A Taste Of Honey

“The deeper you go the higher you fly

The higher you fly the deeper you go

So come on (Come on) come on

Come on is such a joy

Come on is such a joy

Come on let's make it easy

Come on let's make it easy

Take it easy take it easy,

Everypony's got something to hide except for me and my pony”

[With poetic license] - Lennon and McCartney

Twilight turned and walked into Big Macintosh’s room and slowly closed the door.

Why did Applejack walk up to me like that? She certainly didn’t seem very happy...but seeing her in that wedding dress… I’m so confused... Looking into those eyes through that veil was almost more than I could take. Was she trying to tell me that I was being silly by following her into the kitchen in this outfit? She walked up to me and asked “Well?” Maybe she was paying me back for being such a pest, looking for a compliment. She sure wasn’t smiling or being cute about it. She looked a little angry, which, was, kind of attractive. Of course, she could be covered in mud, screaming at me and pelting me with rotten apple cores and I’d still find her attractive. Oh. if only she had turned around just now… If she was being cute with the wedding dress downstairs, you’d think she might have winked just now and nodded to follow her into the bedroom. She is acting so strangely…

Twilight noticed the second door in her bedroom. It was to the right of the bedroom door and was catty cornered.

Oh, right, that must be the bathroom.

She turned the knob and opened it, but as she did she gasped, suddenly remembering that it was a common bathroom that she shared with Rarity. To her great relief Rarity wasn't there. The decor was tasteful, with a sublte scent of apples. She’d imagined that tonight she would be in a bathroom here at the farm, primping for an eveniing of romance with Applejack. With a dejected sigh, she proceeded as she did each night. Opening the tooth/mouth care section of her overnight bag, she withdrew her toothbrush from its sanitary container and pulled the toothpaste from the protective tube. After laying the brush on the sink she squeezed out exactly one inch of toothpaste on the brush, then recapped the toothpaste and squeezed it from the bottom to remove any wrinkles from the tube. She looked in the mirror at the dejected pony in the negligee brushing her teeth, then turned away. Rinse and spit, rinse and spit, rinse and spit. Though she really didn't feel the need, she went over to the toilet, lifted the cover, turned around and sat down. The odd sensation of pressure between her legs caught her by surprise. Suddenly she remembered the bottom half of that outfit. Just as she was about to stand up and remove them, her curiosity compelled her to see just what things looked like behind see-through fabric.

She spread her legs a little wider. Through them, clearly visible she could see her genitals lightly pressing against the sheer silk.

What does it feel like to touch it?

Slowly her hoof went there and began caressing the silk.

Oh my... she shivered in pleasure.

As she continued, teasing and playing she could see that the hood of her clitoris was mashed against the fabric. At her continued stimulation, everything between her legs grew excited and she watched as the tip began to force its way out from under the hood and push up against the fabric, It was a little uncomfortable at first but to Twilight watching as her lips stiffened and unfolded like a pink flower was far more exciting (and arousing) than a little discomfort. She clenched her haunches and watched excitedly as her clitoris fully emerged and pushed the silk forward in a point, despite the tautness.

Oh this is sooo good...

Her thoughts went where they always did...

Applejack sitting with me, both of us, watching me get... a shiver of pleasure went through her uhhhhmm

Then it occurred to her that all the hopes for tonight, all the joy and excitement, all the possibilities she had hoped for Applejack and herself had come down to this: a sad little pony sitting in the bathroom masturbating.

Desire turned to sour despair and in that moment she was struck by the irony of wanting Applejack more than ever, not physically, but just to comfort her. The summer evening had worn on, as crazy as it had been, without a private word between her and Applejack. But surely there would be other nights? Other warm summer nights when Apple Bloom, Big Mac, and Granny Smith would all be away from the farm at the same time and Spike wouldn’t be there?

Yeah, sure.

Tonight had been the night, her love was new and her passion at its peak. The following days and weeks would be filled with frustrations and distractions. Tonight she could have confessed her love and maybe even…

For Twilight, the fuel for all her newly discovered moments of physical pleasure had been about Applejack’s possible loving her too, and the two of them celebrating their love like this. Now, despite the erotic and arousing sight between her legs and her level of arousal, she felt too depressed to go on.

There is no reason for me to sit here. I don’t have to go...she thought, Then she muttered grimly and smirked and I’m not sure I really want to keep doing this. Might as well just go to bed.

Twilight got up from the seat and was at once aware of the achy heaviness between her legs.

Oh wonderful! Now the only way to fix this is to masturbate, and I really don't want to. After I finish I usually imagine the day we would both have that wonderful feeling you have afterward and we would cuddle and hold each other. Now, if I got into bed and did it, I’d end by getting up, going to the bathroom and wiping myself down - once I’m done crying.

Angry and hurt, Twilight hopped up on the bed and sat down, immediately going into a sulk. The throbbing between her legs ached for release but she refused to give in. Her anger began to grow. Finally, she stacked the pillows against the headboard, leaned back, spread her legs and looking at the soaking wet panties. She growled

“You want to? Go ahead, I’m not going to stop you, just leave me and my broken heart out of it! I’m not interested I just want to be left alone!”

Knowing that there was a possibility that her annoying vagina would probably make a mess, she slid off the bed and went looking for a towel. There were several in the bathroom. Grabbing one, she marched back to bed. hopped up and lay back on the pillows again in order to let her hoof and her traitorous pussy engage in whatever deviant behavior they seemed determined to pursue. Passing the dresser and noticing a hoof mirror there, a thought occurred.

Equipped with the towel and hand mirror she climbed back up on the bed, spread out the towel, sat down on top of it, leaned back, spread her legs and with the mirror in her left hoof, looked at the image of her soaked panties in its reflection. Several moments later her right hoof went there and began its work.

No! You won’t get any help from me! With that Twilight reached over and turned out the lights. She lay there in pitch darkness and felt the hoof start its work.

That’s right, go ahead you filthy perverts - play to your heart's con-

Her sincere efforts at mental separation and the dichotomy she strived to create began to have a strange effect. Focusing entirely on the feelings between her legs and ignoring her hoof completely, it felt as though some other, unknown pony was there in the dark room with her. That pony’s hoof had found its way between her legs and was feeling her through the silk.

Then her focus changed. Now there was some other mare out there in the darkness and Twilight’s hoof had found its way to her. She thought about the other pony suppressing her moans as Twilight performed what was expected of her. She found that the mare was also wearing something satiny, and sought out the mare’s clitoris and lips as best she could, gently caressing them there in the darkness. Was she their slave - expected to please them at a moment's notice? How many mares lay in that room expecting her to come and please them?

Then she was back to being their plaything, there in the dark while some other pony “felt her up” as the book called it. The thoughts were so powerfully arousing that Twilight felt her body suddenly rushing toward an orgasm. The little round muscle under her tail was just about to start it all with a contraction when…

ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-CHOO!!

Twilight sneezed, and the experience was awful. She couldn’t tell if she’d had an orgasm or not. If she’d had one, it was the worst orgasm in the history of orgasms. Her hoof went down again but before she could even start, another sneeze built and she sneezed again. A moment later a tickling in her nose told her this was not going to stop. Furious, she reached over and turned the light on.

“Grrrrrrr!!” Twilight leaped out of bed, stopped and sneezed, then scooped up the wet towel, went into the bathroom, pulled off the panties and turned on the sink.

Getting *UH* my tail out of these - what a pain! She finally pulled them off, then grumbling all the curses she knew she washed and gently rinsed the silken fabric. Once it was clean she dried it with magic. Next was the towel. As she was drying it she sneezed again.

Now what?! What is that? Oh that is just great - my sneeze must have made me push out some of my wetness and now it’s dripping down my back legs. how am I going to fix that?

Twilight looked around the room and spotted the roll of toilet paper. She took several sheets and folded them before gently inserting it between the folds of her cleft. Still partially aroused, as she touched between her legs, a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

“Don’t you DARE start!” Twilight barked. Then she suddenly stopped and closed her eyes. “I can’t believe I have spent the past ten minutes sneezing and yelling at my vagina. I really need to get a life.”

“Okay, there we go - that should stop any more leaks..” She turned around to examine her work in the mirror. Along the length of her cleft, the tissue could be clearly seen, in addition a small white piece of the paper hung down.

“Well, I see you’ve surrendered. A wise choice, though you could have put up more of a fight..” Twilight said as she tore the little piece off.

I’ll bet I know what these pillows are stuffed with... she held her breath and inspected the tag Ah HAH! Duck and goose feathers! Great! Duck feathers - one of my few allergies! So much for sleeping here, or doing anyth-thi-thi-AaaCHOO! Anything else. I better see if anypony wants to switch rooms.

As she turned around, Twilight realized that the tissue could be seen and there was no way to really stuff it in - it would just force her cleft apart.

“Great! Now what? Wait - the bottoms of the outfit! You can see through them but they’re white, so that should help.

She pulled them on, grousing as she worked her tail through the hole in the back. A quick look and she decided it was okay.

Twilight carfully opened the door and went out into the hall. She looked at all the doors, trying to decide who to go to. Suddenly Applebloom’s door opened and Pinkie came out.

“Hi Pinkie,” Twilight whispered, “am I glad to see you!”

“Well that certainly is a surprise - after you dumped me! By the way - did you hear all that sneezing?”

“Yes Pinkie, and it was me, And I didn’t dump you! I think you were confused, I mean I think I confused you earlier at the fountain when we were talking. I’m really really sorry.”

“Well… apology accepted - for now! We’ll see about tomorrow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Twilight whispered emphatically.

“You’ll find out,” Pinkie said coyly with a sly smile, “Anyway, why are you so glad to see me?”

“I’m allergic to duck down.”

Pinkie immediately hit the floor and covered her head.

“Pinkie! What are you doing?”

“Didn't you just tell me to duck down?”

“No, that’s not what I said.”

“Whew! Then that was a close one!” Pinkie said, standing up.

“I was talking about the pillows! They’re duck down!”

Wham! Pinkie hit the deck again.

“Pinkie! Honestly! Will you please stop doing that?!”

“Will you stop telling me to?”

“Fine, how’s this - the pillows on Big Mac’s bed are full of du- feathers from a duck. I can’t sleep in there, I’m allergic to them.”

“You are?”

“Yes - that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”

“Oh, well, in that case you are totally forgiven - so, there you go!”

“There I go? What do you mean, there I go?”

“I LOVE duck down! So it never would have worked out between us, you know...” she leaned over and whispered into Twilight;s ear “...sexually…” then she straightened up and continued, “no matter who was the stallion and who was the mare.”

“Oh, uh yeah, well that’s good. I think... Anyway, would you like to switch rooms?

“Like to? I’d LOVE to! I love… DUCK DOWN!!”

Pinkie and Twilight both hit the floor without thinking. Without a word Twilight got back up and stared at a laughing Pinkie, gritted her teeth in rage, drew a deep breath and said with a sudden smile, “Great, I’ll get my things and you get yours.”

“Okee dokee loki,” Pinkie said as she stood up.

Relieved, Twilight went back into Big Mac’s room and packed her stuff back in her bag. Pinkie arrived moments later.

“Okay, all set Twilight. I would have told Fluttershy to expect you, but she is fast asleep.” Pinkie looked around suspiciously then whispered in Twilight;s ear, “I think she may have had a little too much cider.”

“Oh, well that explains a few things.” Twilight said, thinking back over the evening's events as she stepped out into the hall. Pinkie went in and started to close the door. Suddenly Twilight turned and pushed the door back a little, her eyes wide, “She doesn't have that Mistress Fluttershy outfit with her, does she?”

“No, of course not,”

“Whew - that’s a relief.”

“It’s in a bag in the closet.”

Twilight blanched, swallowed hard and sighed. “Well I guess I’ll have to take my chances,”

“Good luck with that.” Pinkie said and quickly closed the door. Twilight pulled her face back quickly to avoid getting hit by it.

*knock knock* Fluttershy? Twilight whispered softly ”are you awake?”

No answer. Twilight let out a deep sigh and trying to be as silent as she could, gingerly turned the knob and opened the door.

Fluttershy, in Apple Bloom’s bed, appeared to be fast asleep, breathing softly and quietly.

Twilight crept into the room, placed her saddlebags on the floor and slid between the sheets of the roll out cot.

The night was utterly silent and Twilight lay still. Thoughts of sex had long ago abandoned her, something for which she was grateful. Had Mistress Fluttershy discovered her masturbating…

She suddenly shivered.

There was a noise in the hall. A door opened and closed.

Rarity’s back…Well at least that...OH MY GOSH!!

Suddenly Twilight started to laugh. She covered her face with a pillow to stifle the noise but the images of Rarity and Pinkie and sex were hilarious. She imagined Rarity entering the dark room and Pinkie demanding to know who it was and Rarity ducking out when she realized it wasn’t Twilight followed by Pinkie pursuing her with all kinds of questions, then finally demanding sex.

Or…

Rarity, all warmed up, jumping into bed and grabbing the unsuspecting pony in all sorts of improper ways making Pinkie laugh and giggle as only she could, thus frustrating Rarity…

Or…

The two of them seeing each other and realizing that they were both lonely and had been through so much together. Pinkie remembering how happy Rarity had made that dragon by cutting off part of her tail and Rarity recalling Pinkie making all the ponies laugh like foals with her song. They would look into each other’s eyes and kiss tenderly. Then, with a knowing look between them, they would climb into bed, take the other into their arms and with sweet words of love and care, make love...

Twilight felt more lonely, depressed and angry than she had earlier. She held her breath, listening carefully for the sound of Rarity opening her bathroom door and going through the bathroom and into Big Mac’s room, determined to be utterly miserable. But nothing could be heard.

Then she heard a very cute sneeze. There was no doubt it was Pinkie. Nopony sneezed like that. Several more sneezes followed in quick succession.

I thought she said she wasn’t allergic to duck down? There wasn’t any dust that I could see and… goose down!! She must be allergic to goose down. I didn’t think to mention it. Now what?

Twilight heard a door open. She slipped out of bed and went to her door but held off opening it. Hooves on the floor passed her room. She waited a moment and then slowly opened her door a crack. Pinkie stood across the hall at Rainbow Dash’s door. She knocked softly. Several minutes passed without an answer.

Again, she knocked softly, “Dashieeeeee!” she whispered with serious intent.

A moment or two later Dash’s door opened and a very sleepy Rainbow Dash, her eyes squinting hard asked in an angry but hushed tone, “What is it Pinkie?! I was just about to fall asleep!”

“Goose down. Ah-ah-ah-choo!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Twilight and I switched bedrooms because she was allergic to the duck down in the pillows in Big Mac’s room and I love duck down but she forgot to tell me that it was a mix of duck down and goose down and I’m allergic to goose down so I started sneezing and looked at the pillows and found that they were both duck down and goose down so since I couldn't swap rooms back with Twilight because of the duck down and I really don’t want to wake up Fluttershy - you know because Mistress Fluttershy might think it was bad, I thought I should come here. So here I am. Wanna trade?”

Dash thought about the duck down then asked. “Was that you I heard dropping to the floor a little while ago?”

“Of course, silly! Why wouldn’t I?”

“Of course you would. Never mind. Let me get my stuff. I see you already have yours. Chill for a sec.”

Twilight closed the door quietly then placed her ear up against it. After several moments she heard the two of them talking again. She opened the door a crack. Rainbow was still dressed in the shiny, form fitting Wonderbolts outfit Rarity had made. Her saddlebags were across her back and she was standing out in the hall, speaking to Pinkie who was now in her room. Pinkie giggled, nodded and closed the door. Dash, shaking her head, walked back toward Big Mac’s room. Twilight closed her door.

The window in the room was open and Twilight walked over to it.

It’s the perfect night. The stars are bright and the moon is near its apogee. A crescent phase that allows the sun to illuminate the craters in bas relief. I wonder what it was like for Luna all those years? I wonder what’s going to happen when Rarity discovers Rainbow Dash in that bed? I don’t think there’ll be any laughing then. There will probably be… Oh Twilight why are you even thinking about it? You know it’s only going to upset you! Just go to bed and get some sleep.

Twilight walked back to the cot and angrily threw herself into it, casuing the springs to creak loudly. Lying there in the still night, Twilight found sleep utterly elusive. It was truly a sweet romantic night and it was being wasted.

Well maybe not by Rarity and Dash. That should be ME and Applejack! I don’t think they’re even filly foolers!! Wait, Rarity sure seemed to want to make an exception for me. I suppose I really should be flattered. She is certainly beautiful and desireable. Every colt and stallion drool as she trots past. And she wants me! I really don't know if she is serious or just having fun. Either way, I should take it as a compliment! But I love Applejack. She is the only pony I really want. That beautiful blonde mane, her green eyes, her firm flank…

Twilight sighed in frustration and anger and flipped over on her left side. The bed springs croaked in response.

She runs this whole damn farm, you’d think she’d be smart enough to see that I’m in love with her! I certainly have dropped enough hints!

Twilight turned over in bed, angry at the situation.

I mean she did wink at me outside when she said to Rarity that we were just best friends. What was THAT all about? It wasn’t just a cute meaningless wink - oh no, I know a cute meaningless wink and that was not a cute meaningless wink! I happen to know it was a VERY meaningful wink. Well I’m pretty sure it was. So why did she do it? Why didn’t she just tell me? She had to know why I was crying out there! She can be SO clueless!

Twilight spun to rest on her other side, causing the cot springs to creak yet again. She sighed again in frustration.

Then she heard it.

A soft sound.

Coming from the closet!

Her heart went into her throat and started beating like a woodpecker at a tree.

Mistress Fluttershy!! She’s going to take whinny and…

In the darkness Twilight was unable to see it Fluttershy was still in her bed. Over the sound of her thumping heart, she couldn’t hear whether the little Pegasus was still there, softly breathing.

As quietly as she possibly could, Twilight slipped out of bed and crept toward the door. With her magic, she tried to turn out the lights in the hall. It took several minutes but finally, she the light coming from under the door went out. There hadn’t been any more sounds from the closet, but over the sound of her heart she couldn't be sure that the Mistress wasn’t pulling on those scary boots or that corset, or those gloves, or that mask or picking up whinny…

The image of a black leather clad Mistress Fluttershy whipping a white negligee wearing Twilight instantly brought to mind a picture from one of the trashy books that Twilight had discovered under the bed of her roommate at the academy. She had to stifle a laugh.

She was able to open the door noiselessly.

My saddlebag will have to wait until tomorrow. .

Slowly Twilight crept out to the hall and carefully pulled the door shut.

Now where do I go?

There it was, Applejack’s door.

Twilight, shaking from the earlier fear and now from nervousness, went to it and knocked softly. There was no answer. “AJ? Are you there?” she whispered. The night remained silent. Twilight took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The knob turned easily in her hoof and ever so slowly she opened it several inches.

“Applejack?”

No answer. Twilight peered around the corner, though her eyes already adjusted to the darkness the room was really dark.

“Whew Applejack hadn't been kidding about the fragrance of “old pony!” she whispered.

It was very depressing and the most un-romantic smell she had ever encountered. The window in the room faced away from the moon but in the darkness, she could just make out the figure of Applejack, obviously very fast asleep.

Standing in the slightly opened doorway, Twilight looked around the room at what she could see. She was able to barely make out a couple of canes, a couple of walkers, two white girdles draped over a chair. There what looked like a glass on the nightside table with what looked to be teeth in them. The more she looked around, the more depressed she got.

I don’t want our first time to be here. I want our first time to be somewhere special, somewhere that means something. I’ll see if Pinkie won;t mind sharing the bed in Applejack’s room.

Twilight, closed the door and went to Applejack’s room, where Pinkie now slept. She gave a soft knock at the door. There wasn’t any answer so she decided to just, open it. By the moonlight, she could see the back of the pink pony as she lay there on her side, asleep. Twilight climbed in beside her, pulled up the blanket and softly sighed.

“Oh Pinkie,” she whispered as quietly as she could.”I know you’re asleep but I need to pretend to talk to somepony. I just don’t know anymore. I feel so confused. First I somehow give Rarity the idea that I’m looking to be more than just friends. Then, as I was leaving the Carousel Boutique, I happened to glance back in. Rarity was on her way up the stairs and following her… well never mind. Then, I go to you for help and you somehow get the idea, that I want you to tell me that you love me when we get here tonight. After that I think something happened with Rainbow, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was, and finally Fluttershy shows me how all the animals mate. Then she tells me that she thinks I’m really cute and she, at least I think she said this, she want’s to bite my butt. And finally as I’m leaving her cottage, she tells me that I should come over sometime and… well, I’d rather not say. I’m so sorry I confused you at the fountain in town Pinkie, but I think I might have had had some really hard cider at the Carousel Boutique, even though that’s no excuse, I feel like I owe everypony and apology and an explanation. Even Fluttershy - wow is she ever full of surprises. What she said to me as I was leaving her cottage, I’m too embarrassed to tell you, but believe me, I was more surprised than I have ever been in my life.I know you’re asleep Pinkie, but thanks for listening anyway. Good night.”

“My pleasure and you have a good night now too…

...sugarcube...”