B-sides and Rarities

Had we but world enough, and time,

This coyness, Lady, were no crime

We would sit down and think which way

To walk and pass our long love's day.

Andrew Marvell – To His Coy Mistress

As long as they were together, everything seemed simple. The red tint disappeared from Silver Spoon’s vision – in fact, the only red object she could see at the moment was Twist’s mane. Her face was buried in it, she wanted to feel its touch on her skin, let the delicate scent of peppermint fill her nostrils, savour the taste…

Because of all the recent events, she’d almost forgotten how she liked to play with her hair. In fact, that was one of the reasons why she usually braided her mane. Diamond Tiara’s death, quarrels with Scootaloo, long journey, and a violent fight with the soldiers drained her physically and emotionally. Now, sitting with Twist and hugging her, she started to learn to feel again.

They were half-sitting half-lying on the couch in a tight embrace, enjoying the warmth of their bodies. Silver Spoon ran her hooves through Twist’s fur and felt a patch of scar tissue on her foreleg, where she had accidentally wounded her. She shuddered and gave out a little sob.

“What’th wrong?” Twist asked. She was now stroking Silver Spoon’s mane, rocking back and forth with her.

“N-nothing…” Silver Spoon muttered. “I… I almost killed you… And you…”

“Ssh,” Twist whispered into her ear. “I forgave you long time ago. Thtop blaming yourthelf for that.”

“I can’t… I… You’re too good for me… Who am I? A murderer… A psychopath whose only friend died in her hooves…”

Now Twist shuddered, remembering the dream she had only two days ago. Silver Spoon felt it.

“See? I’m not worth of you… What if one day I lose control? I may accidentally hurt you…”

Twist kissed her. It was a short and awkward kiss, just like the day when they kissed for the first time.

“I already told you that I’m your friend, Silver.” she said, patting the sobbing filly’s head. “I’ll alwayth be there for you… I’ll help you learn to control yourthelf…”

She wrapped her arms around Silver and began massaging her back. Their lips locked again, the frames of their glasses touching. Their tongues met and they gently lowered themselves on the couch.

Their lips parted. Silver Spoon opened her eyes and saw Twist watching her carefully. She didn’t know what to say. Various feelings were fighting each other inside of her; her sadness withdrew, clashing with the warmth of kindness emanating from the red-maned filly. She still felt she didn’t deserve to be with a pony like Twist, but she was actually happy to lie with her on that couch in this underground room. Part of her wanted to dance cheerfully, while the other part was about to break into a fit of hysteria.

For a minute or two, they were just staring at each other, not making a move. Silver felt that Twist’s hoof was touching her inner thigh again. The filly was blushing heavily, and Silver couldn’t help but think that she looked cute that way. She sighed. Time to be a mature one, for a change.

“We’d better chill out,” she muttered, “Scootaloo can accidentally walk in on us…”

Twist nodded her head. Her eyes lost some of their spark and her blush began to slowly disappear. Silver Spoon saw her own reflection in her glasses and, to her surprise, she discovered that she was smiling faintly.

“On a second thought,” she said, “after the refugee camp, Scootaloo knows that she should knock.”

She kissed Twist’s forehead, sniffing her mane again. She ran her hoof down the tempest of red locks, causing her fillyfriend to giggle and embrace her closer. Upon sensing the peppermint again, Silver felt something new. A bizarre, almost physical pleasure.

It wasn’t an exactly new feeling for her. Before the war (now it seemed like centuries ago), after having a couple of quite explicit dreams, usually revolving around Diamond Tiara playing with her mane she began to experiment with her body. After a few more or less successful attempts in touching herself, she managed to bring herself to climax. She remembered exactly a short moment of pure ecstasy, the wonderful emptiness of her mind, followed by an awkward realisation of what she’d just done.

It was about then, when she’d discovered that she was interested in fillies. Colts almost never appeared in her dreams. Her mother had explained to her that there was nothing wrong with that and that there were other fillies and mares like her.

Too bad, Diamond Tiara wasn’t one of them.

Silver Spoon was surprised when she’d discovered that Twist was also like her. She always considered her innocent, prude and sexually oblivious. The hoof on her thigh was a proof that she was wrong. Yet, doing that with her seemed wrong – she was repulsed by the very idea of having sex with a pony whom she’d almost killed, and who, despite that, was so good for her. A pony who loved her with the whole her heart, even though Silver wasn’t sure if she loved her too.

In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to love anypony.

Twist was like a beacon in a dark void Silver Spoon’s mind had become. She was hardly anything more. Silver felt that having sex with her would be almost an abuse, yet the sparks in her eyes, smell of her mane, and the hoof wandering up her thigh were making the rational part of her mind blur, taken over by the lust.

She spread her hind legs and felt their fillyhoods touching. The blood rushed in her veins, she felt Twist’s heart pounding against her chest. Silver kissed her forehead and her lips, then moved down to her neck. Then she began rubbing her clit against Twist’s body.

Twist moaned. Silver Spoon froze, not sure if it was pain or pleasure. But then filly embraced her, whispering something into her ear. Silver started to rub her fillyhood against Twist’s again. It felt rough; young and inexperienced as she was, she didn’t get wet enough and soon she paused again. She actually liked the pain – there was something soothing about it, calming down the raging tempest of hormones that were now ruling her body – but she felt that she was hurting Twist.

She decided to try something different; she lowered herself, kissing Twist’s chest and stomach. She sat down over her, rubbing her fillyfriend’s belly with her left hoof, causing Twist to moan before erupting into a fit of giggles. Silver lowered her other foreleg on her fillyhood, poking it gently, sending a small sparks of pleasure through her body. When she looked down, she noticed that she was sitting on Twist’s tail. For a moment, she hesitated, but then grabbed it and began circling her hoof around her clit. Just the touch of the red, curly hair was driving her crazy.

Twist didn’t notice that, too absorbed by Silver’s left hoof, which she was gradually lowering, playing with her fur and slowly crawling to its final goal.

It felt weird to touch down there somepony other than herself. As Silver Spoon’s experience so far was based only on her own hooves and a romance novel she’d borrowed from Diamond Tiara, she had to make several attempts before landing her hoof on Twist’s clit.

Twist shuddered in excitation and bucked her hips, prompting Silver to put her hoof deeper. Silver’s pants became moans as she was bringing herself to a climax. Her arousal soaked Twist’s tail, the smell teasing her nostrils, making her even more excited. She felt the pressure building in her hips. Pleasure was slowly growing more intense. Only half-formed thoughts were running through her brain; her heart was beating frantically, nearly cracking her ribs. She pulled her hoof out of her fillyhood and smacked her flank in place where ricocheted bullet had hit her. A jolt of pain almost drove her over the edge. She clenched her teeth, rubbing herself quicker.

Suddenly, the world around her exploded. A hot wave of pleasure spread on her whole body, her muscles spasming uncontrollably. Unable to stop herself, she gave out a long moan, before falling down numbly, her head landing softly on Twist’s stomach. Some juices erupted from her pussy, dripping on Twist’s tail and the sofa they were lying on. It wasn’t much, but it never happened before, when she was touching herself.

Silver slowly opened her eyes, feeling almost devoid of power. She was Twist staring at her in anticipation. She grinned sheepishly, still in post-orgasm haze. Her hooves were numb, yet she still had to give her fillyfriend a release.

Suddenly, she thought about the romantic novel she’d read, and a certain description from it. She lowered her head, wrapping Twist’s hind leg around her shoulders and stuck out her tongue, slowly licking her friend’s pussy.

The taste was weird at first. It wasn’t peppermint, of course, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She licked once more, unsure if what she was doing felt good to Twist.

“Yes…” Twist moaned and grabbed Silver Spoon’s mane. It felt to Silver like an electric impulse. She began licking a bit faster, the smell filling her nostrils. It felt almost hypnotizing; she wrapped her hooves around Twist’s hind legs, spreading them further, and stuck her tongue deep inside her.

“Oh… right here…” Twist moaned when Silver’s tongue hit her g-spot. She was massaging her head, pulling her braids; she knew well how Silver liked it.

Silver Spoon moaned loudly. She lowered her hoof to her vagina and began rubbing her clit gently, shuddering from pleasure. She retreated her tongue and raised her head, just to look into Twist’s eyes; to see the joy and anticipation in them.

“Don’t thtop…” Twist cooed. Silver Spoon smirked and lowered her head, licking her lips.

Twist gave out another moan, clenching her muscles around Silver Spoon’s tongue. Each move was sending a spark of pleasure through her spine. She threw her head backwards, bucking her hips and pulling Silver’s braids. She started to laugh, panting heavily, tears flowing from her eyes.

“Watch… out…” Silver Spoon groaned. When Twist pulled her mane, a jolt of pain, strangely mixed with arousal, sent her over the edge once again. She rolled off of the sofa, panting heavily, fur between her hind legs damp and matted. She looked around only to find out that her vision was blurry – the lenses of her glasses were covered with Twist’s juices. She took them off and put them on the nightstand before sitting on the sofa next to Twist.

“Wow…” she said with a sigh. “That was…” For a while she was looking for the right word to describe what had just happened, but her mind felt empty. All the sadness and anger that had been overwhelming her for the last few days disappeared.

“Mhm…” Twist smiled and hugged her, planting a kiss on her cheek. Only then Silver Spoon realised that she was blushing furiously. She giggled and returned the kiss.