A Blaze of Glory

Countess Montessa ran a tongue along her lips. While not the worst situation she had been in, being trapping in a chest to avoid notice was far from ideal. The fact that she wasn't alone in the cramped chest was also somewhat less than ideal. They had both arrived in Duke Greymane’s Palace Suite to find, to their mutual annoyance, that the other had also been hired by the Duke. They were the best, and they both knew it. One was a beggar who stole to feed not only herself, but the small family she had gathered about her. The other was a pony that had never known the want of anything, save love. Not one thief in all of Equestira had the skill of the two ponies at their beck and call.

And now here they were both cramped into the small chest, lest anypony find out that the Thief of Time was in fact, a pair of the most skilled mares in history.

“Well my lover, we appear to be quite mired.” The husky whisper of the Thief reached Montessa’s ears, and the reflexive surge of raw longing had to be beaten down. They could not indulge in such amorous activies now, if for no other reason than the cramped quarters. In fact, Tessa could barely move at all being slightly larger than her counterpart.

Tessa bit her lip, stifling the pained cry as the mare beneath her. One of the Thief’s hooves dug sharply into her back as the mare beneath her squirmed. “It appears we will be trapped her for just shy of half an hour Mona. I suggest you find a comfortable position, you shall be bound in it for some time.”

Tessa growled, the soft sound issuing almost as a purr as it left her, more motion than menace. “It is rather difficult to find comfort whilst I am enganged in acrobatics merely to allow thee to breath. If thine wish is for me to allow myself to sink lower, and crush thy, then I would be most happy to oblige.”

A soft chuckle, more felt than heard passed between them. She might have been larger and by no means excessive, Tessa knew full well that the mare beneath her was lean and hard as a coiled steel wire. Every inch of her was hard with muscles, even while relaxed, as opposed to Tessa’s fit softness. “Release yourself then, I will not be harmed.” Tessa felt her trembling muscles begin to relax, and she slid down further into the chest.

As the Tessa felt the Celestia blessed respite of her lovers body, another fact promptly became apparent. The warm ball of anger in her stomach had, at some point unknown, made up its mind. It had endeavored to travel farther south, and south it now was. In fact, the heat was great enough that the hot exhalations of the mare beneath her felt pleasantly cooled.

“Mona, dearheart. If you wanted to play, you had but to ask.” Another soft chuckle rolled between the two mares, passing from one body to the next without pause. In Montessa, the laugh changed, becoming instead a low throaty moan. She swallowed another moan as her lovers tongue flicked out once more, teasing, and each soft touch a tease to her heated flesh. As the tongue once more slid along her, a heavy pant escaped the Countess. To her shock, an answering moan sounded behind her at the exhalation. Belatedly she realized. If the thief situated such a way that her ton-

The train of thought cut out as that same tongue went back to work, moaning in time with the Countess. Tossing such trivialities as thought and rationale out of her fevered mind, the Countess extended her own tongue. The taste was unlike anything she had ever drunk, tart, and ever so slightly bitter. In all that the pair had done with, and to, each other, this taste was something new. Tessa thought back to all those cold nights, spent alone in her bed, save a single hoof to keep herself company. The thrill of this moment however, put every last second of those dreams and fantasies to rest. Never again would those dreams feature her Thief’s lips on her own, or at least, not on her face.

A crash from the room behind them silenced Tessa, her head rearing back and eyes lying wide in panic. The panic quickly increased as she realized that her lover hadn’t heard it. The Thief continued her work, pace never wavering, a constant stream of pleasure running through every one of Montessa’s nerves. When her time came, Tessa bit down on her own lip. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but the scream had been successfully contained. In mingled thanks and exhaustion, she nuzzled her head into the warm thigh beside her.

The scream of the Thief’s release was completely unexpected, and it was very loud. Almost at once, Tessa felt the chest picked up, and hurled through the air, the tumbling sensation as the heavy wood spun end over end killed her romantic thoughts in a truly theatric manner. As the chest splintered on impact, Montessa’s last thought was Well this isn’t right. I can’t die until the favor is repaid. Then the blackness swallowed her.

The next morning broke through the semi-transparent clouds of Flight School. The grey of the conglomerated clouds steadily brightened, until a shining white colored the walls, floors, and ceilings.

As the sun rose, so did Rainbow. Yawning she stretched, feeling a satisfying series of clicks as her spine remembered where it went. A much louder and painful snap resounded around the hall as her wings rotated in their sockets, the joints sore from the long night in the same position. Thus reminded, Rainbow leaned down once more, waking the sleeping filly beside her with a gentle kiss. “Come on ‘Shy. Time to wake up.”

Rainbow’s soft voice would have shocked anypony who had ever spoken to the boisterous mare for more than three minutes. But with Fluttershy, a tamer Rainbow surfaced, one who whispered and could sit for long hours on end simply talking or just enjoying the company of the yellow mare. To the pegasus beside her though, that tone was one that she treasured above all others. How could anypony so strong, so brave, sound so… soft. That was the word. The gentle tone sanded down the edges of the Rainbow, leaving a new mare behind.

“I don’t think I can. I hurt my leg. Can you kiss it and make it better?”

Rainbow chuckled. For such a shy, quiet mare, Fluttershy sure did have a wicked sense of humor. Dash leaned in once more, and pressed a feather light kiss on the yellow mare’s brow. Fluttershy tilted her head up, capturing Rainbows retreating head, and pulling her back in. After a small eternity, the pair broke apart, panting.

“Your leg better now?” The cocky smile returned to the face of the cyan mare. She picked up Fluttershy’s ‘hurt leg’ in a hoof and pulled the mare off the bed. “Come on, we have like five minutes before breakfast starts.”

“But I don’t want to go. Rainbow Dash!” The mare whined, hiding a grin behind the covers. She relented however, when her companion made her way to the door. The filly popped off the bed, and ran to catch up to Rainbow. Honestly, sometimes Fluttershy wondered if Rainbow did anything except sleep, eat and sleep some more. Of course, almost like magic, the moment of these thoughts occurred, Rainbow would either preform some daring aerobatic feat, or draw her into another one of those kisses. Oh sweetest mother Celestia, Rainbow could kiss like nothing Fluttershy had ever read.

“Hey, Dash!” The words had barely reached their ears when a white and brown gryphon slammed into rainbow, bearing them both to the cloud cushioned floor. “Ha, gotcha. You’re slowing down. Hey Fluttershy.”

“Hello Gilda.” Possibly the only thing more bizarre to see than the sight of Rainbow Dash reading was Gilda speaking to Fluttershy. Of all the denizens of Flight School, the haughty gryphon and the meek timid Fluttershy were the least likely friends. Even now, Fluttershy had difficulty in believing that the gryphon was really there half the time.

The first time Fluttershy had seen Gilda after waking from the emotional gauntlet that left both ponies asleep side by side in the Arena, she had been afraid the gryphon would kill her. Like, really kill her. Rip her in half and eat her kill her. Instead, the gryphon had quirked an eyebrow and grinned. She had winked at Fluttershy and the dropped a water balloon on Rainbow’s sleeping head. “Wake up slowpoke. We have a race this morning remember? Or did she keep you awake all night? You naughty naughty fillies.”

Aside from that one comment, and a few jokes in a similar vein, the gryphon seemed to accept that the two mares were dating with glee. She was also the only thing in Flight School not involved in the relationship to know. Oh sure, everypony else knew, but they didn’t know, and that was the important difference.

“Oh, umm, Gilda?” Fluttershy stammered. She wasn’t anywhere near as nervous as she once had been in the gryphon’s presence, but still… they had really BIG talons.

“Huh? Yeah Mouse?” That was Fluttershy’s nickname. She really would have thought that it was cute, except that Gilda was half eagle. And eagle’s ate mice, which left her rather ominously wondering what the significance of her pet name was.

“Well, I was wondering, if you weren’t busy, maybe you could read something?”

“Woah there ‘Shy. Did you say you wanted Gilda to read? Ha. Hey G, do you even know how to read?” Rainbow asked, laughing as she hovered in midair, front hooves wrapped around her convulsing belly. Idly knocking the pegasus into a wall with one great wing, Gilda looked over to Fluttershy.

“Sure thing kid. What is it?”

“Oh, well, I kind of wrote something. A book…” Her voice trailed off, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. What she had written was, in point of fact, a dirty novel. Well, dirty chapter at this point, but still. And it wasn’t dirty dirty, it was mostly kissing and cuddling between the main characters. Of course, having an adolescent mind though, they pair had strayed, however briefly into far more daring activities. It was this last aspect that Fluttershy sought Gilda’s help with. She had never, um, well really she had never even kissed a pony before Rainbow, and while she loved Dash to bits, the mare couldn’t help her. There were a few parts of her anatomy missing for her to be able to instruct Fluttershy. Gilda, wihle also lacking the needed plumbing, was at least more likely to have read something about the love of two colts for each other.