Author's Note

This chapter depicts 18-year-old girls having sex with older men, including father-daughter incest. If you find this disturbing or unpalatable, you are advised to walk away now.

Blackout

A light, steady rain swept across Canterlot. The skies were heavy with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled faintly, creating a gentle undercurrent to the patter of rain.

In the den of Rainbow Dash's suburban home, Rainbow was adrift on a sea of papers, with Twilight Sparkle and Timber Spruce as her only companions in the metaphorical lifeboat. Every so often, the lights would flicker faintly as one of the louder rumbles of thunder rolled over the house. Rainbow had called Twilight up to ask for help with her college applications; Twilight had shown up with Timber, asking if Rainbow minded them using her den to work on Camp Everfree's finances.

Timber looked up from his phone with a grimace. "Well, I'm sure not headed back home tonight," he said. "Flash flood warning, roads out to Camp Everfree are under water."

"I think we might be stuck here overnight," Twilight added hoarsely, looking at her own phone. "I'm already coming down with something, I really don't want to get out in this rain. Umm...we won't be putting you out or anything, will we?"

"Nah, it's cool," Rainbow said. "We've got plenty of room for you guys to crash." She grimaced and flipped through a sheaf of papers, then flumped forward onto the table. "Why's this college application stuff gotta be so much work?" she complained. "I didn't have to do anything to get into CHS but show up at the front door."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but college is different," she said. "There's enrollment requirements, scholarships, transcripts..." She frowned. "Timber? Where are the tax papers from the year before last?"

"Hm? They should be in there," he said. "But why do you need them for this? What do two year old tax forms have to do with balancing the camp budget now?"

Twilight coughed, grimaced, and took a big sip of water. "Because I need to know how much of a write-off you get for donations and maintenance expenses and I need five years' worth of tax documents to estimate it as accurately as possible." She adjusted her glasses. "I think. Science is my thing, not economics." She sighed. "I think you're gonna need to bite the bullet and hire an accountant here. I honestly don't know what I'm doing."

Timber sighed. "Yeah, probably," he said. "Well, at least a couple of our alumni are accountants, I can probably get a cheaper fee." He stretched, cracking his back, and looked out the window. "Man, it's comin' down even harder," he said.

Rainbow turned to watch the rain, a tired frown on her face. "Yeah, I don't feel like doin' this shit right now," she decided. "Let's clean up this mess and deal with it later, my brain is fried."

"Works for me," Twilight said with a grimace, taking off her glasses and massaging the bridge of her nose. "I'm starting to get a headache."

Timber winced. "You don't sound so good," he said.

"Just a sore throat," Twilight said. Her voice was harsh and raspy. "Little rest, I'll be fine."

"You can use my room," Rainbow said. "Nice and quiet upstairs."

"Thanks," Twilight said, standing up and cracking a yawn. "Sorry about this," she mumbled as she shuffled off.

"It's cool, no worries," Timber said. "We'll clean up here and find something quiet to do."

As Twilight shambled upstairs, Rainbow started putting her college paperwork back in the big folder she kept it in while Timber started shuffling Camp Everfree's financial documents back into folders and cardboard boxes. "You know, I honestly didn't think you two would still be together," Rainbow said conversationally. "I mean, I figured you'd maybe have one or two dates after camp then kinda drop off each other's radars."

Timber scratched his cheek. "Well, it's not like we're a couple or anything. I mean, like you said, we..." He sighed. "We did go out a couple of times, and we texted pretty much every day for a while, but then she got busy with her stuff and I got busy with the repairs to the camp..." He shook his head. "Besides, I think we're in a better place as friends who do a little flirting every now and then, really. I don't think we'd be able to keep up a real relationship." He cleared his throat. "So, uhh...is she seeing anybody?"

"Twilight? Oh, totally. She's got like, four different boyfriends," Rainbow said cheekily. At Timber's flat, unamused expression, she snickered. "No, she isn't," she said. "I mean, unless Sunset Shimmer's gayer than I thought, but Sunset's been goin' out with Flash Sentry again, so..." Rainbow shrugged. "But honestly? That's pretty much all of us right now. I mean, not really a lot of guys at CHS I'd call boyfriend material, and we're all kinda...I mean, graduation isn't too far off, we're all dealin' with this mess, right now we're all about makin' the most of our last year, y'know?"

"Yeah," Timber said, nodding. "I remember senior year." He smiled. "So, paperwork aside, are you looking forward to college?"

"I guess," Rainbow said listlessly. "I mean, I know I gotta go, but..." She looked around the room and sighed. "Me goin' off to college means Dad's gonna have to sell the house. I don't like that. I mean, we've lived here since we moved from Cloudsdale almost ten years ago."

Timber winced. "College that expensive for you?"

"No, I've got scholarships," Rainbow said. "Thing is, Dad can't really keep this place up on his own." She cast her eyes down at the table.

Timber frowned, sensing her somber mood. "Sorry if it's a bad subject, but...your mom?"

Rainbow sighed. "She died back in my sophomore year," she said. "Fell off a ladder, broke her neck."

"Oh man," Timber said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's been hard on Dad," Rainbow said. "I had to make myself get over it fast so I could help him get over it. But sometimes, well..." She shook her head and stood up. "I'm gonna grab some snacks. Find somethin' cool to watch on TV."

A tremendous crash of thunder shook the house. The lights flickered, dimmed, then went out.

"Or not," Rainbow muttered, groaning.

* * * * *

Twilight lay on Rainbow Dash's bed, half-asleep, staring at the dark ceiling. Occasional flashes of lightning flooded the otherwise-dark room with brief bursts of strobing illumination, casting the room's contents into sharp, shadowy reliefs which, to her unaided vision, were blurs of grey and black. Her glasses lay on the bedside table next to an alarm clock which was blank and dead with the power out. Her shoes and socks were tucked neatly under Rainbow's desk chair, over which she'd hung her sweater and bow tie. She wasn't going to strip down all the way just to rest in a friend's bed, especially when she wasn't alone in the house, but she'd felt too overdressed for proper rest and relaxation.

She was half-asleep when she heard movement from the hall. She raised her head and squinted; it was too dark to really see anything, but there was definitely somebody standing in the doorway. It was too tall and broad to be Rainbow Dash. *It must be Timber checking up on me,* she decided. She let out a sleepy moan and laid back down, throwing an arm across her face.

After a moment, she felt the bed creak and shift underneath her as the weight of another body settled down at the foot. She blinked, pursing her lips. She was about to ask what was up when she felt a rough, callused hand on her bare leg, gently caressing her calf, making its way up her thigh. Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. The hand moved back down the length of her leg; its owner shifted around, then pulled both of her legs across a rough lap with strong, hard muscles.

Twilight blushed furiously as he started rubbing and kneading her feet. *Oh wow. Timber's in a frisky mood.* It was the first time he'd ever touched her so wantonly. Her breath hitched in her throat as those strong hands worked their way up her legs, stroking her thighs.

*Is this his way of saying he wants to start dating again?*

He spent several moments rubbing her thighs, drawing heavy gasps from her as a hot flush slowly spread through her body. More than once, his hands went underneath her skirt, almost all the way to her panty line, before retreating to the mid-thigh area. Then, his hands crept up Twilight's body, ghosting over her skirt, to the hem of her blouse. Her breath hitched as coarse fingers slipped underneath the fabric, tracing her smooth tummy for a moment before withdrawing and fumbling with the buttons.

*Oh my gosh, this is actually happening...Timber's really doing this. And in Rainbow Dash's room, on Rainbow Dash's bed...!*

A thrill raced through Twilight's body, setting her nerves on fire. She'd never been in this situation before. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. Her lips parted and she trembled in anticipation as the last button was undone and her blouse spread open. Callused hands roamed across her stomach and chest; she let out a loud gasp as her breasts were seized and kneaded through her bra, arching her back. He slipped his hands underneath her and unhooked her bra, then lifted it away. She curled her fingers into the sheets at her side as he took hold of her breasts again, fondling and kneading, lightly pinching and tweaking her nipples.

*I wonder why he isn't saying anything. Isn't there supposed to be some kind of dialogue when you're doing this? Should I say something? Should I try to talk dirty? No...no, bad idea. I don't know the first thing about talking dirty, that's more Rainbow's thing, or Pinkie's...*

His hands slipped away from her breasts, and a moment later, they were under her skirt again, desperately kneading her thighs. Higher and higher, and now his hands were on her hips, then under her, kneading her butt through her panties. His fingertips slipped underneath the top of her panties and began to pull at them.

Panic, terror, and excitement gripped Twilight's heart.

This was one of those life-changing moments.

She could cry out now, move off the bed, stop this.

She could lie there and let him take off her panties. If that happened, there'd be no turning back. Whatever happened next, she'd be committed to it...right? At what point did a girl lose control of what happened next? What was the etiquette here? Twilight didn't know, and the window of opportunity—the chance to end this spontaneous encounter—was shrinking fast.

She took a deep breath.

She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to slowly strip off her panties.

The soft silk slid down her legs, and then was gone. His hands returned, moving from her feet up her calves, then up her thighs, under her skirt...

She cried out sharply, her voice ragged and wet, as coarse fingers probed at her sex. A thick thumb pressed into the cleft of her slit, parting the flesh and rubbing firm circles that drew hitching, panting breaths from her. His other hand went back to her chest, kneading her breast as he rubbed and teased her sex. "Oh God," she croaked, her voice rough and raspy.

He prised open her slit and shoved a finger inside her, perhaps a bit more roughly than was comfortable. There was an urgency, a neediness to his motions as he probed and quested around her love tunnel with that thick, rough finger. Twilight moaned low in her throat, arching her back, thrusting her crotch against that questing hand. She'd never felt anything like this; her body was on fire, every nerve in her sex screaming at her in ways she'd never imagined. She hissed sharply when his thumb brushed against her clit. She could feel the wet warmth flooding her sex as he added a second finger, curling the tips against her hood and pulling slightly as he thrust into her again and again. Her breasts jiggled with each panting breath, and she screwed her eyes shut tight.

After some minutes of rough, needy fingering that brought Twilight to the brink of ecstasy, he stopped and pulled his fingers out with a slurp-pop sound. Fighting down a whimper, she waited, tense. Disappointment flooded her being as she felt his weight shift, then move off the bed. *That's it? We're done?*

Then she heard the soft, muted thump of a man's cargo pants hitting the floor. Her eyes flew open wide as his weight returned to the bed and she felt his body heat, so close.

The room was pitch black, now, and without her glasses, she could barely even make out the outline of his head above hers, let alone his face. Still, as he hitched her skirt up and took hold of her thighs, spreading them apart, she knew full well what was happening, what he intended to do next.

*This is it. This is really it. Oh my gosh...I can't believe it. Timber really wants to...right here, right now...*

It was wrong. They were guests in Rainbow's house. They weren't even dating anymore! This kind of thing, she shouldn't be doing this, she wasn't ready...

The fire in her crotch said otherwise. The longing, the need that burned through her body. Desire, roused but left unfulfilled.

She took a deep breath.

"Do it," she whispered roughly.

He shifted around, and she felt the hot stiffness of his manhood against her flushed sex. He rubbed his shaft along her slit a few times, and she marveled at the girth, heat, and firmness of what she felt. *Oh my god, is that...that's going to go inside my body...!*

And then, with a slow but deliberate thrust, he entered her, and Twilight Sparkle stopped caring about anything but the huge dick inside her hot, wet pussy.

* * * * *

Timber frowned, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you hear that?"

Rainbow shrugged. "Probably just my dad. Guess he's watching porn or something, he does that sometimes."

"Uhh, Rainbow? The lights are out."

"Oh yeah."

An awkward pause. The sounds from upstairs started getting louder.

"Uhh, Rainbow?" Timber said in a confused and hesitant tone. "I've been a camp counselor long enough to know what a teenage girl getting banged sounds like."

Rainbow's brow furrowed. "Yyyeah," she said slowly. "That...definitely sounds li—" Her eyes shot open wide. "Ooooooh no. Oh crap oh crap oh CRAP!"

Timber stood up, alarmed. "Rainbow? What's going on up there? Is...is that Twilight? What's—"

"Dammit, Dad, what are you doing?!" Rainbow snarled, shooting to her feet. "When I—" She froze. A note of dread entered her voice. "He thinks it's me," she said in a dull tone.

A flash of lightning illuminated the confused, horrified look on Timber's face. "Uhh, if your dad thinks you're upstairs, then why—"

"It's their wedding anniversary," Rainbow said in a rush as she scrambled for the stairs with her phone out and lighting the way, Timber hot on her heels. "Dad's been really really depressed lately, so I—" She flushed scarlet. "I told him I'd be Mom for him tonight. But then I got caught up in all this college crap and then this storm came along and I guess I forgot and OH GOD, my dad's fucking one of my friends and..." She shook her head and charged up the stairs.

"You were gonna...with your dad?!" Timber cried.

"I'm the best daughter ever, alright? Now shut up and come on!"

* * * * *

Twilight let out moan after ragged moan as her lover pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room, punctuated by his labored, desperate grunts. The rolling thunder provided the soundtrack to their passion; occasionally, a flash of lightning gave Twilight a blurry, strobing silhouette of the man passionately, desperately fucking her. She had long since wrapped her arms around him, shoving her hands up the back of his T-shirt, reveling in the firm muscles of his back, digging her fingernails into him as she bucked her hips into him, taking him as deep as she could stand into her tight, virgin pussy.

She'd heard that sex hurt, that there was some pain involved. That was certainly true; having him inside her wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. And yet, there was a desperation, a growing need in her own body. An urgency to be filled, to feel that hot, thick length of flesh hammer into her again and again.

It was one of the most amazing feelings she'd ever experienced.

He still hadn't spoken a word, but every once in a while, Twilight thought she felt a hot tear splash on her face. She had to be imagining that—it was probably sweat. After all, she was sweating profusely as he railed her over and over again, and his back was slick with sweat.

A bright, jangling light danced in the doorway, catching Twilight's attention. Looking past the dark blur of her lover's shoulder, she saw a blurry light swinging wildly around and became dimly aware of the pounding of feet on the hallway floor. Her eyes flew open. *Crap, Rainbow heard us and she's coming to check it out and she's gonna find me and Timber doing THIS on her bed and—*

"DAD!" Rainbow Dash yelled, her voice laced with panic. "DAD, THAT'S NOT—"

The power came back on. The harsh glare of an overhead light made Twilight wince.

The pounding of cock into her sex stopped very suddenly.

"Oh God," a male voice croaked. One that was not Timber Spruce. "Oh...oh my God, I..."

A blue blur swam into Twilight's vision. Frowning, she reached a trembling hand out to the bedside table and grabbed her glasses, shaking the stems open with practiced ease and shoving them onto her face. She found herself staring into the horrified face of Rainbow Dash's father.

She blinked. "What? Mr. Hothoof? Wha—"

Her eyes flew wide open.

*I...I just had sex...with Rainbow's dad?!*

"DAD!" Rainbow yelled. Twilight glanced over to see her standing just inside the door, looking nauseated. Behind her, Timber stared at the scene, his eyes filled with horror and anger, as well as another emotion that Twilight didn't really want to think about.

Bow shook his head and backed away from Twilight. "Oh shit," he said. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't know—" He looked from Twilight to Rainbow and back, confusion and dread written on his face. "I didn't know!"

"Dad, get AWAY from her!" Rainbow hissed. "Get off the bed! Timber, get—get out of here, Twilight doesn't need you seeing—"

Twilight's own thoughts drowned out Rainbow's frantic barking of orders to the two men. Her eyes darted around the room. Rainbow Dash was livid. Timber didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Mr. Hothoof was frozen with dread and shock. Twilight sat up, looking him up and down. Looking at his dick, glistening with her love juices even as it went limp.

She frowned as her mind struggled to piece together what was happening. A piece was missing. It didn't add up...

"Mr. Hothoof?" Twilight asked. Everything went quiet. All eyes turned to her. Twilight looked into Bow's eyes. "Umm...who did you think you were, umm..." She pushed her slipping glasses up her sweat-slick nose. "Who did you think I was?"

"Umm..." Bow went even more pale.

Rainbow's face went from anger to embarrassed shame and dread in a heartbeat. "Me," she said numbly. "He thought you were me."

Twilight blinked at that, struggling to process it. "...what?!"

Rainbow sighed and looked away, her face burning red. "It's...it's Mom and Dad's anniversary," she said. She glanced at Bow, then looked away. "I...I was gonna be Mom for him tonight. But I kinda...forgot."

"Oh," Twilight said numbly, blinking slowly. "So...you and your dad..."

"No!" Bow said, shaking his head frantically. "I mean, we're not—! We're not weird or anything! I mean..." He ducked his head. "No, it's not—"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no. Even before Mom died you liked to check out my tits when I started, y'know, havin' 'em." She laughed. "Of course, so did Mom." She let out a long sigh. "Awkward..."

Timber's face said what Twilight was thinking: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Bow cleared his throat. "Umm...l-look, Twilight, I...I'm sorry. Really. I...I can't make this up to you, I mean, this is so wrong and so...it's..." He sighed. "I'm a dead man, huh?"

Twilight sighed. "You didn't know," she said. "You thought...and I didn't say anything, and I thought you were, well..." She blushed. "I thought you were Timber, and...and I didn't exactly stop you..." She laughed shakily. "I mean, this is just a really awkward misunderstanding..."

"Uh, Twi?" Rainbow said. "This is...way beyond an awkward misunderstanding. My dad just fucked you in my bed, that's..." She shook her head. "How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm not," Twilight said. "I'm totally freaking out right now. I just..." She shook her head. "I don't know what I want to do now. Part of me wants to scream, part of me wants to run out of here and run all the way home in the rain, part of me wants to run to the bathroom and throw up, part of me wants to laugh out loud..." She took a deep breath, then finished, "And part of me really wants your dad to finish what he started."

Everyone blinked. "What?" Rainbow and Timber cried.

Twilight blushed, looking away with coy eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I'm kinda squicked out that I lost my virginity to your dad, but..." She inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. "Up until I knew who was really screwing me, it was pretty amazing." She played with a strand of her hair. "And, umm...I'm kinda still...not really ready to just stop."

Timber stared at her. "Twilight?" he asked, sick with dread.

Twilight looked straight at Bow. "We were both pretty into it before the lights came back on," she said. "If...if you want to keep going, I...I think I'd be okay with that."

Bow shook his head. "N-no, I...I couldn't, it's...it's wrong..."

Twilight let out a bark of laughter. "Mr. Hothoof, you were gonna do this with your own daughter," she pointed out. "How is this any worse?"

Bow frowned, pursing his lips in thought. "Huh...good point," he said.

"Dad!" Rainbow groaned, facepalming.

"Twilight, just...no, this is—" Timber began.

Twilight glanced at him. "Oh, um...you can stay and watch," she said. "I mean, I thought I was doing it with you in the first place, so..."

Timber blushed. "Y-you mean...if I wanted to, umm...if I wanted to sleep with you, you'd—?"

"Maybe," Twilight said. "But...right now..." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, giving Bow a coy, inviting look.

Bow's eyes roamed over her body. His dick rose to mast again. "Are...are you sure?" he asked.

Twilight nodded.

Rainbow sighed and flopped down in her desk chair. "Fine," she grumbled. She shook her head. "Shoulda known Twilight'd turn out to be freaky," she muttered under her breath. "It's always eggheads and girls like Fluttershy..."

"You know I heard that," Twilight said.

"Good, because I said it," Rainbow retorted.

"Hey, you were gonna fuck your own dad," Timber pointed out. "You're in no position to judge."

"Yeah yeah," Rainbow said dismissively, her face burning. "So...you're, um...you're really okay with us watching?"

Twilight blushed. "W-well..." She swallowed. "Y-yeah, I...I am...I think."

Bow coughed. "Umm...Twilight?" he said sheepishly. "If...if we're gonna keep going, I..." He twiddled his thumbs. "I think it'd be hotter with you on top."

Twilight blinked. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Timber said. "Twilight's definitely an on-top kind of girl."

Twilight's head whipped around to face him. "Excuse me?"

"I...think that was a compliment?" Rainbow interpreted. She smirked. "Just roll with it."

"O-oh," Twilight said, playing with her hair. "O-okay." Bow shifted around to sit on the bed; Twilight got off the bed and, looking down at herself, took a minute to shed her rumpled clothing, blushing as she exposed her fully nude body to the room. She straddled Bow, who pulled her into position, his stiff cock throbbing against her sex. His hands placed firmly on her ass, Bow guided himself back into Twilight's pussy. She inhaled sharply, then bore down on him hard, driving his cock deep into her body.

"Whoa," Rainbow said, cheeks flaming. Timber watched, eyes wide, his own cock bulging in his pants.

As Bow began thrusting up into Twilight and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion, the lights died again. A tremendous crash of thunder shook the house.

"Aww, dammit!" Rainbow cried.

"Don't...stop, Mr. Hothoof," Twilight said, panting and grunting in the darkness. "Oh god...nggh...!"

"Well this sucks," Timber said. "Got a camp lantern or anything?"

"Out in the back shed, but it's pouring rain out there," Rainbow said with a sigh.

"Damn," Timber said. "Well, guess there's only one thing to do."

"Hmm? What—hey!" Rainbow cried, startled, as Timber pawed at her breasts through her shirt, then took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. "Who said you could—"

"If we can't watch, we might as well have our own fun," Timber said as he unhooked Rainbow's bra and slipped his hands under the loosened cups, kneading her breasts.

Rainbow rolled her eyes in the darkness. "Sure, why not," she said. She stood up and started peeling off her clothes; she heard Timber fumble with his belt and drop his pants. For a few moments, they clumsily felt at each other, with Timber blindly groping around until he found Rainbow's crotch and rubbed her flushed sex, drawing a gasp from her. Then, he bent her over the desk and pulled her ass up high, probing her slit with his cock.

"Ack!" Rainbow cried. "What happened to being on top being hot?"

"That's for Twilight," Timber said as he prodded her slit and kneaded her firm ass. "I'd rather do you like this."

"O-okay," Rainbow said. Then she hissed sharply as Timber speared her. "O-oh fff...aaaaaah...!" She grunted and braced herself with her hands, gripping the sides of the desk tightly. Her breasts rubbed against the top of her desk with each thrust, squashed by the cheap wood. Timber grunted as he hilted inside her; Rainbow grit her teeth, her breath coming in ragged gasps and short, quiet moans.

The two girls' moans, the men's grunts, and the sharp slapping of flesh on flesh filled the darkness, underscored by the steady patter of rain on the window and punctuated by rumbles of thunder.

The rain continued to fall long into the night...

* * * * *

At three in the morning, the lights finally came back on for good.

Twilight lay on her back on Rainbow's bed, half-asleep and completely spent, congealed sex fluids collected around her crotch, on her face, and on her body, her glasses askew and her hair a complete mess.

Rainbow Dash knelt in the middle of the floor, Timber and Bow standing over her. She had a cock in each hand and was stroking them, occasionally taking either her father or Timber into her mouth. They came all over her face and tits; she let their spent dicks slip from her hands and dropped to her butt on the floor.

The guys turned out to be more pent up than either girl could have bargained for, and had more stamina than Rainbow expected. They'd taken turns with each girl; after spending their loads, they would pick one girl, lay her out on the bed, and spend long minutes groping and fondling her, exploring every inch of her body. The girls, in turn, had given both men head, as well as handjobs.

Somewhere around midnight, they decided to double-team Twilight. Rainbow half-watched, half-listened (with the lights coming and going) as her dad stuffed his dick in Twilight's mouth while Timber fucked her pussy. After they finished with her, it was Rainbow's turn; to Rainbow's dismay, Timber decided he wanted to fuck her in the ass, and so she found herself sandwiched between her father and Timber Spruce, grunting and gasping and hissing in pain as they pounded her from the front and the back. Once they came, Rainbow crawled over to Twilight and flopped down on top of her, playing with her tits while she waited for her ass to stop hurting.

Now, as an exhausted Rainbow sat on the floor with fresh cum splattered all over her face, Timber and Bow staggered toward the door. "Think...I'm gonna pass out," Timber said.

"Same here," Bow said. "Oh god, I needed that..." He looked into the room, to the two weary girls, and swallowed. "Are...are you two okay?"

"Just fine, Dad," Rainbow said with a shaky, nasal laugh. "You?"

Bow sighed. "Yeah, I...I'm good," he said. "Umm...thank you. Both of you. I...I don't know...I mean..." He swallowed.

"We know," Rainbow said. "Just...don't expect that to happen again," she added. "Ever. Soon as I'm done with this college application shit, I'm finding you a girlfriend."

"...yeah," Bow agreed. "Probably a good idea." He and Timber left the room, and Rainbow sighed tiredly, flopping back onto the floor.

"You okay, Twilight?"

"I can't feel any part of my body," Twilight said listlessly. She giggled somewhat deliriously. "Some night, huh?"

Rainbow snorted. "Yeah, some night."

"Umm...let's never, ever tell the other girls about tonight. Like...ever."

"Definitely," Rainbow agreed. A pause. "Hey, Twilight?"

"Yeah?"

"You're really hot when you're getting fucked."

"Thanks...I think," Twilight said tiredly. "I think you're gonna have to burn your bed."

Rainbow fell asleep before she could think of a response.