The Power of Suggestion

The kitchen timer went off on the bedside table.

“Oh! That’s my cue.” Twilight extricated herself from Rainbow’s body. “I’ve got an appointment with the two of us an hour ago. I’ll see you when I get back.”

After one final kiss, Twilight’s horn flashed, and she slipped through the flow of time.

Rainbow was left lying on the bed, alone.

Now, it was Rainbow’s turn to smile.

"Silly egghead," she said into the empty bedroom. "All that work, all those sneaky tactics, just to get me in bed? How dumb does she think I am?" She chuckled. "I'll just let her think she's some kind of mastermind, and that she tricked me into it. For now, anyway."

She stretched her legs and wings out. "Doesn't she know she could've just asked?"

Her mind replayed the events of the night, and she almost had another orgasm just from the memory of it.

"Meh," she said. "I think it was more fun this way."