"What I Learned at Summer Camp"

by TAW

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex, Bon-Bon, Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7014

Lyra x Bon bon x Dash family friendly filly fun

Because sometimes summer camp can teach you more than just how to roast marshmallows on a fireplace. Sometimes the best times are your first times, and sometimes it takes somebody special to prove to you that differences are what really bring us together.

A younger Dash x Lyra x Bon-bon fic based on niggerfaggot's lovely image (NSFW) for MLPG's Friend-Off event.
EDIT: Just to be explicit, they aren't children. Younger does not mean babies. There's a picture to the left where you can clearly see that they aren't, and a picture above where you can see them proving it.

As always, comments and criticism appreciated, whether it's a few paragraphs or a simple downvote. I appreciate every one.

Published 2012-05-27 00:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-27 00:34:02 UTC

Chapter 1

'What I Learned At Summer Camp'

"What?!" Rainbow Dash shouted, flaring her wings and furrowing her brow. "That's not what I signed up for!"

The camp leader smiled and produced a set of papers adorned with Dash's signature. "Yes you did, Rainbow Dash." She smiled patiently. She was used to some of the kids joining her at Crazy Coconut Summer Camp taking a little time to adjust—for many of them it was the first time they'd ever been away from their parents, and they were going to spend two weeks there. "I understand it can be scary. If you really want, I can send a letter to your parents, but I would recommend giving it a try; it's good fun!"

"No, I wanted Summer Flight Camp, not Summer Camp!" Dash protested. She'd been looking forward to flight camp ever since she'd signed up for it. She remembered that day clearly, from running up to the stand to signing her name so quickly she didn't have time to read what she was signing.

"Oh dear. Did you not read the slip? Flight camp was the second one down, not the first."

"Can I be transferred?" Dash asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not, all the places on that were booked quickly. All I can offer you is two fun-filled weeks at Crazy Cocon-"

"No thanks, can I just go home?" Dash interrupted.

The camp leader, Smoky Stacks, sighed. Her camp was never as fully booked as any of the more targeted camps. "Of course. The letter will take a few days to get back to Cloudsdale, though, so you may as well join in until then."

"I'll just sleep in my bunk or something, thanks," Dash replied dismissively. What could she possibly want to do in a non-flying summer camp?

Without saying another word, Dash grabbed her suitcase between her teeth and struggled up into the air before slowly flying off towards one of the small cabins that she would apparently be sleeping in. The ground beneath her was dirty, and hard, and disgusting, and it looked like nobody had taken care of it for a very long time. Not like the clean and well-maintained clouds she was used to. At least she could look forward to a nice long sleep, she supposed.

Rainbow Dash bucked open the door of the nearest hut and glided inside. It was dimly lit and the wooden floor looked hard and unyielding, but at least it was clean. Dash shivered slightly as she set her hooves down on the surface, wincing as the cold floor chilled her sensitive hooves. How exactly did anybody manage to live down on the ground when it was so hard and disgusting?

Rainbow Dash thought back to the last time she'd been this close to the ground.

"Fluttershy, I don't think this is so good an idea!" Dash cautiously warned as Fluttershy carefully glided down to the ground far beneath Cloudsdale. "We should go back."

"No, it's okay, Dash, they won't hurt you," Fluttershy replied, gesturing over to the bunnies waiting on the ground beneath. Rainbow Dash was unconvinced. She's heard stories about the ground, and the things that lived on it, and she had no desire to find out they were true for herself.

Unfortunately, she couldn't just leave her misguided misfit of a friend behind. The last time Fluttershy had been on the ground, nobody had noticed for hours. Rainbow Dash supposed that she had provided a little too much of a distraction for people to pay attention to Fluttershy, but she still worried for the shy pegasus.

"Are you sure? They have teeth!" Dash replied, staring at the sharp looking fangs on the 'rabbits' waiting on the ground beneath. Their soulless, staring eyes looked like they'd be as happy devouring her as they were the strange green plant that covered most of the surface of Equestria. Rainbow Dash didn't blame the unicorns for living on the side of a mountain, and desired nothing more than to return to the safety of Cloudsdale.

"Oh, Rainbow. You aren't scared of some little bunnies, are you?" Fluttershy giggled.

"N- no, of course not! I'm not scared of anything!" Dash replied. She wasn't scared, she had completely rational concerns about the safety of such dangerous terrain! Even the flight instructors had warned them about flying too close to the ground, saying that it wasn't like crashing into a soft cloud, and they could get seriously hurt if they touched it.

"Fluttershy, wait, no!" Dash yelled as her yellow friend's hoof began to press against the sharp looking green spikes below.

Dash shook her head to clear the memories and looked around the room. There were two bunk beds, all of which looked empty. Dash chose the top bunk closest to the window, so at least she wouldn't have to touch the ground and would be able to see the sky.

She jumped up onto it and gave the mattress a testing bounce. It was awful. Like a cloud with all the softness taken out of it, only to be replaced by an inevitable aching back and wings. The pillow was even worse.

Rainbow Dash opened the window and stuck her head outside, looking around. There was nobody in sight. A moment later she pulled her head back and replaced it with the pillow, drop-kicking it as far as it would go. She was not having that thing near her head. The window snapped shut just as quickly, and Dash darted over to her suitcase.

Rainbow Dash hadn't brought much with her. Her flight goggles, a few magazine clippings showing her favourite flight team, the Wonderbolts and their newest trainee and the youngest member ever, Spitfire. Rainbow Dash yearned to break that record, which was one of the reasons she'd wanted to go to flight camp so badly. Also in the case was a little tuft of Rainbow Dash's favourite cloud. She'd planned on getting it signed by one of the ex-wonderbolts that would be attending flight camp, but now?

Now it would suffice as a makeshift pillow.

Rainbow Dash's head pressed against it and she pulled the blanket over the rest of her body. The sweet embrace of sleep would get her through the next few days, she felt sure of it. Sleep always helped. Except for during math.

Rainbow Dash tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position where the mattress wouldn't be digging into her back, or her legs wouldn't be pushed against her body. How anybody managed to sleep on one of these things, Rainbow Dash didn't know.

To make it worse, she could hear the sickening sound of hooves crunching against dried leaves and the grass outside, getting ever louder as they approached the door. Her natural gifts were a boon in the sky, where hearing the difference between a light breeze and a freefall could save your life, but on the ground it was nauseating.

"And this'll be your hut, girls!" the camp leader announced to whoever the new arrivals were going to be. "I'll leave you two to get settled in—don't forget about the campfire later on! Fun fun fun!"

One set of hooffalls grew more distant, and two continued on towards Dash's location. The door swung open and Rainbow Dash turned away to shield herself from the light. Two young ponies—about Dash's age—walked in and set their cases down on the floor.

"Well, this looks nice!" one of them announced. "Don't you agree, Lyra?"

"Shh," the other prompted. "I think there's somepony up there sleeping, Bon-bon!"

Dash gave up any hope of sleeping through the introduction and supposed she should probably introduce herself. They may not be great fliers, but hopefully they'd be able to give her something to do for a while. She jumped up and clung to the edge of her bed in an expertly done pose, flaring her wings to keep herself steady. "Hey! I'm Rainb- oh gosh, what happened to your wings?!"

The pair looked at each other for a moment before staring back at Dash. "We're, uh... not pegasi," Bon-bon replied, "but hello! I'm Bo-"

"Bon-bon and she's Lyra, got it. You guys don't have any wings at all?"

"Nope!" Lyra happily replied. How could she be happy without wings?

"How... do you get around?" Dash asked. She knew there were other kinds of pony out there, but she'd just assumed they'd have wings too. She'd never left Cloudsdale for any real amount of time, and every creature she'd ever seen—save for the bunnies—had had wings. The very concept of an intelligent creature that couldn't fly boggled her.

"We... walk?" Bon-bon suggested. "On our hooves?"

"Like, everywhere?"

Bon-bon slowly nodded, as if she were talking to a foal. Rainbow Dash sat in thought. "I guess that explains the beds. Want me to go grab you guys some clouds or something? These things are really uncomfortable."

Again the pair took a moment to look at each other, and only just suppressed a giggle. Rainbow Dash could hear it anyway.

"H- hey, don't laugh! I was just trying to be nice! I'm the best flier in my class, I could get one no problem!"

"Rain, we can't stand on clouds!" Lyra explained with a patient smile.

"Not even sleep on them?" Dash asked with a confused face. That would explain why the mattresses existed, she supposed. How could ponies manage without any clouds? Clouds were like, really important!

"We just go straight through 'em," Bon-bon answered. "You really never seen a pony without wings before, Rain?"

"Nope, I've never really left Cloudsdale. I dunno how you guys live without wings."

"I don't know how you live without magic," Lyra said.

"I guess," Dash said. She didn't see what was meant to be so special about unicorn magic anyway, especially if it couldn't get them a decent night's sleep."Anyway, I kinda got interrupted before. The name's Rainbow Dash," she proudly stated, puffing out her chest. "Best flier in my class, probably in the whole school too!"

"Wow!" the two cooed. "Hey, are you coming to the games later?" Lyra asked.

"Nah, I don't really wanna be here. Heh, I thought this was Flight camp, so I'm just kinda waiting to go home."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun! You're not afraid nobody'll like you or something, are you?"

Rainbow Dash emitted a sad whine. "Of course I'm not afraid!"

"Then come on!"

"I- but- fine!" Dash stammered. "It's not like I can get any sleep on these things anyway!"

Rainbow Dash dived down in the blink of an eye and pulled Fluttershy away from the ground as quickly as she could. Fluttershy squeaked and her joints froze as her body became unresisting while Dash carried her up to one of the low flying clouds.

"Are you okay?!" she asked, checking Fluttershy's legs for bruising or lacerations from where she'd impacted against the ground.

"D- Dash, please don't scare me like that!" Fluttershy squeaked in response. "It's fine!"

"But the instructors said hitting the ground was dangerous!"

"It's fine, Dash! If you just stand on it it's okay. Come on, try it!"

Fluttershy slowly glided down to the ground once more and pressed her hooves down onto the ground. The sharp blades protruding from the surface bent and buckled under her hooves, rendering the surface quite safe. Rainbow Dash cautiously followed until she was hovering just a few inches above the ground.

Reaching out, Dash brushed her hoof against the grass, but immediately retracted it. "I don't like things on my hooves, Shy," she admitted.

Fluttershy ignored her and offered a hoof to one of the rabbits. A moment later it pressed its cheek against the friendly offering and bared its teeth.

Rainbow Dash rested upsidown in the air, hovering on her wings with her forehooves crossed in irritation. "Are we doing anything yet?" she asked, having long since grown bored of the wait.

She hovered around a roaring campfire along with many of the other fillies and colts—the ones that actually wanted to be there—waiting for the activities to begin.

"That might be Stacks over there," Lyra suggested, squinting off into the distance and catching Dash's attention. She spun round and looked, glad to see the camp leader arriving to begin the activ-

"Lyra, that's a plant." Rainbow Dash sighed and began to slowly rotate in the air. Keeping her balance at every angle was important for steady flight, so she thought she may as well get some practise in. Especially given that she was missing the real flight camp for this waste of time.

"You can see that?" Lyra asked, in awe. It was so far away—though, she would stress, it did look sort of like a pony—that Lyra had barely been able to make it out. Dash had apparently seen it clearly.

"Yeah, gotta be able to see sharp to fly. How do you guys even manage in those bodies?" Dash asked, honestly confused at why everybody couldn't share her talents. She longed to return to Cloudsdale, where everybody was capable and events occurred on time. "Ugh, I might just go back to bed."

"Oh, come on, Dash!" Bon-bon protested, "It'll be fun!"

Rainbow Dash snorted and continued rotating around her own axis, closing her eyes to let her concentrate on the tiniest motions of her wings and beginning to zone out.

Some time later, Smoky Stacks arrived. "I'm sorry, everyone!" she apologised, panting and clearly out of breath, "There was a minor issue, but that's all solved now! Now we can get on with the fun! Gather round everypony and let's start to sing the camp song!"

"I'm going back to bed," Rainbow Dash flatly stated and flapped her wings, sending her off in the direction of the huts.

"Oh, don't be like that!" Stacks protested, watching Dash go. "Fun!"

Rainbow Dash tossed and turned, pressing her head into the thin and wispy cloud to try and block out the cacophony of chaotic crisis' the camp called 'singing' and trying her best to find a comfortable position so that she could at least sleep.

It wasn't working.

"Knock knock!" a voice said, before rapping on the wooden door. "Da-aaash?"

Rainbow Dash pressed the cloud against her ears. Nobody was home.

The door's lock clicked open as the intruder turned a key on the other side. Rainbow Dash was destined to never sleep again, she thought.

"What do you want?" she groaned, turning over to stare her assailants in the eye. Lyra and Bon-bon stood there smiling.

"We didn't want to sing either!" Lyra explained, "But apparently we can go fishing! Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm go-" Rainbow Dash's weight shifted and her wing jammed into the rough mattress, sending a shock of pain shooting through her body. She grunted in irritation as it reminded her exactly why she didn't want to be in that bed. "Yeah, actually, it's gotta be better than this," she admitted. What's the worst that could happen?

"And you pull the fish in by turning this dial. Once they're out of the water, give 'em one of these treats and throw them back in or they'll get pretty annoyed with us. Got it, Dash?" Bon-bon explained. Apparently she'd been fishing before. Rainbow Dash didn't see what could be so hard about it, it was only outsmarting a tiny land animal called a "fish". Apparently they couldn't fly either, so it should be no problem at all for Dash's superior body. The reason, she assumed, that the other ponies considered it sport was only due to their own inadequacies.

"Sure yeah whatever, just give me a rod."

"We only have the one, we'll have to take turns," Bon-bon explained, before expertly flicking the hook out into the water. She stared down at it and watched the fish become curious. The moment one took a bite of the bait, Bon-bon's trap was sprung and she yanked the rod back while spinning the dial as fast as she could.

The fish was pulled free from the water within moments, helplessly clinging on to the bait with all the strength in its lips. Lyra levitated a fish treat over to it to tempt it away, and all three of them watched it grab the treat on its way down. The fish seemed to enjoy the sport as much as Bon-bon did, judging by the smiles on both of their faces.

"Pff, easy!" Dash gloated. "I'm gonna get that big one!" Dash grabbed the rod between her teeth and threw the bait out with all the force she could muster. The hook shot through the air and speared through the water, clattering against the lakebed and sticking tight.

Rainbow Dash gave a testing pull and found resistance. "Got it!" she announced through clenched teeth, and pulled as hard as she could, knowing that no small animal could resist her force.

The rock that the hook had jammed against, however, could. Rainbow Dash found herself pulled into the water in an instant. This was going to be embarrassing, she thought—perhaps there was some skill to that fishing thing after all. Suppressing a humoured laugh, she raised her wings and prepared to take off, already planning her trajectory such that she could backflip through the air and land back in the boat. Distract from her failure with a show of skill.

She flapped. And flapped again. Nothing—she went nowhere. Her waterlogged feathers gave her no grip against the thick lakewater, and all she did was helplessly push back and forth. She couldn't even turn and face the surface.

"Help!" Dash yelled, but the word came out as nothing but bubbles. Her mane flowed around her face as she frantically looked around her, searching for anything to kick off and escape from, but the lakebed was too far below her. She panicked, taking a breath in—but all she received was water. Her body locked up to stop her from swallowing any of it, even though the desire to take another breath was only increasing with every passing second.

The motions of her head began to slow as her vision slowly went dark. Was wondered whether the sun was already going down, and closed her eyes for one short moment, just to gather her strength. What was it she needed to escape from again?

"Dash!" Lyra shouted, slapping the soaked blue pony across her face with a very very hard hoof. Rainbow Dash coughed and spluttered, trying her best to sate her lungs' need for her to breathe. "Don't try and talk, just breathe," she instructed.

Rainbow Dash gulped down air as quickly as she could, slowly taking her lungs from agony to merely painful. She didn't feel like she should try and move yet, so she didn't.

"Wha- What happened?" Dash whispered a few minutes later, once her lungs were no longer overwhelming the other parts of her mind in their desperate quest for air.

"You pulled yourself into the water, and we didn't realise you couldn't swim until you stopped moving. I pulled you out and Bon-bon went off to get help, but you'll be okay."

Dash coughed and nodded. She hadn't so much as touched water before, never mind attempted to swim in it. She'd just assumed her wings would work, they worked everywhere else. She struggled to her hooves and tried to take to the air, but her muscles screamed at her and her wings refused to catch the air. Pegasus flight is a precarious thing, Dash recalled her instructors telling her, that relies as much on their latent magic as it does their wings. Exhausted and water-sodden, Dash was incapable of both. She was also incapable of keeping her balance, and crashed to the floor a moment later.

"Dash, you okay?" Lyra asked. "Come on, you look well enough to travel. Let's get you back to camp."

"I- I can't walk," Dash quietly admitted. She hated feeling weak.

"Who said anything about walking?" Lyra asked, closing her eyes and concentrating on her magic. Dash's light and unresisting body rose up into the air, supported by a great magical force. Lyra began to walk back to camp, dragging Rainbow Dash along beside her. On such a bespoke and personal bedding, Rainbow Dash finally found somewhere she could sleep.

"Rainbow Dash, are you okay?!" Smoky Stacks, the camp leader, asked, shaking Dash awake. Rainbow Dash groggily looked around herself, recognising the bunk she was lying in and the cloud beneath her head—she'd been brought back to the hut. "Oh, I should never have allowed you three to leave without supervision!" she lamented, "but I'm so happy you're okay!"

"Can-" Rainbow Dash started to cough, finding her throat ironically dry.

"Can?" Stacks echoed.

"Can I go home yet?" Dash asked.

"I don't think so, you really shouldn't travel right now. Certainly I can't leave everybody to fly you back up to Cloudsdale! Think of what the parents would say if they knew I'd left their children unattende- Ahem."

Dash groaned and rolled over. "I just wanna sleep, okay?" she replied, and pulled the cloud over her ears. Maybe now she could finally get some sleep that wasn't brought on by a near-death experie-

"Hey Dash!" Lyra exclaimed, hanging off the top bunk by her forehooves. "How you feeling?"

Rainbow Dash groaned. "Better, but still kinda tired," she admitted.

"Oh, shame. Guess that means you won't be playing hoofball with us, then?"

Dash's ears wiggled. Hoofball? She loved hoofball—though she assumed the rules would be somewhat different if everybody didn't have wings. "Awesome, yeah, I'd love to! I'll beat you all easily!" she gloated, confident in her mastery of the sport.

"Yeah, that's what you said about fishing," Lyra teased. "Don't underestimate us unicorns, okay? Anyway, Stacks won't let you. Maybe tomorrow, though?"

"Bah, fine," Dash moaned. She was okay, she thought. Maybe. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a few hours out, not that she'd admit it to anybody. Maybe the crazy ponies who chose to live on the ground weren't so useless after all—one had saved her life, and another had outdone her at a sport. Rainbow Dash decided not to ponder that too hard as she drifted back off to sleep, letting exhaustion and tired muscles overcome the uncomfortable surface.

"Shy, watch out!" Dash yelled as the rabbit brought its fanged mouth to her hoof. She couldn't move fast enough to stop the rabbit from... kissing it?

"Dash, it's fine! They're friendly. Say hello!" Fluttershy said.

"H- hi?"

The rabbit squeaked and chattered for a few moments before running off back into the bushes. Fluttershy's face fell for a moment, but quickly recovered. "He said hello back, but they're sort of a little bit scared of you. Please don't be mad, they just don't know you yet!"

Rainbow Dash slowly lowered herself down to the ground. She winced as the grasses and stalks crumpled under her sensitive hooves, but the expected pain and injury didn't occur. "They're scared of me? But they have teeth!" she exclaimed.

"They're herbivores, Dash! They only eat plants, just like you and me! They're harmless, and very nice once you get to know them."

Rainbow Dash pondered this, but the rabbits did not return. Eventually, the two pegasi turned around and headed back for their home among the clouds, but Rainbow Dash gained a new appreciation for life on the ground that day—maybe it wasn't all evil.

"O- ooh! Don't stop!" Bon-bon's voice shrieked through the hut, shocking Dash awake and putting her on edge. Rainbow noticed that her bunk was rocking from side to side almost imperceptibly, and she could hear two ponies breathing heavily beneath her. She silently pushed her blanket aside and rolled onto her stomach. Her muscles responded as she was used to and her body seemed fully recovered and once more hers to command.

She quickly sneaked forward, locating the source of the noise as being the bunk immediately beneath her. She could just jump down and confront the intruders, but where would the fun be in that?

Rainbow Dash quickly moved to the very end of her bed and found two places to firmly anchor her back hooves. With a single silent beat of her wings she swung herself around the bedrest and hung from it. A moment later, her mouth joined it, hanging open—albeit upside down—in surprise as she took in the scene before her.

Rainbow Dash's wings suddenly and reflexively became rigid as her brain processed the image of her two new friends Lyra and Bon-bon caught in the middle of an intimate act of lovemaking. Rainbow Dash had seen magazines and even heard stories, but never seen it up close. Her mouth twisted into a grin as she realised the pair's suspicions hadn't been aroused, and she realised that she had been.

Lyra lay on the surface of the bed with her horn aglow and her cheeks flushed red. Above her stood Bon-bon, whose head was twisted round with her forehead pressed into the mattress. Rainbow Dash could only presume that Lyra's expression of pleasured joy was a result of whatever it was Bon-bon was doing.

Yet Lyra wasn't idle. Her horn glowed so brightly that it lit up Bon-bon's rear, and its effects were even more obvious than its visuals. Lyra's telekinetic grip formed a five-fingered hand, two of which were currently slipping in and out of Bon-bon's parted hind lips. Most unicorns didn't bother giving their grip a distinctive shape, but Lyra was not most unicorns.

"Oh, Bon-bon!" Lyra gasped through her open mouth as Bon-bon's tongue brushed against her sensitive young clitoris once again. Thin bridges of saliva and sexual fluid—a remnant of what Lyra was doing prior to her magical assault—broke as Lyra's mouth moved, sending much of the remainder down onto her tongue and giving her yet another taste of her down-to-earth lover.

Bon-bon's tongue tongued, lovingly lapping over Lyra's luscious lips with the intent of bringing her partner to even greater heights of pleasure. It slowly began to probe deeper as Bon-bon tasted her counterpart's fluids and dived deeper for more. Lyra's lips parted as her body surrendered to it, and her virtual digits began to grow less precise; her mind began to wander as the waves of pleasure rolled over it.

Rainbow Dash's grip slipped as her hooves became too sweaty to support her own weight. She crashed down onto the floor below with a loud and very much noticeable—even to two very pre-occupied ponies—crash. "Ouch," she whined, picking herself up and dusting off her wings. "H- hey guys! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She laughed and shuffled awkwardly on her hooves.

Lyra's horn dimmed and she tilted her head, looking past Bon-bon's rear to stare at Rainbow Dash's blushing face. Bon-bon raised her head and did the same, staring at the embarrassed blue pegasus even while Lyra's juices dripped down her mouth. They remained silent.

"So," Rainbow Dash started, stretching out her words and speaking slowly as if keeping the silence broken for long enough would make the situation less awkward. "You two are... y'know. Even though you're..."

"What, both fillies?" Lyra asked with fire in her voice. "I thought you were better than that, Rainbow Dash. I don't know how they do it up in Cloudsdale, but down here on the ground it's perfectly normal for two fillies to love each other! And we do, our love is just as true as the love between a mare and a stallion, or a stallion and a stallion, or a human and a human, or-" Bon-bon gave Lyra a sharp kick to the side, prompting her to stop talking.

Rainbow Dash blinked. "I uh, no we do that up in Cloudsdale too. But you have a horn and she doesn't!"

"So?" Bon-bon asked.

"We don't do that up in Cloudsdale," Rainbow Dash explained.

"Yeah, that's because we'd fall to our deaths," Lyra teased, significantly friendlier now her worries about Dash not understanding her love had been averted. Bon-bon had long since realised that Lyra's touchiness on the subject was something she would have to get used to—they had yet to meet anybody who considered homosexual relationships strange in any way, but Lyra seemed to think it was an issue. "Speaking of falling—you okay?"

"Heh, yeah, it'll take more than a fall to keep this pegasus down! I'm feeling fine now, I'll take you two in hoofball any time you want!" Dash boasted, puffing out her chest and dropping to a sloppy combat stance. A moment later she realised how absurd it was to do that and stood up. "So uh, I can give you two some time, if you want. I like flying at night, it's no problem."

"Would you? Tha-" Lyra was cut off by another sharp kick to the side as Bon-bon cleared her throat. "I uh, actually, you don't have to."

"I don't think I can get back to sleep now anyway, it's no bother!" Dash insisted.

"No, really, you can stay."

"Hey, it's fine, you know what they say—three's a crowd!"

Bon-bon let her head fall back to the mattress in exasperation. A moment later she spoke straight down into it, but loud enough for both to hear, "What she's saying, Dash, is that Lyra likes trying new things and she thinks you're pretty cute."

Rainbow Dash grinned. "I know I am!" she agreed, "but I don't think I could leave you hanging like that, Bon-bon. It's fine, you guys finish up, I'll go find a cloud to nap on or something."

Bon-bon began slowly raising her head and letting it fall onto the mattress, producing a satisfying thwump each time. Eventually, she managed to find the words to express her exasperation, "You're so naive it's adorable."

"W- what?" Dash exclaimed, flaring her wings and dropping back into her combat stance—nobody called her adorable and got away with it. Her senses heightened as her body flooded with adrenaline, and Rainbow Dash became acutely aware of everything going on around her, from the heavier-than-normal breaths the entwined pair before her still took to the arousal still present in her own body.

That made it all the worse when Lyra finally took the initiative and let the magic flow once more. Her simulated grip landed on Rainbow's rear and squeezed, sending a jolt of surprise through her body. Bon-bon untangled herself and jumped off of the bed, using Dash's distraction to sneak up on her before she decided to attack.

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Lyra's 'hand' slowly rubbing along her cutie-mark and readied herself to defend her honour. Bon-bon's face was inches away from her own, staring at her with half-closed eyes and a steely resolve. Rainbow Dash's mouth opened as she gasped in surprise, almost disbelieving that she'd been sneaked up on so effectively.

Bon-bon dived forward, tilting her head and pressing her lips against the surprised pegasus's. The surprise on Dash's face gave way to shock, and then finally realisation—Lyra hadn't been meaning instead of Bon-bon at all. The earth pony's quick kiss ended with a light suck on Dash's lower lip as she pulled back. "Get it now?"

Rainbow Dash answered wordlessly, diving forward and locking lips once more. She didn't do anything slow, and that probably meant lesbian threesomes too. She didn't know for sure yet, this was her first, but she was pretty sure. She did most things fast, this was probably one of them. Nine things out of ten, or ninety nine things out of one hundred, or some very large number of things she did fast.

The rest of her brain wasn't thinking about whether she should go fast, and was simply doing it. Her lips quickly moved over Bon-bon's as her forehooves wrapped around the filly's neck to hold her close and pull her in, and Dash slowly manoeuvred them back towards the bed, and the waiting, teasing Lyra.

Lyra still wasn't idle. Her grip was slowly caressing Dash's backside and steering her closer. It was true, she had thought the awkward and antisocial pegasus had been cute from the start, despite her egotism. Maybe due to it, even—it wasn't a look that worked on many, but on Rainbow Dash the boasting came out as cute, not irritating.

As Dash neared the bed, Lyra realised that there wasn't enough room for all three, and decided it was best if she joined them rather than vice versa. Rolling off the bed, she turned her magic towards preparing Dash for a little fun rather than simply steering her around the room. Her precise and practised digits began to stroke down Dash's small thin slit, massaging and teasing it. She was already wet—presumably from a combination of voyeurism and anticipation—and Lyra's attentions quickly brought the newcomer up to speed. Dash's hindlips slowly began to part as the attention and Lyra's finger brushed down the very centre, spreading her juices all down and stimulating every inch.

Rainbow Dash didn't remain ignorant of this, and her kiss grew far sloppier as she quietly gasped into Bon-bon's mouth. Her partner grinned, knowing that Lyra's touch was unique even among the notoriously varied unicorns and knowing that Dash couldn't possibly have been prepared for it; it was enough to overwhelm any young mare's defences.

Finally standing behind Dash, Lyra removed her finger from Dash's sweet nether lips and used it to lift her tail the last few inches out of the way, revealing the cyan honeypot in all its glory. She leant down and pressed the tip of her nose to the top of them, breathing deeply and taking in her new friend's deep and musky scent. Lyra shuddered as a wave of anticipation rocked through her body, and she couldn't resist pushing out her tongue and taking her very first taste of the rainbow mare.

Dash's forelegs gave way the moment Lyra's tongue pressed against her, completely overwhelmed by sensation. She fell to the floor and let out a happy moan for every second that Lyra ran her tongue slowly down her slit, gathering juices and taking Dash to new heights of pleasure.

Okay, she admitted, it wasn't just lesbian threesomes she was new to. Dash's face screwed up in pleasure as Lyra's tongue delved a little deeper, penetrating almost imperceptibly inside of her. Bon-bon knelt down beside her and lightly kissed the tip of her ear. "First time?"

Dash, though too busy being racked with sensation to speak, replied with a rough nod and a sudden gasp in response to Lyra's slightly deeper plunge.

"You're in for a ride," Bon-bon whispered, "Lyra's been doing this for years." Bon-bon gave Dash's ear one final nibble before standing up and letting Lyra work her magic, watching as Dash's face contorted and twisted in response to Lyra's every motion. The probing of her tongue send Dash deeper into her own pit of lust and desire and she slowly began to forget where she was—lying against the cold wooden floor, now with her cheek soaking in a small pool of her own saliva. Had she remembered, though, she wouldn't have cared.

Lyra delved a little deeper, probing just an inch or so inside. Her rough tongue scraped against Dash's inner walls, feeling every beat of the excited pegasus' heart and every breath that ran through her lungs. She felt the full heat of Dash's arousal radiating against her, and tasted it coursing through her.

"G- Ah!" Dash cried as Lyra's teasing tongue found her sensitive clitoris. Lyra rubbed against it for less than a second, but the pleasure blanked out Dash's mind and left her panting and cross-eyed, wondering what the hay just happened. "D- do that again!" she begged, desperate to feel that level of pleasure again.

Lyra pushed forward, pressing her mouth against Dash's slit completely and sealing it in a kiss. Lyra's lips ran over Dash's as she began to lightly suck and probe ever deeper, exploring the unexplored depths of Dash's young frame. Dash managed to raise one of her forehooves, but a sudden shock of sensation forced it back down onto the floor, and she realised she was helpless. For once in her life, she loved feeling weak.

"Please!" she groaned, gritting her teeth to stave off another distracting wave of pleasure. Lyra pulled back, releasing Dash from her vice-grip of pleasure. "Ready to admit you pegasi don't have everything?" she teased, bringing her magical hand back to stroke along Dash's side.

"I'll still kick your flank at hoofball," she whispered, "but maybe you guys do have something."

That was good enough for Lyra, who dived back in. Rainbow Dash was immediately put under her spell once more and helplessly groaned out into the open air as Lyra's tongue flicked against her fleshy button, sending a wave of unparalleled pleasure through her form. Lyra didn't stop slowly tracing her tongue around its base, driving Dash's pleasure through the roof time after time until she had no more roofs to crash through and her mind exploded in pleasure. Her muscles began to tingle as sensation built up in them and her helpless body grew closer and closer to orgasm. Just a few more strokes of Lyra's tongue and she'd be there.

"L- Lyra? Wha-" Dash gasped with her mind teetering on the edge. She felt like the slightest touch could send her over, and yet Lyra wasn't providing it. Was this some cruel joke? Give her a taste of everything, and then rip it from her hooves?

"Didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?" Bon-bon whispered. She had slowly sneaked behind the pair and straddled Lyra's back. The moment Lyra was most vulnerable, having completely lost herself in the act of bringing Dash to orgasm, Bon-bon struck, wrapping her lips around the unicorn's horn and pulling back, leaving Dash unfulfilled. "No, no, it's your turn now, Lyra. Dash, come here," Bon-bon prompted, before pushing Lyra's horn between her lips once more and fellating it for a few moments.

A unicorn's horn is a curious thing. In one sense, it's a tool, but in another it's a direct link to their brain, and what happens to it is on a direct line there. Bon-bon liked knowing the climaxes she gave Lyra were mind-blowing—literally.

Rainbow Dash crawled closer, fighting the urge to return to the bedpost and grind against it in a desperate attempt to finish herself off. Everything was more fun with friends, right?

Lyra's face mirrored Dash's from before, contorting in ecstasy as Bon-bon's lips pressed against her horn, scraping against the grooves and pressing against the hard surface. As Dash neared, Bon-bon removed herself and gestured for Dash to give it a try.

The horn felt hard and warm in Dash's mouth. Her tongue licked against it and tasted the slightly minty flavour of Lyra's skin, and felt the hard grooves that adorned its surface. More importantly, she felt Lyra's muscles twitch and spasm as she slowly sucked along its surface, and heard her breaths deepen and moans become less controlled and more enthusiastic as her pace quickened. Rainbow Dash's eyes closed as she began to lose herself in the action, finding a repetitive cycle that Lyra seemed to enjoy and going at it with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

A few moments later, though, and long before Lyra could be subdued completely, Dash felt the heat suddenly rise. The taste went from "mint" to "electric" as magic flowed through her mouth, and all of a sudden Dash felt a powerful surge from between her legs. Her muscles began to cramp up and she fell to the side, landing upside down and spasming. Lyra's magical hand continued to pleasure her for a few more moments until it became clear that Dash's orgasm wasn't going to get any stronger, and she was left to lie there quietly on the floor in a slowly spreading puddle of her own juices.

"That wasn't very nice," Bon-bon whispered, mounting Lyra once more and nibbling the tip of her ear.

Lyra shrugged. "She seems to be enjoying it," she whispered back. A moment later Bon-bon resumed her previous assault, as did Lyra. For every pump of Bon-bon's head down Lyra's shaft, the virtual digits would fondle, squeeze, or penetrate Bon-bon's sopping wet marehood. Lyra was closer to release, but Bon-bon was being hammered quite efficiently by the ghostly fingers, and both knew they couldn't hold on for much longer.

As Lyra neared her release, her strokes and insertions became less fluid and more frantic as she began to lose concentration and control. Her mind wandered and blanked out as Bon-bon's slobbering lips squeezed around her, or her tongue curled around the tip of her horn once more, or any number of tiny tricks Bon-bon could only have picked up by experience.

Those too faltered as Bon-bon's body betrayed her, too busy teetering on the tip of ecstasy to respond properly to her mind's commands. As her muscles began to tingle and her body began to shudder, she realised she couldn't hold out any longer, and her mind whited out in an overload of pleasure. Her jerking throat and desperately sucking mouth was enough to take Lyra along for the ride, instantly dismissing her magical grip as every part of her mind not dedicated to pleasure processing shut down, and they both fell into a happy trance.

Before long, all three ponies were slumbering contentedly on the cold wooden floor of their hut. Come morning, Rainbow Dash would decide that maybe Summer Camp was for her. She wouldn't go fishing again, nor would she take part in any of the campfire songs, but she would win every hoofball game bar one—a loss she would attribute to an acute ache in her hindquarters, and one she would blame Lyra for entirely. Revenge is a dish best served sticky. She did like unicorns.