The Two Between

Twilight felt very funny.

It was like being tucked under a particularly warm and fuzzy blanket, a feeling of general contentment with the world. Hazy dreams slowly vanished under the warmth of the morning’s sun and the distant memory of the night before. The night before… when Sunset Shimmer, of all the ponies in the world, had essentially confessed her love for Twilight Sparkle and then proceeded to…

Twilight felt her mind trying to rouse itself to swift consciousness at those memories, but she just wasn’t quite as shocked at the thought as she probably should’ve been. Why was that? Maybe it was the warmth. She was so comfortable right then, it didn’t seem right to explode out of the bed in a tizzy. Besides, the fuzzy remnants of her dream were so much nicer than getting upset. The feeling of something warm and wet wrapping around her horn and teasing at it, the shivery feelings of pleasure racing down her spine.

Experimentally she cracked open one eye, wondering if she could still see the vague figure from her dream… and found it to be replaced by the slim and sleek Sunset Shimmer, straddling her middle. Her eye darted up in the faint morning light to see Sunset slowly engulf her slender horn with her lips and drag their softness up its length. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing Twilight had ever laid eyes upon… or felt, given the tingling sensation it sent coursing through her brain as soft violet sparkles spouted off the tip with a bit of magical reaction.

Sunset’s head came down, and her eyes… they were beautiful and bright and full of some unidentifiable emotion that tugged at Twilight’s heartstrings. Her lips were soft as they trailed down her forehead and then teased across Twilight’s own, almost instinctively drawing her out of her sleep haze to return the attention. The lips whispered across her cheeks and down to her neck, where they became far firmer in tasting of her coat and skin, and the faint brush of teeth gave her an electric shock of pleasure, banishing some of the sleep haze.

She wasn’t dreaming. This was oh, so deliciously real.

At first, Twilight didn’t know what to do. Then the knowledge of what to do became simple as Sunset’s lips came back to tug against hers, and she responded in kind. Pressing her tongue up against the other pony’s lips, she was rewarded with a whispering gasp and a sudden tension of Sunset’s body upon her own. Twilight felt her hoof snake out without a thought and rope around Sunset’s neck, holding her in close. The warmth of Sunset’s body was appropriate for her name, and Twilight immediately decided she liked the feel of it against her. The tension ran out of Sunset’s body as Twilight grasped it closer, and she simply gave in to the more insistent kiss Twilight was plying upon her.

The moment went on for what seemed like an eternity before Twilight finally loosened her grip, and Sunset tugged away reluctantly. Her breathing was steady and even, and her eyes bright. “Good morning, Mistress,” she whispered, savoring the words as she spoke them. Twilight felt her lips tug up in a smile, wondering why she found that word to be both nerve-wracking and pleasurable at the same time. “I’m… Did you enjoy your wake up call? Spike said it was almost time for breakfast, and I…” She hesitated over her words, and Twilight couldn’t help but stifle a small giggle at how cute she looked doing that. She must have been taking lessons from Fluttershy.

Twilight nodded once, a faint smile of her own crossing her face. “Well, it’s certainly better than an alarm clock.” She winked at Sunset, whose cheeks produced a faint blush, and she smiled brilliantly back at Twilight.

“I’m happy you approve my choice Mistress,” Sunset replied, leaning in for a brisk kiss to Twilight’s cheek. “I still have much to learn about your preferences, Mistress, but I think I could manage breakfast. What would you like?”

Twilight shook her head and grinned softly. “Uh uh. The best way to learn about something is to go to its source, and the source of my breakfast recently has been Spike.” She knew there’d be mischief in her eye, so she did her best to put on an equally sly smile. “We might be operating on different terms now, Sunset, but that doesn’t mean you get to stop studying.” Twilight grabbed her brush from the dresser, and put on her most prim voice. “So, I’m going to go shower, and you can go downstairs and learn how meals actually work around here from Spike.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Sunset said, rolling off the bed and shaking her head to clear up her mane. She would make herself more presentable only once Mistress had finished doing so. “And Spike will be willing to teach me?”

“Well, he’s never shied away from it before,” Twilight giggled softly, gently tucking the sheets to one side and tackling her messy mane with the brush as she hopped her way out of the bed. “Just go easy on him if he gets nervous with you. He’s more mature than most think, but he’s still a baby dragon.” She eyeballed the mess the rest of the room was in and resolved to have that handled as soon as she was out of the shower. It shouldn’t take very long. Though the sheets probably needed to be washed…

“I’ll go see what he’s up to then, Mistress,” Sunset trilled, “and we’ll have your breakfast ready when you come down.” She took to a light, cheery trot down the curving stairwell, eyes shut and head bobbing to a hummed tune. Twilight chuckled at that, shaking her head. Where on earth had she heard one of Pinkie Pie’s songs?

Ah well. Some hot water would certainly brighten up the morning quickly.

~~~~~~

Sunset wasn’t sure the tune was one she had heard before, changing the beat as it felt right to do so. But it was definitively upbeat, which was all that mattered in the end, as it was a match to her mood. She made her way into the kitchen, the catchy song still enthusiastically reverbing through her throat. She caught sight of Spike, and a moment later, the bitter but appetizing smell of sauteing greens. Having lived in Canterlot so long before, her sense of smell in regard to food was fairly limited to the smells of completed dishes. Of course, whatever Spike had in his pans had to be delicious judging by the smell alone, but what exactly it was Sunset could not say.

“So. Sleep well?” Spike’s tone was decidedly young, but definitely confrontational. “I mean, you two were making an awful lot of noise up there last night. Twilight doesn’t like roughhousing in the library.”

“We… there were… Books. There were books everywhere,” Sunset stuttered at first, but drew on some of her old, less than savory talents to cover for herself and Mistress. She would have to be careful about that too, come to think of it. “Princess Twilight had been doing some research late last night, and I helped her stack and organize her notes and pick the books back up.”

“Ugh! Would you stop calling her ‘princess’ all the time!” Spike fumed, jabbing rather harshly into his pan. “Nopony else does it. She’s even said she doesn’t think other ponies should yet.” There was a bright sizzle, and the dragon idly gave a toss of what looked like salt into one of the pans.

“Prin… She hasn’t said anything to me about it,” she countered. This was about breakfast, not an unhappy juvenile dragon. And Sunset privately doubted she would be able to win the battle with Spike as of yet. He still had issues with her coming to stay at the library, and it would no doubt be some time before that fact settled in an accepting portion of his mind. But until that time, Sunset would need to be on her best behavior with the dragon if they were to form a healthy friendship. And Mistress Twilight would be pleased with her too if she could master patience as a virtue of interacting with friends. She had said Sunset was to continue her studies after all. “But she is hungry,” Sunset said, leaning curiously over Spike’s shoulder to more clearly see inside the pan. “So how can I help?”

“By getting your face back,” Spike growled, swatting at her nose with a spoon.

“I’ll set the table then,” Sunset answered through her teeth, rubbing her nose.

“Yeah, you do that,” the dragon mumbled, choosing to be preoccupied with his cooking. Sunset nodded, shaking her head to clear it of the brief shock of the spoon whacking before reaching for the cupboard doors with her magic. The dishes within were quite the opposite of what she had been expecting. It seemed Mistress had no distinct set of plates or bowls or any utensils. They were all a mismatched collection of things from around Equestria: functional, but with a hint of artistic variety.

It made the job of setting up breakfast bowls and plates that much more interesting for Sunset, as she got to admire each beautiful piece before placing it on the small table. The mugs were last to come, and just as with the other dishes, there was no set. But neither was there a random amount. Nine simple mugs rested in the cupboard, and they were all quite clearly personal items Mistress had hoof-made for her friends.

There was Mistress’ own mug, which was amusing to Sunset: a simplified drawing of Princess Celestia decorating it with the words ‘Best Princess’ beneath. Spike’s was also easily found, encrusted with no small amount of sparkling gems. She supposed the remaining seven were for Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Mistress’ other friends. She was about to close the cabinet and ask Spike what she could drink from, when Mistress herself came into the kitchen.

“Good morning, everypony!” Twilight chirruped, her mane now back to it’s luxuriant normal state, and a newspaper tucked under her foreleg. Her eyes scanned the table as Sunset laid out her and Spike’s mug, then tsked. “Did you not see yours, Sunset?”

“Mine?” Sunset queried with a genuine confusion.

“She was probably too distracted looking at yours, Twilight,” Spike called, his tone nothing short of derogatory.

Twilight arched an eyebrow at Spike before opening up the cabinet and peering inside for a moment. A shuffling and scraping sound punctuated her next words. “Here it is.” Her voice was brusque, and her eyes narrowed. “Behind the plates.” The mug soared out from the cabinet, made of bright yellow ceramic with a beautifully detailed version of her cutie mark on the side. Twilight laid the mug on the table gently, then marched over to the stove with a very cross look on her face.

Certainly she was seeing things. Was Mistress about to reprimand Spike? Surely not. It made no sense. Sure, he hadn’t exactly been welcoming when she’d entered the kitchen, but Sunset understood. And now Mistress was going to stand up for her? She must have truly found something in Sunset to love last night.

“Oh, Spiiiike…” Mistress’ voice was a sing-songing warning shot to anypony with a brain to hear it, but either Spike was simply too mad at Sunset to notice or he didn’t realize what was going on. His head turned to regard Mistress Twilight, and in a split second she had grabbed his ear with a bit of telekinesis and was pulling firmly up on it. “Now, remind me Spike. Did we, or did we not have the discussion about being polite to guests in our home?” Her tone was nothing but sweet reason, but the look on her face was quite put out.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Spike initially squawked, then when the tug on his ear lessened, added, “Geez, what’s up with you this morning? Sunset take your side of the bed?”

Mistress’ cheeks colored for only a moment before her voice took on a much more firm tone. “That’s neither here nor there, mister. Since you’ve clearly forgotten your basic manners, perhaps I ought to ask Princess Luna to come and instruct you in them... again.” Spike’s eyes went wide at that, and Mistress’ smile curved up deviously, “Since you seem to think hitting our guests, speaking to them impolitely, and abusing my trust in you is an appropriate reaction when you don’t like somepony.”

“But… but… Sunset Shimmer’s not worth me havin - ”

“Oh, I think she’s perfectly worth you spending some time with Princess Luna,” Twilight pushed, silencing him mid-word with a more firm grip on his ear. “Now, get your act together, or I will send the letter right now. And Spike, she’s trying, so you could at least help by not provoking an angry reaction.” She turned to Sunset, letting go of Spikes ear as she said, “And I’m proud of you for not egging him on. Now, go help get the plates filled so I can read the morning paper.”

“Yes, M… Ma’am,” Sunset began, stopped herself, and transitioned in mid-sentence. Ma’am was a respectful word to be sure, but it just didn’t quite capture how Sunset felt. She needed to ask Mistress if addressing her properly around Spike was okay with her. Still, it felt good to just do a normal chore. As Princess Celestia’s student, the servants in the castle had done most of the small work for her, and when she had been in the other world… she had been a different mare. To bask in the accomplishment of completing even the simplest of tasks was a refreshing change of pace. And the fact that she had done it for Mistress Twilight made the feeling all the more fulfilling.

She had all of the dishes placed and ready well before breakfast was finished, but she held back from returning to the small kitchen. If Spike and Mistress were having a discussion, it was likely about her, and she didn’t think it was a good idea to interrupt. Besides, being present would only bring out more tension regardless of whether or not Spike and Mistress were speaking, and strife was the one thing she was trying to avoid.

So instead, she sat in her place, admiring with a flutter of joy the mug Mistress had made for her. Just for her. For being a good filly. She clutched it to her chest and a little sigh of contentment escaped her lungs. Yes, if her life was to be this, she would never have any desire to go back through the mirror…. or anywhere else for that matter.

The smell of rich, warm oatmeal wafted into the room ahead of the faintly glowing vessel that Twilight carried with her magic. “Soup’s on everypony!” Twilight cheerfully proclaimed, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. A pitcher of crystal clear water followed behind her and both vessels settled gently on the table. “Spike, quit moping,” Twilight snapped, but there was a tolerant sort of amusement in her voice.

Spike came through the door looking distinctly hangdog, carrying several other serving vessels stacked precariously in his claws. One by one, Twilight transferred these to the table, revealing sauteed collard greens tossed with mushrooms, freshly made pancakes drizzled with butter, and a pile of crunchy looking homefries. Throw in some bacon, and it was a breakfast that wouldn’t have disgraced a table back in the human world. Oddly enough, in spite of the fact that she knew what bacon was really made from, Sunset couldn’t help but privately admit she’d miss it.

Spike gave off a heaving sigh, and Twilight gave him a sharp look before he clambered up onto a chair to put himself at eye level with Sunset. He dug his foot into the wood of the chair a little, looking down and away before giving off another childlike sigh and looking back up. “I’m sorry I was a real jerk, Sunset. Twilight’s right. Everypony deserves a second chance.” He coughed and looked away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks in a way she simply could not understand. Didn’t dragons have scales? Maybe his were still thin… “After all, I’ve uh… done some really dumb stuff myself sometimes.”

“He wrecked half of Ponyville during a greed binge,” Twilight supplied cheerfully, her smile widening just a touch. “We shook him out of it, but it’s always good to remind him that nopony is perfect.” She nudged his shoulder with her own, and gave the little dragon a motherly nuzzle. “We love him just the same.”

“Just half of Ponyville?” Sunset playfully scoffed, eyeing Spike’s confused turnabout. “That’s nothing. When I was little and practicing my magic, I loved working with plants, and one of my attraction spells got out of control…” She giggled. In hindsight, even though she had been in tears at the time, it was a performance she wouldn’t ever forget. “It grew and grew just to chase my professors around Canterlot. Took most of the sidewalk and storefronts with it. Princess Celestia ended up having to set it on fire sooooo… Yeah, we all have our moments of dumb.”

Spike stared at her in awe, then looked at Twilight and said in a remarkably mature voice, “Please, Twilight. Promise me you two aren’t going to team up on experiments. Our cleaning bills are already insane.” He plopped his dragon butt down, producing a big metal shaker and liberally sprinkling his oatmeal with…. were those rubies?

Twilight giggled softly, but the look she gave Sunset in that moment was very speculative. “Anyway… I’ve got some errands to run today, and Rainbow Dash wanted me to come over to Fluttershy’s place for some reason, though she wouldn’t say why. I don’t suppose you’d like to join me, Sunset?” She helped herself to a little bit of everything at the breakfast table, humming happily as she did so. “I’m sure that if there’s a problem, I could use your help.”

“I’d do anything to help,” Sunset piped up. “I don’t do much around the library as it stands, so if being a companion is all…” She did her best to layer on the hint of last night, smiling with eyes just beginning to lid. Spike was present after all, and she couldn’t give too much away without Mistress’ permission. “I’m surprised though that Rainbow Dash wouldn’t say why,” Sunset continued, enjoying the flutter of Mistress’ eyes. She had remembered. And Sunset was quite sure it was a blissful memory. “She’s not really the secretive type… well, not from the other world… but they’re a little alike…” She trailed off.

No matter how many similarities there were between the human world and Equestria, there always seemed to be just as many differences, and Sunset had yet to get a handle on all of the nuances. Rarity was certainly much more… of a wise pony. But in this, she was fairly certain it was odd for Rainbow Dash to hide things from her friends, especially if she intended to tell them later anyway.

The meal proceeded quietly from then on, with Spike eating and departing with a mutter about dusting the shelves only a few minutes later. It would probably be some time before he was truly at ease with her, but at least he seemed willing to give her a chance now. Mistress Twilight herself appeared lost in some form of thought, and Sunset took this time to study her. With nopony else around to see, Mistress let down some of her mask of control and assurance. There was a quiet uncertainty to her, but also a great deal of stubborn resolve. She was a lot like Celestia in that, and it pained Sunset to think of Mistress Twilight undergoing so many of the same tribulations as the princess did. Maybe there were ways she could help after all.

Breakfast wrapped up fairly quickly, and Mistress Twilight took only a few moments to cover the dishes with leftover food before gathering up the dirty ones. “I’m going to go grab my bags as soon as I’ve got these soaking, Sunset. Why don’t you go get ready and meet me at the door?” Mistress’ smile was bright, but there was a definite air of needing a few moments to herself. It was a feeling Sunset was all too familiar with.

She made her way back up to her room, her stomach warm with the fresh food. She passed Spike coming the opposite way, and while he wore a scowl, he did nod to her. Well, she’d take what she could get on that front. Her door swung open with barely a hint of her magic, and she entered a room looking as though it had been caught right in the middle of an explosion. Some of her things were put away, others were strewn about, and still more were haphazardly thrown into places not meant for them. She was tempted to at least work out a list of things to fix before they left, but Mistress would be sorely disappointed if she made them late for a meeting with friends.

Instead, she rummaged through her drawers, pulling out her saddlebags and stuffing them with the usual things. Quills in this pocket, extra parchment in that one, and Mistress’ gift of Mr. Smarty Pants for good measure. But as she was moving about, she could not help but notice some of her lacy lingerie half falling out of its chest. At first, she became determined to impress and satisfy Mistress in them that night, but a more pertinent thought came to mind at the sight of the sensuous attire. She reached out with her magic, pulling the chests out and searching through them for the one article she wanted.

As she went, she folded and properly replaced her collection (the black sheer ones were an enticing option) until locating the singular collar Rarity had initially given to her. A quick application of magic later, and she had it firmly strapped about her neck. After all, ponies needed to see her Mistress as she was. Saddlebags ready and collar in place, Sunset traipsed down the steps, greeting Mistress at the door.

“It’s a bit… formal, but…” Sunset said, hoping Mistress would not be cross with her.

Mistress’ eyes had only widened a touch at the sight of the collar, but she shook her head and smiled. It was, perhaps, the most beautiful smile Sunset had seen so far. “I promised you I wouldn’t chicken out, Sunset.” She turned and flicked her tail at Sunset with a slow, coy smile. “You know, maybe we ought to stop by Rarity’s place on the way home and see if she can’t make up something a little more casual for day-to-day wear, hm? Or if she knows where we can get something like that.”

Sunset truly had no words. Mistress… Mistress not only hadn’t balked at the sight of the collar, she was suggesting Sunset wear one at all times. She liked it. “I’m happy you approve, Mistress. Is there any particular color you would like me to wear?”

Twilight swung open the door, and she grinned with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. “I’ve always been partial to purple, actually.”

~~~~~~

Twilight couldn’t believe what she was doing right now. It was as though the past day had been a whirlwind of emotions and lusts breaking through barriers she hadn’t even known existed. There was, of course, a logical explanation for all of this. Sunset was really, really attractive like this, and the rush of pleasure she kept getting at Sunset’s deference to her was a heady draught indeed. She might have been worried about how much she had enjoyed the thoughts of Sunset under her total power… if it wasn’t for the fact that Sunset herself seemed incredibly gung-ho about it all.

So enthusiastic that she’d put on a piece of that beautiful blue outfit that she’d discovered in Sunset’s room, an act which had immediately conjured up images of the unicorn in the full regalia and marching through Ponyville like a prize pet. Actually, I probably should be careful about that thought. Sunset might just try to take me up on it! The blue was stunningly fetching against Sunset’s coat, and it caught the eye with its glittering silk patterns. And there she was, walking side by side with Twilight through Ponyville, and obviously struggling not to snuggle herself up against Twilight’s side.

Twilight could feel her cheeks burning a little, wondering who in town would understand the significance… and who would make assumptions anyway. The fact that Twilight had never taken a lover before in her life, resolving herself to elaborate fantasies and the occasional racy novel was likely not helping her right now. It was one thing to dream about the things one might do with a lover… it was another entirely to have done those things, and now realize the thoughts were cluttering up her mind whenever she saw Sunset slowly sway that tight, sexy flank of hers, so tempting a target for-

Twilight instantly shut that thought down before she started to stare, coughing once to grab control of herself and resolving to strike up ANY kind of conversation. “Um… So, have you gotten to know anypony else in town, besides our friends? This place is full of strange characters.” That was both the absolute truth and the biggest stretch for a conversation she’d ever engaged in.

“I’ve… done my best, Mistress,” Sunset replied, and Twilight almost ducked behind a bush at being addressed like that in public. But this was for Sunset, and in a way, she found the obviousness less producing of guilt than not mentioning it all. Never mind that there was a unique, latent kind of thrill that surged through her whenever Sunset said it. “The Cake family Pinkie Pie works for are nice to me, but everypony else seems to be putting on a veneer. Do they not know that I want to stay, Mistress? Am I not doing something right? I’d like to get to know that filly Cloudchaser better, but nopony seems to want to talk.”

Twilight pondered that question for a moment, wondering who might have been giving her the cold shoulder. “Well, Ponyville’s been through a lot in the past few years. Um…” She hated using non-words like that and bit at her lip for a moment in thought. Then, inspiration struck her. “Oh! I bet I know what’s wrong.” She felt a grin cross her face, hoping she could imbue some confidence in Sunset through it. “Did you see a little candy shop, just next to Sofas and Quills? That’s Bon-Bon’s place. She and her marefriend Lyra are really nice ponies, and they know everypony in town. Tell them I sent you because you’re having a hard time fitting in, and they’ll introduce you around, so they know you’re not another Trixie.”

“Marefriend? Ooooh! That makes that pretty clear then!” Sunset crowed, leaning her head back and accentuating the collar. “I knew ponies didn’t sit that close together unless they were into each other! Have you ever seen them in the park, Mistress? It’s almost sickeningly adorable.” Sunset was gleefully cantering now, as though she had within her knowledge things fit only for the most informed of ponies. “But… why does Lyra sit like that?”

“No one really knows, actually,” Twilight confessed, only to be interrupted a moment later by a flurry of grey feathers and a fuzzy pegasus body nearly colliding with her own. Only instinct and long experience with the mare in question prevented things from getting too out of hoof, as she quickly caught then straightened up Ponyville’s famous mailmare with a smart application of magic. “Ack! Ditzy, are you okay?!” Twilight exclaimed, nearly tumbling backward anyway.

Ditzy’s bright golden gaze came up from her odd position in midair, and she waved with all of the boundless cheer she always had. “Good morning, Miss Twilight! Spike said you would be going this way, and I wanted to ask you if you’d gotten that new book of practice magic for Dinky yet?” Her mismatched eyes swiveled over to Sunset, and she produced another vigorous and happy wave. “And good morning to you Miss Shimmer! That’s ah-” Ditzy’s eyes widened for a moment and darted back and forth between Twilight and Sunset for a few dizzying seconds before her hooves flew to her mouth. “Ohmigosh! Oh, it’s so adorably cute!”

In that moment, Twilight could have sworn hearts formed in Ditzy’s eyes. And then… “Wait, you understand?” Twilight found herself asking in a hushed, amazed voice. “Um… that is to say about…” She gestured helplessly at the collar. In response to the hoof waved in her direction, Sunset leaned down in deference, though she still kept her eyes on Ditzy.

Ditzy giggled brightly. “Of course, silly! Ohmigoodness, I won’t bother you for right now then! I’ll come by later tonight, after my shift. Have fun!” And she was gone in a flurry of grey feathers into the sky, spiralling off into the distance.

“I like her,” Sunset stated matter-of-factly. “Where does she live, Mistress? Do I have your permission to visit Ditzy?”

“Ah… certainly.” Twilight felt more than a little dazed. Ditzy Doo? Of all ponies in town? She decided it was best to consider that bit of insanity later on. “Um… I think she lives with Carrot Top, and…” She shook her head to clear it, a little slow to recover. “You know what? Lets get to Fluttershy’s place.”

“But… but, Mistress,” Sunset called after her as Twilight quickened her already brisk pace. “I don’t know where Carrot Top lives!”

~~~~~~

Sunset had grown up in Canterlot. Among other things probably more important, it meant she had never been raised anywhere near the wilderness. And consequently she disliked anything to do with the wild this or nature that. Fluttershy was an enjoyable pony to be around: sweet, caring, and kind. But to ever visit her at her home was something she would have done for nopony except Mistress. And as it so happened…

Well, there was nothing for it. She would thoroughly wash her hooves when she got back to the library (after washing Mistress Twilight’s own hooves of course). And anyway, Rainbow Dash was always a good pony to have a friendly chat with. Sure she embellished stories, but she did so in quite the entertaining way, unlike most pegasi Sunset had heard before.

As they approached the cottage’s single branching pathway to the main road, Sunset jumped ahead of Mistress. While Sunset was present, Mistress wouldn’t have to lift a hoof even to knock. A stray thought crossed her mind as she ascended the first of Fluttershy’s sets of mine-stairs: were Rainbow Dash and Flutters a young couple like she and Mistress? They knew more than Sunset and Mistress, but Fluttershy had never worn a collar, nor had Rainbow Dash ever really ordered her to do anything. Perhaps as Rainbow and Mistress were talking, she would ask Fluttershy. It would be fitting in a way; sticking to their proper stations.

Sunset allowed Mistress to join her at the door, and was about to knock when…

FWAP!

Sunset jumped in her skin and briefly checked her hoof. No, she hadn’t knocked, never mind the fact it hadn’t sounded like wood being hit.

FWAP!

Again this time, and now Mistress was looking confused. Sunset would have joined her expression, had she not caught the gentle, suppressed moan through the wood. Sunset thought she knew what it was, but her curiosity pushed aside her common sense just as easily as her hoof tentatively pushed in on Fluttershy’s door.

FWAP!

The sound came again, louder this time, and in nervous excitement, Sunset’s hoof threw open the door with a slam. And what lay before her induced a blush so deep she swore her ears had probably melted into her mane. Fluttershy was lying on her rug, forelegs tied behind her back, mouth gagged, a tight red blindfold over her eyes, and moaning deeply and lustfully into the floor. Rainbow Dash stood behind her, both forehooves stroking Flutteshy’s flanks with sensuous restraint. It was captivating, entrancing. Sunset could neither look away nor bring herself to make her and Mistress’ presence known. The way Dash stood over Fluttershy, pashing her hooves against yellow flank, Sunset could almost feel Mistress’ hooves gliding over her, kisses planted here and there. She shivered at the thought and became aware of rivulets of arousal forming around her opening.

“Geeze, Shy,” Rainbow Dash’s voice softly teased, as Sunset noticed the thick and simple wooden paddle lying not far from Fluttershy’s flank. “You’ve gotten even more sensitive than you were back in school.” Her hoof trailed up Fluttershy’s reddened flank, and the faintest of moans drifted out from behind the bright red bridle gag around Fluttershy’s muzzle. “Hm. Louder,” Dash cooed, and smacked Fluttershy’s flank so hard the slap echoed off the cottage walls.

Fluttershy’s moan mixed in the air with another sound - a squeak from behind Sunset that was followed by a creeping hoof encircling her body from behind. Mistress Twilight’s hoof that was moving oh-so-deliciously toward… Rainbow Dash’s head turned around suddenly, and a silence fell over the room. Sunset’s tongue darted out to her lips as the only neutral action she could take. Dash’s eyes traveled with agonizing slowness between Twilight and Sunset, and back again. As if Sunset needed reminding how close Mistress’ hoof was… and she hoped she wasn’t dripping on Fluttershy’s entry way.

Dash looked back at Fluttershy’s body, still writhing slowly on the floor blissfully unaware of what was going on around her, and with burning red cheeks finally spoke into the silence. “Um. You’re early, Twi.”