A Special Request: Twystron500
The Meadow *Explicit!*
“So, Twilight,” a teenage girl with pink hair, dress, and eyes started. “What about the sleepover?” She was looking at the orange sun near the horizon when she asked that question. Twilight was the person she was talking to, also female, but purple hair with a pink highlight, and purple clothes. They were sitting by a meadow, taking in the scents and the sunset. “Everything is still set in stone, Pinkie Pie. Who else should be there?” Pinkie Pie thought for a quick second, then looked back at Twilight, saying, “Just us.”
“Just us,” Twilight repeated.
The couple was sitting by the meadow, amazed by their colors. The meadow was full of beautiful red, yellow, and white flowers, the sunset reflecting off of beads of water on their petals making lights dance and slide across the friends’ faces. There was silence between the friends, until Pinkie broke it. “Twilight?” She asked her friend. Twilight looked over. “Yeah?”
“What do you think of me?” Pinkie looked at Twilight with a smile.
“Well, you’re funny, which is a good thing to be; you’re very… pretty…” Twilight blushed, the looked away to push up her glasses, then back at Pinkie. “And a lot of other things that just make you, you, Pinkie…” Pinkie’s eyes started to tear up. “Twilight… Twilight, I-” She put a finger up to Pinkie’s lips, “Don’t say it yet…”
“Twilight…” Pinkie started crying, moving over to hug Twilight and set her crying eyes on her shoulder. “Twilight…” She said through a few sobs. Twilight started crying too, and she put her head on Pinkie’s shoulder.
They both sat there crying on each other until Pinkie decided the time was right. She picked up her head and said quietly, “Twilight?” Twilight also picked up her head. “Yes, Pinkie?” Both of their eyes were still tearing. “I… I love you…” Pinkie blushed, turning cherry red. Twilight saw this coming and actually had been thinking of how she could answer this statement. To her surprise, it came faster than what she had hoped. “Wh-why do you reveal this now?” Twilight questioned her.
“I really… don’t know…” She put her head down, tears streaming down her face again, rolling onto her cheeks, and down her chin, to fall to the ground. “I thought the time was right… I’m sorry. . .”
They were both still close to each other, causing Twilight to feel Pinkie’s sadness through a vibe. Twilight sensed this and leaned over to pick up Pinkie’s head. She looked into her gleaming eyes and started getting closer. Twilight had actually not thought to do this, it just came to her, no words needed. She prefers to let her actions speak most words. She now started to lean really close to Pinkie’s lips. Her lips conformed to Pinkie’s. She started to full-on kiss her.
Twilight always had a fantasy about Pinkie, always the same one. She would be sitting at a meadow much like this one and Pinkie would just strip naked down to absolutely nothing, then just start doing Twilight’s fetish. Her very favorite thing to do, the only thing that she would enjoy more than Pinkie in her imagination as she touches herself. It’s finally coming true. She started moaning as she kissed Pinkie.
Pinkie was surprised at what Twilight did to her at the beginning, but then started to go with it, also starting to moan. She closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of Twilight’s saliva in her mouth. It was a sort of cantaloupe flavour, as cantaloupe was her favourite fruit. Twilight knows this, as this kind of gum is very rare. Twilight’s lips were soft from constant care of herself, most likely for this moment. Pinkie had always dreamed of this moment, where she finally confesses her feelings to Twilight, and she actually feels the same way. Pinkie lay a hand down on Twi’s thigh, readying for her approach to her chest.
Being touched by Pinkie had made her want her even more. Twi felt Pinkie’s warm hand on her thigh as they were kissing, now getting to the tongue parts of the kissing phase. She knew exactly what Pinkie would do next, which actually made her a bit hot. They were still kissing when Twi thought it was time to go to the next level. She started to put her tongue into Pinkie’s mouth a bit more, to keep her distracted while she began to take off her shirt.
She quickly pulls away from Pinkie’s moist lips to take off her purple shirt. She stood up, reached down, and grabbed on to the sides where her waist meets the shirt, pulled up, and revealed her white stomach, arms, and her bra-less chest. Pinkie looked up after Twi took her delectable mouth off of her lips. She saw Twi take off her shirt, watching her fluent movements as she lifted her shirt from her body. When Twi had the whole shirt off, Pinkie noticed that she was not wearing a bra underneath, just her breasts bounced from her shirt. She set it on the ground next to her.
Twilight took her hands and put them under her medium sized tits. She was holding them up so Pinkie could see them clearly. The first thing Pinkie noticed were the pure elegance of her being half-naked. They were fluent movements and seemed like it has been done before. The next thing she noticed were her hand movements under her breasts, and over her nipples. Pinkie’s eyes got wide. “Twilight,” She said, “why?” Twilight smiled and giggled, making her breasts bounce a little.
“Pinkie, I want to tell you something.” She sat next to her, keeping her arms crossed under her tits. The sunset was now almost gone, still making everything orange, but not reflecting from the petals. “I have the same deep feelings for you, Pinkie. I wanted to hold this sleepover so we could… you know.” Pinkie gasped. “I had the same idea, Twi! When you asked me who else should come over with us!” Twilight smiled and looked toward the sunset. "We have to pack up here," she told Pinkie. "Its getting dark. I'll meet you at my place<3!" Pinkie nodded and stood up quickly, her nipples on her small tits showing from under her shirt. Realizing this, she quickly covered them, hoping that Twilight didn't see. "Don't worry Pink. I know I did that to you, and there will be much more soon<3!" Twilight winked at Pinkie, bent down to pick up her shirt and strolled off west, not bothering to put her shirt back on.
