Romp

Twilight had given the last two days much thought.

She had done everything she could to process everything that had happened since Rainbow came to visit.

She had even allowed herself moments to follow her emotions and throw logic to the side.

But nothing proved successful. Nothing had provided concrete answers to the questions swirling in her mind.

Everything was subjective. Everything remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Everything, that is, except for Rainbow’s dream.

The world around Twilight seemed to stall when Gilda thrust Rainbow against the bed. She stared transfixed at the griffon, who hastily strapped on a strangely shaped object around her flanks. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what it was, so much that she couldn’t believe her eyes. Beyond the scratching of talons against sheets, hooves beating against the bed, lungs wheezing under pressure, Twilight heard the familiar whistle of magic beside her, and out of her periphery she noticed an intense blue light burn from Luna’s horn.

But this was her doing. And she wasn’t about to let somepony else take responsibility.

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Princess Luna steadied herself and lifted her head, aiming her horn for the ceiling. A whirling blue aura lifted the alicorn off the ground, stirring the debris closest to her while bringing the rest of the dream to a crawl. She prepared to shatter the barrier between herself and Rainbow’s consciousness, to bring the dream to a sudden halt.

Something touched her shoulder. The light around her horn flickered. Hovering just off the ground, she turned to see Twilight reaching out to her, though her eyes remained fixed on the scene in front of them. “Let me step in,” she said, her voice steady.

Luna blinked at the younger alicorn. “Twilight, I do not believe—“

“The reason she’s having this dream is because of me.” She looked up at the Princess. “All of this, the fact she’s even thought about her past with Gilda recently, is because of me. But I think I know a way to fix this.” She lifted her head to meet Luna’s gaze squarely. “Connect our dreams like you did with the Tantibus. Please.”

Luna stared down at Twilight for a moment. “Even with my magic, I cannot prevent your dream realms from fusing further—”

“Then I’ll be quick,” Twilight replied without hesitation. Her expression demanded no further argument.

There was little time to deliberate. Luna gauged Twilight’s proposal as best she could in the moment, then closed her eyes, wrapping the aura tight around herself. “Very well. But you must hurry, for both your sakes.”

“I will.” Twilight watched the tip of the Princess’ horn burn white, before she disappeared in a flash of light.

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Rainbow Dash pushed as hard as she could against the mattress, but she simply wasn’t strong enough to throw off the griffon on top of her. Gilda placed her paws at either side of her flanks and pressed her hips against her own. A cold, blunt object graced the sensitive coat along her inner thighs. She clenched tight to the sheets with her hooves and wrenched her eyes closed. She tried to scream, to make any noise that might attract someone outside – anyone, anything to stop this from happening. But Gilda made sure she couldn’t so much as breathe without shifting her weight.

Once the cold sensation travelled to a far more sensitive area, Rainbow knew it was no use. She was powerless to stop Gilda, and her attempts to yell for help came across as merely a whimper against the sheets. Slowly, she felt the pressure begin to penetrate inside. Her muscles contracted reflexively in a feeble attempt to prevent the object from going any further – pressure for pressure, agonizing strain against the ice cold touch. When she felt its chill shove further inside, she prepared to surrender herself, to obey Gilda’s final warning, if only to ease the pain.

That was when a dull thud echoed through the room.

Rainbow’s ears flicked to the side. She noticed Gilda’s weight lift slightly.

Another thud rattled the picture frames remaining on the walls.

The cold pressure left Rainbow. She felt Gilda push upright. “...the buck is that?”

Once more, the thud reverberated against the walls – this time much louder. Both Rainbow and Gilda listened in still silence for the sound. Instead, a series of distant screams echoed outside.

Gilda grunted. Following a metallic click, Rainbow felt the griffon release her hold and slip off the end of the bed. Without hesitation, she scrambled across the mattress, filling her lungs with air once more. Propping her back against the headboard, she took a few deep breaths and looked across the end of the bed.

Gilda stood at the window, peering through the curtains. “Seriously, what’s that sound?” she muttered aloud, glancing left and right through the window. “I don’t see anything out—”

KRRT—BOOM.

Rainbow and Gilda blinked. They both looked up.

All was quiet at first, save the fading screams afar. Then, with a resounding crack, the ceiling of the dorm room peeled away, causing an overhead manalight to burst into sparks before disappearing with the entire roof.

Rainbow watched with wide eyes as a giant lavender mare bent over the opening, resting her hoof on top of the far wall with a crunch. She smiled down at Rainbow, then looked over at the griffon.

“Sorry, Gilda,” Twilight spoke with a booming voice. “You messed with the wrong pony tonight.”