"Mmh, Hello Twilight dear, you look lovely today, as always," Rarity greeted her friend graciously as she entered the library, Rainbow Dash at her heel. With a flick of magic the prim unicorn hung her saddlebags on a nearby coathook, before scanning the rows upon rows of volumes for the particular book she desired.
Rainbow Dash filed in, patting her purple unicorn friend on the head in greeting. "Hey Twilight. Me n' Rarity were just looking for a book." She threw herself onto a cushy chair sitting quaintly in the corner with a 'poomf', taking a sudden interest in her cyan hooves.
Rarity 'tsked' as she shot a reproachful look over her shoulder at her lounging friend, a lock of shimmery purple hair swinging behind her. "Really, Rainbow Dash?" She began, sarcastically but with a laugh in her tone, "I didn't think Twilight had a clue what we were doing in her library." The word 'library' dripped from her lips as she said it with emphatic exaggeration.
Twilight let out a giggle in spite of herself. "So, what can I help you two with?" She trotted to her desk and nudged a pile of papers in search of her reading glasses before turning back to Rarity, who was still glaring at Rainbow like a mother to her misbehaving foal. Rainbow Dash's expression practically oozed indifference and effortless coolness.
Twilight looked between her two friends. "Might I just say, it's a little odd to see you two together." She remarked, one brow cocked. Rainbow Dash snorted from her place while Rarity looked appalled.
"Nonsense dear, we are the best of friends!" The white unicorn defended, raising a hoof to sweep aside a rarely seen strand of stray purple hair. "Just today, I have a little...matter I am helping her with." Rainbow's ears perked up as she strode to where Rarity was addressing Twilight, flinging her arm around her shoulders in an unceremonious hug.
"Yep, best of friends, two peas in a pod!" Rainbow laughed, as Rarity's eyes could not possibly have rolled harder. "Now how 'bout that book?" She addressed Twilight, while playfully nudging Rarity. The white unicorn's eyes strained in her sockets as they rolled out of pure habit and instinct at her friend's most cavalier behavior.
"Twilight, you wouldn't happen to have a book of etiquette for Rainbow Dash here, would you?" Rarity asked playfully, though a part of her silently wished that in the depths of Twilight's library there was actually a book that could do the unthinkable, turn her brash friend into a proper lady. Rainbow threw a playful punch to Rarity's shoulder, who winced at the contact.
Twilight giggled again as she closed her register. "Well, glad to see you two are getting along nicely." She laughed, joined by a quick chuckle from her friends. "What book do you need?"
Delicately clearing her throat, Rarity strode along the bookshelves, back turned to Twilight as she scanned the innumerable titles. "'Fashion through the Ages' if you have it, my dear." She requested, running her hoof down the spine of a particularly promising tome.
Twilight pulled the book from her towering shelves without a second thought, bringing it directly to Rarity, who appraised in then smiled. It was a wonder as to how Twilight was able to remember where every book was at any given time; her element may just as well have been organization, as her thoughts were woven tighter and neater than a filing cabinet.
"Right here, Rarity, is this it? Hmm, it has a rather extensive section on social behavior and evening wear," Twilight mused, mentally reviewing the pages of the thickly bound book before her. "Planning something fancy?" Twilight smiled and nudged Rarity.
It was Rainbow Dash, however, who offered an explanation. "I," She began, swooping from her chair and landing at Twilight's hooves, positively brimming with bravado, "Have a date."
Twiliht lit up like a schoolfilly as her eyes widened in surprise and childish glee. "Ooooh!" She squealed, not troubling herself with sounding level. Gossip was a principle in the nature of a Canterlot filly, and Twilight Sparkle, studious as she was, harbored no shortage of liking for it. "With who?" She asked, thouh whether or not to answer was not entirely a choice.
Rainbow Dash flicked her tail around as she swelled even further with pride. "Well, nobody special, just Soarin'!" Her cool facade popped as the cyan pegasus did a little dance in place, giggling to herself.
Twilight squealed as she clopped her hooves tgether in sheer delight. "Oh that's so great, Rainbow Dash! I just know you two will have a great time!" Rainbow Dash resumed her cool demeanor as she shot Twilight a smile, flicking her bangs out of the way.
Rarity stepped between the two, book floating alongside her, making to usher the beaming Rainbow Dash away. "Yes, but we have quite a lot of preparations, don't we, Rainbow Dash?" Rarity stated coolly as she nudged Rainbow toward the exit.
Resistant to Rarity's shoves, Rainbow leaned close to Twilight and winked, a devious smile spreading across her features. "She's right," she began, lowering her voice, which was tinged with unparalled excitement, "Y'know, if I'm gonna score." Rainbow bit her lip in anticipation, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
Twilight offered an airy laugh and bade her friends goodbye, though her mind was whirring like the hyperactive cogs of a clock. Rainbow's sentiment lingered in her mind, suspended in a web of thought. She'd never thought of herself as sheltered before, but perhaps she was in fact pushed deeper in a cave built with the lack of knowledge than Twilight had suspected.
*~*~*
Quill poised. Check.
Parchment ready. Check.
Nobody move. Nobody even breathe.
It was time to write to Celestia.
Twilight magically levitated her quill, angling it toward the parchment before her at just the right degree as she mentally reviewed the preceedings of the week. Nodding to herself as she settled on a decent friendship-related happening to report to the princess on, Twilight stiffened her brow to write what was probably the sun goddess's only entertainment in the week.
"Dear Princess Celestia..." Twilight wrote, before bringing her quill to a halt. Twilight's mind went on lockdown as the words refused to show themselves. What was the meaning of this? Difficulty in writing a report to Celestia? Perhaps she had a tumor.
Or perhaps she just had an annoyingly lingering thought. Rainbow Dash's parting remark was left swimming around her head like a goldfish helplessly bumping into the glass walls of its confinement.
Score...score? Like in ponyball? Surely that would make sense, no? Both Rainbow Dash and Soarin' were ahletes, perhaps they had arranged a round of ponyball for their date, some friendly competition. That seemed legit, right?
Score. Perhaps she had misheard. Perhaps she had been too engrossed in finding the book for Rarity, and her mind remained elsewhere when Rainbow made the comment. It may well have been scour rather than score. Perhaps she and Soarin' had been planning dinner, a movie, and a cleaning session.
Twilight mentally reprimanded herself. Now she was just letting her mind wander into he fog, and it was bound to trip if she didn't reign it in. The truth was obvious; no matter how many sheets of denial she wrapped herself in, there remained one complete, unwavering truth.
Twilight threw a glance out the window at the setting sun as she swallowed the facts, sizzling in her throat as they went down.
Sex. Rainbow Dash was planning on having it. Perhaps, thought the scarred unicorn as she watched the sun sink slowly beyond the horizon, taking the light with it as it went, she was even having it now.
Twilight slumped back in her chair in thought, images of what she'd just arrived at poisoning her mind. It took a mental backhand to eradicate those images from her psyche; Twilight could practically feel the deep grooves of mental scarring etching themselves into her brain over images of Rainbow and Soarin' creating the beast with two backs.
The unicorn rested her head in her hoof as she stared without seeing at her blank parchment. In Canterlot she'd been far too occupied with study after royal study, busily completing every assignment the princess threw her way like a blissfully ignorant puppy. It was an accepted truth that the unicorn hadn't had time, or seen the point, to make friends, save for her BBBFF and Spike. But perhaps there was a whole wonderful world of knowledge in the field denied to her, but she was too busy accepting pats on her head and bones from Princess Celestia.
Growing up in Canterlot meant she was surrounded by colts, naturally; that was life in the big city. However, Twilight realized that she considered a relationship utterly frivolous at the time. What was the point in keeping up a relationship with a colt when she had books to read?
Besides, even if she had wanted a relationship, how would the sheltered unicorn go about it? Twilight knew nothing about romance, and even less than nothing about what colts expected from a serious relationship. She would stumble around blindly, with about as much poise as a three-legged donkey doing the foxtrot. Twilight had long since accepted the fact that she wasn't cut out to be someone's marefriend, at least not in the foreseeable future. Perhaps one day, maybe, when all the books had been turned inside out and Princess Celestia was six feet under.
....
....
Twilight sat in silent thought, pondering the idea of a relationship, turning it over and over again in her mind, Eventually, the mare reached an unholy conclusion.
She could deny it all she wanted, but Twilight was a mare, and one with needs at that. Her own hoof wasn't cutting it any more; it was ridiculously far from aerodynamic and could not possibly provide her with the satisfaction that another pony could. One way or another, the unicorn would have to face the facts; she needed to get laid.
But how? Twilight knew everything there was to know about the biology of ponykind, but really nothing about the science of attraction. On top of that, she had learned everything from books, and had zero practice in the field. Every bit of information she had gathered about actively pleasing a mare was from her own hoof, and about pleasing a colt was from her own imagination.
Twilight's revelations were cut short by a knock on the door, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin for fear that, somehow, the guest would hear what she had been considering.
A pony let herself in barely a second after she'd knocked. "Helloooo-oooo!" She called in a sing-song voice. There was no mistaking that voice. Even if Twilight had been knocked silly, drugged, and had her ears stuffed with cotton, she would have been able to identify the pony from which it came.
Twilight stood from her desk and clopped down the stairs to greet Pinkie Pie. "Oh hello, Pinkie Pie, what brings you by?" She asked, smiling, though her mind remained elsewhere.
"Oh hiya, Twilight, I was just walking by and had some free time so I decided to drop by and pay-WHOA!" The bubbly pony exclaimed, before cocking and eyebrow and smiling even wider. "Did you get a mane cut?"
Twilight used a hoof to edge away a strand of hair. Her hair. The same style with which the sun rose and set. "Oh yes, I'm glad you noticed." She lied, choosing her battles. An argument with Pinkie was like a boxing match; she may well win, but not without getting hit a few times.
"Of course I did, silly! You look super fantastic!" Pinkie enthusiastically complimented. Twilight accepted it with a smile.
Pinkie gave another small smile of assurance, and, with a bat of her eyelashes, broke into a trot, edging her way along the bookcases. Her hair bounced behind her as she skipped along, humming to a tune only she knew as she appraised each one of Twilight's books. Though the studious unicorn failed to see the entertainment value in what seemed to be hopping around in pointless circles, it brought a wider smile to her friend's features that any book could have.
Twilight watched as Pinkie introduced herself graciously to her tomes, laughing at their jokes as the eccentric pony befriended the lot of them. The unicorn mused at the simplicity with which Pinkie could be entertained, the depth of her seemingly boundless imagination, the carefree spirit that glowed through her core like a violet flame that could never be extinguished...
... Her smile, with its unadulterated happiness, stretching corner to corner with shimmering white teeth... Her eyes, which in themselves told jokes and spread joy to even the darkest of places, clear turquoise like the eastern sea...
...Her flank, which swayed side to side as she trotted, with the most inviting tail, like a tuft of cotton candy that the unicorn could only dream to take a bite from...
Twilight caught her thoughts just before they took a turn for the raunchy, but not before an idea blazed through her mind like a lightning strike. An idea so foreign, so very risque that it brought a smile to Twilight's face, despite her very best efforts to keep herself under control.
Again, what did she know about the physiology of pleasure, aside from what medical journals could provide? Next to nothing. Ethics aside, what could she do? Was Twilight expected by some cruel turn of fate to refuse an opportunity that all but tied itself up in front of her and threw itself into the cooking pot?
No. She was a researcher, a pony of reality; she had dedicated her life to finding the truth and aligning herself with the facts. After all, this would be in the name of science.
"Pinkie Pie," Twilight began, selecting her words as though she were treading on thin ice. "You said you had some free time?"
The bouncing pony stopped in her tracks as though some unseen force had yanked her by the tail. "You betcha, Twilight! That's why I'm meeting your books!" Pinkie explained, gesturing with a hoof at the rows of bookcases. Twilight raised her brows and smiled.
She steeled herself for the next question. It was now or never, and remember, it was all purely scientific. "So, Pinkie..." Twilight lingered on the words, momentarily reminding herself how to speak. "Do you wanna try a little...experiment?" The unicorn resisted the urge to brace herself as though a grenade had been thrown through the window.
"Experiment? Like science-y stuff?" Pinkie asked, her voice laced with confusion and her face crinkled. Twilight froze solid enough to make Discord jealous. "I'd LOVE to! Sounds super fun!"
The unicorn breathed a sigh of relief that felt like a balloon of worry deflating in her chest. "That's great, Pinkie, let me just get set up!" Turning her back, Twilight concentrated her magic into setting up a decent work station, while Pinkie bounced around her, throwing the occasional peek over her friend's shoulder.
"What kind of science are we doing? Fun science? Candy science?" Pinkie asked, her voice growing higher in pitch and more eager with each passing word. "Candy science is my favorite, what are we going to experiment on? Gumballs? Gummy worms? Gummy bears?"
Twilight turned to face her friend, levitating a pair of black wire-rimmed glasses onto the bridge of her snout. "Well, not exactly..." She admitted, before making a note in a small journal with a flick of magic. "Let's just call this..."Field Study on the Physiological Effects of Reproductive Pleasure on Ponies and their Responses to Various Stimuli."
Pinkie felt her eyes roll in opposite directions before nodding, the eternal smile plastered on her face in enthusiasm. "I had no idea. But it sounds fun! Who are we going to stimuli?" She asked, bouncing her head in unchained excitement.
For the sake of science, Twilight chose to ignore her friend's incorrect use of the word. "Well, I was thinking we'd start with you." She revealed, with a nod toward Pinkie, who positively glowed. "Hop up on the table, lie completely flat."
The test subject did what was requested of her without a second thought, almost too readily, with a smile that rivaled Celestia's sun gleaming on her face. Twilight smiled at her patient willingness as her brain locked into research mode, adjusting her glasses as she turned to retrieve something from behind her.
Pinkie widened her eyes in question as Twilight fastened a wide strap to her head, followed by a number of smaller electrodes, each one placed strategically around the pink party pony's cranium. The science unicorn practically read her mind.
"It's a brain wave activity monitor. It'll measure your differing responses to the physical stimulation." Pinkie nodded, her mouth forming a little 'O' as her eyes rolled upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the peculiar device that covered her head.
"Any other stuff you wanna put on me, Doctor Twilight?" Pinkie asked, following her inquiry with a sugary giggle. Twilight couldn't help but give a giggle of her own. "Doctor Twilight" had a pleasing ring to it, but "Doctor Sparkle" really meant business.
"No, that's all I have for you, PInkie." Twilight assured, before adding, "The rest will be left up to your own...individual...reaction." She punctuated her sentence by pushing a few vibrantly-colored buttons on a dashboard, causing the machine to whir to life. The machine consisted of a panel with several buttons, each undoubtedly for a different function, and a screen, on which was displayed a pattern similar to that found on a heart rate monitor.
"That," Twilight explained, pointing a hoof at the screen, which was showing a regular, moderate pattern, "is your brain activity with no physical stimulus." Pinkie lit up at the sight.
"Ooooh, that's neat! Can't wait to see what it does with the stimulises-es!" She squealed, clopping her hooves together. Twilight felt like doing the same; she couldn't wait either. Not even the second ridiculous misuse of some form of the word "stimulus" could steal away her attention.
"Let's begin with a little bit of modest stimulation." Twilight declared matter-of-factly, before adjusting a pair of thick goggles over her own glasses. Pinkie's smile faltered slightly, a rare sight indeed, as Twilight moved to snap on a pair of intimidating rubber gloves, only adding to the overall scare factor of her ensemble.
Twilight narrowed her eyes as she held her notebook aloft, ready to madly scribble the results of Phase One; electrical influence. Pinkie could not hold back her rapidly increasing inquiries any longer, and opened her mouth to speak, her brows furrowing.
"Um, Doctor Twilight, what're you gonna do first?" She asked, a mild tingle of nervousness lacing her voice. Twilight's eyes widened behind the reflective goggles, although she knew Pinkie couldn't at all see what was happening through them .A flicker of doubt lit in her mind, the one thing a good scientist couldn't afford. Perhaps she was rushing things; perhaps the experiment would have to wait, or be conducted on a different subject. Either way, the anxious Pinkie Pie had asked a question, and a question demanded an answer.
"I'm just going to conduct a little electric current through these wires here," She gestured to the numerous electrodes crowing Pinkie's head, "It will provide direct stimulation to the pleasure centers of the neocortex, which will in turn display on the monitor." Another wave of a purple hoof toward the blinking screen.
Pinkie's face screwed up as she processed what her friend had said, before a little smile grew on her face. "So like an electric shock?" She asked, as Twilight stiffened, thinking she had blown it. "That's new... let's call it 'Shock Humor'!" Pinkie burst into a fit of giggles in her somewhat lame joke, while Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. They were ready to proceed.
But first, the unicorn had to do something. For Pinkie.
At the top of her page reserved for notes, she wrote 'Phase One; Shock Humor.'
The lights were dimmed, Pinkie was set, and Twilight hovered one hoof over the switch that would engage the electric currents.
"Ready, PInkie?" The researcher asked, all too eager to begin. Her quill hovered like a loaded pistol, ready to fire.
"Ready!"
Twilight slammed down on the button with a swift motion, feeling the machine vibrate and whir under her hoof, generating the electricity which was about to be pulsed into Pinkie's brain. Science? Yes. Safety? Maybe yes.
The library went completely black all of a sudden, the silence broken by a spark and a fizz as the machine short-circuited with a dying whir. The lights came back on just as suddenly as they had went off, and Twilight was faced with nothing but a blank screen where Pinkie's rapidly jumping brain activity was supposed to be by now.
She turned to her subject, who was still on the table, holding her eyes closed in anticipation. When no shock came, she dared peeking out from one eye.
"Was that it?" The pink pony asked, disappointed but at the same time relieved that she didn't have to get burned to a crisp today.
Twilight lifted her goggled, brushing her mane out of the way as she did so. "I just don't get it. Why didn't it work?" Pinkie shrugged, not sitting up from the table.
No matter. As a faithful mare of science, she could get over this. There would always be another way to achieve the desired results. Perhaps, even, this would yield a little more experience to the ever-curious unicorn.
"Minor setback," Twilight declared, readjusting her spectacles, preparing once more to engage in what ground-breaking science she could achieve in the cozy enclosure that was her library. "On to plan B, manual stimulation."
Pinkie felt a thrill rocket through her veins like a spike of ice water, an balanced mixture of trepidation and excitement regarding what was about to befall her. Manual stimulation...like-?
Her thoughts were cut short by a final inquiry by her friend, who bore a serious expression that made the pink pony recede slightly. "If you object, Pinkie Pie, go ahead and tell me, I promise not to hold it against you." She spoke in gentle but firm voice, working to draw an honest response from her friend.
Pinkie Pie twisted the idea over in her head, though not for long as her own hormonal self betrayed her. She nodded, her smile growing to epic proportions as it spanned from valley to river across her features. Twilight felt a bubble of relief swell inside her chest for the third time that day. This time, this time nothing could come between a researcher and her data.
The very room itself held its breath as a silence so thick scarcely even their thoughts could penetrate it spread between the pink party pony and the powerful purple mage. Twilight leaned forward, ever so gently, ever so glacially slowly, closing the distance between herself and the pony in front of her with sickening pace.
Pinkie's breath caught in her throat, escaping like little butterflies in short wisps, tickling the tip of Twilight's snout with sugary sweetness. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, creating a percussion symphony that relayed the intangible adrenaline as it pulsed through her brain, clouding her thought. Twilight moved ever closed, before, in what was really only a couple of seconds, meeting Pinkie's lips with her own.
The two met in the gentlest embrace, connected by the lips, the spirits of the ponies meeting and exchanging as the very electricity Twilight had attempted to generate burned between them. The unicorn made a feeble attempt to keep her composure, to remember her professionalism, for the sake of all that was good and scientific....
Whatever string of coherent thought the unicorn could possibly hope to conjure up was swept away in a blaze of unfamiliar, unrecoverable passion as the earth pony deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into the purple mare's mouth without a moment's delay. Twilight could taste the unrivaled sweetness as Pinkie's tongue moved inside her mouth, sending little sparks of pleasure ricocheting inside the unicorn's temporarily useless brain.
An eternity too soon, Pinkie pulled away, leaving her friend blinking foolishly in her absence, desperate to feel her soft lips pressed against hers once more. The party pony looked at her friend with innocently wide eyes, as though she had not contributed to the exchange that had just passed, or to the arousal now precipitating from between Twilight's hind legs.
"Wanna take a note?" She asked, batting her eyelashes in the most adorable, sweet, teasing, cruel, absolute evil way. Twilight's brain simply whirled around and around in the blender created by the kiss of kisses. The fact that she was able to make sounds that were even slightly more than foalish jabber was astounding to her.
"No." The breathless Twilight said, and it was as simple as that. Within the moment she was pressed back up against her friend, who received her with nothing short of gasping enthusiasm.
Their lips met again with almost feverish passion, fire burning between the two as years of sexual repression melded them into one joint consciousness. Twilight couldn't restrain herself and gave a high-pitched moan as she felt herself dampen beyond her control at Pinkie's ministrations, the feeling of her tongue stroking the inside of her mouth. The warmth of her little bubblegum-hued body pressed against her or the silkiness of her fur as it rubbed against her own certainly didn't help the unicorn, who was overheating like the lair of a dragon with bronchitis.
Pinkie complimented Twilight's moan with one of her own, delightfully sugary and sweet as could be. "Mmmmpf," She released into her friend's mouth, sending peculiar vibrations through the orifice of the latter. Twilight soaked up the sound, sweet as a tinkling bell to her ears.
Pure instinct that embodied tons of held-back sexual energy latched onto the purple mare's brain, who climbed onto the table where Pinkie still was, hovering over her as they stayed locked at the lips. Deepening the kiss, Twilight began to absent move her hips against Pinkie's, groaning as her swollen sex grazed that of the mare under her. Pinkie's eyes shot open as her pupils dilated.
"Whoa, Twilight," She said, abruptly breaking the kiss that had consumed Twilight's thoughts. "Can you do that again? It felt super good!" Twilight didn't offer a reply vocally, the following gyration of her hips speaking volumes in itself.
Pinkie squealed as her pleasure center met Twilight's, creating a zap of pleasure that crackled between them. Twilight gave a moan of her own to accompany Pinkie, responding with another thrust of her hips.
With each movement forward, Twilight felt a jolt of pleasure that set her hair on end as her swollen clitoris met her friend's , threatening waves of pleasure the likes of which she had never felt before. There was no way that the unicorn could have achieved this level of ecstasy on her own, not even with magical interference. Never had the mare been so grateful for where a simple experiment could lead.
Another one of Pinkie's moans snapped the purple mare back to reality, and she ground herself against the pink pony again, sending yet another shock of pleasure through both of their spines. Twilight worked herself into a rhythm, pushing onto Pinkie with medium pace, each thrust earning her a cute moan and a complimenting thrust back.
The unicorn gradually increased her speed, lightning flicking between the both of them as their clits met each other with each movement. Twilight buried her face into Pinkie's neck, stifling her increasingly loud moans with her vengefully curly hair. Pinkie snaked her hooves over Twilight's back, grazing her soft purple coat as she held on, helping the mare grind harder against her.
Soon Twilight was thrusting like a stallion, her moans turning to squeals of unparalleled pleasure as her tail swooshed, keeping her balance. Pinkie too felt herself nearing the shores of release, offering moans and whimpers almost nonstop as her friend pleasured her.
Without warning, Twilight felt herself seize up. Her eyes flew open, looking to the heavens as she felt her internals explode, orgasm pounding out of her with ferocity previously unseen in the mare's life. Colors faded to sounds as sounds faded to smells, sense turning to nonsense as Twilight indulged in the nonsensical universe that flooded her nerves and every corner of her mind, filling her to the brim with screaming ecstasy. A trickle of fluid rolled down her leg onto Pinkie, but the purple mare would never notice.
Pinkie followed shortly after. Her entire body clenched under her friend as she dug her hooves into the back of the spasmodic Twilight, holding her with a strength nopony would've guessed her capable of. She let out a cry into the abyss as she fell into it, swept away in the maelstrom of orgasm that consumed every particle of her being, leaving an empty shell of nothing but pulsating pleasure and fuzzy half-formed thoughts. Her juices mixed with Twilight's as they squirted out of her in rhythm with each contraction of her pleasure-concentrated sex.
Twilight's breath came in ragged gasps as she rolled off her partner, almost falling off the table as she did so. Thoughts were once again beginning to form in her brain, though she was still cloudy from the occasional twitch of the aftershocks of a celestial, transcendental orgasm.
Pinkie heaved, her chest rising and falling in great gasps, catching her breath. She smiled wistfully as a thought crossed her tired mind.
"Twilight?" She asked, her voice floating weak and exhausted, but completely happy. Twilight turned her head with great difficulty.
"Yes, Pinkie?"
Pinkie smiled to her friend, her eyes glowing with humor. "You didn't take any notes."
Twilight sighed, before smiling and offering Pinkie a coy wink. She leaned her head back, resting it on her friend's shoulder, reveling in the moment's glow. "That's alright, I don't mind doing this experiment again."
*~*~*
Twilight hummed herself a tune as she sorted her books, blowing a puff of dust off of a particularly old one before placing it on the shelf alongside its mates. The sound of a door opening broke her concentration from her task as the purple unicorn turned to face her guest.
"Oh hey, Rainbow Dash, glad to see you." The librarian greeted with a bright smile, trotting over to meet her friend. Rainbow Dash returned a smile of her own, a smug expression showing through the grin.
A thought zapped through her head as Twilight's eyes widened, remembering a question she wanted to ask.
"Hey! How did your date with Soarin' go yesterday?" She asked, the same schoolfilly excitement leaking through her tone. Rainbow Dash didn't immediately respond, her smile turning into a smirk. Twilight felt crazed excitement shoot through her as she realized she already knew the answer.
"Did you, you know," the purple filly began, nudging her friend with a knowing smile, who still remained quiet, waiting for Twilight's question. "Score?" There, she had said it.
Rainbow lit up, telling Twilight all that she needed to know with just her expression. "Oh hay yeah I did!" She exclaimed, pumping a hoof through the hair in triumph. Twilight smiled impossibly wide, before Rainbow continued.
"Oh I scored alright. Several times. We were doing it outside, so it got a little rough at some parts," she recounted as Twilight's face slowly turned into one of horror. She didn't need to know the details. Rainbow was oblivious to her expression, and went on. "He was fast, but I was definitely faster. Plus he isn't that big, so it was easy."
Twilight bit her lip and swallowed a giggle, her eyes still wide with surprise. Rainbow recounted even more.
"One time, he tried to nail me from behind, but WHAM! I got him instead!" Twilight nearly fainted. Rainbow continued, unashamed, leaving the mare to wonder how she could talk about something so private with so little thought. She even employed little gestures with her hooves.
"Yeah, it was definitely awesome. I totally won." Rainbow chuckled, running a hoof through her prismatic mane.
"Soarin' sucks at ponyball."
