Tags: TSxRD, public, magical molesting

“So I'm about to open the door for her, when she suddenly jumps up and starts pumping her fists...”

“Oh, dear,” Rarity half-giggles, shaking her head behind her hand.

“Yeah, she totally thought she won! She was yelling out crap like 'In your face!' and 'Not so fast now, are ya?' out to the street!”

Applejack snorts, setting down her mug with a thud. “Sure you ain't talkin' about yourself, Dash?”

“Hey, I'm not that bad!” Rainbow Dash protested. “Besides, if that was me, I would've won!”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” Rarity said, still hiding giggles behind her manicured fingers. “Please, do go on.” Applejack leaned back, smirking, and waved her hand.

“Right,” Dash continued. “So this goes on for a while, like, a long while, and I'm just standing there wondering how hard she ran if she still had that much breath in her.” Her companions had some more chuckles at this. “And finally, she turns around and sees me in the window. I swear, even through the glass, I could hear something breaking!”

Applejack broke out in laughter, slapping the table. “Ha! Ah just love that sound!”

“I know! It's awesome, right?”

“Right! You never get tired of hearin' it!” she grinned, leaning forward. “Whenever some poor soul tries tah arm-wrestle me...”

“Please, Applejack, wait your turn,” Rarity admonished her. As Applejack shrugged, she turned back to Rainbow expectantly.

“Yeah, so she's just staring at me, and after a few seconds, I just wave at her like this.” She curled her lips up into a cruel grin and brought up her hand, waving her hand a few inches from side to side, before breaking into more laughter. “She just snaps! She storms inside and starts screaming at me, like about how I must've cheated, sneaking in through a back door or something! So I just turn around and ask everyone there who got here first. There was a bunch of cashiers and a bunch of people who saw the entire thing, but she still wouldn't shut up!”

“Heh, a sore loser?” Applejack said.

“Sore like she sat on a traffic cone!” she laughed. “Eventually, the manager chased her off, and I got myself a soda. The end.”

“The poor dear,” Rarity tittered, lightly sipping her own drink. “She should've known better than to try to race you.”

“Right?” Rainbow took a gulp of her beer. “She never learned her lesson. She kept challenging me to races for the rest of the year. Every time I won she just got madder and madder. After a while, I just started ignoring her, and—hey, is that Twilight?”

Their heads turned to where Dash was looking. Sure enough, at the bar was a familiar straight haircut with a bright streak.”So it is,” Applejack muttered. “Wonder what's she doin' here?”

“HEY!” Rainbow shouted out, waving her free hand. “TWILIGHT! OVER HERE!” Twilight turned around, a scowl on her face vanishing as she saw the trio seated at the corner table. She immediately hopped out of her stool, bringing her fruity drink with her.

“Hey girls,” she said as Rarity and Applejack scooted along the circular couch to make room for her, “I didn't see you. What are you three doing here?”

“What else?” Rainbow asked, raising her mug while Twilight settled down. “Hanging out, swapping stories...”

“Just you three?”

“Well, you know Fluttershy,” Rarity said. “The poor dear can never get comfortable on these sorts of outings.”

“Yeah, I understand her,” Twilight said, “but I would've expected at least Pinkie to be with you. It's like a small party, after all.”

“Yeah, well...” Applejack mumbled. “See, Pinkie Pie doesn't really like alcohol.”

Twilight's eyes widened in astonishment. “She doesn't? Seriously?”

“I know, right?” Rainbow said. “You'd think a party animal like her gets smashed every other day! But she's got this absolutely-no-alcohol rule for all of her parties. She even has a Pinkie Sense for when someone tries to spike the punch.”

“Really?”

“Eyup,” Applejack nodded. “By now, everyone in town knows better than to try it. Guess it's because she likes to keep her parties for all ages. We tell her she can come here and just drink soda or something, but she always refuses.”

“Huh,” Twilight said, slumping back slightly and looking into her half-empty glass. “Guess that rules out that plan,” she grumbled.

Rainbow raised a brow. “What plan?”

“And you never invited me?” Twilight asked, ignoring her.

The three of them looked awkwardly at each other. It was Rarity who spoke up first. “Well, Darling, it's not that we wanted to exclude you from anything; it's just that we didn't believe you'd be receptive.”

“Yeah,” Applejack added. “We thought you'd rather be doin' something else instead of getting drunk.”

“Didn't you just say you told Pinkie about how it's not just about drinking?”

“Well you're an egghead!” Dash blurted out. “Of course you'd rather be reading a bunch of your boring books than going anywhere cool!” Rarity and Applejack shot her scathing looks. “...What?”

Twilight just snorted. “I guess you're right. If you invited me, I probably would've brought a manual on having a girl's night out,” she said, tipping back her glass.

Applejack and Rarity exchanged looks. She must've been drinking for a while already. “So... what were you doing here, alone?” Rarity asked.

She snorted again from behind her glass. She slammed it down and gulped. “Not getting laid, that's what.”

“PPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!”

“UGH! Rainbow!” Rarity shouted, raising her arms to look at her beer-sprayed dress. Applejack just blinked owlishly, her eyes darting between Twilight's deadpan face and Dash choking.

Twilight rolled her eyes and snapped her right fingers. Instantly, the spilled liquid vanished from Rarity's outfit and the table. “You really are all prudes,” she grumbled darkly.

This brought upon a fresh wave of coughs from Rainbow, who started thumping her chest even harder. The other two were now gaping at Twilight, until Applejack shook herself out of her trance long enough to give Dash a solid thump to the back. With a final cough, she propped herself up on a forearm, blinking.

“Okay,” she said. She looked up at Twilight. “There's no way I heard that right! What were you doing here, again?”

“Looking for a fuck.”

Three faces stared open-mouthed at Twilight, who simply gulped down another mouthful of her drink. Wiping her lips, she said “Careful of the flies.”

Rarity closed her mouth quickly, her eyes darting about. She opened her mouth again, but no words came out. The other two remained unresponsive.

Twilight just sighed. “I knew moving to Ponyville from Canterlot would be a big change, but I hadn't counted on how hard it would be to get good one night stands,” she said.

Applejack was the first to finally find her voice. “You—“ she paused. “So you're having trouble getting... laid... in Ponyville?”

“Yeah. It's crazy. A lot of the guys I talk to just back off and ask if we shouldn't at least date a few times first. I don't want a boyfriend, I want a fuck!” Rainbow made a barely audible wheezing sound. “And when I tell them that, they get pale, and they're obviously lost causes, so I move on.”

“But surely some men are more... open, aren't they?” Rarity asked.

“Yeah, but not a lot. And I've sorted those guys into three categories.” Rainbow's mouth twitched. Twilight held up her left index finger and pointed to it with her right. “The first group is made of men who are, generally, intimidated by me.”

“Intimidated?” Applejack echoed. “Of you? Ah mean, no offense or nothin'...” she trailed off self-consciously.

“As much as I try to avoid abusing the privilege, I am Princess Celestia's personal protégé. Even ignoring that, I was born and raised in high up Canterlot, and there's the whole Ursa Minor thing, so yeah. Intimidated.”

“...Oh.” Applejack scratched the back of her head awkwardly. She could definitely understand men getting scared off by by strength; very few of her arm-wrestling partners stuck around for much longer. Rarity, meanwhile, was no stranger to men backing off because they felt she was out of their leagues.

Twilight continued on her second finger. “The second group contains men who would love to get under my skirt, but largely because of the aforementioned reasons.”

“I'm afraid I don't follow,” Rarity said, frowning.

“Basically, they're all assholes,” Twilight said flatly. “They see me more as a prize than anything else, so they can brag about that one time they banged the Princess's student or whatever. I'm not so desperate as to go to them, so that leaves the last group.” She extended her third finger. “The happy medium: the guys who are both actually nice guys who are capable of seeing me as more than a sex object, and aren't too timid to give me a good time.”

“Alright,” Applejack said, “they sound alright, but what's the problem?”

“Since I moved here, I've only encountered five men who go into that third category,” she grumbled, leaning back and crossing her arms. “And not only did they all, honestly, suck, but five's just far too few for a proper rotation.”

“A what.”

“As I said, I'm not looking for a boyfriend, I'm looking for fucks. If I go to the same near-stranger for one night stands too often and too regularly, they'll start expecting more out of the relationship, so I have to schedule a rotation to avoid that.”

“Twilight,” Rarity groaned, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips, “where— how do you figure all of this?”

“Oh, I've studied extensively on the subject of finding and having one night stands.”

“Figures,” Rainbow Dash grumbled, speaking up for the first time since her question. She raised her mug and tipped it back.

“So yeah, that's the guys of Ponyille. And don't get me started on the girls.”

“PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!”

Twilight raised her hand, creating a barrier across the table protecting her and Rarity from Rainbow Dash and Applejack's combined spray of beer. Once it died down, she dispelled the barrier and shoved the napkin dispenser to their side of the table.

While the two coughed, she turned to Rarity. “You don't seem all that surprised.”

Rarity, stunned by the near-mess, was shaken back to reality by the comment. “Well, Darling,” she started, blushing, “You know me. I pay attention to how other women react around—well—attractive men, and vice versa. I certainly do notice when women are attracted to other women and men to other men as well. And, furthermore...” her blush deepened. “I've noticed the way you've look at us sometimes.”

There was a strangled choke from the other side of the table. “WHAT?”

For the first time that night, Twilight blushed. “Okay, I won't deny that I think that all you girls are really hot, but, your friendship means a lot more to me than your bodies, alright? I don't want to make any of you to feel uncomfortable about this.”

“Wait, wait,” Applejack said, shaking her hand. “You mean girls can— how does that even work?”

The other three looked at her. “You don't mean to say you've never heard of lesbians?” Rarity asked.

“Well, Ah've heard of them,” she replied, “but I never paid it much mind. I always thought they were just, you know, rumors, or some such.”

“Wow,” Twilight said, stroking her chin. “Ponyville's even worse than I thought.”

“Hey, just because the redneck thought it was a fake...” Rainbow started.

“Please, Rainbow,” Rarity sighed, “no hurtful comments you might regret.”

“'Salright,” Applejack said, dismissing Dash with a wave. “I'm just... mighty confuzzled by all this. I mean, I don't see how two girls are supposed to do anythin' without any willies...”

Rainbow and Twilight both snorted behind their hands. “'Willies'?” Twilight laughed. “I haven't heard anyone call them that since elementary.” Her giggles faded under Rarity's disapproving look. She coughed. “Anyway,” she continued, “that issue can easily be addressed with toys or magic...”

“Magic?” Rainbow perked up. “There's spells for that?”

“Hush, Dash,” Applejack told her. “The adults are talkin' here.”

“Hey!”

“Rainbow, Applejack,” Rarity said with a long-suffering look.

“As I was saying, even without toys or spells, there are plenty of ways women can pleasure each other: they can use their fingers or mouths to pleasure each other, and you just can't engage in tribadism with a guy.”

“Triba-what?” Rainbow asked.

“Scissoring,” Rarity clarified.

“Oh.”

“Well technically,” Twilight said, “the act of scissoring is only a—“

“Twilight,” Rarity wearily cut her lecture off.

“Wait, what's scissoring?” Applejack asked.

The others exchanged looks, and Rainbow raised her hands, spreading out her index and middle fingers, and mashed them together.

Applejack stared for a few seconds. “Oh,” she said. Then her face lit up in comprehension. “Oh! Well...” She took off her hat and began to fan herself with it. “That's sure something.”

“Well, now that that's cleared up,” Rarity said, looking back at Twilight. “You're having trouble with both genders here in Ponyville. In Canterlot, it was easier?”

“It was way easier,” she sighed, taking another drink. “Canterlot is big compared to Ponyville. I could just pick a bar and walk out with a suitable guy or girl in ten minutes. I didn't even have to bother with rotations because there's so many people to choose from. Even before that, it was easier. I didn't even have to leave the castle grounds—I could walk up to the Royal Guard's barracks and find some hot-blooded recruits to fuck me silly.”

“Huh.” Applejack, having replaced her hat, took another sip of beer. “What changed?”

“My brother got promoted to the Captain of the Guard.”

“Your brother's the Captain of the Royal Guard?” Rarity asked.

“You have a brother?” Rainbow piped up.

“Look, I don't feel like talking about my brother while I'm talking about my sex life, okay?” Twilight growled. “The short of it is Shiny never liked the idea of other soldiers screwing me, so as soon as he could, he put up some strict rules concerning sex, and the barracks were no longer an option. I'll admit, while getting outside the castle really helped expand my horizons, I still kind of miss the gangbangs—”

“Okay, no!” Rainbow suddenly shouted, slamming her fists on the table. “I'm not listening to another word of this bullshit!”

“Rainbow!” Rarity and Applejack both admonished her.

“Don't tell me you two actually believe a word of what she's saying!” she cried, standing up from her seat. “That Twilight, the egghead, who lives in a library, got more sex than the rest of this bar put together!”

“You're taking this rather badly,” Twilight said contemplatively, leaning back. “Don't tell me you're jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?” Rainbow half-laughed, holding he hands out. “Of being as much of a lying slut as you?”

“RAINBOW!” Rarity and Applejack yelled at her.

“I—!” She froze, only just realizing what she had just said. Twilight's calm visage had been shattered, her jaw dropping just far enough to part her lips.

Rainbow collapsed back onto her seat. “I—I'm sorry,” she said, almost whispering. “I didn't mean that. Really.”

Twilight's face was unreadable. Rainbow's gaze fell down to her own hands in her lap. Applejack and Rarity were saying something, but she wasn't paying attention. She could only think about the cruel, spiteful words she said to Twilight. She bit her lip.

Suddenly, Twilight spoke. “A lying slut, am I?” Her voice was quiet, flat, cold as ice.

The other two fell silent. Dash trembled in her seat, not daring to look away from her lap.

“Well, I don't know about slut, but I can prove to you that I'm no liar.”

Dash blinked. Did she really just say that?

She squeaked—actually squeaked—as her hands shot to her crotch. “W-What are you— EEP!”

Her gaze snapped up, meeting Twilight's purple eyes. They were half-lidded, her lips were spread in a small grin, and she had her right hand in the air, palm up, and her fingers glowing with magic. Her middle finger twitched.

Dash squeaked again as she felt another stroke against her outer lips. “Tw-Twilight....”

“Shh,” she whispered, making a zipping motion with her left hand across the air. Dash felt her mouth shut tight, smothering a new squeak that had risen up. Suddenly, the phantom touch pressed harder. She crossed her legs, removing one hand to grip the edge of the table as she lurched forwards.

“Oh mah stars,” she heard Applejack breath. “Is— Is Twilight really...?”

Dash silently writhed in place as the presence wormed against her folds, digging into her sensitive flesh. She shut her eyes. It was too good. No human touch could possibly feel as heavenly as the magic toying with her right now. It was— Oh Celestia, it felt wet now! It was like a tongue, spreading her lips as it pushed into her, climbing, climbing to—!

Suddenly, it stopped. Dash felt the pressure around her mouth release, at which point she realized she had been moaning. Her face flushed red.

“Well, Dash?” She heard Twilight ask. Her head snapped up. Twilight seemed to be looming over her, her hands clasped on the table, infuriatingly still. “Do you still think I'm a liar?”

“Wh-Why did you stop?” Rainbow asked, panting.

“Oh?” Twilight said. “You don't want me to stop? You want me to keep going?”

“Y-Yes...” she groaned, shoving a hand down her panties to rub frantically at her crotch.

“You do realize we're in public, don't you?” Twilight whispered, raising her hands. “We could get caught. Or you would, at least.”

She suddenly felt a pressure across her back, slowly rubbing her skin.

“I could just hide my hands, and no one would be the wiser. But they'd still see you, wriggling around with a hand stuffed down your own shorts.”

The phantom touched slid down and out, now stroking her sides. She shuddered, letting out another moan, before Twilight made the zipping motion and sealed her lips again.

“Do you still want it?” Twilight breathed. “Knowing that anyone could see you? Catch the great Rainbow Dash with her pants down, so to speak?”

The touch, agonizingly slowly, dragged across her skin, right up below her bra. Dash, unable to speak, nodded her head frantically. Suddenly, it shot up to her perky A-cup breasts. She made a strangled squeak as the pressure practically oozed all over her sensitive flesh, squeezing her breasts, molding them like a potter would clay. The hand between her legs moved even faster.

She cracked open her eyes, peering at the other two girls. Applejack was squirming in her seat, her beet-red face staring down as she fiddled with her empty mug. Rarity had her hand glued over her mouth, her eyes darting between her, Twilight, and the rest of the bar. Rainbow risked a look away from the table. As far as she could tell, no one else had so much as spared them a glance.

Her attention was yanked back to her own body as the phantom presence shifted, forming into rings. They started wide, covering the bases of her breasts, and slowly shrank, digging into her flesh as they moved up. When they reached her rock-hard nipples, she couldn't suppress a gasp as the touch pinched them before releasing. Free of pressure, she took a few deep breaths, before it started again. Now, the ring was just on her right breast, but as it shrank down, a new one formed on her left. The rings started alternating between her boobs, squeezing down on one just as it pinched the other's nipple. A few repetitions later, her squeals were amplified as instead of just pinching, the phantom presence felt like a a pair of lips sucking on her nipples.

Suddenly, the hand down her shorts withdrew. Her eyes snapped wide open, and she made protesting grunts as her dripping wet hand unwillingly moved up over the table. She looked up at Twilight pleadingly. The magician just smirked at her, wagging a finger at her, as Dash's hand rose up. It stopped in front of her own mouth. Her eyes widened even further as she realized Twilight's intentions. As her own musk wafted into her nose, she felt herself getting light-headed. Her lips parted, but her throaty moan was cut off as her fingers were shoved into her mouth, basking her tongue in her own sweet and salty juices. Her eyes lolled back in pleasure as she licked all around and between her fingers, sucking off every drop of her essence.

Then she jumped as something pinched her clit. She groaned around her hand as a new touch danced about her pussy, spreading her lips and stroking her folds vigorously. She collapsed onto the table as she shoved her other hand into her shorts, rubbing alongside the phantom touch. It squeezed her clit lightly, and she screwed up her eyes in pleasure.

The phantom touch transformed again, now taking the form a series of tongues. She bit into her own hand as the wet, bumpy masses flicked all over her folds, digging into her hood to mash into her clit. It was too much. The continuous stroking of her breasts, the taste of her own juices on her tongue, the tongues and her own fingers reaching into every corner of her pussy.

She reared back, squeezing her legs together and letting loose one last squeal from around her hand as her panties flooded with her juices. Eventually, the phantom presences disappeared, and her hand fell out of her mouth, letting her suck in some deep breaths.

“Holy... *gasp* crap... *gasp* Twi...” she panted, staring at the ceiling.

“Boy howdy,” Applejack muttered, fanning herself with her own hat again. “That was... sure somethin'.”

“Indeed,” Rarity said, fanning herself with a hand. Applejack passed her her hat, which she took gratefully and began using on herself. “Was that really necessary, Twilight?” she asked.

Twilight leaned back, smirking devilishly. “Firstly, no, probably not,” she said. “But it sure was fun. And secondly...”

She suddenly snapped her fingers. “Who said anything about me being done?”

Rainbow gasped as it all started up again: a presence flowed over her boobs, mashing them mercilessly while lips latched onto each of her nipples; a swarm of tongue-like masses returned to her pussy, madly licking away; there was a tug on her newly-soaked hand, and she immediately responded, shoving it into her mouth; and there was a new sensation, like broad presses sweeping all over the rest of her body, stroking her legs, her sides, her back, everywhere. She moaned blissfully, sagging back into her seat.

Then there was something else. Her eyes snapped open at the force prodding at her lower lips. She looked down, gaping. “Oh my gosh...” she breathed.

“Wait, what's goin' on?” Applejack asked, blinking at the scene before her.

Before anyone could answer, Dash squealed as the thick, throbbing warmth jabbed into her. “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh...” She collapsed onto the table, narrowly missing her half-filled mug of beer.

And then it withdrew. The rest of the sensations were still there, but with that mass, everything else felt muted. Rainbow looked up at her tormentor, pulling her hand free of her mouth. “Whhhyyyyyyy...?” she whined, writhing on the table.

Twilight leaned in, still smirking. “Because,” she answered, “I want you to beg for it.”

“What?” she whimpered.

“You heard me.”

Dash bit back on her hand, screwing her eyes shut. She couldn't take it. Even with everything else Twilight was doing to her, she felt stuck halfway to her next orgasm, and only that tantalizing hardness could get her there.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, Rainbow?”

She opened her eyes. “Please... fuck me.”

“Who do want to fuck you?” Twilight whispered back, leaning ever closer.

“You, dammit!”

Twilight shook her head, clicking disappointingly. “Do we have to start over?”

Dash whimpered in panic “No! Please! Fuck me! Please fuck me, Twilight!”

Twilight leaned back. “Good girl.”

The mass returned, and she gasped as it spread her wide open and slid into her, and slid, and kept sliding into her pussy. Dash made a croaking sound as the magic phallus nestled itself as deep in her as it could physically go without hurting her.

“Ohmygosh...” she whimpered, feeling it pulse like the genuine article. After a few seconds, it withdrew halfway, paused, and started ramming into her. She squealed again, shifting her hips as if trying to shove back against an imaginary lover.

“Am I a liar, Dash?” Twilight asked, tilting her head.

Rainbow could barely focus on her words as the massive cock in her slid back and forth across her inner walls. “N-No,” she finally managed to breath out. She shuddered as the tongues dove into her clit.

“Good,” she smiled. “Glad we cleared that up. But I won't deny the other part.”

Dash moaned as she felt every other presence stroking her breasts and the rest of her body. Along with the thrusting shaft, her second orgasm was mere seconds away.

“But if I'm a slut,” Twilight said, “what does that make you?”

The phantom shaft suddenly came to a stop within her, pressing and throbbing. That was it. Her walls latched onto the presence, milking it for its non-existent seed. She bit onto her hand again, trying her best to keep from screaming out loud as pleasure flooded every cell of her body.

After what seemed like hours, all of the magic faded once again. Rainbow let go her hand, wincing at the bite mark. As she leaned back, she blushed again: she was sweating all over, and her shorts felt like a swamp.

“Um,” she said out loud. She pushed herself out of her seat. “Excuse me.” She immediately left the table and speed-walked to the restroom signs.

Twilight sat back, glowing with satisfaction. Rarity and Applejack, meanwhile, were glued to their seats. Applejack's jaw was stuck open, and Rarity was clutching Applejack's hat over her mouth.

“Okay,” Applejack finally said. “How did we not get thrown out yet?”

“I'm curious too,” Rarity added, lowering the hat. She handed it back to Applejack, who took it wordlessly. “You two were hardly... subtle about what you were doing, and the noises Dash made...” She shuddered.

Twilight grinned. That had been a shudder of pleasure. “Just some spellwork,” she answered. “Shortly after I started, I put up a muffle barrier and a notice-me-not charm around this table. The only way anyone would've noticed us if they were specifically looking for us.”

“Oh.” Both of them relaxed slightly. “Magic sure is handy, ain't it,” Applejack smirked.

Rarity's lip twitched. “If I knew half of what you do about magic...” She shook her head.

“I could teach you if you'd like.”

“Oh, no, no,” Rarity waved her hand, her eyes wide. “That won't be necessary, Darling.”

Twilight's smirk just grew. “Hang on, Rainbow will be out any second now.”

Her fingers twitched, and a small globe of liquid suspended in magic rose from underneath the table. The two of them stared at it.

“Twilight,” Rarity asked. “Is that...?”

Rainbow Dash emerged from the hallway to the bathrooms, her face and hair still wet. She looked out across the bar to the corner table and met Twilight's eyes. Twilight, holding the globule, waved it in front of her face, grinning, and popped it into her mouth. She made a show of swishing it about inside her cheeks before swallowing.

Rainbow stood rooted in place, gaping, for several seconds, before she darted back into the bathroom.

“Honestly, Twilight, you're just tormenting her now,” Rarity sighed.

“Well,” Applejack stated. “She did have it coming, sort of.” Twilight snorted. She looked at her oddly, then face-palmed when she recognized the joke. “Land's sake, Twi,” she sighed.

Eventually, Rainbow Dash returned to the table. She didn't drink anymore for the rest of the night, and was largely silent while the other girls talked, only muttering “I'm fine” when asked if she was alright.

Later, as the four of them left the bar and Rarity and Applejack headed off to their own homes, Rainbow approached Twilight.

“Hey, Twi,” she said, hesitantly. “Um...”

“What? If you're going to apologize, there's no need. I know you didn't mean it.”

“No, I mean—“ She coughed, looking intently at a small chip of rock by her shoe. “I am sorry, but I was also wondering if... do you want to... um … come back to my place? If it's not too much trouble?” She hunched her shoulders, wincing at her words.

Twilight blinked at her. She stared at Rainbow contemplatively for a few moments. Then she smiled. “You what? I think I'd like that,” she said softly.

Rainbow's head popped up. “Really!? I mean, cool.” She turned around, paused, and held her hand back out to Twilight.

Smiling, she took it, and together, they set off into the night.

Author's Note

I can't believe I managed to write all this in like five hours over two days.

I just love the idea that despite all stereotyping to the contrary, Twilight has more sexual experience than the rest of the mane 6 put together, so I wrote a story around that idea. Dash is just the first. Soon, every mare will fall before Twilight and her compendium of sexy spells.