Chapters 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."
The Secret Lives of Doors, A Locked Up Story
"I still can't believe that you didn't pick up on the prank right away." Rainbow Dash teased Twilight with another kiss. "I mean, sure, you couldn't see me-"
The glare Twilight shot up at her stalled that train of thought.
"And I'm awfully sorry that I let you think that for so long."
Twilight laughed. "I'm not angry, Rainbow. Well, maybe a little at myself. I just thought it," she flicked an ear at the now inert lock, "made a good, plausible case. But I-" She blushed and looked away, worrying at her lower lip before looking back. "I haven't been so aroused in a long time. I imagined you were watching me masturbate, and I wanted you to wait, to appreciate how slowly I took myself."
Stray images flittered through her mind, still shots of Twilight's ardor seen through a peephole. She wanted to ravish her, but Twilight had made a lot of sense. Rainbow had never felt more aroused than she did then. Maybe there was something to this 'patience' idea.
She nudged lightly against Twilight's side with her nose, then pushed more firmly to help the Twilight roll over. "Now, just rest a little bit, you don't want to-" She bit her tongue and tried not to say anything when Twilight rolled over all the way onto her front. And you call me impulsive... "Twi, you could use a little patience yourself."
Twilight grunted and tried to sit up, her front legs quivering from the effort. But it was her back that was twitching. "If I stay on the floor, I may not be able to get up without using my magic. And trying to do that might have... consequences." She strained and finally sat up, her coat twitching madly and her ears limp.
Rainbow lowered herself to settle on her haunches, but slowly. The temptation of Twilight's position and her own unrequited sexual desires was too much, and the warmer, coarser fur on Twilight's back felt amazingly good stroking against her own teats.
Patience could take a flying leap. It was just too bad that Twilight's tail was tucked between her legs.The hard ridge amid the silky strands of her tail would have felt amazing right then.
But Rainbow forced herself to settle down and pay attention to Twilight's needs instead of her own. "Maybe next time you masturbate, you should just use your magic and not lay on the floor?" She nibbled lightly at Twilight's ear to take away some of the sting of the suggestion. "I mean, don't get me wrong, that was so-"
She squirmed on the floor, feeling the pattern of the tiling pressing against her aching, ignored sex. The itch to masturbate was long gone, about the time that Twilight had climaxed, and it had been replaced by a steady ache that only anb orgasm could soothe. To distract herself, she shifted focus and nipped lightly at the base of an ear and traced her tongue along the outside of the velvety cup.
Rainbow's reward was a heated whimper and Twilight's rump firmly shoved into the nestled space between her legs. Her body responded, grinding forward into the twitching tail nestled between her teats. It was all Rainbow could do to hold herself back from begging Twilight to take her right there. She knew Twilight would do it...
"I wanted to feel my hoof. Magic's great f-for..." Twilight shuddered and her back lifted against Rainbow's front, but she quivered and fell back down, drawing in deep breaths and snorting them out. "But since the first time we made love, when you insisted I didn't use magic..." She let out a stuttering breath, but continued. "The feeling of the burn of my muscles all over, the hard contact. Dashie, it was glorious." Twilight finally pulled her ear away and turned her head slightly to look Rainbow in they eye.
Rainbow kissed her cheek and smiled. "I know. I was watching the whole time, you know. Now come on, stubborn mare, we've gotta get you on your feet before all the-"
Twilight swayed forward, groaning, but not in pleasure. She lifted a hoof to her forehead and grunted. "Luna darn it. Headrush."
"Yeah, before that."
She'd been afraid of that. Shoving aside her desires, she sat up straighter and pulled Twilight up with her, urging the swooning mare to lean into her. "Come on, lover, just stay still. Dashie's got you." She tugged lightly on Twilight's mane to draw her head back and shifted a wing to act as a pillow.
"Just take it easy," Rainbow whispered into the downy fur where her pert cheeks met the fine boned grace of her muzzle. "I've got ya."
It was impossible to not smell the scents of sex lingering in the unventilated bathroom. She wasn't about to complain about it. Oh, no. Twilight's fresh musk was the most intoxicating scent she'd ever encountered. But it was just the teensiest bit distracting, especially with its source held between her legs.
It would be days before she could be in the bathroom without smelling Twilight's lust inducing musk. She wanted so badly then to press her nose into Twilights nethers.
But she held back from even asking. Twilight's groaning slackened and her breathing settled more evenly as she recovered, but it would be minutes yet, and Twilight was going to be stiffer than a board come morning if she didn't ease the tension in her back soon.
"Just take it easy, lovermare." She pressed her nose into Twilight's mane and drew in a deep breath. She was still using that apple scented shampoo that Rarity and Applejack were trying to market, and it was a wonder that their campaign wasn't more successful.
Of course, she was probably biased. Twilight smelling like apple cider and sex was probably the next best thing to her naturally light scent, with just a hint of musk. When she was in season...
The first time Twilight had come into season, she'd been sleeping over at Rainbow's house, so as not to bother Spike. It was the first time they made love. That extra tang, the slight bite to her scent...
A soft groan right by her ears brought Rainbow back to the present. "Shh..." She lifted her head slightly to match Twilight's.
Some of the tension started to flow out of Twilight's back, and she responded with a sigh and closed her eyes, relaxing into the embrace.
Rainbow could feel it against her barrel and the way Twilight's hooves and wings drooped to rest over her forelegs. Memories of laying like this filtered in. A long winter night in particular, when both she and Twilight had been reading, huddled together for warmth.
When Twilight set her book down and started to tease Rainbow out of the last chapter of her favorite Daring Do book, things had quickly become much warmer. Much warmer. It was the first time Twilight had tried to give proper attention to Rainbow's wings. She'd been clumsy, uncertain, but that only made the experience...
Okay... Mind out of the gutter for just a few more minutes. Please? It was hard enough sitting there in the bathroom, having just witnessed the most erotic display she'd ever seen, and not say anything. Well, not say anything else.
Her eyes drifted down, completely by their own volition, and took in the mesmerizing tapestry of tiles covered by the shining strands of Twilight's tail, all leading to a clump stuck together, clinging to her dock. Rainbow jerked her gaze back up to the ceiling, but her mind helpfully filled in the missing details. She couldn't see Twilight's sex the way she was sitting, but she could see her belly, rising and falling with every breath...
Twilight's breathing was slowing, deepening, and in the forefront of Rainbow's mind, there was the dimpling of the small paunch that Twilight tried so hard to hide when she sat, and the pair of teats that made her squirm and squeal when Rainbow applied careful lips, teeth and tongue just right.
In her mind she could see them, focused on them, just rising and falling, begging her...
Rainbow shuddered and let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. "Sweet sisters," she murmured, resting her chin against the base of Twilight's horn.
"You don't have to wait," Twilight murmured back to her, eyes still closed.
"I want to." And she did... She wanted Twilight's tongue in her aching marehood. She wanted those luscious, soft lips on her clit and teats. She wanted to hear herself cry Twilight's name in ecstasy.
She shuddered again and let out a panting breath over Twilight's horn. She felt a wet, slippery heat spreading out over the tile floor, tickling against her sex. It wouldn't take much.
"Did you actually not touch yourself the entire time?"
Then Twi had to ruin her resolve. It was like magic. Every time she tried to not think about sex, there was Twilight being sexy again. Her inner pervert snickered. Shut up, she told it.
"I really didn't." She paused to take a breath, then licked Twilight's horn. Just once.
Twilight shuddered in her embrace. "Rainbow, do you want me to-"
"Twi, please don't finish that question. I won't be able to say no." She shuddered but pulled away and licked her lips. "You have no idea what that did to me... What you're still doing to me. You are so-" She whined and pulled her gaze away from the damp spot at the tip of Twilight's horn. She was desperate, and desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Twi, talk math to me!"
Twilight laughed at her and slipped free of Rainbow's embrace. "You want me to what? Talk math?" She dropped to her hooves and lay down on her front. Her look, a coy glance over her back, was pure mischief, and her half lidded eyes couldn't hide a playful sparkle twinkling in their depths.
"I'm serious!" That tail was still tucked underneath her, thank the sisters, but even the sight of her rump, the edges of her buttocks, the hint of a rising mound, and too much damp mess matting the downy fur covering all of it. Rainbow hunched over, shuddering as her own marehood again demanded attention.
"Oh, I can talk math." Twilight's tail twitched, making her mound jump with it. Fresh smells of sex came wafting up to Rainbow from the captivating sight. Twilight smiled. But it couldn't be just a normal smile, no, Twilight had make it a sultry bedroom smile with lips barely parted and eyes half lidded, looking up at her with one brow raised just slightly.
And that voice... low, husky, with a rough purr behind the rolled Rs. "The square root of three hundred and thirty three is..."
Rainbow did the only thing she could in such a desperate situation, with her lust and Twilight's back on the line. She plugged the source of the sexy chatter with her mouth and swept a wing forward to pull Twilight closer. That turned out to be a huge mistake. The taste of Twilight's lips, the smell of her apple shampoo mixing with the overpowering aroma of arousal. She lost herself in those sensations, eyes sliding closed.
Twilight pulled away first, resting her head back in the nestle of Rainbow's wing, mouth hanging open, and tongue pressed tight to the roof of her mouth. That was how she always won the tongue wrestle. She just refused to play.
"Rainbow, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair of me." She pressed forward to kiss her again lightly.
"S'okay, Twi," she murmured into the kiss. "All's fair in love." The apology settled the matter. She could wait. Twilight was worth it. "Let's get you into bed, okay babe? Then I can give you that massage."
"All's fair in love and war," Twilight corrected her after a long pause. "But I'm happy enough to leave that last part off for the next thousand years."
"Me too. Now stop stalling and get your glorious sparkle butt into bed." She pressed Twilight forward with a hoof to the rear. "Come on."
"Glorious sparkle butt?"
"You heard me."
Twilight laughed. "You are so lucky I love you so much." But she stood up and started her way to the bed, legs stiff and gait stilted.
Rainbow felt a stab of guilt from the way that Twi was moving. It was sort of her fault that Twi had masturbated like that. After all, it wasn't the lock, who'd suggested the floor. But what a glorious sight it had been. She really did have a beautiful rear, and Rainbow felt no shame in admiring it every step of the way to the bed.
Twilight's quick glance behind told Rainbow that she was not oblivious to the attention her rear was getting, and lifted her tail. She did no more than that, but with her stilted, rolling gait, that was all she needed to do.
With every step, the curtain slipped aside and she was able to see the glory of her butt in all of its splendor. She began to follow her, mouth hanging open and eyes locked on the prize Twilight was teasing her with. Or was it teasing?
Rainbow Dash caught her as she slid her barrel onto the bed, and was about to climb up the rest of the way. All it took was a hoof to her flank and she looked back. The look in her eyes was enough. She knew what she'd been doing. She knew how much control Rainbow was expending just to keep from pouncing her.
Twilight hadn't been teasing. It'd been an offer.
Rainbow nosed aside the tail to behold up close the sight she'd only seen in glimpses and through a peephole. At least, that afternoon. Twilight's marehood was familiar to her, but it was a familiarity that only grew deeper and more intoxicating with time. Her breath grew heavier as the scent of Twilight's arousal began to grow stronger.
"Rainbow..." Twilight shivered and stamped a hind hoof.
Rainbow watched, captivated, as a bead of moisture grew and trickled down Twilight's nether lips, clinging to the narrow crevice. Another soon followed it. She let the first trickle down to tease the small, pulsing bud of Twilight's clit, but the second, she caught on her nose.
The silky smooth skin and barest hint of fuzz on her mound was soaked with the smell of Twilight's season, just noticeable this close to the source. The tangy heat of that smell was intoxicating. No wonder she was so ready, she might not have realized it herself even.
Nosing aside the thick outer folds of her mound, Rainbow snorted a gust of cooler air over her delicate inner folds, drawing a shudder and moan from Twilight, and another dollop of her richly scented juices.
Rainbow slid her tongue up between the inner lips, feeling them part and kiss her back before she found Twilight's entrance. She waited there, the tip of her tongue flicking lightly back and forth over the quivering opening.
"Rainbow!" Twilight's pleading squeak made her shudder all over.
Her tail snapped involuntarily and settled aside again. She couldn't help but hike her own rear in the air. Nopony was there, but the cooler air made her shudder and stamp her hind legs in turn. She wanted Twilight back there, she wanted to feel Twilight's tongue against her clit, inside her, outside her, between her wings...
She pulled back briefly to rest her already wet muzzle beside Twilight's stiffly raised tail and smirked. "Yes, Sparkle Butt?"
Twilight glared back at her, but it was hilariously ineffective with her mouth dropped open. Perhaps it was the leg Rainbow was slowly stroking between her teats, not quite touching either one, but only the deeper valley between them. Or perhaps it was the nibble at the base of her tail. Twilight's curtain of a tail jumped against the back of Rainbow's head as her tail strained to be higher, stiffer.
The glare faded, replaced by a pleading look. She wanted it just as much as Rainbow. She only huffed when Rainbow repeated the nibble and followed with a slow lick from the crease at the base up to where her gorgeous tail hairs began.
She finished the lick and rested her muzzle beside the twitching tail. "As her Highness, the Glorious Sparkle Butt commands?"
The glare came back, but also a panting laugh. "A-as I command!" Her following whimper was barely audible, but the intent was clear.
There was a great temptation for Rainbow to tease her some more. Part of the joy of sex with Twilight was the noises she made... Instead, she ducked back under the curtain of Twilight's tail. She paused and shuddered. A stream of dew ran from Twilight's twitching nethers, just beginning to trail down her inner thighs. Somepony loved tail play a little more than she probably even knew. Rainbow would have to remember that for later.
The pulsing, stiff clit called to her first, and she kissed it lightly, then cupped Twilight's mound with her tongue and nosed aside the plush, smooth outer lips, letting them brush against her sensitive nose and drew her tongue up in a long, slow, steady stroke.
Twilight's reaction was everything Rainbow could have hoped for. Her back dipped, pushing her rear more firmly into the slow stroke between her lips. More juices trickled from her sex, fresh and hot and beaded their way across Rainbow's already soaked muzzle.
She found the source and drew her tongue back, then teased the opening again with a flick of the tip, eliciting a stamp of Twilight's impatient hoof. She didn't wait for another command or a more forceful reminder of Twi's lusty desire, and slipped her tongue in.
The smooth entrance parted before the press of her tongue, contracting and pulsing as Rainbow pushed against the slick contours of Twilight's depths. The heat, the heady aroma, and the myriad of ways in which she could tease Twilight's body always intoxicated her, and this afternoon was no different.
The feeling of Twilight's sex pulsing around her, so familiar, and always so intriguing, captured her attention for half a breath before she curled her tongue and pressed the tip hard up into the contracting flesh, drawing fewer and fewer moans the more fervently she pushed.
The muffled groans became breathier, more heated. She slipped her tongue free and ducked her head to push her lips down around around Twilight's hooded clit. With a touch of her tongue, she pushed aside the fold and stroked lightly across the bare nub once, then again and again.
Twilight's breathy pants crescendoed in a way that only Twilight could, growing heavier and heavier with less and less of a voice behind them. She could almost see Twilight's muzzle hanging open, tongue just barely hanging out, could almost feel her forelegs pressing down, urging Rainbow on.
Rainbow held herself back at the last moment and instead of flicking her tongue against Twilight's clit, instead she pressed her tongue firmly against it and just held it there.
And Twilight responded just as she had in the bathroom, her thighs tightening and her sex ground against Rainbow's tongue. The strained mewl Twilight made as she slipped into blissful pleasure, the way her whole body strained... All of it was beautiful.
And then it passed. Rainbow stopped teasing her clit and instead started to suckle on the flesh around it, easing into the afterglow without just stopping. That was something else she learned, that just stopping was good, but the slow release was far more intimate.
Twilight's body twitched less, and her groans became heavier and louder, the whimpers turning into throaty sighs. Her sex twitched in Rainbow's mouth, and a few more droplets of Twilight's dew tickled down as her tail descended to brush against Rainbow's wings.
Finally, she stopped, and pulled away, but not very far. She licked slowly along the crease between her buttock and sex, then lapped once at the base of her tail. Twilight only groaned once.
She stepped the rest of the way forward and slid her cheek along Twilight's flank. She was content to listen to the slowing heartbeat thumping just under her ear and feel the heat and wet bliss against her chest.
The warmth, and slowing pulse of Twilight's fading orgasm only made Rainbow's sex ache even more for her tongue and hooves.
But she held herself back. Patience. It was harder than she would have thought. Twilight had made going slow look easy through the peephole, but it would take Rainbow time to get used to the idea. But the results spoke, or groaned, for themselves.
Hours, minutes, or seconds later, she couldn't be sure, Twilight interrupted her careful concentration of not thinking about sex by thinking about all the ways that she could get Twilight to pleasure her. To be fair to her inner pervert, many of them actually involved things not directly related to sex.
"Rainbow..." Twilight shifted her rear, "Get up here and help me up. Can't move. Something's holding me down."
"That's me, babe."
"Then get up here and help me up. Princess Sparkle Butt demands it."
"Yes, your highness." She was sorely tempted to climb up and plant her rear right in front of Twilight, demanding the payment of the toll, but Twilight would be stiffer than ever now. She needed to have those muscles relaxed and her own sexual urges came a distant second to a discomfort that she'd been mostly the cause of.
Twilight had most of the covers bunched up under her hooves, evidence of how passionate she could be when she got going. Bite marks and wet spots on the pleats in the covers showed further evidence of just how much Rainbow had been able to drive her. She'd forgotten how energetic things could get be when Twilight was in her season.
She trotted around to the other side of the bed and clambered up to link hooves with her. "Come on, Sparkle Butt." Slowly, she backed up, dragging Twilight's stiff body along until she was laying fully stretched out on the bed, her fore and hind legs stretched out front and behind.
When she was laid out fully stretched, it was easy to see how sleekly beautiful she was. The look of her, tired, beautiful, and worn out eased the burning desire in her nethers somewhat. She was just so... so Twilight.
Rainbow sidled alongside her, lifting a wing to stroke her side as she did. Her barrel had broadened with the development of her flight muscles, but that initial broadness was growing sleeker as her musculature toned down to just the muscles she used most often.
And her wings were fuller and broader than Rainbow's pegasus wings, the feathers more deeply tinted in the same shade as her coat. It was a joy to fly with her, even to watch her fly, and much more of late she was pushing herself to her limits lately, and striving to catch up to Rainbow.
One thing Twi certainly had going for her was the drive to learn, and when she put her mind to flight... Rainbow saw that same nervous drive to please, the uncertainty, and the adoration that went from student to teacher.
Rainbow Dash was proud to be that teacher. Of course, Twilight was also her teacher.
She had introduced her to the world of books, and Rainbow hadn't looked back on her book free life since. Even the very Twi-ish Flight Mechanics book that Twilight had given her on their first monthiversary was something that she'd taken a keen interest in. Even if she didn't understand all the words. Or the math.
But she'd gotten the gist of it. And now, every time she flew with Twilight, she could see that the same things hinted, tried, and sometimes discarded, in her understanding of the book. Even if it had been a re-gift, it was still a very special gift that continued to bring them closer together. Twilight knew the mechanics, and was learning the heart. Rainbow was approaching from the other direction.
Sometimes, when she looked at Twilight, at their time together, she felt like both of their lives could be summed up by that idea. And somewhere, there in the middle, they'd found each other.
"You are so awesome," Rainbow murmured, slipping a hoof free to cup Twilight's chin and ducked down to kiss her nose.
Twilight smiled lazily up at her, her eyes half lidded still. She looked tired, sleepy. And she was glowing. "So are you, Rainbow."
Rainbow could have happily spent all day in that glow.
She wanted, so badly, to turn and present herself. Twilight wouldn't hesitate to satiate her lust, and that was the hardest part of sliding around, away from the promise of fulfilled desires. That was another thing that Twilight had taught her, had been teaching her ever since they'd first met. Self control.
"Spread your wings out, then just let them relax." A trickle of wanton need teased its way down her sex and her own wings began to rise. Just the look of Twilight's wings made her want Twilight's mouth and hooves between hers. The former unicorn didn't share that kink, and it had baffled Rainbow until Twilight pointed out one night that pegasi grew up with them. That didn't mean that she didn't indulge Rainbow regularly.
To distract herself, she focused on Twilight's back, though her eyes wanted to slide up just a little. The muscles under her hooves were stiff and resisted Rainbow's firm strokes. Her wings flexed, but she kept them locked close to her sides while she worked. And while she did, her thoughts began to drift.
"Do you remember the first night I dragged you out to experience Cloudsdale?" The question surprised her. But perhaps it shouldn't have. She'd ended up stroking Twilight's back in much the same manner on their first 'date.'
"Mmm?" Twilight's purr was heavenly to her ears, just what Rainbow wanted to hear. "Of course." She laughed throatily, the sound of sleep just under the surface. "How could I forget that night?"
"You were so cute and so nervous going out with me on fillyfooler night. I still don't know why you accepted my invitation."
"You and I remember our first 'date' quite differently." Twilight turned her head and looked up at her, face obscured by the edge of a wing. "As I recall, you begged me to go with you. I was nervous because..." One of her hind legs quivered and what she was going to say was lost to a throaty purr. "Mmm... Don't stop...."
Rainbow coughed. "Heh, yeah." It hadn't been the smoothest way to show her interest in Twilight. But she'd needed to know that Twi was into mares before risking her heart and asking for real. In hindsight, it had not been the most cunning plan, but it had worked. Sort of. "I'm glad you came."
"Me too." Twilight yawned and tucked her muzzle under the edge of her wing. Her muffled voice came up after a few seconds, thick and mumbling, "Could you tell me what I said that convinced you to ask me out on a real date? I can't seem to remember."
"Of course." She waited, though, watching Twilight's breathing slow and feeling the strain of muscles stretched taut relaxing more easily under the firm strokes. She would tell Twilight later, when she was awake.
But the memories swam up through her mind anyway, and she welcomed them. They were happy, if awkward memories. Her hooves slowed, but kept stroking Twilight's back. They knew her body almost as well as Rainbow knew her own.
"R-remind me why I'm here a-again."
Rainbow Dash could barely hear Twilight over the rushing thump of the music, but her words filtered through all the same. She'd been on edge ever since Twilight started drinking heavily. Her fourth Thundercloud Blitzer rocked back and forth under her hoof, the ice glass drained already. She'd knocked back the entire thing in one long pull, then gone back to trying, ineffectively, to hide the fact that she was ogling the flutter dancer on stage.
She leaned in closer to shout at her, "I wanted to show you a good time, Twi. You know, Cloudsdale style." Perhaps her cunning plan had worked a little too well.
"A goo-" Twilight belched up a cloud of foul smelling alcoholic fumes, but continued without pausing, "-oood time?" She pointed a hoof at the stage. "If I wanted to watch this, then-" Her eyes widened and the hoof came back to slap against her muzzle just as her cheeks puffed out. The smell of alcohol intensified and Twilight swayed out of the chair, her stomach heaving and rushed to the bathrooms.
Rainbow sighed and went after her. Her chances at a relationship with Twilight might be dashed, but she was still a friend, and Twi was going to have a rough night and an even rougher morning. She could be there for her, even though it would break her heart.
The sounds of retching greeted her as soon as she pushed aside the curtain of mist separating the main part of the Tall Tails club from the bathroom. She supposed it was luck, or maybe just the line at the door to the mare's room, that Twilight had run into the stallion's side, practically empty on fillyfooler night. There was still a stall at the end of the rows where more intimate sounds came, but it was the one open stall with a tail trailing out that held her attention.
Twilight was crouched over the hole in the floor groaning, her sides twitching and her wings loose against her sides. Even as Rainbow closed the door behind her, Twilight's groans were cut off with another retch. The sight of Twilight, the mare she had fallen in love with, in discomfort because of her, twisted at her heart.
"Twilight?" She didn't want to push herself any more than she already had. Why couldn't you just ask her, you dolt? The worst she could have said was 'No.'
"D-don't l-loooo-" Another retch, a dry heave from the sound of it, cut her off. "D-" She coughed shakily, spat and looked down into the abyssal hole.
"It's okay, Twi. I shouldn't have brought you here." Twilight's mane had mostly been spared from the mess that spattered around the edge of the hole in the back of the stall, but she was starting to droop. Rainbow pulled back her lovely mane as another series of dry heaves left her panting and shaking all over.
After she was done, her friend looked up at her. Trails of tears matted the fur on her cheeks and her eyes were red from more than just the alcoholic binge. Why was she crying? Rainbow couldn't think of any reason for her to be sad. Angry, yes. Uncertainty percolated through her mind, warring with guilt.
"Dashie..." Twilight choked, more tears spilling down her cheeks. Her sides heaved again and she bent to the hole in the floor again. When that passed, she stayed low, her head turned aside from Rainbow, and her body shook with silent sobs.
"Hey now." She held back the mane in her hoof and leaned forward to nuzzle Twilight's ear. "What's wrong?"
"Do-on't patronize me, Rainbow Dash." Her head came up, but she kept her eyes turned away from Rainbow. "I k-know why you brought me here. You know my secret..."
"Secret? Twi, I didn't bring you here to-"
"I like mares! There! Are you happy?"
"Wait... I'm confused, Twilight. Why wouldn't I be happy?" Her heart jumped, if she liked mares, then there was a chance. "I lo-" She bit her lip. She still couldn't say it. It would be too tacky, too strange to say it here.
Twilight didn't seem to notice the slip. "I couldn't stop watching her. She's so beautiful, so graceful. How could I not feel attracted to her?" Her wings fluttered, and she turned her head to look at Rainbow, but her eyes were wandering. Twilight was beyond plastered. "And the way she's always there for me, always ready to pick me up out of the dumps, always there with a prank or a joke right when I need it."
"Okay, now I'm really confused." Was Twilight talking about her? Or did she mean the flutter dancer?
"But she can't know that, Dashie. Rainbow Dash can't know that I feel that way about her." Well, that answered one question. "What if she knew? She wouldn't want a stodgy priss like me weighing her down. Egghead Twilight. Bookworm Twilight. What does that have anything to do with the daring Rainbow Dash?"
"Now listen here! I won't let you talk about yourself like that. Twilight, I lo-"
"No! I'm not done." And she wasn't. She retched again, but nothing came up. Panting, she spat again into the abyss. "Listen to me, Dashie. You can't ever, ever tell Rainbow Dash that I love her. This is just between you... a-and me."
"Twi-"
"Promise me! Please, Dashie... You're my best friend. She can't know... What would she think of me?"
"If you'd stop interrupt-"
"Plea-ea-ease, Dashie."
"This is the last time I take you out for a drink."
Twilight looked up at her, lower lip quivering and tears already starting to trail down her cheeks again.
Even if it was because of a drunken stupor, seeing Twilight in pain hurt. "Okay." Her hoof pulled Twilight's mane back a little more and she kissed her cheek. "I promise."
"Thank you, Dashie. You have no idea how much I appreciate you..." She hiccuped, and her eyes crossed. "How much I love you."
Oh, sweet sisters, Twi. You had to find the most unconventional way to express your love. "I love you too," she whispered, too quietly for Twilight to hear. There, she'd said it. It felt good.
Twilight closed her eyes and leaned into Rainbow's side. "I know..."
Rainbow glanced at her and sighed. Even with spittle flecked across her lips and the smell of acid and alcohol strong in the tiny stall, Twilight had never looked more beautiful. She probably wouldn't even remember in the morning, and that hurt. But... Twilight was her best friend.
"Come on... Let's get you back to the hotel. You and-" She sighed. "Rainbow Dash can go back to being best friends in the morning if you want, but Dashie needs to get you cleaned up, okay?"
"Okay."
The memory faded, leaving a smile behind. It hadn't been the most romantic way to discover Twilight's love. But, looking back on it, she wouldn't change anything about the way she had found out. Well... Maybe she would have kept Twi from having that last blitzer. Her hangover the next morning had been the stuff of legends.
Underneath Rainbow's stroking hooves, Twilight shifted as a stubborn knot of muscle finally relaxed. The wing covering her face shifted and her eyes cracked open for just a moment to look up at Rainbow.
"I love you, Dashie."
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A gentle touch between Twilight's legs began to rouse her from a muzzy afternoon dream of her and Rainbow Dash sleeping together on a cloud.
"Mmmf. Quiddit." She kicked lightly at the source of the disturbance, but didn't hit anything. A quick peek revealed a rainbow maned head looking down at her, blurry and indistinct in the bright light shining down from the frosted glass bubbles in the ceiling.
"I needed to clean you up, but I didn't mean to wake you." Rainbow smiled down at her, maybe. She looked blurry. "But–" Twilight could hear the grin in her voice. "Now that you're awake, you wanna roll over?"
"Mmf... Fine." She opened her eyes wider to try and see where Rainbow was standing.
Too bright... She draped a foreleg over her eyes and curled the other against her chest. Two wiggles and another light kick later, she was settled on her back, hind legs splayed open and tail lazily drifting back and forth.
The touch resumed stroking, warm, fuzzy, and damp against the gummy feeling between her legs. It wasn't a clinical touch, but neither was it meant to arouse. Memories of other times and feelings just like it floated through her mind's eye. It was just Rainbow, taking care of her. She lay still, letting the feeling of being gently cleaned lull her further back into a half sleep.
Of course, Rainbow couldn't resist pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her marehood, tongue touching briefly over top of her clitoris. Her breath caught for half a heartbeat before she let it go again.
"Rainbow..." She wasn't sure if she'd been heard, but she wasn't willing to wake up all the way. Not yet.
She heard, barely, the sound of a deep, slow intake of breath, then the lips left and the cloth returned, sliding between her labia. Her ankles flexed, and she drew in a short breath, then let it out as a small murmur of pleasure with each stroke; once, twice, and then a final time before the cloth left her nethers. Rainbow kissed her ankles, and nibbled at her fetlocks before returning to her marehood.
Rainbow's tongue slid between her lips, following the same path as the fuzzy cloth, but deeper. Twilight shivered, her hind legs tensing, as the tongue traced down almost to slip back inside her, but stopped just shy and pulled back. She felt the heat in her nethers build again, but then faded away when the lips and tongue didn't return immediately.
"Mmf... Rainbow... Tickles." She smiled up into the air as a bead of moisture trickled its way to her tail. She didn't bother to lift her head or remove the hoof blocking out the light.
"Go back to sleep, Twi." Rainbow's smile was audible, and the kiss returned, along with a very slight warm touch from the tip of her tongue.
The cloth left her nethers then, and settled down to her tail, stroking down, then lifting and coming back up to brush the underside of her dock and repeat.
She didn't need any more encouragement. Rainbow's cleaning touches faded away into a dim haze, still arousing, but also deeply calming. She'd done the same, almost ritualistic cleaning for Rainbow plenty of times. It was a quiet moment when the two of them didn't feel the need for ribald passion, but could still enjoy each other's closeness and the shared intimacy of washing up after a night of carnal bliss.
She wasn't sure when the gentle cleanup stopped, but the sound of a rainshower starting in the bathroom brought her closer to waking not long after. That was Rainbow Dash's innovation, a raincloud tucked against the ceiling, constantly refilled by the castle's eclectic water system. It ran hot to cold, thanks to a magic spell of her own innovation, though sometimes the magic of the castle decided that it should make the water hotter or colder despite her spell. It certainly made showertime an interesting event.
Memories of another shower, clouded by the haze of drink and a hangover, began to percolate through her mind, and she found herself dreaming of that memorable morning, when Rainbow Dash had spent all night with her in the bathroom of some hotel, just being there to comfort her.
A weight on her back, moving slowly from below her wings to just before her rump, woke her. A faint sour taste in her mouth brought back scattered images of... of...
She couldn't recall them entirely, and there was a large gap in her memory. Dim memories of a dancer, her mare parts flashing in the strobing lights, surfaced and then ducked back into the recesses of a headache waiting on the horizon. There was Rainbow Dash, strangely quiet, sitting right next to her, barely touching a Thundercloud Blitzer. At least, that's what she thought it was. The name sounded familiar at least.
She remembered, faintly, seeing the dancer disappear into the flashing lights, then reappear not as the creamy colored pegasus, but as a far more familiar sky blue one with a rainbow mane and magenta eyes. Then another flash, and the cream pegasus was back, her legs parting again for another flash at all the mares in the crowds.
The roar of adulation competed for the rushing thump of her heart beating too loudly in her ears, and she remembered catching the attention of a passing waitress with her tail held high and ordering whatever it was Rainbow was having. The rest of the night passed in a blur of sky blue and rainbow colors. She wasn't sure just then if that was the color of her puke or the color of Rainbow Dash's mane.
She must have groaned, because the hoof on her back stopped briefly. Every part of her felt like it hurt, but her head was mostly clear. Faint memories of Rainbow's voice urging her to drink water surfaced and submerged again in the murky confines of her mind.
"Rainbow?" Her voice sounded hoarse, scratchy, and her throat hurt. "Where'm I?" And her tongue felt like it'd been dipped in that sap Minuette had used right before working on a chipped tooth.
"Shhh." Rainbow's softly pressed hoof against her head kept her from lifting it. "You're okay, Twi. I'm here."
Her mouth felt gummy as she became more and more aware of it, and the sour taste grew stronger. "What happened?" It was an effort, but she managed to get the words out clearly, though the effort pushed the headache she felt waiting in the rafters of her mind closer to falling over her.
"You want the whole sordid story?" Rainbow's hoof left her head and started to stroke down her neck, brushing through her mane. It felt amazingly good.
"Sordid? Are you sure you're Rainbow Dash?"
"Hey, you rubbed off on me. I actually used that dictionary you got me for my birthday... more than once. Sordid kinda stuck out. It sounded sexy."
"Yep. You're Rainbow Dash alright." She wanted to shake her head, but didn't. That headache loomed; along with more questions. "Just give me what's important. Did we..." She couldn't finish the thought and covered her muzzle with her hooves.
"We didn't. But you said some things, Twi. And I want to say a few things of my own now that you're lucid."
"Rainbow... It just sounds so odd hearing you use words like lucid." The whole situation felt surreal, like a fuzzy fever dream. But it was also too real, and the hoof on the back of her neck, just behind her ears, was too comforting for her to want it to be just a dream.
"This is going to be hard enough to say without you being snarky. Just let me get out my two bits and then you can–"
Twilight waited for the end of the sentence. When it didn't come, she lifted her head to look at her friend, jarring the distant ache a little more. "Can what?"
"Nevermind. Look." Rainbow sighed and resumed stroking down her neck. "Twilight Sparkle..."
She tried, and failed to grin at the formality. "Yes, Rainbow Dash?"
"I've had way too much time to think about this, so I'm just gonna say it." Rainbow fell silent again, and her hoof trembled on Twilight's neck.
Twilight looked closer and forced herself to focus on her friend's face. Rainbow Dash was crying. Rainbow Dash almost never cried. She wanted to say something, but nothing felt like it would be right. What did I say last night?
"Twilight," she continued finally, "I like you. I mean, I've always liked you, and you've been the best friend a pegasus could have. You were always there for me, picking me up when I was down, looking after me when my head got too high in the clouds. I mean, maybe you were a bit bossy about it sometimes, but you're Twilight. And I love that about you. I love all of you. I love you ." She fell silent again, but it looked like the gush of words, barely comprehensible but also utterly clear in their intent, had unstoppered a well of deep feeling that Rainbow just couldn't, or wouldn't, stopper up again.
"Twilight, I more than love you. I'm in love with you. I want to be with you. It hurts so much being this close to you, and knowing that you don't think you're good enough for me. Twi, it's the other way around. I've been so worried..." What Rainbow would have said was swallowed up by a quavering gasp before she slumped against the wall, then slid to her belly, chin between her hooves.
"Rainbow." Twilight pushed herself up, wings flopping about for a balance that they threw off more than encouraged, and wobbled to her feet, then slumped again, letting her too woozy balance land her against Rainbow's shaking form. "Rainbow, I love you too."
Rainbow's breathing eased, and her wing unfolded to cover Twilight, something that she'd only done as a friendly gesture before. Now it felt like something more.
A thought came, What if all of those little wing snuggles were actually her trying to say something? Which was closely followed by, What did I say last night? She supposed that what she said wasn't all that important. She knew what she felt, and Rainbow Dash had offered her the other side of that feeling.
Rainbow had put her heart on the line because she trusted that Twilight wouldn't hurt it.
And she didn't intend to. Not in public, and certainly not in private. Not here. Not where brash, proud Rainbow Dash melted away, showing the scared mare that just wanted to prove that she was good enough.
"I love you too, Rainbow." She frowned down at her forelegs, and tried to lift one without toppling over. When all she could do was wobble, she used the most basic spell to nudge Rainbow back around to face her. Just using magic, even such a simple spell, threatened to bring the headache crashing down, but she had to. She kissed away the tears, then placed a light kiss on Rainbow's lips. "I'm in love with you. I have been in love with you. Somehow, I think I told you that last night."
Rainbow Dash's laugh told her that she had. Some of her lost confidence crept back into that quirky, smirking smile.
"You were so cute, Twi. You had me confused with Dashie and Rainbow Dash... And you tried to tell Dashie not to tell Rainbow Dash that you loved her. Oh, it was adorable." The smile faded. "But it broke my heart. To see you demean yourself like that, I mean."
"I'm so sorry." She tried to look away, but Rainbow brought her back around with a hoof hooked under her chin.
"Hey, it's okay now. I figured I had to tell you this morning. Or I wouldn't have the courage to, later." Rainbow paused to lick the side of her muzzle, then made a face. "You need a shower. You've still got a little vomit taste on your muzzle."
She laughed. "Okay." The headache that had been descending slowly crashed down, and she groaned, rolling harder into Rainbow's side.
"So... Does this mean we're an item now?"
She couldn't help it, she laughed again, even though the headache felt like a hundred angry pegasi were trying to recreate the second battle of Thunderhill in her brain. It felt good to laugh, in her heart.
"Yes, Rainbow."
Twilight snorted and stretched out on her back in bed as the happy dream faded away into what she remembered had been her first, and worst, hangover. Well, she amended, maybe not the first. Dad certainly thought it was punishment enough after I decided to try testing the effects of alcohol.
She giggled, rolling over to her side, and curled back up to tuck her hind leg over her muzzle. The faint, odiferous whiff of her dried arousal made her jerk back and sneeze, and the sound of the shower came drifting back into her awareness.
The shower'd been going for a while. She smiled to herself and stretched out; wings, forelegs and hind, and her back. A twinge from her spine jangled her all the way out of sleep and onto her side.
Maybe a hot shower will help. And letting Dashie catch up.
Rainbow was two points behind for the day.
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“Rainbow Dash?” No answer came to her from the bedroom, and she thought she heard something from the bathroom, but the constant sound of falling rain coming from the bathroom thundered over anything Rainbow might have yelled back. She must have turned up the flow to full on downpour.
Twilight sighed. The water bill was going to be high next month.
She stretched again and rolled her shoulders, wings first, then fore-shoulders and grunted when she found the ache too soon. At least she wasn’t stiff as a board. Rainbow had been as good as her promise to make her feel better, but... she was missing something.
Then it hit her. There was no steam coming from the bathroom even though the door was wide, and wedged, open. The oilcan was serving as a temporary door jamb apparently... She glanced at the door to their bedroom and noticed that Rainbow had already locked and bolted the door. And set a chair under the knob. She checked, just once, to make sure the wing-weights that she’d gotten from Dash for their anniversary weren’t there also. They were.
Well. I suppose I don’t have to worry about Spike getting in. She slipped off the bed and stretched out again, feeling the kink in her back loosening further. “Oh, Rainbow Da -ash,” she sing-songed the name and made a few slinky, stretching steps forward before trotting the rest of the way into the bathroom.
“I-in here!”
Twilight frowned when she came around the corner to see Rainbow Dash shivering in the far corner of the spacious shower, her butt slid into the corner and her tail hanging up and over one shoulder. She looked proud, for some fool reason or another. It was just as well that pegasi were pretty well insulated, but even so, it had to be chilly.
“Dashie... Why do you have the temperature set so low?” Twilight started to turn the lever on the regulator, inch by inch, increasing the temperature of the downpour from spring shower to warm summer.
“W-well, you see, I wanted to hold myself back and let you be the one to get me off, Twi. But you really have no idea how wild you drove me. It was like sitting on a rough sponge when I had to sit there and watch you tease yourself into... sweet clouds, Twi.” Rainbow shuddered again, but Twilight wasn’t entirely certain it was from the cold. “Watching you go so slow, that just made me want to—” She sucked in a breath and shot to her feet, dancing away from the sudden heat pouring down on her.
Apparently, the castle decided that Twilight was moving the lever too slowly. Twilight hauled it back sharply. “Feathering piece of horse apple pie!” The steam in the large stall continued to build, despite her curse. She considered glaring at it, but that would probably just make it steamier. Stupid animated inanimate objects.
Rainbow stood, shivers fading, and thoroughly drenched from mane to tail, next to the circular bench in the middle of the shower. It was really almost a divan chair with grass instead of cloth cushions. It was one of the things that Twilight loved about the shower. Even in the depth of winter, she and her Dashie could lay on the grass and imagine that the warm sprinkle of rain around them was at the height of summer.
Shaking her head and filing away the memory for later, Twilight stepped into the stall, just outside the ring of rainclouds. “I have some idea, Rainbow. I know you wake up early some mornings to masturbate. I learned a lot of technique pretending to be asleep while you stroked yourself off.”
“You, uh, you never say anything.” Rainbow hooked a hoof behind her head and looked away, ears falling flat and cheeks turning faint pink, barely visible through matted fur. “How long have you known?”
Closing the glass door behind her, Twilight stepped out into the steaming downpour. “The first time was the first night we shared a bed. Then you did it again the next night after I’d fallen asleep. I almost joined you.” She stopped in the rain, letting it soak her thoroughly and wash away most of the mess on and under her tail.
“I... uh, kinda wondered why you didn’t wake up. Or why you didn’t question my sticky tail in the morning.”
Twilight laughed. “You weren’t exactly quiet about it.” She tossed her head, letting her wet forelock catch behind an ear. “I think my cheeks about burst into flame the first time I heard you grunt my name.” Twilight smirked and closed the distance with Rainbow and kissed her, starting slow with just a peck. “That night, after you went back to your home, I tried what you showed me.”
“Not from a book?” Rainbow returned the kiss and edged closer, sliding her tongue along Twilight’s lips. She broke away again. “Was I a good teacher?”
“You were. It’s not a lesson I think I could have learned from a book.” Twilight stepped forward again, then past, bumping her shoulder against Rainbow’s. “I wouldn’t have learned so much about the joys of sex if it hadn’t been for you.”
Rainbow leaned into the bump as Twilight slid past. “Shared joys. Cloppin’s fine, but nothing beats your muzzle between my legs.”
Twilight felt a tug on her tail and looked back to see it caught in Rainbow’s mouth. “Or yours between mine.” She tugged her tail free and ducked her head down lower, running her nose along the point of Rainbow’s hip.
Rainbow smelled clean, with just a hint of arousal still lingering from an hour or more ago, mostly sluiced away in the cold shower. But not completely. She shuddered, her tail flagging higher when Rainbow nipped the base of it, then trailed a series of quick little love bites down the back of her thigh. Desire thrummed between her legs, but she pushed it back and sidestepped to put her rear out of reach.
“Aw, come on!”
“I’ve got you beat two, zip today, Rainbow. Are you sure you want to let me increase that lead?” Twilight arched a brow at the currently losing pegasus and smirked.
“Are we still playing that game? Come on, Twi, you’re... you’re...” Rainbow’s tail jumped, and she shuddered, muzzle dropping open.
Twilight’s smirking smile grew gentler, and she lowered her foreleg from where she’d just touched Rainbow’s belly. “Rainbow, you’re so wired up that I could get you off just by breathing on you.” She pursed her lips and blew a gentle whiff across Rainbow’s flank. It didn’t work, of course, but that wasn’t the reason she did it.
“You’re right.” Rainbow looked away, then giggled. “You know, there’s this position I’ve always wanted to try, from Hoof and Mare magazine. It was really, really hot looking. Like a reverse stallion style.”
Twilight blushed and looked aside, the image from that particular issue floating through her mind. “You mean from issue eighteen, page forty-five?”
Rainbow glanced at her. “How did you...?”
“You don’t exactly have a lot of reading material in your bathroom, Rainbow.” She tapped Rainbow’s side. “But I don’t think that position would work.” Twilight brushed her hoof against Rainbow’s belly again. “You don’t exactly have a bulging penis.”
She shuddered again, eyes closing and hind leg lifting to push the teasing hoof away. “Cock, Twi. It’s a cock. Penis just sounds too... innocent.”
“A cock is a rooster, Rainbow. You don’t have one of those either.”
“Ugh, whatever. Look, I don’t wanna argue terminology with you. I just want to spend the day with you.” Rainbow turned to kiss her briefly. “However that happens.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Twilight returned the kiss and settled her cheek against Rainbow’s, and she thought about her first time with Rainbow, how uncertain she’d been, and how indulgent the more experienced pegasus was, up there in her cloud house. “Do you remember our first time?”
“Having sex? Of course.” Rainbow nipped her neck, then kissed her ear. “You were so adorable, so uncertain about everything. I hadn’t realized you were a virgin until that night.”
“I was, but that’s not what I was thinking about. You indulged me and my silly fantasy of having my teats sucked. I can indulge yours.” Even if it’s just more of my fantasy.
“You want it to be like our first time again?”
“I guess.” Twilight took two steps back and pushed a hoof against Rainbow’s chest. “But this is our home now, and I’m not an inexperienced, shy mare anymore. I want you.”
Rainbow shuddered and her hind legs shifted, tail jumping higher and then flipping side to side. “So...” She looked down at her hooves, then back up. “Do I... just—”
“Put a hoof up here.” Twilight tapped the edge of the grass covered bench, then ducked underneath Rainbow’s barrel. It felt strange to crouch, but the warm weight that settled onto her neck and upper back felt good, even if she had to twist her neck awkwardly to avoid poking Rainbow with her horn.
She was in an excellent position anyway to twist her head to the side and reach between Rainbow’s legs to close her lips over one of those soft teats, just begging her to be suckled on. She listened to the response and felt the tug back on her lips as she started to suckle with firm tugs and slid her tongue back and forth over the tip of the nipple between the long, slow pulls on Rainbow’s flesh.
The belly against Twilight’s cheek shuddered more the harder she pulled, though she was careful not to clench too hard and only touched her teeth to the base of the teat to press gently and hold Rainbow’s hard nipple in place.
Memories surfaced of Rainbow’s mouth plying the tender valley between her teats, then kissing gently over one, then the other before pressing down hard with her teat captured by teeth and lips. Twilight’s back shivered and she felt her hind legs going numb from remembered ecstasy. She pushed harder into the soft flesh of Rainbow’s teat and pulled the hard nipple and soft flesh around it more firmly.
The warm expanse of Rainbow’s belly against her cheek was a spot of heaven, and she could hear the gusty breathing thundering distantly through the mare’s soft belly. Not fully soft, but Rainbow’s habit of eating fast food clung to her belly despite how much she trained. Being friends with Pinkie certainly didn’t help. She could still feel the hard packed muscle pressing down, then clenching and relaxing with each slow draw on the hard nipple in her mouth.
Finally, Twilight let go and just listened to Rainbow’s body over her, still shuddering. Twilight’s tail flagged to the side as hard as if Rainbow had been going at her own teats.
“Twi... You know I don’t care as much about my teats as you do.” But the tone in Rainbow’s voice suggested that was about to change. “But that was so...” Her hind legs trembled and her stomach clenched again. The smell of her arousal intensified, and two trickles of viscous fluid dribbled down the insides of her thighs. Her teeth nipped along the base of Twilight’s tail, then her long tongue curled around the base and slid over the bare underside of her dock.
Her tail lifted more and her hoof stamped involuntarily, the urge to let Rainbow continue as she wanted rising. Instead, she shuddered all over and forced her tail to clamp against her sex. “That was so, what?” She mumbled, eyes closed and breath coming in lengthening gasps.
“Do that again?”
Twilight laughed and pushed her head a little harder between Rainbow’s legs, then drew a slow lick along the crease between her belly and inner thigh. Rainbow’s leg lifted, curling up tighter and lifting away from the lick, giving Twilight even more freedom to lavish the smooth, almost bare skin with even more warm, lingering licks followed up with cool brushes of her breath.
“Twi!” Rainbow’s squeak was barely audible over the heartbeat thundering in the ear pressed against Rainbow’s belly. The leg she was teasing tightened and curled up, then stretched out as the breaths moved away from the hypersensitive, soft skin between thigh and belly.
“Yes, Rainbow?”
“N-nothing... I thought you were gonna...” Her belly clenched, stretching taut over Twilight’s cheek again.
“I can, if you want, but this awkward position is killing my neck.”
“It’s okay, Twi. Just... Hold on a moment, and get out from under me.”
Twilight did as she was asked, watching as Rainbow climbed up on the bench. “Wait. Can you lay on your side, Rainbow? I...” She felt a blush creeping along her ears.
“It’s okay, Twilight.” Rainbow blushed as well, but didn’t look away. “I trust you.” She lay down, shifting about, and then lay still.
“Thank you.”
“You were really getting me going with that...” Rainbow made a kissy face and suckling noises. “I mean, I know it drives you wild, but me... I figured I was too...” She shrugged awkwardly and lifted her uppermost hind leg, exposing her wet belly and the drier patch over one teat. Her hoof patted the drier teat, then lifted away.
“Too much colt in the filly?” Twilight followed the offering and trailed a series of nibbles and kisses down Rainbow’s chest and belly.
“Something like that.”
She didn’t immediately return to suckling Rainbow’s teat, instead she nosed against one of them, feeling the soft weight press back against her nose. “I don’t think you’ve lain like this for me before.” She kissed the nipple, then coaxed it into her mouth with a lick and a gentle suckle.
Rainbow blushed, but didn’t change positions. She took a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering sigh. “It feels vulnerable.” The hovering hoof descended to stroke Twilight’s mane.
Twilight didn’t stop to answer, but twisted her head slightly to look at the mare staring down at her. She dipped her ears briefly and leaned against the bench to support her weight and closed her eyes. There was something comforting about the simple action of suckling on a loved one’s teat, even if it was part of sex. Maybe it’s just that intimate feeling of trusting a partner enough to do something so... intimate.
“I don’t think I could’ve done this a month ago and felt as comfortable as I do right now, Twi.” She lifted the hoof away to kiss it, then returned it to Twilight’s cheek. “You are awesome.”
She answered the compliment with a soft bite and pulled harder on the firm nub, her tongue pressing and stroking its tip, then drawing back.
The hoof on her mane began to tremble, then pulled tight against her mane. Rainbow’s breathing grew shallower and Twilight had to adjust as the pull and swell of Rainbow’s belly grew more and more erratic.
“Twi!”
The breathy gasp was music to her ears, and only encouraged her to continue. Suck, stroke, and relax. Over and over, in time with Rainbow’s increasingly erratic breathing. The hoof against the back of her head pulled tighter and she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Rainbow’s head pressing down, eyes closed, against the grassy bench.
The leg above her trembled and kicked and the air filled with the fresh, heady aroma of Rainbow’s fresh juices.
Underneath her lips, Rainbow’s body shuddered once, then again, and relaxed. The hoof on the back of her head slipped down to rest against her back. She kept the nipple trapped, but let go of her gentle bite grip.
“I think I came.” Rainbow lifted her leg and pushed herself up. “Sweet clouds... I never thought you could get me like that.”
Twilight laughed and let the nipple slip from her mouth. “It takes a special kind of attention, and definitely a pegasus on the edge already.” She stood and pressed down against Rainbow’s belly with a slow kiss, then trailed a series of kisses up to her thigh.
“And a special pony.”
Her trail of kisses paused at the crease where thigh met belly in a thinly covered area with only a few patches of downy hairs and an otherwise bare sky blue expanse of flesh.
“Have I ever told you that I love your legs? Because I do.” And she was in such a gorgeously open position. “Rainbow, I’d like to use just a simple spell.” She licked lightly along the forepart of her thigh, away from the sensitive, almost bare skin of her inner thigh. “Is that okay?”
“Twi, you know I don’t like magic during sex.” Rainbow lowered the leg to brush against Twilight’s cheek. “But I trust you. You’d never hurt me.”
“No, I wouldn’t. Just a simple spell. I promise.” It was the first kind of spell she learned. Simple levitation, and she infused just enough warmth into the magic to make it as comfortable as possible. She wrapped the whole of Rainbow’s lower leg in a glowing envelope and eased the leg higher. “That’s it.”
“That’s it?” Rainbow looked at her, then at the leg and chuckled. “Twi, I meant stuff like that one spell you said you ‘borrowed’ from Luna’s private library. You know... The uh... The tingle way down deep spell. That’s just way too weird for me.”
With Rainbow’s leg locked in place in the air, Twilight stepped around the bench, lifting her tail to give Rainbow a glimpse of just how aroused she was. Of course, the pegasus wasn’t in a position to do anything but stare, and shen she glanced back, she saw Rainbow’s eyes locked on, and used a bit of magic to spread her lips and give a deeper look before she turned and settled herself behind Rainbow.
“You are such a... a...” Rainbow licked her lips and closed her eyes.
“Such a what?” She laughed when Rainbow just glared at her, but not for very long, or very convincingly, and laid back down. “I know I’m a tease, Rainbow. And you love it.”
The scent of Rainbow’s musky marehood drew Twilight’s attention down, and she locked her eyes on the wet, slick mess and the winking lips that invited her to kiss them back. It fascinated her that Rainbow’s clit would do that. Her own didn’t, and in her research, she’d found that some few mares just didn’t have the right clit or labia or muscular support to let them do that. To have a marefriend who did had provided her with an endless amount of fascination, watching it while she toyed with Rainbow’s dock, or her buttocks, or just blew soft streamers of air along the pink slit.
She bent to lap slowly from the base of Rainbow’s mound, teasing her tongue briefly into her vaginal canal to taste the mare’s musk, then slid along the parted lips, pausing along the way to turn her head and tease the velvety mound with a tender love nip.
Her teasing was making Rainbow pant louder, and the captured leg strained harder and harder in the grip of her magic. Finally her lips closed over the stiffly erect clitoris, just winking out of its hood. She slid her tongue slowly over it, barely touching, and drew a rising moan from Rainbow that ended in a hoarse squeal when she repeated the motion, faster and harder.
She pulled back and panted a hot breath over the still engorged clitoris, then stood up straighter and shook herself all over, sending a fine spray of droplets flying away along with a modicum of her own rising desires.
“Twi, don’t you hoofin’ leave me hangin’!” Rainbow lifted her head, her ears flushed, and glared . But she couldn’t hold it for long, and her brow furrowed, giving Twilight the sad, ‘do me, please’ eyes that had resulted in more than one too-late night and a grotty morning. “Come o-on! You don’t know what you... y–” She fell back again when Twilight gave in, sliding her tongue in a long, slow pass from Rainbow’s needy opening to her quivering, engorged clitoris, and finally closed her lips over it once more.
But that was all. She let go and lifted her head to settle between Rainbow’s teats, the throbbing, erect clitoris pressing against her throat. She swallowed, and felt Rainbow shudder underneath her, letting out a tiny squeak.
“Would you like me to try something new?”
She waited, not wanting to push Rainbow to try something she wasn’t ready to. If she asked... begged, then Twilight would relent and push her over the edge. But she knew Rainbow; the adventurous mare, the one to lead by example and recklessly charge forward.
“Yeah. Oh, sweet sisters, yes.”
That was music to her ears. “This might tickle a little at first.”
Twilight turned her attention to the bare expanse of leg turned towards her and stood up to reach the point of Rainbow’s hip with a nip and a kiss. She followed with a series of languorous, wet kisses, long backtracks of her tongue over already teased parts of the crease between belly and thigh, working her way down along Rainbow’s belly. The occasional light nip, followed by a lick and conciliatory kiss, drew an increasingly strained series of gasps and moans from the pegasus.
A firm, shaking hoof returned to hook over the base of Twilight’s horn, stroking slowly up and down the spiraled length and giving her not a small bit of distraction. But she held onto the spells doggedly, despite the thrills tingling down the back of her neck and the subtle, not quite audible rasp of fur over the smooth ridges of her horn.
Rainbow’s other leg strained against the grass, but Twilight caught it too in a simple spell before it could kick, and held steady along the course of her kisses, licks, and nibbles. She could feel the muscles bunching and straining under her tongue, and felt the hoof against her neck straining to push her harder. The music in her ears continued, with Rainbow’s pants and whimpers getting louder and louder.
“Twi!” The hoof against her head trembled and pressed harder. “Ah, Twi!” Twilight kept up the slow, steady and firm trail along the crease, pausing only to lap and nip at a whorl of fur or a bare patch devoid of even the downy light hairs.
The farther she got, the closer she came to the apex of Rainbow’s legs, the firmer her laps got, and the more fevered her own desire. The agonizingly slow traversal of Rainbow’s leg had made her very aware of not only the increasingly heady aroma, but also the slick, clinging mess spreading down her own thighs. Her drippings mingled with the steam swirling around the shower stall to dribble and run faster, tickling her in the same places she was teasing Rainbow.
Before she could be tempted further with the certain to be enticing sight of Rainbow’s sex winking its encouragement to her, she pulled away, her tongue feeling like sand in her mouth. It’d been worth it, though. She’d set up the playground, and now, all she had to do was wait for the right moment.
“W-why stop?” Rainbow was panting, her hooves pressed hard against the cloud as she pushed herself up to look at Twilight. “I was just about to–”
Twilight pursed her lips and sent a stream of cool air across the wet expanse of Rainbow’s exposed inner thigh. She watched, fascinated, as the cool air made the hairs along the crease stand up. More enticing was the way that Rainbow’s breath caught and the way her body strained against the spells holding her legs immobile, lifting up from the grassy bench to grind her marehood against Twilight’s neck.
She pulled away and stepped back to watch Rainbow’s almost orgasm wind down again. “Stop? I can if you want, I suppose.” She purred, pausing in her teasing breathing to look up, forcing herself to smirk, and trying to give it that trademark Rainbow Dash leer.
“T-Twi! You thunder kissing tease!” Rainbow flexed her legs, twisting herself in an agony of bliss denied, and tried to find release but seemed unwilling to use her hooves to finish herself off. Slowly, she settled back to the grass, legs still held up in the air by Twilight’s spell. She let out a grunt and shook her head, forehooves pressed to the ground, ankles flexing and digging small divots into the spongy, not quite grass surface.
Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Twilight let herself relax. “Thunder kissing? Does that mean my kisses make you think of lightning?” She stepped back into the shower for a moment, letting the rainstorm wash away some of her desire and lifted her head to catch a mouthful of warm water and spit it out.
“Always.” Rainbow’s head settled back to lay in the grass, smiling, and stared back along the length of her body at her. “You know that.”
“You say the sweetest things.” She stepped back out of the rainstorm and used another spell to flick off the rainshower. More or less obediently, for once, the rain slowed to just a drizzle. “The question is...” Twilight stepped back up close with the same devilish grin, and ran a hoof over Rainbow’s exposed belly. “Are you still keeping score?”
“Ah...” Rainbow lifted her head, one eyebrow quirked. “Really? I know you like rules, Twi, but come on !”
“Well, I was going to adjust the rules.” Twilight slipped away, turning her head to hide a smile. “But if you’d rather stop playing our little game...”
Rainbow squirmed, and dropped her head back down. “Fi–ine. What’s the score, then?”
“You know me.” Rainbow shuddered, her smile slipping as Twilight trailed the hoof down the wet band of fluff along her belly, then tapped against a teat, and continued lower. “Well.” She coughed. “I suppose the two little ones were just, uh, half a point each. You’re still ahead by one.”
Twilight smiled. “That’s good. Because I was really looking forward to this .” She pressed her hooves into the ground on either side of Rainbow’s flanks and ducked her head to play her tongue firmly along the outside edge of Rainbow’s twitching mound. The long moan that ended in a grunt was music to her ears, and another fresh trickle of musk scented dew reignited the itch in her own nethers. She finished and looked up. “It’s been hard not to give in and just jump into the endgame.” She cut the spells holding Rainbow’s legs in the air, and felt them settle down on either side of her head.
Starting low, Twilight nipped at Rainbow’s dock, then teased the crease at the base of her tail and started a trail of nips over the outer edge of her buttock.
“You just can’t resist, can you?”
“Can you?”
“N-aah!”
Twilight turned from teasing far from Rainbow’s marehood to slipping her tongue between its folds and pushing deep. The smooth contours of Rainbow’s vagina pulsed around her tongue, and the full bouquet of scent and taste of musk assaulted her senses with the heady, needy smell of sex. She nosed aside the thick outer lips and pressed her tongue as deeply inside as she could, curling the tip to fight the constant press of muscle and stopper the push of Rainbow’s juices.
The legs on either side of her head flexed, but stayed open, and the depths of Rainbow’s vagina pulsed in time to the flick and twiddle of her tongue. Against her nose, she felt the tug and loosening of labia winking partway open and slipping back along her nose. She followed that pull and stared up at the taut, pink clit sliding back and forth from its hood, and let her tongue slip away.
She didn’t leave immediately, though. She slid her tongue just far enough in to feel the heat and taste the slightly bitter taste of Rainbow’s musk and flesh combined. Curling the tip of her tongue, she drew it up along the cleft between Rainbow’s labia while she felt the legs against her cheeks tighten and heard a moan rising and then ending in a breathless pant when Twilight stopped.
Rainbow relaxed slightly and panted, her tail stirring against Twilight’s neck. She shuddered again and her legs locked tight around Twilight’s head once more as a trickle of syrup trailed down to trickle into the grass and along her dock.
It was fascinating to watch, and not only because Twilight wanted to stopper the flow again with her tongue, but because she could feel the same thing happening between her own legs. She waited for Rainbow to catch her breath, then repeated the curled tongue stroke from seeping slit to just under the bulge of her stiffly erect clitoris.
This time, she closed her lips over it and felt Rainbow’s body respond as she pushed down and swirled her tongue around its base.
“Twi! S-swee–” Rainbows cry broke off into a hoarse cry as her body strained.
She kept up the teasing for a second or two longer, then slid her tongue over Rainbow’s clit, feeling every pulse and throb, and those delicious cries of pleasure became muffled when Rainbow’s legs clamped down tight over her ears, shaking and jerking in time with the music.
The length of her tongue slid over the engorged nub trapped between her lips again, bringing a fresh round of cries, though more muted. One last time, she lapped at Rainbow’s twitching clitoris, her ears perked to catch and savor the hoarse cry that rose in the echoing shower.
Twilight let her tongue rest on the quivering, hard nub while Rainbow’s panting settled down ever so slowly into something resembling normal. Finally, she let her lips part from their prize and ducked her muzzle to lap slowly, lovingly, at the slowing stream of slick juices trailing from Rainbow’s still flexing marehood.
She lost herself in the activity, savoring the feel of her smooth tongue trailing over softer flesh and velvety furred outer lips.
“Twi?” Rainbow said, letting her head flop to one side and look down her flank. “Twi, you can stop now.”
Twilight smiled into Rainbow’s sex, and lathed one last lick from under her tail to the tip of her slit. “Okay,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “Was that good, for you?”
“Y-you have no idea…”
“I think I do,” Twilight said with a grin as she pulled herself up on the platform to plant a sloppy, creamy kiss on Rainbow’s lips. “A few hours ago, you did much the same to me.”
Rainbow licked the slick mess from Twilight’s muzzle, her tongue tickling under and around her chin, and all the way up to her cheeks. “You can let go of the spell, now.”
“Oh!” Twilight hurriedly cancelled the spell, and felt Rainbow’s legs clamp tight around her flanks. “Hey!”
“All’s fair.” Rainbow snickered and stuck her tongue out. “Like I was ever gonna let you go.”
“I wouldn’t let you go, either,” Twilight said, rolling over to drag Rainbow to lay with her, resting on her side, and tucked her muzzle up under Rainbow’s muzzle.
Above them, the skylight was growing dimmer as they lay together, bliss swimming in Twilight’s mind as Rainbow’s musky scent dissipated ever so slowly into the misty shower, mingling with her own.
“You know we’re gonna have to shower again, right?”
“Hush,” Twilight grunted. “Let me imagine that we’re already clean for a moment.”
“Dirty ,” Rainbow whispered. “So dirty.”
“Hush!” She nipped Rainbow’s neck. “Clean soon.”
Rainbow laughed softly and curled her forelegs around Twilight’s neck. “Okay.” She tucked her muzzle in close and whispered: “I have a question for you.”
“‘Kay.” Twilight let her eyes slip closed as she started falling back to sleep. “Ask.”
“Twilight Sparkle, will you go on a date with me tomorrow?”
“‘Course,” Twilight said, the words passing through her mind without remark. “Where?”
“I’ll tell you when you wake up.” Rainbow planted a soft kiss on Twilight’s ears, then settled her muzzle against her marefriend’s horn.
Rainbow sighed as Twilight fell asleep in her hooves again, her mind fuzzy still from the multiple, successive orgasms. Hey, at least you kept the reason you came home early a secret.
Her thoughts turned to the gossipy lock, and wondered just how much it had told Twilight of their time together. Had it seen her come home early once before and hide a little box? She sighed again and closed her eyes.
“I love you, Twilight.” Sleep came up and claimed her moments later, dreams of a single question percolating through her mind.
