It seemed like ages before the bathroom door finally clicked open, long after the sounds of the shower had ceased. It was getting late; Twilight was mindful of the time because they had to wake very early the next day. She had been wondering why Sunset was taking so long, though the sight of her finally emerging made it obvious that she had spent at least some time getting her hair mostly dry.

Sunset cautiously stepped towards Twilight, stopping a few feet in front of her. Her usual relaxed demeanor was absent; she was staring at the ground and holding her left wrist, rubbing the skin with her thumb.

Twilight stood up. She had intended to be decisive, but at the moment of action she faltered, paralyzed. She simply stood there, waiting with her hands at her sides.

They faced each other, nearly frozen, for a full tense minute.

It was Sunset who finally broke the heavy silence. With noticeably shaky hands, she undid her bathrobe belt and let the entire garment fall to the floor. She awkwardly fidgeted with her hands for a moment before clasping them behind her back, leaving her body completely uncovered for her girlfriend.

Sunset was gorgeous.

Twilight marveled at the beautifully feminine roundness of Sunset’s shoulders and the way her slender neck was framed by her wavy hair and delicate collarbone. The dim light and shadows only seemed to accentuate her sinuous curves, highlighting her magnificent hourglass figure and the gentle swell of her breasts.

Those boobs!

Sunset had, in Twilight’s very firm opinion, the perfect pair, round and pert and full without being overlarge, tipped with tiny pink nipples visibly stiff from the chill of the evening.

Twilight dropped her gaze towards the ground, slowly working from Sunset’s feet upwards across her long, sensuous legs…

And finally stopped at her sex.

Twilight barely noticed the well-trimmed scarlet landing strip that would have answered her earlier curiosity. Transfixed, she gawked at her girlfriend’s vulva for far too long before she remembered herself.

Oh gosh, how can I possibly match how beautiful she is?

But Twilight took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened her own bathrobe, making a sharp intake of breath as the cold air hit her bare skin. She held it that way for a few moments before dropping it onto the floor.

She was suddenly painfully aware of her boyish figure and unflattering bust. It made her whole body feel stiff and ugly, and she fought the urge to curl up and cover herself.

But then she heard a tiny gasp, followed by a thought that Sunset had inadvertently murmured out loud:

“Oh gosh, you’re so perfect…”

Twilight’s eyes snapped wide open. Sunset was lost in a slack-jawed gawk, completely entranced. Her gaze was darting all over Twilight’s petite body – though obviously very often drifting downwards to her vulva, only to flick away almost immediately after.

“Y-you can look at it, you know…” Twilight mumbled.

“H-huh?”

“I mean you can go ahead and stare if you like…” continued Twilight, “down there.” She widened her stance slightly, feeling her clit twitch in anticipation of the attention.

Sunset’s face quickly reddened, but she immediately proceeded to make full use of the permission she had been granted. It took only a second for a dopey smile to appear on her face.

It was oddly calming. That Sunset, with her popularity, flawless figure and normally boundless confidence, could be so enraptured by Twilight’s body – it felt so surreal that her self-consciousness quickly evaporated.

They spent several minutes admiring each other before Twilight finally remembered how late it was getting.

“We… we should probably go to bed.”

It broke Sunset from her engrossed ogling. For a few seconds she simply stared blankly into Twilight’s eyes, as if the statement didn’t quite register.

“We have to wake up really early tomorrow to drive to Sweet Apple Acres,” Twilight reminded her.

“Oh! Oh yeah.” Sunset blinked several times as she gathered her wits. “I uh… forgot for a bit there.”

She smiled, and took a step forward, leaning in for the usual goodnight kiss. But Twilight stopped her with a finger to the lips.

“Sunset… remember the rules, okay?”

Sunset nodded, the guilty expression from her apology a week ago quickly returning to her face.

“I’ll be good,” she said, her voice subdued.

So instead of the tight embrace and deep kiss that they usually shared before bed, Sunset put her hands on Twilight’s hips and gave her a tender peck on the lips.

***

Twilight squirmed under the covers, nestling herself in her usual spot. Sunset’s assurance made her feel a lot more secure, even though to be fair Sunset had never before broken the particular rule she had been referring to.

No making out in bed.

That rule had come about after their first night alone together, when they had both gotten seriously carried away.

That was the first time I let Sunset go under my bra…

And now we’re going to be sleeping together naked. Just two months later.

There was a faint click of the light switch, and darkness shrouded the room.

Behind her, she could hear Sunset following her into bed, the comforter wrapping tightly around them both. And then Sunset circled her arm around her waist, the way she always did when they spooned. They settled into a tranquil stillness.

…

But it wasn’t quite right.

Twilight could hear Sunset’s heavy, controlled breathing. She could sense the tension in Sunset’s arm, fingers cupped tightly together instead of spread wide to touch as much as possible. And instead of the usual press of Sunset’s ample breasts, all Twilight could feel were Sunset’s bare nipples gently poking against her back, leaving a tiny gap between their bodies.

And it felt off. Weird, even.

Sunset was usually so much more… grabby in bed, fully enjoying – and taking advantage of – Twilight’s lack of underclothing in pajamas. It was something that had at first caused Twilight no end of annoyance, but gradually the irritation mellowed into acceptance. Eventually, she had come to expect and even look forward to being fondled.

But tonight, Sunset was meekly keeping her hands where they should be.

They just lay there quietly for several minutes. Despite the stillness, Twilight knew Sunset wasn’t anywhere close to falling asleep.

For a moment, Twilight contemplated simply telling Sunset to go ahead and put her hands wherever she wanted, but immediately reconsidered.

What if one thing led to another…

Instead, Twilight wriggled backwards until the gap closed. She heard a little surprised gasp come from behind her ear, but the arm around her waist didn’t relax.

Why is Sunset being so self-conscious?

Twilight sighed.

But unexpectedly, the intake of breath gave her the answer. It was very faint, and mixed with the smell of the room and shampoo and other aromas, but Twilight instantly recognized the telltale musky, sour scent.

Sunset’s aroused.

She didn’t know how to respond. Of course Sunset was aroused; after a whole day of discreetly flirting with each other, they were finally alone, lying in bed naked for the very first time.

I am such an idiot! How could I have imagined she would be relaxed?

Twilight shifted her hips slightly. There was a slight but definite dampness in between her own thighs. And yet despite their state of arousal, Sunset was doing her best to respect Twilight’s body the way she always wanted.

Is that what I really want?

It occurred to Twilight that she would very much prefer that Sunset be as grabby as ever, even if it meant giving her hands full access to the most private regions of Twilight’s naked body. It would be undoubtedly better than this unnatural tension.

She’s doing this because she’s still feeling guilty.

Did I break her? Did I use her love for me to force her to change? WHY did I think I wanted her to change this? It’s what I like most about her!

I always want her to skirt the line of what is allowed, and then get angry when she crosses it.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I am a tease.

A tiny, growing tinge of guilt began to swell in Twilight’s gut.

Maybe…

Maybe I should just give in…

An image of Sunset’s sex flashed in Twilight’s mind. She thought of her tongue slipping into those folds while Sunset stuck those lovely fingers of hers into Twilight's dripping pussy…

Her heart began to beat very quickly.

I’ll do it. I owe it to her. I have to be a good girlfriend.

A rushing wave of nerves threatened to overtake her, but Twilight quelled it by clenching her fists and shutting her eyes tight.

When I open my eyes, I’ll turn around and tell her all the rules are off.

Okay, okay. Open them now, and…

But suddenly, Sunset drew backwards, separating them. The chilly air quickly filled the gap, making Twilight shiver. She turned her head to see her girlfriend climbing out of bed.

“I, uh… forgot to go pee,” said Sunset sheepishly. She turned and hastily returned to the bathroom, locking the door with a loud clack.

It took several seconds for Twilight to recover from the sight of Sunset's bare, peach-shaped butt.

She collected herself and breathed a sigh of relief, pulling one of the spare pillows close and hugging it tightly. The interruption had brought her back to her senses, giving her an opportunity to rethink. She swallowed as she realized how close she had been to a rash decision.

This was a mistake…

We’re just being driven by our out-of-control hormones. Maybe we aren’t ready to be so intimate yet. If we were, this wouldn’t be so awkward…

...

Would it?

“Mmph.”

The faint sound made Twilight perk up. It was distinctly Sunset’s voice, amplified by the bathroom echo.

“Haaah… haaah… nngh.”

The sound of quick panting, even muffled by the wall, made it obvious what was going on in the bathroom.

Sunset’s touching herself!

And with it came an equally obvious extrapolation.

Sunset’s touching herself while thinking about me!

Well, of course she does it while thinking of me. Why would I ever think any different? After all, I know she masturbates, and I mean I masturbate too, but then again I never really thought about it very hard, because OH MY GOSH she is in there right now doing it!

“Aaah…”

The moan caused Twilight to instantly conjure a picture of Sunset sitting on the closed toilet seat, head thrown back in ecstasy, her nimble fingers desperately rubbing her breasts and sex.

Fingers…

Twilight lay on her back and brought her right hand up before her face, staring for a moment at her long, slender digits.

And then she drew them back under the covers, snaking towards her crotch.

She had never touched herself in the human world before; there had never been any opportunity with sufficient privacy and inclination. But it couldn’t be all that different from using her hoof.

Her hand slipped between her slightly parted thighs, middle and ring fingers finally coming to rest against the sensitive skin at both sides of her clitoris. Gingerly, she began to stroke the area up and down.

Woah… This is way better than using a hoof.

Her hooves were largely hard and numb except right at the frog. But the tenderness of her own hands felt incredible – it felt so organic, the feeling of her own skin against skin.The gentle and precise pressure of those dainty tips massaging her pubic mound, without the prickly tingle of unicorn magic…

Twilight let out an involuntary sigh.

She stopped, and immediately covered her mouth with her free hand. It was only after few seconds, when Sunset’s continued moans confirmed she hadn’t heard anything, that Twilight allowed herself to relax.

Shifting her attention back downwards, Twilight began exploring the entirety of her nether region; she wanted to know exactly how every part of it felt with her fingers. She briefly caressed the innermost part of her thighs where they met her crotch, then ran her fingertips along her outer lips, tracing the tiny bristles from her regrowing pubic hair.

Her fingers brushed against the delicate creases of her inner lips, making her shudder.

Oh gosh, I could even stick them inside if I wanted to…

She dipped into her entrance, a jolt of pleasure causing her walls to tighten around her fingertips and painting them with her own dripping juices. Twilight concentrated on the image of Sunset pleasuring herself, syncing it with the real panting and moaning coming from the bathroom. She spread the wetness all over her nub and began rubbing it in circles, quickening in pace as Sunset’s panting became shorter and more intense.

And as she continued to stroke herself, the picture in her mind smoothly flowed into one of her lying with her back on Sunset’s chest, legs spread wide as Sunset plunged those wonderful fingers of hers into Twilight’s dripping sex instead of her own.

“Mmph… woaaah! Ah… ah… AH!”

Hearing Sunset’s moans become loader, Twilight abandoned her casual pace and began pushing for as quick a finish as she could. She pressed harder and rubbed herself faster and faster, trying her best to catch up with Sunset’s lead, straightening her back from the intensity and making her butt rise off the bed.

She grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand, almost immediately rubbing the nipple with the ball of her palm, imagining that it was Sunset that was doing the groping. It didn’t matter to her that it didn’t feel anything like the real thing; all she wanted to think of was Sunset touching her.

The tension continued to mount, the new sensations building her to heights that she had previously required magic to attain, making her toes curl in rapture. And the frenzied moaning told her how close Sunset was as well.

“…ah, ah, ah… NnnnnnnAAAAAAAAH!”

Sunset’s climax made Twilight rush to join her; her hand was practically vibrating from the effort, and a few seconds later her exertions were finally rewarded as a burst of pure bliss exploded from her sex. Her hips bucked, hard, spasming uncontrollably as she continued to rub frantically in order to milk every drop of pleasure that she could. Every time a new wave of delight pulsed through her body, she bucked again, until the covers had completely fallen off onto the floor.

Eventually, the pulses receded, and her body flopped limply back onto the bed with the final few twitches.

While it wasn’t the best orgasm Twilight had ever had, it was certainly much more intense than usual. Exhausted, she lay motionless as the cold air gradually brought her heated body back to normal.

She didn’t budge when the sound of the bidet spray indicated that Sunset had already recovered, and completely ignored the noises of Sunset cleaning up.

Twilight barely turned her head when the door opened.

“Feeling relieved?” she whispered, smiling peacefully.

There was barely a moment of surprise on Sunset’s face. The heavy rise and fall of Twilight’s chest, the comforter unceremoniously cast onto the floor, and the unmistakable smell of arousal immediately told Sunset what had happened, but she just laughed.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

All of Sunset’s earlier self-consciousness was gone. She walked right up to the comforter and picked it up from the floor. She glanced at the soaked spot in the sheets right under Twilight’s sex, and chuckled again.

Lying down at her usual place, she spread the covers over them both. Twilight turned onto her side so they could spoon, and this time, Sunset showed no awkwardness or hesitation. Her hands pulled Twilight tight against her, giving one breast a quick, playful squeeze.

Sunset’s soft, silky skin brushed against Twilight’s, the wonderful post-orgasm warmth suffusing their bodies as they nuzzled affectionately, rubbing their cheeks together. Twilight sighed contently at Sunset’s breath tickling her neck, the lovely pressure of Sunset’s breasts, nipples and all, pushing against her back, and the firm hips tight against her butt all the way down to their entwining legs.

It felt perfect.

Twilight brought her hand, still slick with her fluids, up close enough that both she and Sunset could sniff at the scent.

“Look at what you made me do…”

Sunset grinned. “You sure were excited. Was I really that loud from the beginning?”

“Oh yeah. And you practically screamed when you came.”

“These walls are way too thin.” Sunset sighed happily. “I knew there was no way you couldn’t have heard me at the end, but I had no idea you were enjoying yourself this much.” She took hold of Twilight’s hand, rubbing against the wet fingers.

And then kissed them, sucking on the tips briefly afterwards.

Twilight beamed. “Maybe next time… we could do this together.”

“If you feel you’re ready.” Sunset relaxed, her head withdrawing behind Twilight’s onto her pillow. Their breathing gradually steadied, and all was still.

Twilight closed her eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep.

I was wrong. This is exactly what I wanted after all.

THE END

Author's Note

FYI: Please don't rationalize away non-consent the way Twilight is doing in the story; what Sunset did in Chapter 1 is very not okay. Twilight is making an inherently flawed decision out of her love for her girlfriend.