Twilight and the Art of Fingering
by Prane
Chapter 1 (One-shot)
You know what’s funny? The fact that Twilight Sparkle, also known as ‘that new girl who came totally out of nowhere to challenge Sunset Shimmer and change our lives’ was, in fact, a pony princess seeking some magical crown-thingy – which also happened to be one of the most important means of defense for her world – was pretty easy to accept, even in all of its ridiculousness. But the funny thing was, it was still more legit than Pinkie Pie’s unraveled logic.
“I still don’t understand,” I looked at my ever-smiling friend, perplexed, “how on earth are you going to arrange a limousine for our six and a chauffeur that will take us to the Fall Formal in just a few hours!?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Rarity! Auntie Pinkie got it all covered!”
Pinkie Pie was on her way out, but, suddenly, she turned on her heel and approached me with that inexplicable excitement written all over her face. “In fact, it’s my aunt’s daughter-in-law whose cousin works with the brother of–”
“Very well!” I cut in, gently guiding her towards the exit. I could smell the scent of her shampoo… was that bubblegum, or something more like candy-floss? Anyway, however socially improper of me it might seem, I simply couldn’t allow her to go on with her tale, and at the risk of being rude, I knew I just managed to avert a severe dizziness. Dizziness was no good for my skin! “See you all at 7 o’clock, then!”
Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were already at the doors, loaded with bags full of elegant dresses, fancy accessories and make-up stuff we – or rather I – have chosen for tonight’s ball. Pinkie Pie joined them in a truly vivacious way and shortly after I found myself waving to them through the windows of my parents’ boutique. Waving to my friends. It is rather amusing that it took only a pony princess from another world to bring us back together. Speaking of…
“Oh, this dress is amazing!” I heard Twilight’s excitement and gratitude coming from one of the dressing cabins on the back of the store. I locked the doors, turned the signboard back to ‘CLOSED’, as seen from the streets, and followed the sound of her voice. “But there’s one problem. What are these for?”
“What do you mean by…” I unveiled a purple curtain, ready to dispel any doubts Twilight could have regarding current trends in fashion on planet Earth. I was unprepared, however, to see what I saw. “Gyah!”
“What’s wrong?” Twilight looked at me questioningly, hardly even covering… them.
I saw her standing in the middle of the dressing cabin with her breasts completely exposed. She was holding a bra in one hand, rested the other on her shaped hip and, apparently, saw nothing inappropriate in just standing there completely naked, save for her periwinkle, lace panties and staring at her body’s reflection in the oval mirror. The look on her face was serious and inquiring, yet completely clueless.
I felt the blood rushing to my face and imagined my rather pale complexion turning furiously red as I quickly curtained the cabin and separated myself from Twilight. Oddly enough, I instantly regretted my decision, because – there was no denying – that view was quite a thing. Or two things, to be exact. Not too petite things, not ridiculously oversized… and definitely not observed for long enough to tell anything more about them!
“What happened?” Twilight asked. There was a palpable note of embarrassment – completely justified, after all – in her curtain-muffled voice. “Did I say something inappropriate?”
“No, sweetheart, it’s not that,” I replied, puzzling over how to pick my words properly. I sat on a low bench, usually used for trying on new pairs of boots, and sought answer on the wall full of boxes with booties, shoes and heels. Some of them were on display, too. Like those lavender ones with darker stars… they seemed quite fitting. If only I could try those boobs…
Boots! I was thinking about boots, alright!? Oh, you lamentable phonetic similarity...
“It’s just…” I continued, “well, you’re not supposed to show off yourself like that… most of the times.”
“Oh? Oh, I’m so sorry!” Twilight replied. “I’m not really used to clothing of any type, it’s not that common where I come from.”
Oh, how wonderful. Pony princesses, or ponies at all, were apparently a bunch of shameless nudists, strolling through the streets! Were they like Europeans? It’s a miracle she didn’t drop out of her clothes at school!
“There is a lot of things I don’t understand here,” she went on. “Those kom-pu-tors of yours, cars and the Interwebs… shucks, I don’t even know how human body works. And now I can’t fix that thing-holder!”
I didn’t reply, struck by a sudden realization of what Twilight meant by a ‘thing-holder’. A girl of our age unable to fasten her bra? That would be understandable if she was just a little girl, but in high school? Oh, please, mighty wall of boots, booties, shoes and heels, make her figure it out herself so she wouldn’t have to ask for…
“A little help here?” Twilight said timidly. “I understand it’s probably a strange thing here, but I really can’t do it by myself.”
Relax, Rarity. You’re just going to help her fasten her bra, no big deal. Then you’ll go out, she’ll dress up properly and you’re both going to forget about this completely unfortunate, yet mildly exciting turn of things. Now get in and do your job!
I slowly unveiled the curtain and took a small step inside, finding myself just inches of Twilight’s pure bareness. I tried to distract myself from it by looking around the cabin. Twilight’s dress was handing neatly on a hanger, there was a soft, violet rug covering the floor, and a pair of those rose heels from the limited autumn collection standing next to a wooden stool. Yes! Think about boots! Even boots were more appropriate to look at than Twilight’s… you know… not boots.
Unfortunately, or perhaps extremely fortunately considering what was going to happen in just a few minutes, Twilight did not stop her research on mere observation. She went from theorizing to gaining knowledge in a more… practical way.
“One of them seems to be hanging lower than the other,” she stated, weighting her breasts in her hands with a little frown on her forehead. A tiny portion of her tongue was sticking out from between her lips as she struggled to find a proper balance. “Is that normal?”
Oh my! Now that she stopped staring at them, she started playing with them! And – oh my again – she really had something-something to play with. It took all of my concentration not to think about those round… and seemingly soft… pair of fine breasts…
She was my friend, for goodness sake! I had met her, like, yesterday! And I was definitely not supposed to have that kind of thoughts on her!
“They are called breasts, dear,” I positioned myself behind Twilight’s back, trying not to look… anywhere. This damn mirror was really making the cabin, and not only that, bigger. I took the bra matching Twilight’s lower lingerie and lifted her arms. And, paradoxically, it didn’t help that she so submissively allowed me to do so. “And this ‘thing-holder’, as you named it, is called a brassiere, or a bra,” I moved the cups closer to her body. “They are used for…”
And just when the pair of fleshy pillows filled the space of the form-fitting undergarment, I could feel them in all of their glory, although through the thickness of the material. My goodness, they were indeed soft and pleasant to touch, and I would even venture to say that the nature tailored them just for my own hands…
But they were covered now. Done! I could come out now and look at some… boots.
“What for, Rarity?” Twilight’s inconvenient interest didn’t let me out.
“Well, covering your breasts and… supporting them.”
I bit my tongue not to say ‘restraining them’. I had enough trouble restraining myself! It wasn’t that I felt uncomfortable with the closeness of a near-naked body – how different it really was from poolside parties or spa visits I’ve been perfectly accustomed to? It’s just that it would feel wrong if I had taken advantage of this whole situation. Theoretically speaking, of course!
“Oh, so they wouldn’t bounce up and down?” Twilight figured out with a smile. A charming smile, so to add. “That’s convenient!”
“Indeed it is,” I simply replied, trying to sound as neutral and conversation-ending as possible. And to my relief, Twilight didn’t pursue it further. At least not immediately, but exactly in the moment I was about to go out.
“One more thing,” Twilight said, crushing my escape plan entirely and causing my heart to cringe. And I thought I was assertive! And I was, except that even Fluttershy was more assertive than me! “You said I’m not supposed to show them off most of the times. Are there instances amongst humans when it is safe… or socially acceptable to do so?”
“Well, in certain… intimate situations…” I began, reaching and caressing Twilight’s arm. When I touched her skin, I knew there was no retreat. But, in my own defense, I really tried to contain myself! Unlike Twilight, I was perfectly aware that the things were going to get completely out of ‘socially acceptable’ bounds. “When two people trust each other…”
“Oh, I trust you,” Twilight turned around and stood face to face with me on a much too cramped space. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she pointed at my chest. “Are yours bigger? At school I saw girls with flatter fronts, but there were also some more… space-occupying, so to speak.”
I giggled and looked down. Because I was still in my light sea-colored blouse, which might I add wasn’t too tight, it was impossible to compare the sizes of major body parts… at least not without revealing them first.
“Can I see them?”, Twilight’s face got redder each second I was staring at her. The human in the body of a pony, the pony in the body of a human, neither could cheat the nature of things.
“I thought you’d never ask…” I leaned over Twilight’s ear and whispered, quickly unfastening her periwinkle bra once more. To be honest, I don’t think I fastened it well enough in the first place. Was it accidentally? Or on purpose? I decided to leave that question for psychologists.
Who cared, anyway? Now it was me who turned around. I grabbed my blouse’s collar and slowly pulled it up, feeling a slight touch of cold just above my waist. I wasn’t trying to act more attractive than I actually was when taking off my clothes, but let’s face it: it was natural for me, just as natural as the gravity which grabbed the blouse and stuck it to the cabin’s violet rug. I reached behind my back, but instead of losing another piece of clothing straight away, I decided to spicy things up a little bit.
“Since you are so bad at putting it on,” I said, feeling much less weird or bizarre with my soon-to-be unclothed friend nearby than before, “maybe you could help me put it off?”
As Twilight was struggling with the fastening, I swiftly unzipped my skirt, allowing it to slide down my legs and join the growing pile of clothes on the violet rug. Perhaps Twilight wasn’t doing a very good job, but I didn’t mind, because each time she pulled the strings of my bra – the indigo one, only a shade darker than my hair – the cups were pressing against my breasts nicely. And the best part was, we weren’t at the best part yet…
“Gotcha!” Twilight triumphed and I felt the front of my chest liberated. But I didn’t reveal my attributes just yet, no. I held my brassiere close to the skin, not uncovering anything more than usual. I turned around.
“So, are they bigger or not?” Twilight’s asked. Oh, she sounded impatient. I liked that.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” I offered, holding the bra with one hand and taking Twilight’s hand with the other. Guiding her up and placing her open palm on my chest, I stopped upholding the bra. Of course, I could let it fall off long ago, but the very idea of Twilight taking my clothes away was really turning me on.
And to my satisfaction, Twilight did just that. She carefully grabbed the bra between her index and middle fingers – which also gave me the idea on how to proceed in the upcoming minutes of pleasure – and threw it on the floor, just near her own.
We were standing face to face, although expression ‘breast to breast’ would be much more appropriate, as it were them where our focus was currently placed. Apart from wearing panties and, in my case, a pair of high heels boots, we were completely naked, close to each other and surprisingly comfortable, now that Twilight’s initial shyness had passed away.
“They are!” Twilight stared at my boobs, still looking as if she was doing a research paper on the volume of breasts of human girls.
“Not that much,” I assured. “I bet yours are… softer.”
“Do you want to touch them?”
“I want to touch them, squeeze them and cuddle them,” I whispered with passion, feeling the wild lust gradually taking over. “And I want you to do exactly the same with mine…”
“I’m not sure if I know how… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just follow my lead, darling.”
I reached to Twilight’s breasts, to which she responded alike. We were experimenting for a while, especially Twilight who was soon to discover how much different it was to touch those fleshy pillows on the sides and closer to the hardening nipples.
I had to admit that my inexperienced friend was quite good at this. Twilight quickly found out that carefully pinching the darker parts of my breasts was something that caused me to silently moan with pleasure and wear a smile of felicity. In a matter of few minutes she became so dominative in her cuddling I could hardly do something for her body. She wasn’t gentle at all, but rather firm in her doings, but since she was delivering it so expertly I had trouble with concentrating, yet alone protesting. Besides, it I hadn’t known there were much better things ahead, I would let those waves of pleasure wash over me for much, much longer.
“Stop!” I almost shouted when her last touch made me feel so good I had to back off in astonishment.
“What’s wrong? Did I…?”
“Nothing, sweetie,” I put a finger over Twilight’s lips to silence her. “You’re doing great, but allow me to do something just for you…”
I pushed Twilight on the wall – tenderly, of course – and leaned forward, approaching Twilight’s left boob. I grabbed it steadily and put my lips to the nipple.
“Oh, we can use tongues in that? I had no idea!” Twilight said, but when the sudden wave of delight flooded her mind, she couldn’t utter anything more on the matter.
Twilight might have been natural when it came to hands, probably because she had never used them before like that and she knew no limits. In turn, I considered myself quite experienced when it came to working with my tongue and saliva. I didn’t simply licked Twilight’s nipple. No, I was better than this, I know how to do it properly, with a certain dose of finesse the other girl lacked.
Starting with a simple kiss, light as a spring breeze, and drawing circles with the tip of my tongue around the nipple, I was getting closer and closer with each lap. Not only that, but also my lips got near the perky thing, and just when the final lap of delivering pleasure – and receiving prize in Twilight’s moans in return – would be a mere touch on the center, I pressed my lips against the skin and started kissing, then sucking it firmly. I could even bite it a little.
“Oh!” Twilight squeaked with a mixture of fear and pleasure. “Oh, you’re good!”
I looked up and saw Twilight leading her tongue on the edges of her lips. But that didn’t satisfy me, because only when she had gotten completely lost in the experience, only then would I be fulfilled.
As repetitive sucking and kissing somebody’s boobs were hardly an intellectual struggle, I gathered the rests of my shattered rational mind, slowly falling to basic instincts, and pondered on what I needed for fulfillment. Somewhere during my freshman year, I was once told by Principal Celestia herself that I was the embodiment of generosity. It sounded weird, but today I had to agree: when it came to the bodies, I could be exceptionally giving.
I moved to the other boob and repeated the whole process while continuing to massage the wet area with my right hand. As for the left one, well, I was this close of reaching down and stripping Twilight down her last piece of underwear, but as stimulating as it was, it wasn’t something a lady like me would have done.
“Can I try something?” Twilight asked between her ooh-ing and ah-ing.
I regretfully pulled myself away from the tasty surface of Twilight’s breasts, curious to see what my friend from another world had to offer.
“My pleasure,” I chucked, finding it amusing that – for the first time in my life – it wasn’t just a phrase. It was a harbinger of delight.
Twilight turned me around so I faced the purple curtain once again. Then I felt her stepping forward and leaning over my neck, her breasts touching my back. I felt her breath sliding over my arm just before a tender kiss landed on my shoulder. One kiss led to another, the kisses went higher, but I felt something was missing from the picture.
“Your hands, babe, use your hands!”
Twilight didn’t have to be told twice. She embraced me from behind and crossed arms so that her left hand reached for my right boob, and the right one was pleasuring, cuddling, and playing with the other. The kisses were no longer tender. They were fierce and firm, grasping more of my young body each time. It was amazing to feel a quite – let’s not fear to use that word – nerdy girl doing such wonders with her mouth and hands. And that was a lesson worth remembering: you never know what goddess of delight could hide in the most unlooked-for body of a bookworm, waiting patiently to be liberated, or rather unleashed. I immersed myself in the feeling, letting it to grasp me to the moment I could swear I was melting. I grabbed the curtain and held it to maintain my balance, which turned out to be quite a challenge, considering Twilight’s intense, yet rhythmical moves from behind.
After a squeeze which took me to the absolute edge or pleasure – in that kind of activity, at least – and worst, without a proper warning, Twilight attempted to spin me around. Because of those large boots I still didn’t took off, as, to be honest, I felt much more naked with them on, I tripped and collapsed. Still holding to the curtain, of course, I broke it and if it weren’t for the bench, I would fell to the floor. Instead, I softly landed by it, with Twilight towering over me.
“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” she said, oblivious to the fact that leaning forward and covering her mouth caused her arms to squeeze her boobs and make them look even perkier. That was a quite a view. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m much more than alright, babe,” I climbed and sat up on the bench. It seemed to be just a thing I needed to show Twilight one more, and who knows if not the most important of all, thing concerning human body. At least without having a strong, handsome man nearby. “Sit with me,” I pattered the spot on the gold-brown bench.
Twilight immediately complied, curious of what was going to happen.
“Remember when we talked about things,” I asked, lowering my voice in a near-conspiratorial manner, “that you’re not supposed to do just anywhere?”
“I remember finding out that they are great!” Twilight replied with a wide grin.
“There is one more thing that humans do in order to… relieve pressure, which I’m sure can’t be done in your world,” I said hesitantly, knowing that there were people that did not share my views on that matter. Mostly because they were misguided by what they had been told in the past, by their overzealous interpretation of certain rules, or simply because by that unwarranted feeling that they’re doing something wrong.
“I’m eager to learn…”
Twilight was not one of them.
“Good,” I breathed a sigh of relief, reaching towards my lingerie. “Now, would you kindly take off your panties?”
Again, Twilight did as I asked. I had never expected to become someone’s teacher on the matter of pleasuring oneself and, well, general conquers in sexuality, but it felt good to be in that role. Not to mention that brief thought of doing that with the rest of my recently regained friends, oh! Did it suddenly become hotter in here?
Perhaps it would work out. For now, there was me, completely naked and completely clueless on what she was missing Twilight and the wall of boots, booties, shoes and heels observing us in silence.
“What now?” she moved one of her legs to the opposite side of the bench, positioning her front to my side.
“You want to spread your legs a bit,” I said and glanced at Twilight’s most intimate zone a girl’s body could have. To my astonishment, she had not a single pubic hair in the area around her vulva. That was probably one of the benefits that living in the alternate world could bring along. “Now, you are a natural when it comes to your hands,” I raised my middle and index finger and put them on my labia to serve as an example. “I’m sure you’ll work something out.”
Unlike Twilight, I had some moss, but it was trimmed to perfection. I had been experimenting with what looked best – in the opinion of mine, not the others – and after having it completely uncut, bare and made into a thin line, I settled down for a shape of three small, stretched rhombi, although I liked to think of them as little diamonds, as in the playing cards’ symbol.
I knew exactly what to do. I knew my body well enough to deliver just what it needed to satisfy my lust. But Twilight, on the other hand, was completely new to this, and it was an interesting experience to observe her unsurely pressing the area around her pussy. After a short warm-up, she obviously started pulling and crumpling the most external parts, almost jumping in excitement when she touched her clitoris for the first time.
“Oh! That’s niiiice!” she giggled as she started leading her middle finger up and down.
It was difficult to tell which parts was she stimulating most. I certainly didn’t stare at it, as I considered it blunt and rude. For the next minute or two, she was exploring the capabilities of her woman body, and by the time she put her finger inside, she was already lying on her back, occupying most of the bench, with her face rose with bliss. I didn’t stay idle, either. I had a great time watching at her pleasure-induced body spasms, but I also managed to rub my own parts a bit.
Unfortunately, Twilight’s devotion to learning new things caused her to play with herself even faster, and while I was perfectly fine with dosing my experience, she wanted to take it all at once! For a moment I thought that reaching climax at the same time would be really ‘poetic’, if such term could be used, but that wasn’t going to happen. I saw the sensation well-known to me coming to Twilight much too soon, but it was going to happen anyway.
The question remained: am I going to just sit here and rub myself for another quarter of so, or perhaps I could give more of myself to Twilight?
You are the embodiment of generosity, Rarity.
However creepy it was to hear your principal’s voice in your head at the moment, she was right. That accompanying spirit of generosity had once again won over my own needs. I realized that for me there was always another day for pleasure, and for Twilight there was just that moment. And only that moment counted right now. Just watch me!
I stopped pleasuring myself and moved closer to Twilight. I put a hand on her boob and reached the other to rub the upper parts of her pussy, careful not to collide with her moves. At first she looked at me in amazement, but when I gave her a simple, reassuring smile, she gladly accepted my assistance, judging by her eyes closing in a trustful manner. She was definitely having a good time, at least as far as I could tell from her bitten lower lip, flexed muscles and her body sweating.
The culmination of the whole process was nigh, so I checked once more if we’re making the full use of our bodies. Twilight’s fingers were spread wide as she was massaging one of her boobs and letting me foster the other. Down below, it seemed as if she wanted to grasp the whole of her pussy, minus the top on which I kept drawing rhombi with my fingers. We found ourselves mixing expertise with lack of experience, delicacy and care with fierceness and untamed wildness, exchanging one to another and another to one. A touch of one’s body leading to fulfillment for both of us.
There was one more thing. A crowning kiss to be made.
“Oh my!” Twilight shouted with ecstasy as she continued to stimulate herself even faster and with greater force. Her chest was rising and falling, the tension in her flexed muscles was clearly visible. “That feeling… ouch! It’s like pain and pleasure, mixed together!” her breaths got shorter, so short that I feared she might get hyperventilated. But I kept descending with my kiss. “It’s so good, but it hurts! But I don’t want it to stop! OH, I CAN’T STOP IT! OH! OH! OOOOH!”
By the time she screamed with pleasure for the last time, I locked her lips with my own. I had to stop playing with her body in order not to fall, but rather gently lie on her, balancing my body as I kissed her. That wasn’t just a kiss. It was a generous kiss, generous as in wanting to convey everything I had and everything I felt towards Twilight in that one kiss, wanting for that moment to last forever and wanting to spend but a minute longer with her, in this world or another.
Second later, it was done. I pulled my lips and hands away from Twilight’s body, breaking the spell of the moment.
“What happened!?” she shouted in confusion, still lying on her back.
“Now, you’ve just had an orgasm, dear,” I said, helping her sat back straight, and gently caressing her shivering body. It was somehow pitiable that simply warming up my lower parts wasn’t enough stimulating experience for me to end being knocked down with delight like Twilight. “Did you like it?”
“It was… amazing!” Twilight replied, breathing heavily. Poor girl was still in shock, and her face was blushed all over with naughty happiness. “At first I felt as what’s-its-name, no, my whole body was going to be… ripped in half by the upcoming sensation. But it didn’t and instead it was… I don’t know how to describe it properly… it was a wave of pleasure.”
“Sex is a pleasure, no doubt.”
“W- we were having sex!?” Twilight looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes. “You mean sex like in sex leading to pregnancy, leading to birth, leading to parenthood!? What a disaster, I’m not ready to be a princess in my world, let alone mother in yours! Do you think–”
“Calm down, darling,” I moved closer to reassure her, so close that our fronts met again. I looked deep into her violet eyes. “I don’t know how it works in your pony world, but here it is biologically impossible to get pregnant by some casual fingering.”
“Fingering, huh?” Twilight seemed to have noted down a new word of human origin in her mind. “I’m so silly, there was that pamphlet in the library about something called ‘safe sex’. But it didn’t mention anything about this fingering practice.”
“There are certain things you simply cannot learn by reading pamphlets or books,” I replied. “There are some experiences you have to discover by yourself, or, if you happen to be a pony princess just dropping by our world for a few days, have someone to guide you through it.”
“In that case,” Twilight smiled and crossed her arms behind my back, to which I responded alike, “I’m glad I have a teacher in you.”
And so we hugged, but it was nothing like a simple friendly hug. Not only because we were almost completely – almost, boots still on – naked, or because our nipples were kissing, or even because our lower parts were steaming from the recent feast of pleasure.
It was something more, because even with all the bareness, there was more beneath. There was that untold promise of meeting each other again, there was a beautiful memory of pleasure that we would both cherish in the months to come, and there was a certain degree of fulfillment for both of us: for Twilight, it was discovering the human body in a brand new way, and for me… helping her to do so.
We lasted in that sensual embrace for minutes, our pale bodies entangled akin to a pair of fresh roses never meant to be separated, secretly hidden from the outside world and watchfully guarded by the wall of boots, booties, shoes and heels…
