A Unique College Experience

“So, how goes guinea pig duty?” Rainbow asked, tossing a hacky sack from hand to hand for amusement as she and Twilight walked together across the courtyard.

“Not bad at all,” Twilight smiled, her eyes turned in the direction of the dorm building that was her eventual destination. “Pinkie’s got all her lines down pat, so we just do a couple scene readings a night for drill.” Twilight giggled as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Not that I mind too much. The big climax ends in a kiss.”

“Nice!” Rainbow cheered, offering a high five. “Totally worth it.”

Twilight’s smile dimmed a little after returning the gesture. “Of course I’m going to miss her while she’s gone on her field trip next week.”

“Oh, yeah. That sucks.” Rainbow stuffed the hacky sack in a pocket and rested a comforting hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “But it won’t be for long, right?”

“Yeah, she’ll only be gone for a few days.” Twilight chuckled softly. “You know, sometimes I can’t believe it’s only been a month since I met Pinkie. And the rest of you girls, of course.”

“Heh, first love is like that. Totally sappy.” Rainbow shook her head and laughed for a moment before her eyes lit up. “Oh, hey. I almost forgot to tell you something awesome, Twi!”

Twilight halted for a moment as Rainbow stopped and craned her neck in all directions. She blushed a little as her friend grabbed her hand, pulling her off the sidewalk and into one of many small alcoves decorating the walls of the adjacent building. Twilight fidgeted a little, shooting glances at the students walking past as Rainbow leaned in close. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a hand cup her ear conspiratorially and Rainbow’s voice whispering.

“If you want some company while Pinkie’s gone, I think I’ve just about convinced AJ to let me invite you over for a night.” Rainbow’s raspy whisper tickled her ear, causing Twilight to squirm a little again.

“That would be fun,” Twilight responded, cupping Rainbow’s ear as well to keep their conference completely private. “It would make me feel a little less guilty about the thing in the locker room. But how’d you manage it if she’s so traditional like you said?”

“Hey, I can be pretty persuasive,” Rainbow chucked into her ear before her voice dropped low again. “But honestly, I think it’s mostly because you’re you.”

“W-what do you mean?”

This time it was Rainbow’s turn to blush. “Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, but it sorta has to do with Princess Twilight.” Rainbow paused for a moment, watching Twilight’s expression twist uncomfortably. “We only knew her for a couple days, but we’ve all got this kinda bond with her that’s hard to describe.”

Twilight blinked, arching an eyebrow as Rainbow explained haltingly.

“I know—we know that you’re not her. I mean, you look like her and sometimes you act a little like her, but even though you’re totally a different person, you still kinda feel like her.” Rainbow waved her free hand ineffectively in the air. “I dunno how to really describe it. But, instead of just a couple days, we’ve gotten to know you for almost a month.” Rainbow’s free hand reached out to gently grip Twilight’s. “So, it kinda started out the same, but that bond thing feels like way stronger with you now.

“I dunno for sure about the rest of the girls, but I know I’ve got the hots for you, especially after… y’know.” Rainbow’s blush deepened, but she coupled it with a confident smirk. “No firm guarantees yet, but maybe you saw AJ checking you out at our last card game. I think she’s in the same boat. And I’m pretty sure I’ve caught everyone else sneaking looks at you too, even Rarity.” Rainbow waggled her eyebrows. “Sometimes I don’t think she’s quite as straight as she claims to be.”

“Wow. That’s—wow—that’s a lot to take in.” Twilight’s face flushed like a ripe tomato, her body and mind suddenly much more aware of her proximity to Rainbow Dash. “I know Pinkie had a crush on her, but I didn’t know the rest of you felt the same.”

Rainbow squeezed her hand. “Like I said, I dunno for sure about the other girls. We’ve all got this friendshippy kinda bond with her, and with you too. Me, personally, I’m with Pinkie—you’re prime girlfriend material. But I gotta think about AJ—I’ve already got her and I don’t wanna mess that up.”

As Twilight gazed into Rainbow’s raspberry eyes, images of all their other friends swam through her imagination. For a moment, Applejack stood out in stark relief, the farm girl’s neutral face slowly warming up into a sultry smile in her mind’s eye, until Twilight’s inner vision shifted toward Pinkie, and she suddenly recalled what she’d heard of her girlfriend’s past with Rainbow and AJ.

“Hey, do you think you can you do me a favor?” Twilight whispered, consciously shifting her focus in an effort to calm herself down. She could already feel her body starting to heat up, despite the cool weather.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Pinkie’s pretty excited that I might get the chance to play with you and AJ, but I think she might be a little bit jealous too.” Without really thinking about it, Twilight brushed her lips against Rainbow’s cheek. “I know it might be tough, but if you can talk AJ into that threesome with me, would you see if you can’t get the same for Pinkie? I know it would mean a lot to her.”

Rainbow’s face lit up with a huge grin, and she brushed Twilight’s bangs with her fingertips. “Totally. Now that Pinkie’s finally got a steady girlfriend, AJ’s a lot less likely to be jealous. Especially if she’s already banged you.” Rainbow copied Twilight’s action, not quite kissing her on the cheek before she pulled back with one last smirk. Leading Twilight behind her, Rainbow stepped back out on to the path and resumed their march toward the music hall.

Twilight followed along, automatically keeping pace with Rainbow, but not really seeing the path ahead. Her mind was lost in a daydream, imagining Rainbow slowly peeling off Applejack’s clothing while she and Pinkie cuddled and watched. The thought that she didn’t actually know what Applejack looked like naked was just distracting enough to keep her libido cool, but it also kept her attention focused well away from the world outside.

“Whoa, Twi! Watch out!”

Twilight barely had time to register Rainbow’s voice before she found herself tipping over backwards. However, instead of crashing to the pavement, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and arrested her fall. A lump formed in her throat as she found herself staring into a barely familiar pair of blue eyes. Flash flashed her an exceedingly cheesy grin.

“We’ve got to stop bumping into each other like this.”

Twilight’s heart thumped in her chest as she stared into Flash Sentry’s eyes. Just as with her last encounter with the handsome young man, she found her body reacting quite favorably toward him. Most especially a pleasant, albeit dangerous, warmth flooding her groin.

Thoughts of Pinkie, AJ, and Rainbow were all but banished from her mind as she began to imagine herself slowly stripping Flash of his clothing and running her hands over his strong, muscled body, working her way closer and closer to the prize he kept inside his boxers. As Twilight stared in fascination at him, Flash’s sparkling eyes gazed back at her and a blush slowly crept across her cheeks.

“Dude, Flash. You really gotta work on those pickup lines.” With a gentle hand on his shoulder, Rainbow Dash popped the tense moment like a soap bubble.

A small blush lit Flash’s cheeks at Rainbow’s words. “It’s not a pickup line. It’s an in-joke between us. Right, Twilight?” His cheesy grin returned, but started to melt as Twilight just stared, unsure how to respond.

“Yeah, about that,” Rainbow broke in, pressing a palm to her forehead. “This isn’t Princess Twilight, she’s still in Equestria. This is Twilight Sparkle from our world.” Rainbow slipped an arm around Twilight’s shoulder, giving her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Aaaaand I hate to disappoint you, dude, but Pinkie snatched her up first.”

Flash and Twilight stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, Flash’s confident manner completely shattered, and Twilight looking humbly apologetic. The thick silence was broken by Rainbow’s watch beeping, the shrill announcement signalling the top of the hour. “Aw jeez. I’m late for practice.” Rainbow craned her neck several times between her watch and the music building nearby before turning her gaze on Twilight. “I hate to have to run off. You got things in hand, Twi?”

Twilight gave her a smile before wrapping an arm around Rainbow’s waist. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for setting things straight with Flash for me.” She gave Rainbow a squeeze while discreetly letting her fingers slip under the hem of her shirt to brush against Rainbow’s bare skin.

Rainbow flashed a grin back at her before tearing away toward the music building at a speed that would make most track athletes jealous.

Twilight watched her go for a moment before turning back toward Flash, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “So, um,” she began awkwardly, “thanks for catching me, and sorry for running into you again.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Flash’s lips began to curve back into his confident smile, even as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about the—I mean, I wondered about the glasses and the hairdo, but I had no idea.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Twilight waved her hand dismissively, though her face still contorted into a slight grimace. “I’m still getting used to the idea that there was another me running around with all my new friends.

The two of them nodded at each other awkwardly for a moment, eyes darting around as another silence descended upon them.

Flash coughed. “So, you’re dating Pinkie. That’s—that’s a surprise. The, um, the other—I mean Princess Twilight seemed to have a bit of a crush on me.” He watched as Twilight flinched a little at the mention of her other self. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Immersion therapy can sometimes be beneficial.” Twilight shook her head. “I don’t know about her, but I—I’m bisexual. Well, I mean, I haven’t really explored any other potential stimuli, so the label might be too limited, but I do know for sure that I like both women and men.” Color began to rise to her cheeks once more as she rambled on. “That’s, um—to be honest, that’s kind of why I ran away from you before.”

Flash turned to look at her more directly, his head tilted a little to the side and eyebrows raised. “Oh?” was all he could say.

Twilight took another deep, calming breath. When it didn’t work as well as she would have liked, she followed it with one more. “See, Pinkie told me about you and Princess Twilight, and said that I might run into you. I just didn’t expect it would happen so literally. And she described your appearance in general terms so that I’d recognize you, but when I did actually get a good look at you, I—um—well as cliche as it sounds, I liked what I saw.” Twilight gave a little shrug and an apologetic grin.

“Really?!” Flash’s voice cracked a little as the question burst out, and he coughed again to cover the slip. “So that’s cool. But, uh, I guess I’m out of luck since you’re already taken.” He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the spikes and letting them spring back into place as his eyes darted to the side.

“Maybe not…” Twilight crossed her legs, still standing on her right while she dug the toe of her left shoe into the pathway. “It’s still kinda new to me, and I’m not sure quite how it works, but Pinkie and I sorta have an open relationship in theory,” Twilight muttered with all the conviction she could muster, deliberately not looking at Flash. “And she practically insisted that I at least give you a shot, so uhm, I wouldn’t mind, y’know, hanging out or something sometime and getting to know you.”

“G-great!” Flash nearly squeaked before getting his voice under control again and giving his hair a much more confident stroke of his hand. “That’d be pretty rockin’. Uh, short notice, but got anything going on this weekend?”

Twilight blushed again, sneaking a glance at Flash from under her bangs. “Pinkie and I are going out Sunday night, but we don’t have anything planned Saturday. I don’t have too much homework to get through this week, so I should have time.”

“Saturday night would be perfect!” Flash grinned a bit too widely before his suave look returned. “There aren’t any good movies showing, so how about we just go out to dinner at Canterlot Gardens?”

Twilight gasped. “They’re the envy of every restaurant in Manehattan! Are you sure you can afford it, let alone getting reservations there on such short notice?”

Flash gave his hair another sweep and put on what had to be at least a million dollar smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve got connections. Pick you up at eight in front of your dorm? Which building is it?”

Twilight blushed and bounced a little on her heels, giggling nervously as the details of her upcoming date began to settle in her brain. “F-Fillydelphia H-Hall,” she managed to squeak out as either her head started a slow spin, or the campus itself did. She and Pinkie could only really afford a night out at the Saddlebrook Cafe; a respectable place as far as casual dining went, but it was no five-star restaurant.

“Cool, I’ll see you then.”

Twilight watched as her arm returned Flash’s wave as they parted ways. The ground began to move beneath her feet, though she wasn’t entirely sure she had feet at the moment.

First Rainbow, then Flash, between them she felt like she was walking—or floating, it was still hard to tell—home in the thickest fog instead of the bright, sunny day everyone else seemed to be enjoying.

Rainbow herself and her offer were really no problem, Pinkie had already made her stance on their mutual friends quite clear. With Flash however, Twilight had no idea if their ‘open relationship’ extended as far as accepting a date that would likely be at least five times as extravagant as their own nights out. And to make matters worse, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answer, whatever it happened to be.

Twilight felt eyes watching her from up and down the block as the valet handed her out of Flash’s sports car.

Pinkie had insisted they enlist Rarity’s help once she heard where Twilight’s date was to take place, and Rarity did not disappoint, though she had squealed quite a lot. Twilight was outfitted in a sleek, knee-length dress in a deep, almost-black purple with matching heels. Borrowed silver jewelry and a flowing hair style instead of her usual tight bun completed her look. The whole ensemble seemed to make her the envy of every woman in sight along the street.

Fitting the dress had caused a slight conundrum since Rarity wasn’t yet aware of her anatomical oddity, and the moment seemed inopportune for such a revelation. Thus, much to Rarity’s chagrin, it was Pinkie who helped Twilight in the dressing booth and reported any adjustments that needed to be made.

Twilight tried not to be too slack jawed, taking in the sophisticated atmosphere of the restaurant while Flash secured their reservation. The low ambient lighting and arrangement of greenery let each table be its own secluded island while a live ensemble on a raised stage area projected ambient music evenly throughout the restaurant. Twilight was surprised to see that the pretty, dark grey haired cello player looked to be about her own age.

Before she could get too caught up in admiring the performer, the maître d' seated them in a cozy corner, leaving them to peruse the menu while their drinks were fetched. Twilight browsed the selections with only half a mind while the rest of her attention drifted back to Pinkie.

Twilight had been quite nervous, but resolved in confiding her plans for the evening to her girlfriend. True to her nature, Pinkie had been bubbly and enthusiastic, helping Twilight into her dress, doing her hair and makeup, and most importantly—so she said—making sure Twilight’s penis was calm and tucked away neatly. The former involving a spirited combination of Pinkie’s mouth and cleavage, while the latter involved a roll of medical tape and a trick Pinkie said she learned from a friend she’d scoped out as a candidate for dealing with Twilight’s virginity.

Despite appearances, Twilight’s sharp eye had noticed Pinkie’s hair looking a little less bouncy than normal, and even though she didn’t have a huge amount of experience, Pinkie’s blowjob had almost seemed desperate, like it was the last taste she’d get. Twilight firmly resolved to start setting some money aside, perhaps even asking if her parents would lend her some, in order to treat Pinkie to the same sort of night out that she was experiencing now.

Once their drinks arrived and their meal was ordered, Twilight found herself facing Flash Sentry over a nervous silence. She fidgeted a little, unsure what to do. Even though her friends all evidently had some level of attraction toward her, they were never awkward around her, apart from Fluttershy, but that was usual for her.

On the way over, Flash had chattered a bit about the restaurant and his connection to some DJ through which he got the reservation. By contrast, now that they were seated without any distractions, Flash seemed to be just as nervous as Twilight herself was, and neither of them appeared able to start up a conversation.

“So, uh… How did you and Pinkie hook up?” Flash finally broke the tension.

Twilight very nearly choked on her drink. On one level, it made sense. Since she was already attached, it seemed polite—at least to her—that he expressed some interest in her existing relationship. Unfortunately, the details about that particular event were going to need some creative adjustments.

“Well, believe it or not, it was only a couple hours after I first met her.” Twilight felt her cheeks heat up as she confessed just how fast her love life had blossomed into being. Her mind wandered over the cherished memories of her first sexual encounter, searching for details that might prove useful. “Right after I came back from a shower and started to get dressed, Pinkie got this silly idea to compare clothes, especially underwear. And well, two half-naked, single, bisexual girls posing for each other, the ending practically writes itself.”

Twilight couldn’t help giggling as Flash’s face turned red, inwardly proud of herself for finding a legitimate sounding half-truth. Unfortunately, the slight motion made her aware that her little trip down memory lane was straining Pinkie’s carefully applied tape.

“Heh. I guess I can’t blame Pinkie for snatching you up so quick. Sounds like it was pretty inevitable.” Flash let out an almost forced chuckle, quickly ducking behind his drink glass.

For a crazy moment, Twilight considered offering up her virginity to Flash as quickly as she’d fallen in with Pinkie. She knew about as much about the handsome, if slightly awkward, young man as she had with her now girlfriend—practically nothing save for the good word of a trustworthy authority, but he was pretty adorable.

Before she could muster the courage, however, her mad rush was slowed by the waiter arriving with their food. As they tucked in, Twilight’s rational brain began to reassert itself and decided that perhaps she should at least strike up a little conversation before making any rash moves. The memory of an hour long walk, chatting with Pinkie while she hung on her arm, came bubbling back to the surface, bringing a smile along with it.

“So, do you know Rainbow very well?” Twilight asked between bites—their table had gone silent again as soon as the distraction of food had arrived.

“Yeah, sorta. I mean we both play guitar, so we’ve gotten into some shredding contests before.” Flash demonstrated a little air guitar before picking up his silverware again. “Crowd always seems to pick her, but she’s put in lots of time and effort to get good, so I can’t really complain.”

The conversation dropped off again for a moment, but Twilight was determined now to pick things back up. “What are you studying, apart from the music stuff?”

“Oh, I’ve always been kind of a history buff, so I’ve been taking history classes, anthropology, that sort of thing. Some day, I’d really like to discover something old, like centuries old, that no one has seen before and be the one to show it to the world.”

Twilight smiled. Their conversation might have been slow to get going, but talk of academics was definitely something she could keep running. Through dinner and dessert, they talked back and forth about their scholastic pursuits, trading stories of nightmarish teachers and gruelling assignments.

Flash turned out to have a good head on his shoulders, despite his usual laid back appearance. Even her slice of Baked Alaska couldn’t stop Twilight’s heart from melting.

“I had a really great time tonight.” Twilight smiled across the gap between the front seats of Flash’s car. They were only a minute away from pulling up in front of Fillydelphia Hall and Twilight was still wrestling internally about what to do when they arrived.

On the one hand, her attraction to Flash had gone well beyond the mere physical and she wished to nurture that relationship without relying on suddenly making it physical. On the other hand, finding someone else to pop her cherry in the meantime almost seemed like cheating, Pinkie’s viewpoints aside.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me take you out. And thank Pinkie for me too.” Flash grinned back as he pulled into parking lot and stopped. He started to lean across, but stopped when Twilight pulled away. “Sorry. Guess I should have asked. Goodnight kiss not cool?”

“It’s… complicated,” Twilight sighed and turned to stare at her feet for a moment. Either way, she needed to inform him about her body first, probably visually. If he didn’t run, there wasn’t much point in wasting the opportunity.

Twilight’s resolve hardened. “Flash, you remember how I said Pinkie and I hooked up?”

Flash nodded, a slight blush staining his face once again.

“I know I kept it kinda vague, but I’m sure you guessed that Pinkie and I ended up in bed.” Twilight’s face mirrored Flash’s as both of them turned into tomatoes, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed herself onward. “I—well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but that was the first time I’d ever had sex.”

Twilight turned to face Flash, catching his eye, even as she shook slightly with the effort of putting forward her proposal. “I hadn’t done it with a guy before, still haven’t. I haven’t even let Pinkie stick her fingers in me yet.”

“That’s… that’s—wow. Are you telling me this for why I think you’re telling me this?”

“I want to give my virginity to a guy. I don’t know why exactly, it’s just something I want to do.” Twilight nodded, not breaking eye contact with Flash as she explained. “Pinkie’s been helping me find the right kind of guy, for more reasons than you might think.”

Twilight sighed. “I like you, Flash. Especially after tonight. I’d like you to be my first, if you’re willing.” She held up a hand as Flash’s eyes lit up with excitement. “But I have to be honest with you. There’s something important you have to know about me first.”

“I don’t understand. What is it?”

“It’s something I have to show you, or you won’t believe me. But not here. I’ll show you up in my room, if you want. If you decide to leave after that, no hard feelings.”

In the distance, the university clock tower struck nine. A cold feeling suddenly gripped Twilight’s heart. Her friends had vouched for Flash and he seemed like a nice guy, but all of Pinkie’s precautions about finding a guy who actually liked penises started flooding back. Society still tended to instill guys with an unconscious fear of coming into contact with male anatomy other than their own. Even her brother, despite their closeness, was a bit squeamish about it, though he hid it well. And he’d never so much as seen her penis, as far as she knew. If Flash took it the wrong way, things could go very, very wrong.

Twilight took her phone out of her purse while Flash sat silent. Holding the screen away from his view, she sent a quick text to Rainbow Dash and hoped.

Twilight would have preferred asking Pinkie, but she would still be busy with her final rehearsal for another hour. Her phone buzzed.

“Checking up on something?”

Twilight nearly dropped her phone, hearing Flash’s voice suddenly. “Uh, yeah. I was just seeing if Pinkie was still at rehearsals.” She hated having to lie more blatantly this time, but it wasn’t much different than the way she went through life in middle school. “It might have made things easier if Pinkie was here. And I’m sure you wouldn’t have complained about having two girls, right?” Twilight chuckled, though it was a little forced.

“I guess I’ll just have to suffer.” Flash laughed a bit as well. “Uh, I suppose I can’t really decide what to do about this important thing of yours unless I know what it is, so sure. Let’s go to your room.”

Flash parked his car properly and walked Twilight into the dorm building and upstairs, his arm linked with hers. Twilight’s knees quivered a little on the way up, but Flash’s presence still felt nice and seeing the tip of a head of rainbow-colored hair sticking out of the janitor’s closet just down the hall from her room made her feel enormously more calm.

Twilight led Flash into her room, giving him a brief tour of the contents of hers and Pinkie’s living space; her collection of books, tidy workspace, and cute trinkets. She sat Flash down on her own, little-used bed and ducked behind the door of her closet to change out of her dress. After a moment’s thought, she slipped on her bathrobe and discarded her underwear as well.

Carefully, so as not to make any obvious noises, she removed the tape Pinkie had used to tuck back her penis. She gave a small, happy sigh as it hung free once again, no longer uncomfortably bound. She closed and tied her robe. Grabbing her phone, she messaged Rainbow to be ready to listen and barge in if necessary, and stepped into view of an eager, but slightly nervous looking Flash.

“So,” Twilight murmured feeling a veritable mob of butterflies invading her stomach. “So, this is what you should know about me before we do anything. You—you might even have regretted kissing me after this. That’s why I stopped you downstairs.”

As much as Twilight wanted to close her eyes, she forced herself to watch Flash as she opened her robe. “I have a penis.”

Flash’s jaw dropped. “You’re a guy? Or trans or what?” Flash’s expression twisted in confusion. “But you made it sound like you were talking about not letting Pinkie finger your pussy earlier.”

“I did, I was!” Twilight shook her hands frantically, then lifted one foot onto her desk chair and held her penis up and out of the way. “I have a vagina too. I’m intersex.

“I’m a woman, mostly. This is real,” Twilight drew a finger across her labia. “Trust me, I have to deal with periods. These are real too.” Twilight cupped her breasts, pulling gently upward on her nipples to let them bounce. “I just have some male parts on top of that.”

“Huh.” Flash sat rigidly on the bed, staring at Twilight’s body. “This is a lot to take in. I don’t even know what to think right now.”

“You’re not running away. Is that a good sign?” Twilight let her bathrobe fall closed and sat down at her desk chair, facing Flash.

“I guess so, maybe? I’m more confused than anything.” Flash shook his head, as if the simple act would restore a world where he was getting lucky with a cute girl without complications. “Do you think Princess Twilight is the same way?”

Twilight pursed her lips. “I—I don’t know. I kinda hope not. I mean, maybe it’s easier to deal with where she’s from, but it’s made my life complicated.” Twilight gave in and buried her face in her hands. If she had been honest with herself, she should have predicted this, or worse. But she’d indulged in foolish optimism instead.

“I bet.”

For a minute or two the room plunged into silence. Even in her distraught state, Twilight listened for the sound of sudden movement, but heard none.

Flash gave a little cough. “Well, I’m not quite sure about… down there. But I don’t think I would regret kissing you, at least.”

Twilight raised her head up to see Flash patting the bed next to him. Tentatively, she got up and sat down by him, sighing softly as his arm slipped around her shoulders. She leaned against him for a moment, then turned her head to read his expression.

The first kiss seemed to happen in slow motion, or perhaps they were both still hesitant. Flash and Twilight leaned together slowly until their lips met, the angle causing Flash’s nose to knock Twilight’s glasses askew. They chuckled together as they pulled back, Twilight fixing her glasses.

As they leaned in for another kiss, Twilight felt Flash’s free hand brush against her arm. He tensed a little as she moved, but his kiss returned stronger when he found his hand suddenly inside her bathrobe, mere millimeters from her naked breast. Twilight moaned softly as he tickled her nipple and cupped her, his hand neatly covering the whole thing.

“That’s definitely real,” Flash grinned, giving her tit a soft squeeze.

“They’re not very big. I went through puberty kinda late.” Twilight said as Flash bent down toward her chest. She let out a moan, feeling his lips close over her nipple and gently suck and lick at it. She squirmed a little at the attention, feeling herself growing wet, but accordingly also feeling her penis start to swell and rise.

She didn’t think anything of the hand on her thigh—too caught up in the pleasant ministration of her chest—until Flash’s fingers gripped her tightly, almost painfully, and she realized her penis was poking his arm.

“S-sorry. I can’t really help it. Everything all kinda works at once.” Twilight’s eyes started to mist over behind her glasses.

“N-no, it’s alright. Just startled me is all.” His arm shifted, dragging her stiff shaft along with it for a moment before the contact broke. “Does that mean you’re getting wet too?”

Twilight nodded, spreading her legs a little. “You can touch me if you want to, just… just please don’t go past your first knuckle yet.”

Flash’s hand slowly slid from her bathrobe onto bare thigh. She shivered pleasantly at his touch and turned her head to kiss his neck. The attention seemed to help; his hand moved a little less timidly and she felt his fingers brush over her labia.

A little moan escaped her lips as he ran a finger up and down her slit, finally dipping inward just enough to probe her entrance and feel the buildup of her slick sexual fluid.

“That feels pretty real,” he said softly, his finger spreading her slick juice along her slit as he continued to gently caress her.

“Yeah. All real, all functional.” Twilight let out a sigh and cupped a breast, enjoying his continued touch. “Um, you will have to wear protection if we get that far. I trust you to be clean if you say you are, but I most likely can get pregnant and I can’t take birth control. My male parts seem to interfere with it.”

“I’m cool with that.” Flash’s finger trailed up her slit to the very top where her vagina fused into the base of her penis. His touch rested on the little patch of skin at the intersection. His voice took on a rather confused tone. “You don’t have a clit?”

Twilight chuckled in spite of herself. “Strictly speaking, no. If you loosen up the definition, you might say that I have one, but it’s about six inches long.”

Flash laughed softly, then shifted a little on the bed. “I bet you’re glad not to be wearing pants, then.”

Twilight blinked, then her gaze shifted to Flash’s groin. He had pitched a sizable tent in his black slacks. She bit her lip and rested a hand over his bulge, her fingers feeling him up as best she could through the fabric. His soft moan was pleasing to her ears, despite his increased fidgeting. She hoped it was merely due to his confinement, and she was suddenly reminded of her own penis straining against the tape during dinner.

“Um, I know you’re probably still making up your mind, but maybe I can help get you in the mood.”

Flash just looked at her curiously.

Twilight sighed. “I’m really bad at this. Pinkie knows how to just go for it, but I don’t.”

Her eyes fell to the floor until Flash’s hand cupped her cheek. “It’s cool. We’re both kinda nervous, so we’re even. What’s your idea?”

Twilight smiled and she couldn’t help blurting out: “Felatio!” She grinned sheepishly. “Er, I mean I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I’d like to try. And I kinda have the advantage that I know what it feels like to get one. That way you’d at least get something out of it, even if that’s as far as we get, right?”

Flash chuckled and leaned back against the bed. “Can’t really argue with that.”

He grinned as Twilight slid off the bed and stood in front of him. His gaze stayed low as she unbuckled, unzipped, and removed his pants and Twilight couldn’t be sure if he was watching her hands or the hard penis that was still sticking out of the front of her bathrobe or both.

His expression seemed locked until she knelt down, hiding her lower body behind the bed as she brought her eyes and mouth level with his prize.

He had a half-inch on her in length, as well as about the same in circumference, but her eyes were especially drawn down to his scrotum and testicles. Like her exploration of Pinkie’s clitoris, she found herself fascinated by anatomy she didn’t quite possess, and lifted a hand to gently touch and inspect them before even sparing much attention for his penis.

She did note how his shaft twitched as she rolled his gonads between her fingers, feeling the skin of his sack slip over the organs beneath. His skin started out loose and fairly smooth, but suddenly exposed to the cool air, she could feel it starting to tighten up and wrinkle.

Twilight moved her hand up to rest on his shaft as she leaned in, giving his scrotum an experimental kiss and lick. Flash’s soft grunt of pleasure and the neutral taste of clean skin spurred her onward. Her hand wrapped around his member, thumb resting comfortably on his frenulum, while her lips parted and gently sucked one testicle into her mouth.

She let out a soft moan of her own, enjoying the feeling of his stiff, gently pulsating member in her hand while she licked at his balls with the same gentle care she gave to Pinkie’s pussy. Her thumb rubbed at the little confluence of skin on his dick that was her own favorite spot to receive stimulation, penis-wise anyway, and her lips curled into a smile to find that he seemed to like it just as much.

“Mmm, Twilight…”

She took his murmur as a sign to move forward. Following Pinkie’s plentiful examples, she swept her tongue up Flash’s member, curling it tight around the curve of his shaft. It gave a hard twitch, but her hand held it firmly in place until her lips pressed against the tip in a soft kiss.

Calling upon Pinkie’s expertise, Twilight let Flash’s member slide into her mouth, pressing her tongue against him and keeping a firm seal with her lips. For a moment, she simply considered the sensation of his firm, smooth cock as it filled her mouth and gently pulsed against her tongue. She let one hand grip the base and rest against his balls while her other hand dropped between her legs, wrapping around her own hard shaft.

Twilight hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect, apart from Pinkie’s apparent eagerness to give her a blowjob at any excuse. But now that she had a penis in her mouth, she had to agree with Pinkie—it just felt good. She felt Flash’s hand gently rest on her head and knew she had been idle too long—time for action.

Gripping the base, she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft at a comfortable pace, relying on her experience receiving to guide her lips and tongue. Her usual masturbation hand barely had time to keep her own body stimulated before Flash’s sack started to tighten up under her palm and she felt a familiar rhythmic jerk to his dick that always preceded her own orgasms. In the end, Flash didn’t last long after she got serious and Twilight was reminded of the very first blowjob she’d gotten from Pinkie.

“Nnnnnggg… Twilight! I’m cumming!”

Flash’s groan accompanied a jerk of his hips and suddenly the taste of clean skin and her own saliva was overwhelmed with a musk that was equal parts sweet and bitter with a hint of salty and sour. Flash’s semen didn’t taste too different from her own, though it was a bit more pungent, and there was certainly a bit more than she could produce on an average day. After considering and savoring the taste for a moment, Twilight swallowed.

“Man… Are you sure you’ve never done that before? That was pretty killer.” Flash grinned down at her after he’d taken a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m sure. I just did for you what Pinkie does for me.” Twilight smiled as she stood up. Once again her hard penis was visible, poking out from the folds of her bathrobe.

“Right, yeah, that,” Flash mumbled, his eyes once again fixed on her member.

Twilight adjusted her robe to hide her dick from view, but that only resulted in an obvious tent in the fluffy material. An awkward silence descended as Twilight regarded Flash while his twitching expression betrayed some kind of inner debate.

“Y’know what? Fuck it. I’ll pop your cherry. I mean, how often does a girl make you an offer like that?” Flash stood up, kicking his pants away as they fell around his ankles.

Smiling widely, Twilight discarded her robe and took his place on her bed. As she lay on her back, her cock stood proud even while she spread her legs and pulled them back a bit. “Pinkie keeps a box of condoms in her top drawer,” she said, pointing at the desk opposite.

Flash nodded and retrieved a little plastic package and small bottle of lube from the drawer. Instead of opening it and sheathing himself as she expected, Flash approached the bed and bent toward her. Twilight understood why as she caught a glimpse of his groin before his lips met hers and his hand rested on her chest. His member, still glistening with her saliva, was also still soft.

Twilight mentally kicked herself even as she returned Flash’s kiss. Granted, she wasn’t quite so affected by a refractory period, as Pinkie demonstrated by eating her out to three consecutive vaginal orgasms one night. But her penis had only worked at full capacity for the blowjob just prior to the amazing feat of cunnilingus, so she knew she should have realized sooner.

She reached out an arm and fished blindly, but carefully for Flash’s groin as he kissed his way down her neck and chest. Twilight found his penis and caressed it with her fingertips as he wrapped his lips around her stiff nipple once again.

Twilight could feel him perking up again, but quite slowly. She didn’t mind. All her reference material, including anecdotes from Pinkie, indicated that foreplay was essential to enjoyable first copulation. Her free hand moved to Flash’s head, her fingers gently stroking his hair spikes.

She let out a surprised, but pleased moan when Flash’s hand landed on her thigh and his fingers traced over her smooth skin. Her cock gave a little twitch as his arm brushed against it, but he didn’t flinch this time. Instead, his fingers zeroed in on their target and began to caress her pussy lips.

Twilight gave Flash’s half-hard dick an involuntary squeeze as a single finger eventually started to probe her entrance. She let out a low moan when his fingertip gently pushed in and his first knuckle rested at her threshold. He sucked hard on her nipple while his finger moved in slow outward circles, ever so gently stretching and loosening the start of her tight passage.

Flash turned his head and caught her eye as he gently started to press his finger deeper inside. Twilight bit her lip and nodded. As his finger moved in, still slowly opening her up, her cock gave a twitch against Flash’s arm. Her own fingers traced down to Flash’s balls and caressed them gently, coaxing him further toward a full erection again.

Twilight moaned, her head pressing back into the pillow as Flash gently finger-fucked her. The feeling was difficult to analyze, but to merely say it felt ‘good’ was insufficient.

The way her passage stretched for the first time and the intrusion of a foreign body into the core of her womanhood caused a burning sensation that might have been pain if it were not so muted and diffused. As it was, the hot feeling only increased her sensitivity and heightened the experience by adding contrast.

The texture of Flash’s finger dragging against the slippery walls of her passage reminded her of masturbating her penis, or of fucking Pinkie. Raw sexual stimulation that was pleasure transmitted in a physical form. Twilight whimpered when Flash pulled out, only to give a squeaking cry and start to moan louder when he gently worked a second finger in with the first.

Flash finally pulled his fingers out entirely and Twilight bit her lip disappointedly until she noticed that he had stood up and was rolling a bright yellow condom onto his full erection. Twilight let a hand drift down to her groin to fill in for the temporary lack of stimulation and found that she was wet all over. Her inner thighs and vulva were damp with a mixture of sexual fluid, some coaxed out of her vagina, the rest precum dribbling out of her penis. She wrapped a hand around her firm member, spreading the trail over her skin and milking a bit more out.

Twilight pulled her penis back, cupping it against her stomach as Flash mounted the bed. He guided his cock, wrapped in shiny yellow, to the entrance his fingers had been probing a minute ago. Twilight nodded as he pressed the tip against her hole.

Her passaged stretched, wider than two fingers, as he entered her. Overall the feeling was a cross between having his fingers in her vagina and having his penis in her mouth. She could feel the unique shape of his member rubbing pleasantly inside her as he slowly pressed in and began a gentle thrusting. But the delightful friction that had come with his fingers was muted by the smooth, lubricated latex. Unconsciously, her hand started stroking her penis to fill in the stimulation gap.

As Flash’s thrusting started to press her hips into the plush surface of the bed, she felt his hands sink into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She moaned into his mouth when he leaned down to kiss her and wrapped both arms around his neck. Free from her confinement, Twilight’s penis pressed against Flash’s stomach, rubbing against his abs as he thrust his cock inside her.

Flash broke the kiss and leaned back again, his eyes drawn down to where his and Twilight’s bodies met. Still thrusting, he watched her slick member pressing against his body. Slowly, almost curiously, he reached a hand down and wrapped it around her penis, giving it a few experimental strokes.

Twilight gasped and cried out. The feeling of a firm male hand on her penis combined with the thrusting cock inside her pussy pushed her over the edge. Her penis throbbed against Flash’s hand and fountained a ribbon of cum against his stomach. Her vagina tensed around his member and her whole body shuddered. Flash groaned, his hand squeezing down on her penis as he stopped thrusting. She could feel him pulsate inside her and the loose tip of the condom swelled.

After a moment of breathing, his eyes locked onto the penis he held in his hand. His eyes darted between it and the trail of cum dripping down his abs. His hand released Twilight and he wiped a finger across one of the rivulets, holding it up to look at.

“Sorry, I didn’t think about that…” Twilight smiled sheepishly. She reached over to her nightstand and handed Flash a box of tissues.

Without a word, he stood and wiped himself clean, removing, tying and trashing the condom before pulling his pants back on.

“Flash?” Twilight bit her lip, looking up from her own cleanup duties. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he squeaked, sounding anything but. “That was—that was something. I’d uh, I’d better go.”

“Flash, wait!” Before Twilight could stand up, or even move, Flash had turned and bolted out the door. Twilight stared in disbelief at the empty door frame. Oblivious in her distress to the danger that anyone in the hall could look in and see her naked body on display.

“What the fuck, Flash?! Twi, you okay?” Rainbow bolted in through the open door, followed by Pinkie.

“He just left,” Twilight mumbled, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “We did it, all the way, then he just left.” With a sniffle, Twilight began to cry. Pinkie hopped up on the bed and wrapped Twilight up in her arms.

“Pinkie, you take care of Twi. I’m going to go catch up to Romeo and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, okay.”

“Thanks, Dashie. I owe you one.”

Rainbow slammed the door behind her as she took off. For a long moment, the room was silent apart from Twilight’s sobbing.

“Pinkie, you’re not going to leave me, are you?” Twilight’s voice was choked and broken.

“Of course not. I love you, Twi-Twi.” Pinkie pulled Twilight’s naked body tighter against her and nuzzled her neck. Twilight buried her face in Pinkie’s poofy hair and tried her best to calm down.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Pinkie whispered.

Twilight nodded, still busy getting her breathing back under control.

“I really hated having to give up Dashie. I had to so AJ could be happy, but I still didn’t want to. I loved her, but I already love you even more. You’re smart and funny and silly sometimes and we have fun together and you’re so, so pretty. I want to keep you forever.”

Twilight pulled in a sharp intake of breath and let out a long, slow sigh. “I love you too, Pinkie.” She turned her head and caught up Pinkie’s lips in a kiss. “I kept thinking of you the whole time I was with—with Flash.” Twilight closed her hand around Pinkie’s and guided it down to her still damp pussy. “I should have just let you be the first. His fingers felt better than the condom anyway. But now, I want your fingers, Pinkie.”

Pinkie grinned and lowered Twilight against the bed, gently slipping her fingers inside while her other hand gently closed over a breast. “Anything for my Twi-Twi.”

Twilight’s phone rattled against the nightstand, the main chorus of Awesome As I Wanna Be pouring out of the speakers. A hand reached out to grab it.

“Dashie?”

A pause.

“She’s here, but she’s busy eating me out. Let me put you on speakerphone.”

Rainbow’s voice emitted from the tinny speaker as Pinkie laid it on the bed. “You’re going for a tongue ride and you decided to answer the phone?”

“Well, duh. You might have some important info for Twi-Twi. I ca-HA-n’t keep that from her just because I’m getting some—EEEE—lovin’.”

“Pinkie, you’re crazy,” Rainbow chuckled. “Anyway, Twi, I had to chase him down on my motorcycle, but I made sure Flash is going to keep quiet about you-know-what. Also, he said he got a little freaked out and he’s sorry.” Rainbow’s voice took on a dangerous edge. “I told him he really needed to tell you that himself, but just in case he doesn’t, at least you know.”

Rainbow was quiet for a moment while Pinkie let out a series of high-pitched moans.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling better, and it sounds like Pinkie’s feeling really good. But uh, I’ll understand if you want to keep things just between the two of you for a while.” Rainbow let out a little sigh. “The thing with me and AJ can wait.”

“Don’t think you’re getting off the hook that easily,” Twilight said, finally extracting herself from between Pinkie’s thighs. “Yeah, tonight didn’t go so well, but I trust you and the rest of the girls. Besides, after the locker room, you and I have some unfinished business, and I’m dying to see what AJ looks like out of her clothes.”

“Sweet!” Rainbow cheered. “You’re gonna love her. That ripped cowgirl body does not disappoint.”

Twilight grinned. “Oh, and before I forget, thank you. For keeping a lookout and for going after Flash.” Her voice dropped an octave. “Pinkie is my number one, but I love you too.”

“I think you’re pretty cool too, Twi. I’ll let you know as soon as AJ says yes for sure, then we can get down on some serious lovin’.”

“I’m looking fo-HO-rward to it.” Twilight gasped, letting out a moan a moment later.

“What was that?” Rainbow asked.

“Pinkie just helped herself to a surprise mouthful of my penis.”

“Oh man! That is such an eggheady way of talking about getting head,” Rainbow chortled. “And yet you manage to make it sound sexy.”

The conversation went silent except for Twilight’s moans and Pinkie’s exaggerated slurping noises as she sucked Twilight’s cock.

“Anyway, listening to you two is fucking hot, but I’d better get back to my room before I start flicking the bean right here on the street,” Rainbow said with laugh. “You enjoy your blowjob, and I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks, Rainbow. See you.”

Twilight reached down, running her hands through Pinkie’s bouncing mass of hair, moaning as Pinkie slowly pushed her toward another inevitable orgasm. After a moment, she glanced back at her lit up phone and grinned. Rainbow still hadn’t hung up.