Just One Night
A One-Shot TwiDash Clopfic by eXtaticus
The dull, humming throbs and vibrations of an overpowering bass pulsated heavily outwards through the club, shaking the very tiling of the dancefloor, the stomping hooves and sweaty bodies of its inhabitants, and the effervescent, luminous fluids that they took large gulps of at regular intervals. An unmistakable, roaring growl that morphed and modulated simultaneously with the earthquake-like beat formed the hallmark sounds of a classic DJ-PON3 hit, and the sea of drunken dancers bounced and punched the air in near-perfect synchronisation with the deep rhythm. Laser lights traced elegant, rainbow-hued patterns in the air as they flung themselves backwards and forwards sharply with every pulse, and a soft layer of hazy smoke bleached the atmosphere a diluted grey which appeared to flash as the lights did – and all the while, the intense drive of the DJ's dubstep continued to power through the building and fuel the energy of the passionate dancing therein.
“I still can't believe that I allowed myself to be dragged out to a place like this”, remarked a particularly disgruntled lavender unicorn who, despite having elected to sit well out of the way of the numerous enormous speakers that lined the establishment, still had to raise her voice considerably in order for her message to be heard by the rainbow-maned pegasus opposite her. “And you,” she jabbed a hoof accusingly at her partner, who merely smiled smugly back “are truly more tasteless than I initially thought if you genuinely used to spend your evenings in places like this while you were in flight school.”
“C'mon Twi, we both know that you missed out on a hell of a lot of action while you were in college on account of you being a nerdy, friendless recluse, so I'm just trying to fill you in on the basics while we're both still young enough for it not to be weird or pointless.” replied Dash, a playfully mocking tone edging its way into her voice as she casually insulted her friend, and the smiles on their faces becoming slightly more profound at the cyan mare's sly sarcasm. “And you could probably use a drink at the very least, in any case; you've been far too tense over all of this studying for the last few days, and your all-nighters, coffee binges and erratic mood-swings are beginning to worry the rest of us – here; have this one”.
Dash handed Twilight a tall, curved glass of vibrant blue fluid – it smelled, like most oddly-coloured fluids that the purple pony deemed edible, of an assortment of fresh, cool berries, with a thick undertone of alcohol slicing its way through the fruity aroma. Recoiling almost instantaneously at the sheer power of the drink's scent, she caught a glimpse of the pleading, worried look in her friend's eyes, and immediately thought better of her prejudices towards the liquid; Dash had, after all, taken her out as something of a treat, hadn't she? And Twilight certainly didn't want to disappoint or offend the friend who was obviously trying to impress her – so what harm would a single radioactive-looking beverage do to her if she sipped it slowly and had a small snack on the side? Twilight resolved to at least humour her partner by taking a drink; it was the least she could to to repay Dash for the trouble of taking her out.
Fifteen minutes and three empty glasses later, and Twilight was, for lack of a better term, absolutely hammered; her hooves felt as though they had been gripped by an indescribable force of slightly warm numbness, her body was swaying and unbalanced, and her tail – though she couldn't feel anything beyond her midriff – appeared to be twitching uncontrollably. Managing barely to ignore the radial blur at the edge of her vision, Twilight attempted to continue her conversation with Rainbow Dash, which was harder than she initially expected; for one, her brain felt as though it was filled to the absolute brim with cotton candy, and getting a coherent string of thought from it was an impressive feat in itself, and she had as much control over her jaws as a puppeteer does over a jelly marionette through a ten-metre length of string. So, what was supposed to sound like something along the lines of “Dash, I'm pissed out of my usually very intelligent mind, and we really need to leave lest I do something stupid” eventually surfaced as “say, Dash, you wanna dance? 'Cause I'm feelin' good, and it is ON tonight!”
After a short period of contemplation, (which basically amounted to “eh, what the hell, I don't have to clean clouds for a couple of days anyway, and for the first time in months, Twilight actually looks as though she'll enjoy herself”) Rainbow decided to match her partner's drunkenness by downing as many fluorescent fluids in as short a time as the flesh in her throat would allow (she swore that stuff was the same gunk that they used to fill the glowsticks) and stumbling haphazardly to the dancefloor in a inebriated daze.
The dancefloor was a literal jam of perspiring ponies, with the everlasting throb of the bass punctuating every last jump, air-punch and head-bang. A heady stench of body odour, fake smoke and alcohol saturated the air, making breathing something of a chore – yet still, they danced on, the music strong and piercing through the thick, hot atmosphere. At the centre of it all, two ponies danced, entranced by the explosive synaesthesia of the sound, colours and smells of the club, their minds wholly occupied by an alcoholic fog and a seemingly unquenchable thirst to go on; they were gradually giving in to some ancient, long-forgotten pony instinct, their hooves and bodies guiding their heads, and their dancing a long way out of their conscious control.
As if magnetised by the heat radiating from each other's bodies, the two mares began to slowly draw themselves closer together, their occasional bumps and touches both numbed and electrified by the atmosphere, alcohol and endorphins. Twilight absent-mindedly opened her eyes as the tempo of the music gradually accelerated, casually slipping a sweat-slicked forearm across Rainbow Dash's shoulders, giving a deliberate teasing brush on the sensitive tips of the cyan mare's wings – and at the latter's realisation of their position, said wings immediately snapped upright of their own accord in a mixture of surprise and arousal.
In a sudden moment, the buzz inside Rainbow's mind intensified, as she found herself responsively repositioning her and Twilight so that they were almost facing each other – and impulsively reached both forearms around the other pony's neck, pulling her into a tight, warm embrace. She could, even without opening her eyes, practically feel her partner's playful smile as she leant forwards towards her, the heavy gusts of hot breath down the front of her neck making her back legs weaken somewhat and tingle in strained anticipation – and closer still the two moved.
As the lasers began to flash brighter and the bass pump harder, Twilight found the heat of the moment almost unbearable, and decided that she simply had to offload some of the immense sexual tension that had built up inside of her over the course of the evening into Rainbow – which, theoretically, involved a sensually tentative though carefully aimed nuzzle towards the side of the pegasus' muzzle, the touches fleeting enough to arouse further interest and perhaps a more forward reciprocation of the gesture.
What actually happened was that the pressure building up between Twilight's hind legs and the lingering fuzz of drunkenness made it impossible for her to aim and time her shot accurately enough; instead of the casual extension of their embrace that she had initially planned, the lavender mare accidentally jerked forwards a touch too soon, brushing her lips past the side of Rainbow Dash's and eliciting a pleasured yet surprised meep from her partner – who responded to the sudden stepping-up of the proceedings with a suggestive lick of her lips and the most pervertedly kinky grin that she could possibly muster.
Tentatively, both mares leaned slowly forwards, their motions slow yet far from smooth, Rainbow in particular being uncharacteristically hesitant and still. Their eyes fluttered closed in perfect unison, and the minute void that separated their snouts shrank slowly, the ponies bracing themselves for the full frontal impact that would inevitably follow. Between ragged, sharp gasps and through the muffled fog of her maddened intoxication and the outside world of the club that seemed to explode around her, Twilight could just make out the fleeting warmth of her partner's outward breaths dancing lightly across her muzzle – and in an instant of new-found rapidity and confidence, the breaths temporarily ceased, as the millimetres of air and emptiness that once held the two at bay collapsed and gave in under the immense heat and pressure of the moment.
And in that final instant, both in a metaphorical and very real sense, the bass dropped.
Twilight struck first, throwing caution to the wind and darting her tongue into Rainbow's open mouth with an intense and passionate flick, the latter reciprocating the motion with just as much force mere moments later – and in a quick wrestle for dominance, it was the cyan pegasus who emerged as the victor, melting her opponent in a wave of searingly hot bliss as the drums pounded hard and the lasers strobed viciously. She poured her soul into the kiss, connecting with the unicorn on a far deeper, more subconscious level than the steamy physicality of their contact would ordinarily allow.
They jumped and danced in harmony and perfect rhythm with each-other and the music, tongues entwined in a fiery embrace and forearms groping sensually at wherever they could find intimate contact. The ever-growing pains of the compressed heat and anticipation in their nether regions was blooming and bursting to near-intolerable levels, as both their pleasure and frustration began to peak concurrently. Twilight broke the kiss as suddenly as she'd started it, a thin trail of silvery saliva forming a wet bridge between her own lips and Dash's. The rainbow-maned pegasus was quick to spot the tell-tale tenseness that her partner was obviously doing a bad job of hiding, and leaned forwards once more, deliberately and teasingly slowly, this time aiming slightly higher than her partner's mouth; gracing her lavender lover's ear with the tips of her teeth and drawing a throaty yet uncontrollably excited purr from her, she whispered in a low, sensual tone:
“Twi, that was unbelievably awesome for a first kiss – but I can see and smell that you want to take things a little further, and honestly, I do too: so, if you're not too plastered to teleport us back to the library... Well, let's just say that I can show you a different kind of kiss. What do you think?”
The answer that Rainbow had hoped to hear came in a sudden tightening of their embrace, followed by a blindingly bright purple flash that engulfed both mares in its ethereal glow – before fleetly depositing Twilight face-up on top of her bed, and Dash face-down on top of Twilight. Their sudden change of position prompted the pegasus to immediately take advantage of the situation, and she wrapped her forearms around the other mare's midriff, ensuring to stroke every available inch of her up and down in the process. This drew several delighted gasps of pleasure from Twilight, who was quickly silenced by Dash's tongue slipping swiftly into her mouth and caressing her own; they tangled in a new kind of dance, exploring each-other without uttering a syllable or making a single sound, their saliva mingling and their bodies growing gradually warmer with each tantalising stroke as their kiss deepened.
In the intensified, passionate heat of the moment, Twilight began to explore more of Rainbow's body with her hooves and legs, working her way round her partner's wet, sweat-drenched form in carefully teasing strokes and rubs. She graced her flank with a brief caress, enjoying a short twitch of the other mare's hind legs as she did so – and in response to this, she gravitated her hooves towards Dash's most sensitive, moist and private areas.
A final moment of courage was all it took for Twilight to thrust a single front hoof down to meet the pegasus' hot vagina, brushing the saturated, dripping layers of fur that usually guarded and hid it well out of the way – and she went in for the kill, feverishly massaging and kneading the sensitive, swollen flesh underneath and occasionally allowing her rubs to become deeper, and more vigorous.
It was in one of these more energetic strokes that Twilight inadvertently prodded her lover's inflamed clit, drawing a short spurt of hot fluid to ooze immediately from the now cum-slicked and thoroughly stimulated hole – and Rainbow broke their passionate kiss, throwing her head back and thrusting hard and rhythmically into the edge of Twilight's eagerly waiting hooves, giving moans and cries of intense pleasure as she neared the brink of an almighty climax.
Sensing that her partner was getting dangerously close to the orgasm that she so craved, Twilight slowed the motions of her hoof, (much to the pegasus' audible chagrin) and guided the end of her spare forearm towards her own anxious sex; although watching Rainbow writhe at her whim had seriously turned her on to the point of wetness, she still had quite a way to go until she was able to match her lover's level of arousal – and she was hell-bent on cumming together with Dash.
Deciding that she'd had enough of being teased by Twilight's slow strokes and restrained (yet oh-so-sexy) moans and squirms, the rainbow-maned mare elected to remove herself from the lavender unicorn altogether, turning around entirely and unceremoniously shoving her own throbbing, orgasm-craving vagina into her partner's face – which elicited more than a few surprised squeaks from Twilight, who blushed at the sight and heady smell of Dash's hot sex hovering mere centimetres in front of her snout.
“Follow my lead”, Rainbow whispered, a clearly strained rasp in her voice as she struggled to keep it under control in the face of her unchained excitement and the prospect of what she was about to do.
Twilight's eyes widened in sudden shocked realisation as Dash flicked her tongue suggestively out of her mouth for a few brief moments – and immediately set upon sticking it deep inside Twilight's hardened, moist vagina. She explored the liquids, the warmth and the folds of her lover's most deep, inner walls, as she tasted, smelled, pleasured and rode her all at once. She dove deep inside her partner's sensitive cavity, slicking her tongue along every bump and into every facet of her tunnels, pulling back strategically at each pleasured twitch to tease and rub at her sensitive, throbbing clitoris.
She was beginning to push Twilight over the edge, and as such, the lavender mare sprang into action, reciprocating and repeating Dash's movements and instructions to the letter – but with added speed, vigour and relish as she poured her entire self and all of her energy into the intercourse, partially dipping her dampened snout into the front of her partner's warmed, oozing and painfully aroused cunt. Stretching it wide as she repeatedly slammed her tongue ever-deeper into Rainbow's inner sanctums, she upped her aggressiveness by nipping at the pegasus' clit with the tips of her teeth – and felt, through a sudden surge of hot fluid and stifled groans from the other mare, that she had her suspended on the verge of the orgasm that she cried out for.
Redoubling her efforts in a final attempt to give Twilight the ride of her life, Rainbow struck hard and fast at her clitoris, lapping up pools of warm fluid as she went. Her hind legs were moving of their own accord and bucking hard into Twilight's face, who was returning the motion in full force and virtually even rhythm. She felt the tell-tale signs of the approaching orgasm creep up on her, as her every muscle began to tense and clench up under the stress of the raw heat that seared upwards through her veins from her own enraged vagina, the licks, flicks and jabs of her tongue becoming ever more aggressive and erratic. She moaned softly into her partner's twitching, over-stimulated, liquid-pumping sex as she gave in to the animalistic desires that had successfully overwhelmed her – and both herself and Twilight reached their climaxes in the very same moment.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through both ponies with unbelievable force, sweat pouring off them in droves and musky fluids literally gushing from their lower regions as their bodies contorted and writhed involuntarily – they rode the orgasm in perfect synchronisation, gripping onto one another and squeezing as tight as they could as they both came into each-other's open, waiting mouths, the taste of their primal desire fuelling the maddeningly hot fire of their climax even in its later stages. Totally spent after their long, hard exertion, they both collapsed, thoroughly drained of energy and sexual tension as the pressure of their orgasm gave way to a feeling of cool, lasting relief.
Realising the ridiculousness of their position, they combed the protecting layers of fur back in front of their soundly satisfied (though somewhat sore) private areas and snuggled down next to each-other on top of the bed covers. They soundlessly gazed deep into one another's eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither of them wanting to break the beautiful romance of the moment, a light breeze from a slightly open window rolling across them as their eyes shined in the moonlight, and sleep began to take hold. Rainbow was first to speak:
“So... what happens now?” She said, her voice no more than a fleeting whisper.
“What do you mean?” Twilight replied, suddenly slightly concerned over her friend's sudden change in tone.
“I mean... Well, we just had sex, Twi; are we, like, marefriends now, or... And what do we tell our friends?”
Any last traces of alcohol that still remained in Twilight seemed to vanish in an instant, and she tentatively answered Rainbow's question:
“I honestly don't know the answer to that, Rainbow; that was the most fun I think I've ever had in my entire life, but I want it to be more than that – so, I guess, we do what comes naturally to us, and just take it all as it comes. That said, I...” she paused, looking down at her still-damp hooves, and sighed, before carrying on her sentence, eyes closed and heart racing: “I don't think that there's anypony who I'd rather have shared this moment with than you – and you can make of that what you will...”
A short silence ensued, during which time, Dash had wiggled her way over to Twilight and wrapped her forearms around her, looking down and smiling warmly.
“I think I love you, Twilight Sparkle.”
Twilight's eyes immediately opened at this revelation, her heartbeat beginning to slow in relief at the pegasus' words, and she replied:
“And I think I love you too.”
And with that, they shared a final, fleeting kiss before settling into a loving embrace, and allowed the darkness of sleep to take them both on into a new day – and although their future remained uncertain, they were safe and secure in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow would bring, they would take it on together.
