash," she whispered in her best husky voice, licking her lips and letting her legs fall farther apart, spreading her cleft farther open and inviting in more of the cooler air to kiss and lick at her tender flesh. "Do you see what I have to offer?"

The idle hoof drifted over the line of fur leading down to the sparser, lightly furred valley between her teats. She imagined Rainbow Dash, sitting in the corner, trying to hold herself in check. The image sent a shiver down her spine and she gasped, hind legs rising up as she held in the sudden surge of hot need coursing underneath her hoof. A dollop of hot moisture pressed its way out of her depths and slid the short distance down to nestle in the cup between her tail's base and her buttocks.

"Uh..." Rainbow Dash's voice had the sound of drool behind it.

Twilight added that to the scene she was building in her head. She pressed down lightly against a teat, feeling the pulse and thrum of the warm pad in the cup of her hoof stroke back and forth against the hard nub. Her breath hitched, and she squeaked, rolling her eyes back as she found the right angle on her nipple. Hoof hovering, she pushed out her hind legs again and then relaxed them, opening herself to the view of her lover again.

The lock, and thoughts of the lock, faded away as she shifted the hoof to her other teat and felt her rear ankles curl and twitch. She pressed her head down against the floor, her horn just barely off the tile. It was just her and Rainbow Dash, alone in the bathroom.

Prickles of electric pleasure shot from her groin, growing stronger and stronger as she traced the inner wall of her hoof with the stiff nipple. The smooth, warm, and hard surface elicited gasps and trembles of pure delight. It'd never been quite that exciting before, or felt that erotic. Maybe there was something to exploring her fantasies like Rainbow kept pushing her to do.

The thought drifted away as her hoof drifted lower, dimpling her soft flesh as she went and eliciting more moans from her lover. Or herself. She couldn't tell the difference. When her hoof touched the very edge of her mound, her legs clenched tighter together, locking it in place until she regained control and relaxed again.

Fire burned in her nethers, aching and twisting, demanding to be satiated. But she kept herself from it. The image of Rainbow Dash in her head snorted loudly and reached down between her own legs.

"Ah-ah-ah," Twilight murmured. She lifted her free hoof and waggled it in the general direction of the sound. "No touching yourself."

"Aww..." Imaginary Dash's wings rose and locked instead, quivering. "You need to hurry up. The... the steam is, uh..." Imaginary Dash's haunches quivered and she stretched out her neck, rolling her shoulders. "It's, uh... rusting my tumblers even more."

"You wanted this," Twilight replied, sliding both hooves between her legs and spreading open her nether lips even wider, just long enough to let a bit of cooler air touch the heated, shimmering flesh. Her tail tried to cover herself again. She caught it, but not before she felt another spot of slippery heat trickle against her taut anus. "But it's my body. If you want more, you'll have to play by my rules."

There was no answer except for a shuddering groan and an even louder snort.

"Rainbow Dash?" She kept her eyes closed, but quirked an eyebrow at the imaginary version of her lover.

"Okay, okay! I agree! Just... Oh, Celestia..." There was another groan. "I, uh, so want to see my key inside you."

"Good. Because..." She blushed and lifted one hoof up from in between her legs to stroke a teat once more, then rest there. "Because I really want to do this. Maybe it's because I'm kind of alone. I don't know if I could have done this with Rainbow Dash watching."

Her stomach clenched and her back stiffened against the floor. Just the thought of Rainbow Dash watching her masturbate was setting further fires inside her. Her hind legs twitched again as the hoof between her legs began to move again.

Down between the edge of her labia and the fleshy part of her buttock, her hoof went, pressing her lower lips together and squeezing out a narrow beading of dew that gathered and trickled down again to add to the pool in the cup of her tail. Some began to slide down the solid length of her dock, adding to the sensation, intensifying the pleasure. Her hips rocked slightly, but she suppressed the urge and relaxed again.

A sigh of pure contentment built up against her pressed together lips, but she held it back for a moment, then let it out through her nose in a long exhale. In her mind the breath misted the air and Rainbow Dash's groaning grew louder and more insistent. Her imaginary lover reached for her own nethers multiple times, but always stopped herself short. She fancied the unique musky aroma of Rainbow Dash's arousal was filling the room to mingle with her own more familiar musk.

The detail of her imagination was astounding, and only pushed her further into a state of deep need, regulated, of course, by the rules she'd set for herself and for Rainbow Dash. Her body. Her way.

Except her body was beginning to insist that Rainbow was right.

"No!" She grunted, pulling her hoof away. Except the hoof refused to move. It continued to stroke her nethers, growing more and more insistent until, finally, she felt the smooth, hard edge of her hoof pressing between her lips and starting to stroke, slowly at first, with her too shaggy fetlock brushing against the thin, sensitive hood hiding her clitoris. "Oh..."

The groans in her imaginary scene shook it apart, and she lost the image, but the urge remained. Stroke after stroke, pressing her ankle more firmly against her cleft and the hiding, pulsing center of pleasure that had already grown too much for her to resist, drove her on further.

The grunts and moans from the door grew louder, but became background noise; a flavor to the delicious heat building into a bonfire's urgency in her loins. Her fetlock tuft clung to her, dragging her hood back and forth, the long, fine hairs teasing with every pass. She pressed harder, lower, and felt the edge of her heel pressing against the opening to her depths.

Her legs shuddered in the air as she paused there, stroking the opening to her vaginal canal, teasing herself with the false promise of depth. Her forearm pressed against the top of her slit rubbed more firmly against her hooded clit, driving her farther into the depths of pleasure that, before, only Rainbow Dash had been able to elicit.

"Oh, Twi..." The voice from the lock was pure, indulgent arousal. It dripped with need; for her. "I want you so bad."

The odd comment didn't even penetrate the haze of her arousal, but the voice... That familiar, needful voice...

She left her opening and drew back to stroke her fetlock against her clit. Her other hoof drifted down as well, going lower, and pulled aside her fleshy outer lips to show all of herself to her spectator. The cool air kissed her again, and she shuddered from tail to nose, mouth falling open.

She needed to finish herself off. She needed to feel the fire satiated in her belly.

And her hooves listened.

Her ankle, no longer merely brushing against her clit, now pressed harder. The downy, sopping wet tuft of fur played merry hob with her clit and drew her breath faster and faster the more firmly she stroked. Indulgence was key, not speed, something that Rainbow Dash could learn. But she showed off her slow, forceful stroke, each one building her up higher, tensing her legs more, and causing more of her musky dew to trickle from her slit.

She sighed, long and languid, as the intense heat she had been stoking between her legs surpassed her ability to hold back. One last, long, stroke, and her hind legs clamped onto her foreleg, holding the bundle of sopping fur and hard ankle firm against one source of that wondrous heat.

Though the buildup had been slow, the heady rush of pleasure was no less intoxicating as it rose up with the steady and inexorable flood of a tidal wave, drowning out everything else. Her body felt like a sea of pleasure as she held the last stroke, pressing her ankle firmly against her clit and letting her own heavy shuddering carry the rush on as far as it would.

When it was done, a contented haze crept over her, and she relaxed. Her hooves slipped and fell aside, her hind legs drooped and spread again, leaving herself completely exposed.

"Oh... my gosh..." The voice coming from the lock sounded strained, but it was still Rainbow Dash. "That is so... Hold on, Twi. I've got my key and some oil."

"Oh. Okay." The words trickled through the haze, their meaning and implication nagging at her to pay attention. It took a long while for the haze of her self induced afterglow to wear off enough that their full meaning came about.

By then, it was too late. There was the sound of an oil can pumping on the other side of the door, then the rattle of a key in the lock - the lock, of course, sounding off its pleasure in Twilight's voice - and then the handle turned.

"Wait! I'm not-" Her tail wouldn't listen, and she was too stiff to move. Laying on the hard tile floor, she was completely exposed, and now unable to even cover herself. How long had that devious trickster been watching?

The door swung open, and there was Rainbow Dash, a sheepish look on her face, but also a hunger in her eyes as she stared at the sopping mess Twilight had made of her nethers. She stopped, hoof still on the handle of the door, and shuddered from nose to tail. She licked her lips and her hindquarters shook again, tail lashing from side to side before settling decidedly away from herself.

"You..." She caught her breath and licked her lips with a tongue suddenly as dry as the badlands. "Were there the whole time? I don't know what to say, Rainbow."

"I know, Twilight. I..." she tore her eyes from Twilights hind end to look her in the eyes. "I thought I'd play a little prank on you. Not the lock... that was coincidence. But the voice. I heard a scream and rushed up here... I was scared at first, but then you kept talking, and... I started to get a little aroused. Things..." She trailed off, shrugging. "They kinda got-"

"You let me think it was the lock." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. Sorry about that..." Her lover looked away, then stepped closer. "I thought you'd catch on pretty quick."

Twilight's voice from behind Rainbow sounded off, though muffled, "I'm quite a convincing actress!"

Twilight pointed a hind leg in the rough direction of the lock's voice. "Shut up, you." She shook her head and craned her neck to look at her lover, "Rainbow... Why didn't you just say it was you?"

"I probably should have." Her marefriend stepped past the wet mess of her nethers and settled down beside her. Twilight didn't miss the hitch in her step as she did. It must have been hard to step by without saying anything. Rainbow always complimented her on the savory look, feel, and taste of her sex.

"You should have," Twilight agreed, but softened her glare, then let it go and smiled up at the contrite pegasus. "But I forgive you. I love you, Rainbow Dash." She turned her head again and pressed her muzzle up against Rainbow's chest. "And besides, how many boneheaded mistakes have you forgiven me for?"

Rainbow Dash kissed her lightly on the lips, then pulled back, smirking. "Do you really want me to count?"

"What? No!" She laughed and reached a hoof up to stroke Rainbow's cheek, leaving a trail of her honey behind. She wiggled her backside and tried to roll over, but her legs and buttocks were as stiff as the tile floor. "I want you to help me get up. I'm so stiff I can barely move my legs, and I'm going to hate my back tomorrow morning."

"I'll give you a massage you'll never forget, and you won't be stiff in the morning. I promise." Rainbow shifted her head, letting the hoof trail down her muzzle before she kissed it, then licked away the musky residue. "One condition. You let me clean you up before. Also-" She squirmed and hiked her tail to the side. "You really got me going, Twi. I'd really appreciate it if-"

"Of course. I'd love to."