Author's Note
Well, as this was a request for someone, I realise it's not going to be all that interesting for the casual reader, but maybe you'll find something in there to enjoy? Written and edited over the course of about two days, so despite my sincerest efforts, I'm still expecting there to be some spelling/grammar errors. Be a dear and point those out, please, as well as anything else you think could stand improvement. Thanks!
Twilight's New Friend
There was only one other person in Miss Cheerilee's classroom at this time of day, though calling it day would be being a mite generous when the sky was beginning to darken to an ashen grey; while all the other students had long since gone home to rot their brains playing video games, or hanging out at the mall, Twilight Sparkle, her tongue hanging out like that of an eager puppy, was busily jotting down notes in an oversized journal.
Ash Cloud found a lot to admire about that tongue; it was long, flexible-looking, and a deep pink colour. It wasn't the particular fleshy pink bit that she normally found to be of interest, but between Twilight's buttoned-up blouse and knee-length skirt, there wasn't a whole lot else on offer. Still, her lavender skin, indigo hair with pink and purple streaks, and inquisitive mulberry eyes were a very alluring, intoxicating mix. Add to that, a youthful, innocent face with a slim, petite body, and you had quite the attractive little package.
Living up to her name, Ash's own hair was black; not dark brown, black! It fell in tight little ringlets around her shoulders, and left to its own devices it aspired to be classed as unkempt. It would've given Rarity a conniption fit if she were ever to be so unfortunate as to encounter it. Her skin, by contrast, was pale to the point that she was often labelled by her peers as a Goth. Not to her face, of course. Very few people said anything to her face, especially with the semi-permanent scowl etched on it and the dark green eyes that promised mayhem to anyone who dared approach her. The trademark clichéd evil villain leather jacket, knee-high boots, black high-waist button shorts and grey navel-bearing tank top did nothing to dispel the image either.
All too soon, Twilight Sparkle got up to leave; she leaned forward in order to get at her backpack, and Ash Cloud found her eyes locking on to a rather fetching set of toned purple thighs. She had to bite down hard on her lower lip to stop from saying anything obscene. It didn't help that Twilight's perky little bottom was pressed up against the fabric of her skirt, and the outline of her underwear was clearly visible. Well, detention does have its benefits, she decided.
“Hey, are you all right?” The sweet, sing-song voice snapped Ash out of her reverie and she almost fell off of her chair when she noticed Twilight staring at her, her expression radiating concern. “You looked a little spaced-out there.”
Be polite. Stop staring. It was difficult, however, because Ash could see right down Twilight's blouse now and though she didn't have a lot to work with up there, what was there was still very nice to look at. “Oh, I'm fine,” Ash said with a dismissive wave. “I, uh, was just a little lost in thought.”
“Any interesting thoughts?” The corners of Twilight's lips quirked in a sardonic smile.
She knows I've been checking her out. “Nah, not really. Just … thinking about what to do at the weekend. Whether to watch the Wondercolts game, or hang out at Sugarcube Corner with my mates, y'know?”
Twilight's eyes narrowed. “Mates? You have more than one?”
Ash was confused for a moment until she realised what Twilight was inferring. Oh, yeah, words mean different things over here in Canterlot. Have to remember that. Eriskay and Canterlot: two cities divided by a common language. “Friends,” Ash corrected sharply. “Pals, buds, amigos.”
“Ah,” said Twilight, her cheeks turning a charming shade of crimson. “So, uh, you wanna walk with me?”
“Huh?”
“All of my friends will have gone already. They're good girls, but they're not ones for hanging around class for a little extra-credit, and even Rainbow Dash knows it's uncool to land yourself in detention.”
“Well ...” Ash began.
“And I like a little company on the trip home.” Twilight suddenly frowned, as if realising that she was being presumptuous. “Never mind, you probably have your own plans. Sorry I asked.”
With a half-smile, Ash got up and graciously offered her arm to Twilight who gleefully wrapped her own around it. If there was one thing that she hated to see, it was an unhappy-looking girl. “Lead the way.”
“Twilight Sparkle.”
“Ash Cloud.”
*
The reason, it seemed, that Twilight Sparkle liked to have company on the walk home was because she loved to talk; her particular field of interest was quantum physics, and Ash, who knew nothing about science, felt that by the time Twilight stopped rattling on about waves, particles, and subatomic length scales, she would probably be able to take an advanced degree in the subject. If she'd been paying attention to more than every third word, that is. It wasn't just that she was keen on the subject, Twilight was passionate about it in a way that people these days tended to only be about manufactured bubblegum pop, reality TV and orange mocha frappuccinos.
“So, basically,” Twilight said, not even out of breath despite the extraordinarily detailed treatise she'd just delivered, “what we can observe of the world is only the smallest fraction of what actually exists. Simple, huh?”
“Yeah,” replied Ash uncertainly, more than a little bit embarrassed by the fact that she'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to tune Twilight's prattling out.
“You weren't even listening, were you?” Fortunately, she sounded more amused than upset.
“Sorry.”
“It's fine. It's just … sometimes, I feel like there's so much on my mind that, if I don't say anything, my head'll just burst, you know?”
“This is where you live?” Ash said in surprise when they came to a halt outside the old library building. It had been closed down a few years ago when the new Canterlot Central Library had been built near the school; the old library looked very much like a cottage, and it was probably one of the few buildings in the city that still boasted an original thatched roof and wooden support columns. The roof had greened a little with age, but it was still in pretty good condition from what Ash could see. Doubtless, a testament to its owner's fastidiousness.
“Mm-hm,” Twilight affirmed with a smile before her face fell slightly.
“What's up?”
“When I was a kid in primary school, the others used to tease me because I read so many books. They always said that I'd probably end up living alone in a library one day.” She exhaled sharply. “Well, look at me now: living alone in a library.”
“Hey, if you're happy, then who cares what anyone else thinks, right?” said Ash. “I mean, if I worried about what every idiot was saying about me I wouldn't have the time to get anything else done.”
“Good advice,” said Twilight. “Would you like to come in? For a cup of tea or something, I mean? It's getting kinda chilly out here and I feel like I should properly thank you for walking with me. I know it probably wasn't much fun for you with me jabbering on about something you couldn't care less about.”
Ash considered for a moment; she wasn't one for tea, and Twilight Sparkle wasn't her usual kind of girl, but something had pushed them together on this day. Hell, she wouldn't even have been in the class at the same time as her if she hadn't happened to be serving detention for an ill-timed prank. She was curious as to where this was going, and why Twilight had asked her along despite their differences. “I'd love to,” Ash finally said. Well, it was getting colder and, if nothing else, the warm drink would be welcome before making the long, lonely journey home.
*
“Can I take your coat?” asked Twilight, hanging her own mauve-coloured one up on the rack in the hall. Ash couldn't help but notice that even the brief exposure to the cold had nonetheless had something of an effect on Twilight.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Ash shrugged out of her leather jacket and handed it to Twilight who placed it next to her own. “So.” She looked around for something to distract her from Twilight's tumescent nipples. Finally, her eyes landed on a collection of dog collars hanging over the radiator. Either this girl was kinkier than she'd expected, or …
A dog bounded up to them, its tail wagging excitedly. “Hi, Spike,” Twilight said, leaning down to scoop the tiny purple dog up in her arms. It responded by licking her affectionately on the face. “Spike, this is Ash,” she added, turning around to face the other girl who was maintaining a smile through gritted teeth and backing up against the door as the dog got ever closer to her. Twilight was not oblivious to her awkwardness. “You don't like dogs?”
“I don't like animals in general,” Ash said, aghast. “Sorry.”
Twilight let Spike leap out of her arms and ushered him in the direction of the living room. “That's all right, but you'd better not say anything like that in front of Fluttershy or she'll very quietly and politely explain to you why animals are awesome. Anyway, are you coming?”
The living room was spacious yet cosy at the same time; lining the walls were shelves upon shelves of books, though even Ash, who was as well-read as the average mollusc, could see that there was some kind of discrepancy in how they were organised: some were alphabetical, while others seemed to be arranged according to thickness, height, cover colour, and/or by genre. Most of them were about one scientific discipline or another, but there was also a complete set of Daring Do novels, some Hayloft romances, and one or two – judging by the saucy covers, anyway – special interest books scattered around.
In the middle of the room was a table with a couple of comfy, if beaten, armchairs around it. “Make yourself at home and I'll go and get the tea ready. How d'you take it?” asked Twilight, heading in the direction of the kitchen.
“Milk, three sugars,” replied Ash, settling gratefully into one of the chairs. Her entire body felt as though it was sinking into the fabric, but she didn't mind. It was the most peaceful she'd been for some time. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Spike retreating into a basket in the corner, happily gnawing on what looked like a diamond-shaped chew toy.
A few minutes later, Twilight returned carrying a tray with two mugs on it. She placed it on the table and then took her own seat. “Oh, man,” she said, sighing in satisfaction. “Feels so good to sit down finally, doesn't it?” She reached forward to pick up her mug, giving Ash another good look down her top.
“Yeah, it is,” Ash said distractedly. Is she doing this on purpose now? She didn't say anything when she caught me staring before. “So, um, d'you mind if I ask why you invited me over? Not that I'm not grateful, of course, but it just seems weird to me that you'd invite a complete stranger out for a walk and into your home.”
Twilight stuck out her bottom lip before answering. “It might sound a bit patronising.”
“Oh?” Ash was definitely curious now.
“Well, I thought that you might need a friend.”
“Why would you think that?” asked Ash, taken aback by Twilight's statement. “I have loads.”
“Oh, come on, I've seen the way you are with people. You can't bite their heads off fast enough whenever someone has the temerity to even breathe in your direction,” Twilight said. “When I was younger I was a lot like you, though without the sulk, maybe. Moving here, meeting the others, it really changed my life. Um, I've kinda become a student of friendship, as weird as that sounds, and it's important to me to reach out to others when I feel they might be in need of companionship.”
Ash made a noise in the back of her throat.
“I'm sorry. I've insulted you, haven't I?”
“No, you're right.” Ash leaned forward, squaring her shoulders slightly. “I've always thought that I was happier being alone, but it's no fun whatsoever. These days, it's just force of habit. My fear that I can't ever make a connection with someone. In fact, this is the longest conversation I've had with anyone in years. Well, apart from having to explain why I've done something to the teachers, anyway.”
“What about your family?” Twilight asked. “Never mind,” she added, noticing the cynical look Ash was giving her. “What made you come with me, then? If you're so anti-friendship, why did you accept my offer?”
“Honestly?” Ash smiled wryly. “'Cause I fancy you.”
Twilight's cheeks burned hotly. “Wha-? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think you're unbelievably sexy, and having to sit in the same classroom as you is incredibly distracting,” clarified Ash. “I'm sure you noticed me staring at you more than once.”
“Well, maybe,” Twilight mumbled, her face not having quite regained its original lavender colour yet. “I, uh, I don't know what to say.”
“You don't have to say anything,” said Ash, shaking her head. “It's probably best if you just forget what I said, actually. I know it's kinda stupid.”
Twilight's mulberry eyes clouded over. “I don't have a lot of experience with dating. Um, to be honest, I have none whatsoever.”
“Same here.” Ash got up, her tea having gone cold and forgotten. Not that I haven't tried, of course, but bad girls tend to only attract bad companions, and they might be fun for a while, but you only get hurt in the end. “Thanks for the drink. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” said Twilight.
Just before she reached the front door, Ash felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Twilight Sparkle studying her intently. “Twi-?” was as far as she got before a pair of pretty purple lips pressed against her own.
*
Ash's heart was pounding in her chest; she couldn't quite believe what was happening, and from the wide-eyed, startled look that Twilight gave her when she broke the kiss, she couldn't either. “I'm so sorry, I have no idea why I did that,” said Twilight, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “It just felt … you know, right, in the moment? After what you were saying, about finding me attractive and everything, I thought … well, I have to try this sort of thing one day, don't I?”
Taking a deep breath, Ash suddenly found a sense of unexpected clarity. “It's all right, Twilight,” she said, her arm reaching out to encircle the girl's waist. “I know exactly what you mean.” Making sure that she wasn't being too rough, she pulled Twilight closer to her and their lips met once more. It isn't a quick peck this time, but a deep, passionate kiss, and Ash used her tongue to push Twilight's lips apart.
Her mouth tasted sweet, intoxicating, and Ash drunk it in like a fine wine; her hands went to Twilight's blouse, and though her temptation was to tear it off in one swift motion, she made sure to carefully undo each button until her small, bra-covered breasts came into view. Dark purple nipples strained against the thin fabric, and Ash couldn't help running a thumb over one, eliciting an eep and a shudder of pleasure from Twilight.
“Those things could cut through glass,” Ash said teasingly, her free hand sliding down the other girl's waist until she reached the waistband of her skirt. Twilight arched her back, and the gap between the elastic material and her stomach allowed Ash to work her hand further downward. Her fingers probed at Twilight's panties, and she could feel a trace of moisture beginning to dampen her fingers; at the same time, she pressed her lips against Twilight's neck, then kissed her way downwards until she reached her breasts. Through her bra, Ash took one of Twilight's nipples in her mouth and sucked on it softly, making the girl cry out softly and rock her pelvis against Ash's questing hand.
Twilight finally got sick of having her sensitive nipples confined, so she shrugged off her blouse, reached behind her back to unhook her bra and threw it carelessly aside; she looked down shyly to see that Ash was staring hungrily at her breasts, and she blushed profusely. “Do you … do you like them?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don't think they're too small?” asked Twilight.
“Uh-uh.” All the blood had fled Ash's brain and she was finding it difficult to communicate in words of more than one syllable. Instead, she leaned forward and flicked at Twilight's nipples with the tip of her tongue.
In between her moans, Twilight noticed a damp patch forming on the crotch of Ash's shorts. “Do you … mind if I try something I read in a book once?”
Before Ash could answer, Twilight was already sinking to her knees; she undid the five buttons, then pulled down the fly, exposing Ash's raven pubic hair. “You aren't wearing any panties,” Twilight said in shock.
“I don't always,” Ash admitted with a bashful smirk. “So, uh, what did you have in mind once you got down there?”
Feeling a sense of confidence that she'd never experienced before, Twilight pulled down Ash's shorts the rest of the way and got her first good look at another woman's most intimate area. The outer lips were a little larger than her own, and the clitoris was swollen and peeking out from under its hood. The foreplay had made Ash's inner thighs slick and wet from her juices; they were trailing down her long, lovely legs slowly, so Twilight bent down to lick them up, savouring the pungent, tangy taste that they left on her tongue.
She dabbed her tongue out like that of a snake to probe Ash's moistened pussy. Ash's body was trembling uncontrollably from the attention it was receiving. As soon as the girl's rough tongue slipped inside her wet slit, Ash's walls produced more lubrication, allowing it to slide in even deeper. Her clitoris was swollen and throbbing, burning hotly and desiring, needing, attention. Twilight didn't want to disappoint her new friend, so she tweaked the sensitive nub of flesh between two fingers, twisting and squeezing until Ash couldn't help but moan out loud.
Sensing that Ash was close to climax from the way her body was writhing and her hands were grabbing at the bookshelves to remain upright, Twilight hurried her pace; her only focus was the thought, the feel, the taste of the girl that she was so suddenly, so intimately, involved with. She only cared about bringing her to orgasm as quickly as possible. The girl closed her soft mulberry eyes, continuing her quickened ministrations on Ash's sensitive pussy. She licked, penetrated, deeply inside of Ash's wet pussy; she rubbed, stroked, squeezed and pulled her clitoris until, at last, Ash felt as though a bolt of electricity was thrilling through her spine. She orgasmed hard, a rush of sticky, white fluids exploded from the girl, soaking Twilight's lavender face. So startled was she by the abrupt explosion of her lover, she let out a squeal when some of the moisture landed on her tongue. She mulled the thicker, saltier fluid on her tongue for a moment before swallowing it.
“How was that?” Twilight asked after a moment, noticing that Ash was still breathing deeply, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Incredible. Are you sure you've never done this before?” replied Ash, between gasps.
“Never.”
“Then, you are one hell of a quick learner.”
“Thank you,” said Twilight, curiously elated by the praise.
“Now, Twilight,” Ash said with a devilish grin, “it's your turn.”
Before Twilight could say or do anything, Ash had pushed her down on the floor. She supposed that she ought to have been a bit worried by the unexpected strength shown by the other girl, but she found that it stimulated rather than intimidated her. It briefly crossed her mind that maybe she was something of a submissive, and that she wanted a bigger, stronger partner to take a more proactive role in things. This thought was quickly drowned out as her white cotton panties slid down her legs.
Two fingers brushed across Twilight's moist pussy, stroking the patch of dark indigo hair there, making it tremble slightly with arousal. Ash's other hand pawed at Twilight's chest, squeezing and fondling her small – though Ash had to concede that hers weren't all that much bigger – breasts and protruding nipples.
The girl let out a soft moan when Ash slid between her legs and began sucking on her wet slit; she breathed harder, suppressing a tiny yelp, when she felt teeth on the sensitive flesh of her clitoris. Ash bit down on the tiny nub gently, pulling it, stretching it ever so slightly, enjoying the way Twilight squirmed and struggled underneath her. A wet, agile tongue slithered out of the girl's mouth and thrust deeply into Twilight's warm, wet pussy. Feeling that fast-moving, moist serpent move within her, coupled with her earlier activities, brought Twilight to an orgasm in a rush; juice surged from her body, flowing into Ash's eager and waiting mouth. The girl drank deeply, sighing with pleasure at the salty-sweet taste catching in her throat slightly. To her, it was as delicious as nectar.
Ash's hands wandered toward Twilight's rear end and she began running her fingers along the pleasant curve of her rump, taking the opportunity to squeeze the firm globes of flesh. With a coy smile, Twilight gave Ash's swollen clit a kiss before standing up on her knees and removing her skirt.
Pulling herself up using the arm of the chair, Ash watched as Twilight walked on her knees toward her, breasts swaying back and forth with each faltering step. She positioned herself above Ash's midsection as the other girl reached around behind her in order to stroke her smooth back before her hands settled on her hips.
Twilight's face reddened deeply, a combination of modesty and the adrenaline-fuelled excitement coursing through her veins. “This is the first time anyone other than Spike has seen me naked,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You're beautiful,” Ash said honestly, surprised at the emotion she was displaying.
“So are you,” replied Twilight, giving the other girl a smile as she lowered herself on top of her.
Resisting the urge to thrust upwards, Ash simply settled for giving a small gasp of pleasure as she felt Twilight's pelvis meeting hers; Twilight, unsure of what to do, began gyrating her haunches, trying to find a rhythm that would work for the both of them. After a few moments, she found the right spot – with their clits pressed against each other's – and began to rock that bit harder. Ash's hands went to her breasts and she began to massage them, causing Twilight to let out a sultry moan. Encouraged, Ash began to tease her nipples between her fingers, squeezing and pulling on them gently at first, then a bit harder until Twilight emitted a squeak of pain.
“Sorry,” said Ash, making an apologetic face.
“That's okay,” replied Twilight, wincing slightly but not slowing down her movements. “Just be a little bit gentler. They're very sensitive right now.”
It only took a few more minutes before Twilight started huffing and panting; so lost in her daze, it took Ash a moment to realise that it was not out of fervour, but because she was beginning to tire out. Sitting upright, Ash flipped Twilight around so that she was now underneath, and then spread her legs and nestled herself in between them. “How the heck did you do that?” asked Twilight, amazed at the ease with which the other girl had completed a manoeuvre that would've baffled Rainbow Dash.
“I'm just that good,” replied Ash, grinning broadly.
Moving her hips up and down, thrusting hard against Twilight, made her moan almost immediately; Ash's pace quickened, and the grunts escaping her did likewise. Minutes, hours, she didn't know how long passed as Twilight's vocalisations became louder and more intense. Screams of pleasure erupted from her throat with every push, and their sensitive clits throbbed as they continually brushed against one another. All too soon, though, Ash felt her legs begin to give out, but she was spurred on by the beautiful mulberry eyes looking into her own emerald ones. The expression of pure lust on Twilight's face renewed Ash's flagging reserves and she bucked harder against the prostrate girl.
Gritting her teeth against the numbing sensation deadening her legs, Ash forced herself harder and harder into Twilight's pelvis until she was no longer certain whether her cries were in pain or pleasure; it could have been both, but at the moment she just didn't care. All she wanted was to finish, to extort one last orgasm from her.
It wasn't too much longer before Ash felt Twilight's folds becoming increasingly wetter, spurting their juices against her own moist pussy. Their combined fluids mingled together as the last of their impassioned cries died away. The exhausted Twilight seemed to collapse into a faint, her skin slick with sweat and her body shivering tensely as the last remnants of her orgasm abated.
Ash moved into a lying position next to the girl, placing one leg over her stomach and laying her head against Twilight's shoulder, eyes shut and breathing heavily. It wasn't long before her breathing softened and she started to drift off to sleep. Twilight, too, was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open. Ash's last act was to run her fingers through that unruly tangle of her violet hair, curling the hot pink streaks around her index finger. Her last thought was of maybe fetching a blanket, but she quickly vetoed that idea as it required more movement than she was capable of at the moment. Twilight's body was warm enough, anyway.
