Five Dances in Dreamland

"Come on, let's ditch her."

Whispers. Twilight turned to Rainbow Dash. "Huh?"

Rainbow Dash leaned forward from the rock they hid behind. "C'mon, she's been bugging me all day."

"And just leave her here?"

"It's cool; not like she's alone—everyone else is still nearby. And she's still got the other kids to hang out with."

Twilight gazed over the green mountain landscape. "Where would we go—?"

"Look, just down the hill here. Come on!" Dash stuck her blue popsicle in her mouth and grabbed Twilight's hand to pull her up. Then they fled, breaking out in a stumbling run, heads down, down the grassy hillside afternoon.

A girl called searching somewhere far behind them—"Rainbow Dash!?"

A whirling blue hurricane ravaged about Twilight—her pink dress flopped about—before her flew Rainbow Dash down the hill, pulling her arm tight, flying in her bouncing fabric through the wind, sporting a white, sleeveless jersey and long blue gym shorts. The bulges of her bare shoulders and her firm ass bounced in her run.

Twilight and Rainbow Dash stumbled as they fell upon level ground at the bottom of the hill—Dash let go of her—Twilight's arms flew out to keep her balance as she stopped herself. Her hands fell to her knees and she bent over to catch her breath.

"You all good back there?"

Twilight looked up—Dash stood some feet ahead of her, one hand on her hip, the other holding her popsicle in her mouth—"Uh, yeah," she panted, "I'm good." She dropped her head back down.

"You don't do much running, do ya?"

Twilight looked back up and smiled—"Can you tell?"

Dash chuckled and motioned over behind her—"Well, come on! We can chill in here!" She walked on ahead to some sort of building behind her.

Wooden. A cabin? Yes, the cabin they rented. But blurry; Twilight couldn't make it out. She looked behind her. The green wall of grassy hill down which they escaped, it towered like an ocean wave there, battered by the summer wind. Up upon its crest, hidden beyond sight: the people she knew. Her people. People. Too many people. They the sheath-bearing women of her kind, yins, other halves of the wholes that would not fit her—only fit to be washed away. She looked up at the sky: full of blinding white mountains of cloud; and in the far distance, drew near the grey anvils of thunder.

And somewhere, beyond the clouds, the sky, beyond a thousand realities, in a drawer, sat a letter for her from the man who would fit her.

Twilight dusted her dress off, pulled herself up, and followed Rainbow Dash inside. They were inside. Inside was enormous. Twilight still couldn't make anything out. No, books. Bookshelves, circling the walls—stories tall—a universe of books—all dull, coated with an ancient greyscale. Her library, surely. And their cabin. You're in a real place, but it doesn't look anything like it does in real life. An odd feeling.

A giant couch, the size of a bed, sat in the middle of the room. Rainbow Dash started past Twilight, jogged over and hopped onto the couch, plopped on her back, and kicked her tennis shoes off, then pulled off her socks and tossed them aside. So this is where it would happen—where Dash would show her the things she wanted to do to her—where Dash would terrify her with the things boys do to girls—and Twilight'd but to wait.

The report! Twilight turned and made a way for the bookshelf ladder. Yes, forgotten about it all this time. Stars, supernovae, space, galaxies. And Princess Celestia—needed to get it to her soon. She climbed her way up the ladder to search the shelves. Recalling her notes: "Type I supernovae: white dwarf stars in binary systems accrete matter from their companion stars, resulting in core collapse and an enormous explosion." Yes, that was it.

A dim star dying—

With a companion it burns

Brighter than the sun.

A silly thought. I've been reading about this stuff for too long. She found the book she needed.

Slap! A flat hand on her ass—"Hey!"—she jerked her head over her right—her left—Rainbow Dash stood on a ladder next to her.

"Whatcha got there, Twilight?" She looked over, sucking on her popsicle— "Oh, that stuff again. Well," Dash reached up to grab a book of her own, "I'm just gonna grab this one, then." She strained to wave it before Twilight. "You interested?" A coffee-table-sized book.

Twilight furrowed her brow—"Dash, no." She reached over to yank the book away, but Dash's grip—"Okay, fine, whatever." Twilight let go. Their ladders both rocked back and forth on their wheels.

Rainbow Dash put her hand on the bookshelf and pushed against it, moving her ladder back and forth. She chuckled. She leaned her big book against the books on the shelf, then grabbed and gave herself a push on the shelf and went rolling away on her ladder away from Twilight—along the wall around the round room.

Twilight watched her roll along to the opposite end of the room, then turned back to the shelf—she cracked open the cover of Dash's book, flipped to a random page and peeked inside: a dark-skinned woman squeezing her naked breasts together, a man's dick slapped on her cheek, her mouth wide open, face covered all in sticky white cum. She shut the book.

The rolling sound coming closer and PUSH—Twilight squealed—almost falling—Dash had made it around the circle and sent Twilight rolling around the bookcase room—no slowing down—

"My bad, Twilight!" Dash pushed herself off the shelf again—chased after her.

Twilight could but cling on to the wood rails and squat down on the wood step of the ladder, to hang on in the bending wind flying about her—the shelves whizzed by past her head—a band of colored stripes of book spines—a flashing, incandescent neon multicolored flipbook.

The wheels hit something—the ladder jumped—she yelped—her grip lost—body free fell—gravityless—

into Rainbow Dash's arms. She there stood on the floor, somehow, right where she needed to be, arm under Twilight. The spotlight lit them.

Applause!

Twilight's body hung back in her arms. She looked up into Dash's rosey eyes.

Rainbow Dash smiled. She took the clean popsicle from her mouth and tossed it aside like the socks. Chuckled. "You were pretty cool out there, huh Twi?"

Twilight laughed. "What? C-c'mon, Rainbow Dash...." She tried to turn her head away. "Thanks, though. You were really cool, too...." She looked back up at her. She gazed down back at her, smile faded. Her head bent down over Twilight. Twilight's lids fell shut and began to purse her lips. Then—over her pink dress cloth—a hand—crept up her—up her stomach—cupped over her breast. Twilight gasped. Eyes still shut, she turned her head to one side. The hand squeezed and pulled at her little mound. Dash stepped over to face Twilight; her hand slid off the breast and around under her back; she moved in and mashed her face into Twilight's and munched on her mouth.

Rainbow Dash pulled away—"Mm, yeah, I've been wanting to have some fun with this cute little bod of yours...." She pressed her face back in. Her other arm slid down her back, past her waist; squeezed a heap of ass. Twilight let out a muffled yelp into Dash's face. Her eyes shot open. Her arms still dangled by her side. She struggled to reach for the groping hand, but Dash grabbed hold of Twilight's arm, pulled her body upright, raised it over her shoulder. Twilight let her eyes close again, raised her other arm over Dash's shoulder, locked her hands together behind her neck. Her dress was gone now; she stood in her barebrown skin, in only a pink bra and panties. Both of Rainbow Dash's arms fell back again over Twilight's ass. Fingertouch—cold. The bare skin prickled. Dash grabbed up the flabby bowls of flesh, clenched her cheeks; she tucked in her fingers in under the deep folds; she squeeeezed; the flesh poured out from between her fingers. She pulled a hand away, spread her palm out, slapped Twilight's ass—WHAP!—Twilight squealed; her butt jiggled, Dash's hand still flat on her round cheek, olive upon chestnut.

Twilight pulled her head away, eyes shut—"Rainbow Dash—" The arms pulled out from behind Twilight, up to her shoulders, and nudged her backwards, to fall sitting onto the bed. She'd opened her eyes; she looked up at Rainbow Dash—standing on her knees over her.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Twilight...!" Rainbow Dash in one voice, her normal voice, her dashing Dashy raspy voice. "Just seeing you sitting there...." She started pulling off her white jersey—she wore nothing underneath, she bore her brown mounded nippled flat chest out broad. She spun the jersey around and tossed it aside like the socks. Beckoned for Twilight. Twilight stared for a second; then she pushed herself up from the bed and crawled across the covers to Rainbow Dash. She pushed herself up onto her knees, looked up into the magenta eyes. Then wrapped her arms around her—around her body, behind her head—kissed her face. She pressed her body into hers; a lump pressed back into her—pay no mind, Twilight. She pulled her arm back around, drag-rubbed it down over the tanned rolling skin—her rocky hill chest. She buried her face in it. Wet beads of sweat stuck and stunk on it. Air and blood breathed underneath. Air breathed out through Dash's nose, in an excited wind storm metronome—blood breathed in through Dash's heart, in lusty thund'ring minuet beats. Twilight kissed her heart, drank her sweat. She pulled her face and hands down over her chest, over, and flicked her nipples, over her tight belly; her hands wrapped around over the waist of her blue shorts to squeeze her ass cheeks, dragged her face down and pressed it, into the hard bulge in her shorts. Twilight pulled back, looked at it, then up at her. Dash's face was red. She gave a smile. Chuckled. "Yeah, this is where things might get a bit weird, Twilight...."

Twilight let go of Dash's ass and pulled away; she watched. Dash grabbed the waist of her shorts; she pulled it down over her hips; caught it on her bulge, revealed more of her hips, her ass behind her, then pulled harder—until POP—the dick slipped out of her shorts, bobbed up and down, hitting her belly and legs—whap, whap, whap. It hung halfway to her knees before it swung back up to meet Twilight's eyes, just a few inches from her nose. Thick, redish and bluey veins throbbed through it, blood beating it alive—blood hydraulics. Dash dragged her shorts further down. Underneath, big balls bounced about her thighs, heavy in their sweaty skin bag. She dragged her shorts past her knees and stepped out of them, tossing them aside like her socks. Twilight looked back to the meaty dick before her. She stared. The little hole gaped and closed as Rainbow Dash breathed, and made her little pink head swell and shrink for her. Swole; shrunk. Twilight stared. She looked back up to her face. Dash smirked. "So, whadda ya think?"

Twilight looked back down at the thing. "...Bu—wh—wh—how...?"

"You're not exactly surprised, are you?"

Twilight shook her head.

"You like it, don't you?"

Twilight looked up at her and nodded.

"Then c'mon and show me, girl." She rustled Twilight's purple hair head as they both looked back down. Twilight reached a hand up to touch it. It really was huge. She brought down her fingers and placed them atop it—hot—it burned with warmth. Her hand wrapped its fingers around the girth, over the throbbing veins. She clasped the whole thing. Her hand barely wrapped all the way around. She squeeeezed, with her one hand the hard spongy meat. Rainbow Dash hummed "mmmm" from up above. Twilight relaxed her grip and let it breathe again. She pulled away the leather skin towards her face, over the big squishy pink head; it darkened as it clumped up; the head turned bright red; she pulled it back, let it stretch back to where it was; the head relaxed back to pink. Gave it another squeeze. She brought her face towards it. Breathed. That steamy, jocky locker room smell. She pulled away, then brought up her other hand, clasped it with her other around Dash's dick. They both easily fit on that length. She pulled both her hands forward; the skin pulled over her head, Dash's body rocked forward, her balls swung forward, nudged Twilight's hand. Twilight let go with that hand, brought it down and cupped her balls; they weighed in her hand; she played with them, joggled them and squeezed them. Her fingers nudged down behind them—they found the folds of two womanly lips hidden away. Then prodded at them.

Dash jumped. "Ooh yeah, turn around." Twilight loosened her grip, let go; she pulled herself away to look up at Rainbow Dash, who was motioning for her to turn around. "That's enough about me for now." Twilight stood on her knees and turned around for her. Dash leaned a hand on her back, and Twilight understood to bend over. "I wanna find out all about you, now." She sat down on her knees and grabbed hold of Twilight's big hips. She slapped her ass—Twilight gasped—held in the breath air. Dash dropped her head on Twilight's butt—"mmmm"—she rubbed the other big, round cheek in circles with her hand flat. Twilight let out the air in a moan—"Ooaannh...." Dash pulled her head away; she grabbed the pink frills of Twilight's panties, tugged them away from her hips, then yanked them over her thighs and down to her knees. The cool air rushed in to meet Twilight's naked skin. She shivered. She felt her moist pussy exposed to the open air. The wet cooled. Rainbow Dash took the panties from her legs and threw them aside like the socks. Twilight felt from the bed Dash sitting back to stare.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Twilight...." Rainbow Dash in a second voice, her quiet voice, her hissy wispy icy voice. Twilight stretched her head around back to see Dash sitting naked, stroking herself with a loose hand, staring the ass in front of her. Then she brought her head back around again and fell down onto the bed with her butt still in the air. She let the big thing sway side to side, feeling the blue air on her round. She heard Dash's hand slapping as it fapped faster—she made her.

"Shit," the bed shifted again, "I don't think I can take it anymore," as Dash walked over to Twilight on her knees. Twilight's head fell into the blankets and shivered. Her form shook. She gasped—a burning hot brushed against her pink raw. It pressed—a round prodding thing. She gasped—cold breathing hands pressed down on her cheeky rounds. Dash leaned her arms onto Twilight's butt and pressed in. Skin strrretched, and squeeezed, slid in slimy synthesis; she shoved slow, through sparkling saliva, and she supped it soft, until

POP—the head slipped its spongy ridge all the way inside. She fell leaned over Twilight's naked back. Dash groaned and pushed her dick in further, it squeezed its way, and Twilight swallowed it all and let out a blue moan. It touched, and kissed the end of that pink throat. Her head, buried in pillows of blankets and sheets, turned to one side, her face half-covered stared into blurry nothing, mouth hung open round; and in her head she felt behind her, behind her gale of hair, her storm-bowed back, there, between her legs, those fatty shapes, in a sticky liquid tissue embrace, pink flesh interwoven, breathing in phase, raw and electric: that polymerization.

Rainbow Dash sat up, grabbed in her hands the fatty flesh of those hips. She began to pull out. The geometry of the flesh changed, naked animal organs sliding out over each other. She pulled her pink head to the rim, just corking her hole. She slammed back in. SLAP! Her hips rammed against Twilight's ass, and Twilight yelped. Dash pulled out and thrusted again, and Twilight gasped. Dash did it again. And she did it again. Again, then, until she began to beat out a squishy wet rhythm with the two of them, pitter-patter, and beats sent, amidst wind shivers, lightning jolts through nerve skeletons in her body, shocked her nipple tips, her lips, her fingertips, toes.

Twilight lay buried in the bed, bouncing, letting herself be battered, and her body be broken by the grunting, howling wind behind her. Letting herself become a thing. No more a person; a thing. What boys do to girls. Her face bore into the blankets. Her pussy squeezed itself tight, in slow rhythm, choking on its meat. Almost there. She groaned.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Twilight!" Rainbow Dash in a third voice, her loud voice, her thrashing rampant shouting voice. "Shit—I'm gonna cum—!" She fucked her faster—"Oh, fuck—!" She slammed herself the whole way into Twilight's pussy, she bore her fingers into Twilight's ass cheeks, her cock throbbed there, swallowed inside that tight, her head flared, exploded, and gushing out inside, a torrent, hot burning juice that filled Twilight's insides, they stretched, and Twilight felt the thick liquid leak out, drool down her pussy lips.

The stallion collapsed on her back with a bounce, leaving her mare to sit wet and alone.

Twilight Sparkle turned her head around. Rainbow Dash lied spread out on the bed, eyes closed, smiling. Her dick hung drooling, flopped over to one side, her balls hung loose in their sack. Pink pussy lips peeked from behind. And Twilight's loins ached as she sat there, hungry. Tossed aside like the socks.

And Twilight Sparkle remembered herself. Stranded naked, amidst heaving waves of blankets and pillows, in her boat, floating alone in that dreamland deluge.

Twilight rolled over onto her butt and sat up. Dash still lay there with her loose leaking dick and an arm over her eyes, spent. Then the mattress bounced, and Twilight rolled herself forward onto all fours, crawled forward on her hands and knees to Rainbow Dash, between those sprawled-out legs. She reached a shaking hand out, looked at Dash again. Eyes still covered. Twilight looked down again, to that near-flaccid penis, thereto looking, reached her shaking hand out closer. It stopped. Again she reached that shaking hand closer. Brush-touched.

Rainbow Dash grunted; her whole body jumped, her arm flying away from her closed eyes. Twilight jumped after her. Then tightened her grip. She brought her face closer; then, all at once, the heat, the sweaty musk, the salty taste, all came to her, caressed her in a white vapor. A soft smack, and Twilight opened her lips. Brought them upon the flesh. Dash jumped again. Twilight slid her lips further down the slimy head. She closed her eyes and hummed. The vapor was inside her now; she was breathing it. Dash moaned, her pitch climbing higher and higher, to a soft whimper. Twilight made her whimper. She brought her fingers upon Dash's belly, tickled them out over her hips, and back into her thighs, the keys of an instrument, and listening to the sweet sounds that she brought forth.

She ready, couldn't take anymore, and lifted herself up unto her feet, straddled herself over Rainbow Dash's body. She lowered her hips lower. She positioned herself. Her pussy lips brushed against Rainbow Dash. She fit herself again over the head of that sticky gooey cock, then she pussshed down, SLAMMED herself down, and felt again that hot fusion magic flood through her. Dash threw her colored head back and cried out. Twilight smiled. That hot load of cum still filled her inside, gluing them together for sure this time. She brought her body up again, and SLAP—dropped herself back down on Dash's rock hard cock, feeling her ass jiggle behind her. She bounced herself on her again—she grunted—then again—and she brought forth the rhythm.

"Oh...! Fuck yeah, Twilight...!" Rainbow Dash in a fourth voice, her little voice, her fragile trembl'ing boyish voice. Four voices of raw horny pleasure. Twilight opened her eyes and turned them down upon the little formling she so ravaged, face buried in a heap of colorful hair. She heard the girl's four voices in her head—raspy, icy, thrashing, trembl'ing. None alone satisfied her to hear. They were only colors.

The thing inside Twilight was gone. She found herself now bouncing on Rainbow Dash's bare pussy. She opened her eyes and looked down. Dash's eyes were open, and she smirked up at her. Behind her, Twilight felt that leg of muscle start to rise; she turned to see Dash had lifted it for her, and she grabbed it by the ankle, lifting it up higher as she wove her own leg under it and fit their sweaty thighs together, pressed pursed pussies together. Twilight turned back to Rainbow Dash—she still smirking. "Ready when you are, Twilight."

Twilight smiled down at her; she squeezed the ankle in her hand and shoved her hips forward into Rainbow Dash; pushed her back; their pussies rubbed wet over each other. Dash gasped. She chuckled. Shoved back; pushed Twilight back. Their raw lips rubbed again. Twilight let out a whine. Pushed back again. Back—and forth again. They pushed pussies into each other, and they both gasped, then moaned together, smiling. The storm: wet pitter-patter rain, wind shivers, lightning jolts. They bounced, they squeezed their muscles in tight counterpoint, strumming each other, beating out thunder and rain in slaps and sweat and grunts and drooling liquids.

Dash moaned with each fuck, in four voices entering and leaving, in every color of her person—the truest voices Twilight had heard from her. Then, voice escaped from Twilight Sparkle's lips: "Oh yeah, Rainbow Dash...!" She started grinding her hips faster over Dash's pussy—Dash pushed her hips harder forward into Twilight's—then Twilight threw her head back and shut her eyes—her legs clamped shut around Rainbow Dash—her whole body went taut—she held it and felt it—let go—then jerked again—Rainbow Dash shook all over in Twilight's vice—thrust her hips—grunting—Twilight screamed—Rainbow shouted—and they both felt between them, like bare palms held up to the sky, the sparkling rain.

They heaved sigh and sigh again, the two in unison, like a tired wind. Twilight's body collapsed into Rainbow's flat chest. The lovers rolled over on the bed onto their sides and their faces stared into each other. Twilight sighed. She smiled. Dash smiled back. Chuckled. "That was pretty awesome, huh?" Twilight nodded. "I guess you didn't like how I was jammin' with ya back there."

Twilight too chuckled. "That's not it." She looked down and touched a chestnut finger to Rainbow's olive chest. "I thought I'd just change the chords up a bit." Dash chuckled again. The two kissed. That letter in that drawer from that boy—now was washed away. The other girls were still outside somewhere. Perhaps indeed—yes—maybe—a good fit. Men, women: either certainly a good fit for her. Not the black and white of her beloved night—but the washing colors of a wonderful bow in the sky: the promise that Twilight said in her heart, the promise that she never again would wish ill upon her friends.

Twilight looked into Rainbow Dash's eyes and smiled. "We should probably be heading back now."

...

And dressed again, the two walked out out to the open outside to meet the sunny air. A world of cloudless, ethereal blue sat upon a solid, living mountain of green. The air but brushed everything that breathed it in a slow rocking wind: the storm was passed.

A bright blue disk flew high through the air. It hung against in the everblue of the sky, black against the sun, then whirled to the earth and crashed into the grassy hillside before them—a frisbee. A dark-skinned girl was sliding and stumbling her way down the hill after it. She had a messy tousle of magenta hair and wore an over-sized orange T-shirt and shorts.

Rainbow Dash groaned. "Oh man, she found us...."

Scootaloo found flat ground and waved. "Hey, Rainbow Dash!" She started running over to Twilight and Rainbow Dash.

Twilight glanced over at Rainbow, who had her hands on her hips, looking away at the sky. Twilight turned back to the girl running towards them, and waved with a smile. "How's it going, Scootaloo?"

"Hey, Twilight!"

Twilight reached down to pick up the frisbee. Scootaloo made it over to them and crashed into Rainbow Dash with a big hug, stuffing and nuzzling her face between her tiny boobs. "I've been looking all over for you, Rainbow Dash!"

Twilight giggled. Rainbow Dash looked over to her with a grimace on her face. Twilight nodded at her. Dash looked down at Scootaloo and rustled her little head of hair. "Hey, kid...what's up?"

"Nothing much! I've been asking everybody if they wanna play frisbee with me, but no one does!"

Twilight put her hands on her knees at looked down at her. "Aw, well that's too bad!"

Scoots pulled her face out of Dash's shorts. "It's okay. 'Cause now I found you, Rainbow Dash!"

Dash tried to push Scootaloo away. "Yeah, uh..."

Scootaloo jumped back—"Oh! Check out how fast I can do laps around this rock!" She darted off and started running around the giant boulder sitting near them.

Twilight looked at Rainbow Dash with a smile. She walked over and handed her the blue frisbee. "Come on, Dashie." She leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and took the frisbee in hand. She turned and called out—"C'mon, Scoots! We can go play back up there where you can show off!" Twilight watched as Scootaloo cheered and the two hiked their way back up the hill, into the sunny afternoon moonlight.