The Pleasures of Preening
The Pleasures of Preening
Twilight stared at the mirror, unsure whether she should be fascinated or terrified. A few feathers sat crooked and out of place among her wings, threatening to come loose and fall to the ground. She was molting. It had been some time since she acquired her wings, but she hadn’t given any thought to the idea - and it worried her greatly. It wasn’t so much the idea of molting that was of major concern; it was the preening, or rather, who she’d need to awkwardly ask for help to preen her.
There was only one pony among her friends she trusted enough to help her, and it was the pony she dreaded the thought of seeing her in such a vulnerable position: Rainbow Dash. Granted, she’d helped Dash before when she molted and learned much in the process, but she figured being on the receiving end of preening would be much more embarrassing.
She remembered how Dash reacted: her body spasming at her touch, biting her lip to keep relatively quiet, and instinctively rocking her hips. Those shapely, curvaceous hips moving in such a fashion held her gaze for such a long time. Twilight gulped. As much as she was versed in the activity, Dash more than understood her friend’s confusion. Despite her brashness, she always brought a sense of clarity to Twilight that nopony else could.
Was it love she felt? Maybe, maybe not. Twilight couldn’t quite discern what the feelings were, but she knew they went beyond standard friendship. Though Dash was one of her closest friends, the thought of opening up about these feelings felt like a threat, one that could sever or severely damage that bond. Perhaps she was being over analytical. She’d tell her… eventually. Maybe. If she built up the courage to do so.
Reaching down, Twilight grasped the slightly unsheathed object concealed by her sweatpants. While her panties held it back well enough, there was only so much hiding a pony could do for such a problem. When her wings came, so too did an unexpected cock and balls. While the addition became not entirely unwelcome over time, she wouldn’t dare tell her friends, especially not Rainbow.
Unfortunately, beggars could not be choosers, and her wings desperately needed to be preened. With a huff, she turned and headed for the door. It was then that an idea popped into her head. If she were to relieve herself before getting help from Rainbow, then maybe her reaction wouldn’t be as strong or wouldn’t happen at all. Whether or not it would work, she had to try.
Pulling down her sweatpants, she took a long look at the growing bulge in her panties; for the first time since she’d acquired it, her mind and the mind of her new genitalia agreed on what they wanted. Hooking her thumbs around the sides, she slowly pulled down the last article of clothing keeping her growing, hardening member imprisoned. It was out in the blink of an eye, standing near full attention, a layer of precum coating the head.
The corners of Twilight’s mouth turned up. Though her initial reaction to gaining a cock hadn’t been nearly as calm nor cheerful, she had grown used to it, and more recently to the point of liking it. There was something so lewd about it; so taboo, so dirty. It made her nethers tingle all the more.
As soon as her hand glided over the warm flesh of her cock, she groaned slightly. She ran her fingers across the slickened head, coating her fingers in the accumulated substance. With the same hand, she rubbed every inch of her member, applying a generous layer of personal lubricant. Perfect, she thought. Now for the fun part.
She started slow, working the area from the base to the medial ring. Her eyes closed, a breath sharply escaping her lungs as she continued the gentle caress. As the mental images played about in her mind, her hand quickened its pace, going up and down the full length of her shaft.
In her mind’s eye, two soft clouds sailed across the sky towards one another. When the clouds collided, they took on a new, almost fluffier form; like vapor-crafted putty they formed into a far more beautiful sight: an ass. Rainbow’s ass, to be specific. The supple curves and taut, firm glutes drove Twilight wild, increasing the intensity of her strokes. More clouds came together to form the rest of her desire - muscular legs, arched back, and head turned to face her. A pair of deep, half-lidded magenta eyes looked back at her, begging her to do what she had longed to for so long.
“Rainbow…” Twilight groaned, relishing in the slick, lewd sounds made as her hand slid over her cock. She bit her lower lip hard, holding back moans that threatened to escape. With her free hand, she reached down and took hold of her balls, gingerly sliding her fingertips across the velvety-soft skin.
Dash’s ass sat mere inches from her face, the folds of her pussy already moist and waiting in anticipation. She moaned softly, shaking her hindquarters at Twilight, allowing the plump cheeks to brush against the tip of the alicorn’s muzzle. “Twilight,” she cooed, “please… breed me. Make me your pretty little mare. I need it!”
“With pleasure,” whispered Twilight in response, her hand still firmly grasping her member. With the harder strokes, her legs trembled, threatening to give out on her. Not wanting to fall, she plopped down on the cool tile floor and continued. She splayed her legs across the floor, twitching and kicking at the building pressure in her loins.
“Oh, Twilight! Rut me harder! I wanna feel you fill me!”
Twilight’s breaths came quick and sharp, a familiar pressure building in her groin. Here it comes, Rainbow, she thought. Her right leg kicked about wildly, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Just a little more -
A loud knock came at the door. “Hey Twilight? You in there?”
Twilight froze. Though she was on the verge of blowing her load, she dared not move a muscle, hoping the voice she heard was just an unpleasant intrusion on her fantasy. Her hopes were promptly trounced.
“C’mon, Twilight. You've been in there for half an hour. Others need to freshen up, too, you know.”
Her mind scrambling, Twilight pulled herself back to her feet, stuffing her dick back into her panties. It took much greater effort and proved far more uncomfortable than she would have liked, considering she was still at full mast.
“Just a minute, Spike!” Pulling up her sweatpants, Twilight opened the door to find Spike, hands planted in the pockets of his black hoodie, eyebrow cocked, looking quite unamused. She put on her winningest smile, arms entwined behind her back. “Really sorry for the long wait, Spike. I’ll just be a few more minutes, okay?”
Standing at the height of Twilight’s breasts, Spike’s eyes didn’t need to venture much farther south to notice the source of the alicorn’s evident hesitation. He smirked. “I know I’m a pleasure to be around, but I think you may be taking it a bit too far.”
Taking a quick, nervous glance downward, Twilight nearly shrieked. She knew her panties felt tighter than they usually did when she was hot and bothered, but she wasn’t aware how prominent her bulge was even through her sweatpants. The one reason I wear loose-fitting pants, and it does nothing! She jerked away, shielding her shame with her hands. “Spike! That’s very inappropriate of you!”
“More inappropriate than standing that close to me with a raging hard-on?”
Twilight huffed. She stepped out of the bathroom doorway past Spike, her wings tucked close to her back. A stray feather broke free and floated its way to the ground by the dragon’s foot.
Spike reached down and picked up the feather, twirling it between his fingers. “You’re molting? That would explain the lack of leaving the castle lately.” From his hoodie he produced a piece of parchment and and a quill. “Shall I send Rainbow a call for aid?” he asked mockingly, adding as much of a vocal swoon to the name as he could muster.
Twilight turned on her heels and glared down at Spike, steam nearly jetting out of her ears her cheeks burning a deep crimson. “As a matter of fact you can!” After Spike recoiled slightly and put the quill to the parchment, she continued. “Just tell her to come over as soon as she can and explain the situation.” Noticing the toothy grin forming on Spike’s face, she added: “In a mature and dignified manner. Not mentioning the obvious.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Yes, your majesty,” he said with a playful sigh. As Twilight turned and descended the stairs into the foyer, he wrote the message to Rainbow just as Twilight asked. At least, he would have if Twilight’s prying eyes had been looking over his shoulder. They were not, however, meaning she wouldn’t know what exactly he wrote down unless she checked, which she never did.
As giddy as a filly with a new cutie mark, Spike transcribed his version of Twilight’s message. With a puff of green flame, the letter disappeared. He sighed a sigh of satisfaction, taking great pride in his devious handiwork. “Now we wait.” After sliding to the bathroom mirror, adjusting his scales, checking his teeth, an flexing some, he gave a click and a wink of approval before sauntering down the stairs after Twilight.
In her seat by the Friendship Map, a pondering Twilight asked herself if seeking Rainbow’s help was entirely necessary. While molting was a relatively new subject for her, the books she’d read made it quite clear that leaving the feathers be was not an option. Magic wouldn’t cut it, since she risked removing non-molting feathers in the mix. Despite all her hopes, she knew deep down that there was no avoiding another pegasi’s help. It just so happened the only one up to the task was Rainbow Dash. Terrific.
Hearing Spike reach the bottom of the stairs, Twilight brushed the thoughts from her mind as best she could, returning to reality. “Now Spike,” she said, “when Rainbow gets here, I’m going to need you to be quiet about you-know-what. This preening thing is awkward enough, and I don’t need it getting any more so.”
Spike held up his hands. “Relax, Twilight. You won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll be out of your hair in a bit, anyway. Going over to Rarity’s to see Sweetie Belle.” He glanced over to Twilight, who gave him a quizzical if not mischievous look. “What?”
“Is that why you needed to ‘freshen up’? I should have known,” she said with a rye chuckle. “You were there just a few days ago, though. What’s got you heading there this time?”
“Depends. Do you want the horrible truth or the comforting lie?”
Twilight paused. Though she didn’t want to invade on her assistant’s personal affairs, she couldn’t help but wonder about his true intentions. “The truth, obviously. It can’t be that horrible, can it?”
Though initially apprehensive, Spike held up his hand to his face, his index finger on one side and his middle finger on the other. He stuck his tongue out at her between the digits and snickered. “What do you think?”
Her eyes widening in shock and a slight blush crossing her face, Twilight exhaled in an attempt to ease the incredibly-odd tension in her chest. “Wow, uh, okay then. Guess I should have gone with the lie.” She debated forbidding him from going to see Sweetie if he wasn’t joking, as she feared. As much as she wanted to, she knew it would be in vain. Spike was essentially a grown dragon at this point. While not as big as a fully-adult dragon, he had reached a key point in maturity to be classified as a young adult. Even if he doesn’t act like it all the time, I still have to start treating him like one, she thought.
Spike shrugged. “Hey, I warned you. But yes, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just be on my merry way. I’ll be back later so you and Rainbow can do your preening thing, okay?” As he turned to leave the castle, he raised a hand to stop the question he knew Twilight was about to ask. “Yes, I sent the letter, no need to worry. And no need to worry about my activities, either. All under control.”
Slightly shocked at Spike’s intuition, Twilight canted her head to the side. “Hmm. Well, if you say so, Spike. Just don’t be out too late. Have… fun, I suppose?” Given what he had implied previously, she wasn’t entirely sure how to send him off.
“You, too, Twilight. You, too.” Looking over his shoulder and shooting the alicorn a wink, he exited the castle with a strut that was far more suave than necessary - in Twilight’s eyes, anyway.
Once she was alone, Twilight let out a long, exasperated sigh. Rainbow would have gotten the letter by now, and depending if she was napping or not beforehand, would be over in a matter of minutes. She brought her hands to her temples, racking her brain with every idea as to a plan of action. On one hand, she could not tell the truth - especially during such an intimate situation - and wait for another time. This, however, presented a problem. Rainbow finding her “equipment” might - keyword being “might” - snuff any attempt at something more serious than friendship. Besides, if she reacted to preening like Rainbow had, then keeping deeper feelings a secret would be the least of her worries.
It was a long shot, but it was a shot Twilight would have to take one way or another. Plus, how would she know it wouldn’t work unless she tried?
“Right. Fingers crossed.” She briefly performed the motion before standing and making her way to the castle library. Looking over the towering wall of perfectly alphabetized books, her purple magic enveloped one in particular. She watched as it levitated down, coming to rest in her hands, “The Intricacies of Pony Mating and Related Behaviors” printed in faux gold letters on the cover. A small, wry smile crossed her face. It was not a small book by any means, but certainly not too big to knock out in less than a day. Well, not too big for her, anyway. “Just in case.”
Rainbow Dash stood staring at the piece of parchment in her hand, slack-jawed, wings standing at full attention. She wasn’t entirely sure she had read it correctly. Twilight of all ponies? Packing?
“Holy Celestia…” Rainbow mumbled to herself, biting her lower lip. Still attempting to process the message, she flopped back onto her bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling. Had her floor not been made of solid cloud, she probably would have plunged to the ground full-speed and not given it a second thought.
All manner of questions and potential answers played about in Rainbow’s mind. Was it like a stallion’s or feminine… somehow? Could she produce anything? One hand went up to caress one of her small, perky breasts, her thumb grazing over the nipple. Her thoughts began to shift as her other hand ventured farther south. Once she felt the panty-clad folds of her nether region, she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Having been in the middle of a nap when she received the letter, she had yet to get dressed for the day, let alone enough to visit Twilight. She figured it couldn’t hurt to fool around a bit before she took care of getting ready.
A lovely sight formed in the eye of Dash’s mind: a thick, purple cock mere inches from her face. Looking up, another pair of eyes met hers. They were eyes she’d known for so long, yet held an element in them she had never seen until then.
“Oh, Dashie,” Twilight cooed, giving her hips a little shake. The movement caused her package to move, as well, brushing against Rainbow’s nose. “Such a dirty girl.”
The voice was so clear, so vivid in her mind, as if Rainbow’s ears could almost feel the tickle of hot and heavy breath. Lustful, sultry words caused another tickle, though much more desirable than the first. She couldn’t help but let a moan escape. The hand against her crotch quickened its assault; despite the dense material of her panties, it did little to hold back her growing excitement. Such wonderful, cool tingles spread across her skin - little pricks of pleasure spurring her on.
Twilight’s hand went down to lightly take hold of Dash’s chin, holding open her mouth. “Open wide, Dashie.”
Hearing that name, used in such a lewd manner drove Rainbow’s senses wild. Her breathing had grown ragged, the hand on her nipple giving the nub a firm pinch. Waves of sensations both familiar and alien crashed together, forming a potent storm of lust, a lust she found herself quickly drowning in. “T-Twilight…” she squeaked, “m-make me yours. Let me be your little mare. Just… own me.”
As soon as these words were uttered, a strange pang of dread hit Rainbow’s chest. To be so helpless, so vulnerable was - as much as she hated to admit to herself - frightening. Her hand retracted upwards, unable to bring her to release. It wouldn’t stop trembling. She loved the thought, being at Twilight’s mercy and letting her have her way. With it, however, came the undeniable fear - fear of the unknown, of pain, and most of all, that she may not be as strong as she built herself up to be.
“Nnng… every time,” she grumbled to herself. If she didn’t take care of this before going to Twilight’s she might not be able to keep herself under wraps. This left her clueless. Wanting something that felt so strange - unable to keep from pushing it away. As with any pegasus with a sense of impending danger, the ultimate ultimatum presented itself in these instances: to fight the source or to fly away. She wouldn’t fight Twilight, nor would she fly away. Right?
Bringing her palm to her face, she let out a defeated huff. “Get ahold of yourself, Dash. Just don’t think about it, okay? You got this.” Though her demeanor changed to air her usual confidence, it was to mask the fact that she was, indeed, thinking about it.
Hopping out of bed, she pulled on a pair of tight-fitting leggings followed by a sleeveless athletic shirt. After working on Twilight, a hard training session would do her good. Hopefully it would keep her mind off the new developments.
“Just get in, get out. Easy as pie.” With that, she took off towards the castle, her mind still alight with more questions than answers.
Closing the book in her lap, Twilight pondered over the wealth of information. The basics she was indeed aware of, but many of the more advanced and practices intrigued her. She couldn’t deny the thought of trying them with Rainbow was appealing, but that bridge had not yet presented itself. Best not to cross it before I see it.
A quick knocking came to the door of the castle, jolting Twilight from her thoughts. While she had been relatively calm before, it was as if her heart sprouted wings of its own and fluttered about in her chest. Calm down, Twilight. Just… breathe. That’s what the book said. Mustering up the courage she could, she made her way to the door. Upon opening it, her composure threatened to falter. Seeing Rainbow in such tight clothing, more than a vision in her mind made her panties a tad more uncomfortable.
“Hey, Twilight. I got your letter,” said Rainbow, putting on as convincing of a smile as she could. It took every fiber in her to keep her knees from buckling.
“I’m so glad you came. A little later than I anticipated, but I was able to catch up on some important reading. Hopefully I didn’t interrupt anything important.”
“What? Nah, of course not.” Rainbow chuckled nervously, hoping Twilight wouldn’t pick up on her uncertainty. Much to her dismay, the cocked eyebrow she received in response told a different story. “Well, no sense in standing around, right? Gotta get you cleaned up for, uh… Princess stuff, right?”
Somebody’s acting weird, Twilight thought. While she had many reasons already lined up as to why, she thought it best to observe. It would be better for a clearer picture to be painted before jumping to conclusions. “You aren’t a stranger, Rainbow. Just come inside.” She gestured for her friend to enter, unsure why she hadn’t already.
Looking about the castle’s interior, Rainbow awkwardly gave her arm a scratch. “So… where is this gonna go down? Not out here in the open, right? It’d be way too weird to do this kinda thing where others could see. Well, those not familiar with it, anyway.” Much like before, her tone gave way to her thoughts much more than she wanted. She silently cursed to herself.
“Spike is going to be, um, busy for a while,” Twilight replied, unable to hide a slight cringe. “Even so, my room should be free enough from distractions.” Seeing the increasingly slackened jaw of her friend, her brow furrowed. “That’s okay with you, right?”
“Huh?” asked Rainbow, her stupor broken. “Oh, uh, yeah. That’ll be fine. Lead the way.” As soon as Twilight turned around, her eyes ventured southward, locking on to her ass. Even through the sweatpants, she could make out the faintest of curves, etching as much of a picture for her as she needed.
“Be a good girl, Dashie.”
As the pair ascended the staircase, Rainbow continued to stare. The mesmerizing swish of Twilight’s tail lulled her into a trance. She pictured what her ass would feel like pressed against her face. Would she even want to breathe? The whispered voice passed by her ears once more - Twilight’s soft, sultry tone. Claiming her.
Weak little bird.
Though she continued following Twilight, her blood sent a fearful chill through her veins. A small, distant voice in the back of her mind ground all thoughts to a halt. It was a familiar voice - unwelcome, yet unable to be silenced.
So much for toughness.
The fantasy dissipated before her, a frown replacing the previous dopey grin. Did wanting that make her weak? As one of the best fliers in Equestria, being a coward or weak was the last thing she wanted to be known for. Why couldn’t she shake her nerves, then?
“Rainbow Dash? Hello, Rainbow Dash? You coming?”
Once again, Rainbow was jerked back to reality, though this time by a much more pleasant voice. She blinked, grinning sheepishly once she found herself far behind Twilight on the staircase. “Oh geez, Sorry, Twilight,” she said. Trying to shake the previous thoughts from her mind, she continued up the stairs until she reached the door to Twilight’s bedroom.
Though Rainbow had been in the room a few times previously, this time felt different. The crystalline floor and walls seemed to breathe a life into the space unlike she’d seen before. Off to the right sat a bed fit for a princess - in size, anyway. The quilt overtop depicting the constellations across a night sky seemed rather egghead-ish, though she knew it best not to say anything. A modest bookshelf held several novel’s within an arm’s reach of the bed. Typical Twilight, Rainbow thought to herself with a smile.
As Twilight walked toward the bed, however, Dash was able to catch a quick glimpse of some of the titles: “A Stallion’s Guide to Maturity”, “Sate Your Thirst: A Male’s Guide”, and “Is this Normal?”. Keeping the books upright was a small bottle of clear liquid she couldn’t quite recognize, though a sinking feeling told her what it might be. She gulped audibly. Under normal circumstances, she’d think her friend was either going into heat or wanted to try her hand at dating a stallion. Given the contents of the letter she received, pieces of a far different puzzle came together. Before she could ask why such books were there - as much hesitation as there was to do so - her eyes drifted to find Twilight sitting on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her.
“Your head still in the clouds, Rainbow?”
“It’s somewhere, I know that,” she replied with a nervous chuckle. Noticing how much she was allowing her nerves to bleed through, she opted to say as little as possible. Less give, that way.
“Again, thanks for doing this on such short notice. I’d try and take care of it myself with magic, but as I saw when I tried it with you, magic doesn’t really cut it.” Her frayed nerves threatened to show through her giggle. Being so close to Rainbow Dash in such a position made her panties all the more uncomfortable.
“Yeah, yeah, no biggie. Let’s just, uh, get started.”
With a simple nod, Twilight adjusted her position for a better angle, back straight, right wing outstretched. She had barely closed her eyes when she felt her friend’s gentle hands along her wing. Though she researched wings some after acquiring her pair, not much of the texts spoke of their heightened sensitivity.
Twilight bit her tongue, suppressing an involuntary response to the preening. With every loose feather extracted, another welcome jolt shot up her spine. Her hands took a firm hold of the quilt under her. Deep, labored breaths escaped her as she sank deeper and deeper into the sensations. A warmth unlike anything she’d felt in her life crept across her skin, culminating in her chest. Had Rainbow felt this way when she had preened her?
Carefully dislodging the aged feathers, Rainbow did all in her power to keep her eyes away from Twilight’s waistline. She wanted to see a bulge, but she feared to, at the same time. Neither yes nor no served as a solid answer, causing her mind to scramble for some semblance of one. Her hands began to shake in anticipation, making the feather-removal process more challenging than normal.
Whatever you do, don’t look down. Just don’t look down, Dash. As she neared the end of her work on the first wing, she accidentally gave a tug to a feather growing in behind an old one. The resulting moan practically stopped Rainbow’s heart. Resist the urge, as she did, her eyes turned down to her friend’s crotch, a previously-absent bulge outlined in the fabric.
“W-why did you stop, Rainbow?” Twilight asked. Her brow furrowed in confusion, though her eyes remained closed.
The only response Dash could manage was a muted croak. So many thoughts surged through her head none could take time to develop into coherency. All she could do was stare.
“Everything oka-”
“Yes! Everything’s fine! Totally fine!”
Rainbow’s widened eyes locked with Twilight’s just as she opened them. She hoped the utterly confused expression her friend held would leave, but it was then she realized Twilight wasn’t looking at her, but at her stiffened wings. “Oh, just, um, making sure I know which ones are where.” She took a quick look at the wing she’d preened, then back to her own. “Yup! All good!”
Twilight narrowed her eyes, giving Rainbow a glance over. She wasn’t sure what had her so riled up, but she figured it best to continue observing before making any judgments. Maybe she’s as nervous about this as I am. Can’t say I blame her. Closing her eyes once more, she took a deep breath before lowering her preened wing and raising the other.
Moving to Twilight’s opposite side on the bed, Rainbow desperately tried to look away from the growing bulge. She continued to look, however, much to her dismay. It was right there, sitting less than an arm’s length away. What if she… no, she couldn’t. Could she? As long as she kept working, there was no way she’d get caught. Hopefully. Probably not, but it was worth a shot!
Slowly, carefully, Rainbow lowered her head closer to Twilight’s crotch, taking occasional glances back up to be sure she kept preening. Inch by inch, breath by breath she crept closer, her mouth starting to water. Once her nose practically touched the fabric, she had to take one hand away from her job to steady herself. Now’s your chance, she thought.
Rainbow took a brief inhale. Even through the sweatpants, a notable musk filled her nostrils, causing her to shiver. Getting just a tad more daring, she pressed her lips against the bulge. Though it was not a long kiss, she soon replaced her mouth with her tongue. She traced circles around it, unaware her breathing grew heavier, more noticable.
The smell and the thrill of the action gave her a surge of confidence. Whether it was of actual confidence or foolishness was unclear, but it didn’t stop her free hand from hooking under the waistline of Twilight’s pants. This was it - she’d finally see it, feel it. So close now…
“Rainbow Dash!”
Rainbow’s heart stopped. Reality returned to the forefront of her thoughts in mere moments. She begrudgingly turned her head to meet Twilight’s gaze; neither pony needed to speak to understand the shock, confusion, and embarrassment of the other.
Twilight spoke first, after the awkward silence. “Rainbow Dash… dare I ask what you’re doing?” As much as she tried to remain calm and collected, she couldn’t hide the mad blush across her face.
Without a word, Rainbow stood up from the bed, ears folder back. There was no use in denying or fighting. She was done for. “I was just… I wanted to see it, you know? It was right there, and I thought a peek couldn’t hurt, right? Gah, I’m such an idiot!” Her eyes turned to the door, but as she started to make a break for it, she found herself enveloped in a field of magical energy.
“Don’t leave, Rainbow. We’re talking about this.” Twilight’s tone turned firm, her brow furrowed as she brought her friend back to sit on the bed. “First off, you are not an idiot. You never have been and you never will be.”
“You don’t know that,” replied Rainbow, her gaze cast at the ground in shame. “Any normal pony would’ve just ignored it and not, you know, done that kinda thing to their friend.”
With a sigh, Twilight put a hand on Rainbow’s shoulder. “Listen. I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Y-you’re not? But why?”
“Am I embarrassed you found out this way? Yes, but I suppose it was going to happen one way or another. Might as well rip off the bandage now.” The hand on Rainbow’s shoulder moved up to brush her hair. “I guess in a way, I wanted you to be okay with it.”
The melancholy frown on Rainbow’s face soon gave way to a smile. “Phew, that’s a relief. When I read about it in the letter, I thought: ‘What? No way!’ And then I thought if I wanted to finally see and feel one, then I might as… well…” She trailed off, her smile fading slightly. Keeping her hands clasped in her lap, she fidgeted nervously. “... try it with you?”
Twilight’s eyes widened. “The letter said what?!” Her free hand clenched. That little snake! When I get my hands on him, I’ll- “Wait, Rainbow. Are you… a virgin?
“Well, I mean, yeah, I am. A-are you telling me you aren’t? You of all ponies?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. But no, I am too, but with the amount of reading I’ve done on the subject recently, I may as well not be.” After a brief chuckle, she continued. “But if that’s what you were looking for” - her free thumb slipped under the waist of her pants, pulling downward - “I wouldn’t be opposed.”
Rainbow’s wings shot out, eyes locked firmly on Twilight’s. Casting an occasional glance down, the nod she received in response spurred her on. Her hand soon replaced Twilight’s, pulling down until the tight black panties came into view. She gulped audibly.
“Go ahead, Dashie.”
That name. Rainbow bit her lip; the eagerness inside her mounted by merely the name. Once the bulge in the panties was visible, she dipped down, pressing her nose against it. Inhaling deeply, she couldn’t restrain her audible satisfaction.
Twilight giggled. “Glad you seem to be enjoying yourself.” It was then she remembered a key part of the book she read before Rainbow arrived: if a pony is inexperienced, they may find certain sexual aspects concerning or be unsure what to do. Communication was key. “Say Rainbow,” she said, placing a hand on her friend’s hair. “I’m just telling you this now: if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me. I want this to be special for you. If you want something, ask. If it ever gets to be too much, just say so.”
Though Rainbow’s acknowledgement of the message was brief, it said more than her words could, at the time. Instead of a thanks, she gave a meek smile and a shrug. “Keep calling me Dashie. Please.”
A nickname? Twilight thought. Well, it’s cute. Who am I to say no? “Of course, Dashie.”
Come on, Rainbow. You can do this.
Moving to her knees on the floor for a better vantage point, Rainbow grasped either side of Twilight’s panties. Her wings twitched in anticipation, threatening to carry her away at any moment. In a single heart-leaping moment, the concealed rod sprang forth. Both ponies gasped, though for entirely different reasons.
There it is, Twilight thought. I hope it’s not too big for her or anything.
Holy Celestia, yes! Rainbow cheered to herself. Come to Dashie!
Before Twilight could gauge if her friend was excited or terrified, the tongue lapping at her balls gave a proper answer. A soft moan passed her lips, legs spreading further to allow better access. “Whoa… you’re pretty eager, Dashie. Have you been wanting something like this for a while?”
Rainbow didn’t answer. Instead, she ran her tongue over the heavy orbs before her. Shallow, hot breaths accented the mounting desire inside her. Having given the sack a generous tongue bath, she turned her attention to the shaft. As much as she wanted to take it all in in one go, she paused. She smiled, beginning to lose herself in another surreal moment. It was far bigger than she’d imagined a real cock would be, though it only increased the tingling across her skin.
Reaching out a tentative hand, she allowed her fingertips to lightly brush against it. This elicited a twitch, resulting in another stream of precum trailing down. Doubt forced from her mind, she gave the precum a slow lick, allowing the taste to fully coat her tongue. The salty-sweet flavor jolted her senses. She wanted more, but she had to get well acquainted with the object of her admiration first.
The same hand took a gentle grasp of Twilight’s shaft, stroking with more intention. Looking it over, everything about it tickled Rainbow in just the right way: the warm, smooth skin against her fingers, the way it twitched in her hand, and the lubrication it provided in the form of delicious precum. Pulling it towards her, she dragged the upper portion against her face, letting it linger on her nose for another sniff.
Twilight’s hand found their way to Rainbow’s hair, running through the multi-color locks and patting her head in reassurance. “That’s it. Just do what comes natural, Dashie.”
Through the lustful haze clouding her consciousness, Rainbow registered the message. Using both hands, she brought the head to her lips and gave it a wet, longing kiss. She paid no mind to the precum coating her lips, cheeks, or chin, she needed to taste more. Once the first inch passed into her mouth, she set to work licking around all she could, no feature or indent left unserviced. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she sank down as far as she could before needing to come back for air and repeating the process. She craved more of Twilight’s cock - she needed it - but the door to her inner lust had barely opened.
Placing her hands on Twilight’s thighs for support, Rainbow worked her movements into a rhythm, allowing her muffled moans and slurps to set the tempo. Her half-lidded eyes looked up into Twilight’s. Judging by her expression, she had to be doing something right. Though she wasn’t able to take the whole shaft without her breathing cut off, she kept her gaze locked on her friend and her reactions.
“Such a good girl, Dashie,” Twilight murmured. As the nerves in her body numbed with a mix of anxiety and lust, she moved one hand back to support her weight, so as not to fall back. Through the mental fog, she remembered another section of the book she’d read about that sounded interesting to try: dirty talk. Start slow, test the waters, go from there, she thought. She smirked slyly.
“Mmm, you like that, Dashie? Taking my cock like a good little mare?” Though the word “cock” wasn’t a regular part of her vocabulary, something about its vulgarity tickled her. Maybe talking in such a way wasn’t as awkward as she initially thought.
Rainbow’s ears perked, unsure if she’d heard correctly. Whether she had or not, it still made her wings quiver and her mouth all the more eager to swallow the load she knew was coming.
“You love it, don’t you? I bet you do. You’re such a good girl, after all. Just - nnnh - keep going and you’ll get a nice reward.” The tell-tale pressure began to built in her loins; she wouldn’t last much longer at that rate. As the arm holding up her weight ached for a break, a daring, naughty idea popped into her head. Taking her hand away from Rainbow’s hair, she snickered. “You ready? I have a surprise for you.”
Before Dash could utter a muffled acknowledgement or response, Twilight’s legs locked across her shoulders, pushing more of her cock into the pegasi’s maw. “Look at me when I cum in your tight throat, Dashie.” With this, her climax hit. Though Twilight had cum many times before this, she couldn't recall a time where such a powerful shock accompanied her release. She cried out in bliss, both hands grasping the quilt and her legs firmly holding Dash in place - not enough to choke her, but certainly enough to get her attention.
Rainbow’s eyes shot open as the first powerful shot of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed immediately, the flavor still present in her mouth. She loved it. Despite her best efforts to gulp down every last drop, the size of Twilight’s load proved too much. Some leaked out of her mouth, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
In such a vulnerable, powerless state, locking eyes with Twilight nearly brought Dash to her own climax. It surprised her, to like being in such a position. Both her fantasies of it and now the action drove her wild, but something still didn’t sit right about it. She knew exactly why, but why air out such laundry? All she had to do was try and ignore it.
Once her legs unlocked and rested on either side of Rainbow Dash, Twilight fell back on the bed. She sighed in content as her cock popped free. “So good, Dashie. That was so good.” Supporting herself on her elbows, she looked across at her friend with a small smile. “You okay?”
Having licked the remaining cum off of Twilight’s cock, Rainbow nodded, planting a soft kiss on the still-present flare. “It was awesome! I can’t believe I haven’t done that before.”
“Well you didn’t have me to try it with, now did you?”
With a light chuckle, Rainbow got up from the floor and flopped onto her back next to Twilight. Though her leggings were still on, the smell of her arousal did not go unnoticed by the other pony. “It really was fun. It’s just kinda like, you lose yourself in it, you know?”
Twilight nodded. Without saying anything else, Twilight got up from the bed and lowered herself to her knees in front of Rainbow Dash.
“Um, w-what are you doing?” asked Dash, unable to hide the minor flightiness in her tone.
“Well, I figured since you were so gracious to me, I might as well return the favor. It’s only fair, right?” Twilight couldn’t help but smirk as she looked over her friend’s sprawled-out form.
“Fair. Right. I knew that.” She hid the quiver better the second time, though it didn’t alievitate the growing concern.
Typical Rainbow, thought Twilight. She took hold of the tights around Rainbow’s hips, pulling down almost in a teasing fashion. Having both panties and leggings in her grip, it didn’t take long for a neatly-trimmed patch of multi-color hair to come into view.
“So the carpet does match the drapes,” Twilight said with a snicker. As much as the joke entertained her, she couldn’t help but scold herself. Spike’s sense of humor had a greater influence than she thought.
“Oh for Pete’s sake, j-just do it, already!” Rainbow grew all the more impatient, her hips wiggling in anxious wait. This action helped Twilight fully undress her. Both ponies looked to the area once the previously-concealed slit was revealed.
“You took your time with me, so I’m going to take my time.” Twilight’s fingers worked across the outer edges of the baby blue thighs, the muscles quivering at her touch. “Wet already? I didn’t know you were already this excited.”
Rainbow didn’t answer. She kept her eyes averted from what she knew was about to happen. Seconds ticked by - slow, aching seconds of waiting for the inevitable; it drove her mad.
The first touch against her folds struck her like lightning - brief yet overwhelming. A soft moan escaped her after the following lick. Her back arched, both her senses and her body attempting to cope with unfamiliar sensation. Eyes closed tight, she tried as best she could to control her breathing; though the Wonderbolts enforced such a practice, she never thought she’d have to use it outside of flying. What did she have to fear, after all?
Twilight pressed her tongue further between Dash’s nether lips, savoring the taste of her excitement. Her cock sprang back to life in the midst of the action, a new flow of precum already starting. The scent overtook her thoughts. Anything beyond primal lust dissipated from her mental processes. She prodded her tongue against the entrance, desperately seeking entry. As she did this, Rainbow’s thighs came closer together. Not wanting to be constricted, she took both legs in her magic and spread them further apart. She had to have more.
The moment she felt her thighs separate, a chilling jolt shot down Rainbow’s spine. Her hands gripping the sheets threatened to release, to slap away whatever instilled such fear. Her sprawled, quivering wings began to flap frantically.
“Stop!”
Twilight’s eyes shot open. Releasing Rainbow from her grip, she pulled away, raising her hands. “Ah! Okay, okay, I stopped. Sorry, Rainbow.” Her brow raised in concern at the lack of response. As much as she wanted to reach out and comfort her friend, she kept herself at a distance to not make things potentially worse. “Is everything okay? Talk to me.”
“Y-yeah, yeah. It’s fine.” Rainbow pulled her knees close to her chest, hugging them tight. “Just gimme a minute and we can go again…”
With a heavy sigh, Twilight got up from the floor and took a spot on the bed. “Rainbow.. I know something’s wrong. I need you to talk to me. This won’t be fun if one of us is scared.”
“Who’re you calling scared?! I’m not scared! Never have been, never will be!” snapped Rainbow. Her wings took several powerful flaps as she spoke, almost lifting her out of her spot.
“Rainbow Dash. Please.”
Silence. Both ponies held the other’s gaze - neither entirely sure how to respond. The only sounds in the room for some time were the ticking of a nearby clock and he chirps of distant birds.
Finally, Rainbow Dash broke the silence.. “I’m sorry.” Her hands rested on either side of her, gripping and releasing the quilt to ease her tension.
“Talk. To. Me.” Twilight’s voice was steady yet held a stern undertone, asking for compliance.
“You wanna know the truth? Fine. I’m a scaredy-pony. A wimp. May as well just admit it, now. That and how I’m blowing this whole opportunity with you. It’s all my fault, and -” She was cut off by Twilight’s finger pressing against her lips.
“Rainbow. Stop. Breathe.”
Heeding the advice, Rainbow took a deep, shaky breath before taking Twilight’s hand in her own. “Thanks, Twilight. I needed that.”
“So tell me calmly what’s bothering you and I’ll help how I can. Sound good?”
“Right. I hear you.” She took a brief pause before she began, trying to find the appropriate words. “First off, this whole thing makes me feel all flighty. I wouldn’t admit this to anypony else. Just… what if I screw this up?”
Smiling softly, Twilight put an arm around her friend’s shoulders, pulling her into a lopsided hug. “That’s perfectly normal. For everypony, not just you. I’m pretty nervous, too.”
“Well, I could figure you are because you’re not me. I don’t get scared of stuff, you know?”
“Of all the times for you to feel this way, Rainbow, now is the most understandable.” Patting her on the back, Twilight leaned over and kissed her cheek. “There’s no shame in it.”
The chiseled frown soon cracked into a half-smile. “There’s more to it than that. See, when you were between my legs and when I was between yours, it made me feel nervous like that, but in a good way.”
“A good way?”
“Have you ever fallen out of the sky, Twilight?”
After a brief pause, Twilight shook her head. “Not a free fall, no. Why do you ask?”
“That rush you get from it. You get kinda scared, but it’s exciting, too. Both at once - it gets your heart pumping like nothing else. Except when you did that to me. It just felt so similar.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No. I mean, yes. When I’m not in control it’s like that - all flighty and stuff - but liking not liking that makes me, you know, not tough, doesn’t it?”
Twilight shook her head once more. “No, it doesn’t. Not at all, and don’t tell yourself that, either.” She brushed a few stray lock of Rainbow’s hair behind her ear, making sure her view was not obstructed. “Not only does that not make you weak, it makes you stronger for admitting it.” The book mentioned something about those on the more dominant or submissive side of things, and she had to admit the idea of giving Rainbow the flightiness she mentioned sounded more than doable.
“So, uh, would you be cool to keep going?” asked Dash.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
Instead of a verbal response, Rainbow laid back next to Twilight and spread her legs. Her hand trailed down to her folds, spreading them apart. “Ready as I am awesome!”
Stifling a giggle, Twilight returned to her knees and pressed her lips to the tender, parted flesh, giving it a soft kiss.She pressed her tongue against the entrance, lapping up the salty-sweet juices. It didn’t take long for her to grow more adventurous. Hooking her arms under Rainbow’s thighs, she pulled her closer and pushed her tongue inside. As snug as the fit was, the moan elicited from her action gave the only reassurance she wasn’t causing harm.
Rainbow Dash struggled to keep still as Twilight worked her oral magic. She tried to bring her hands to her mouth to quiet her moans, but found she couldn’t. Her wrists were held tight in Twilight’s hands. As much as she instinctively tried to break free, her attempts proved fruitless. The free fall began, her heart leaping out of her chest and into the stratosphere. Between her shaking legs, the familiar tingle of an impending release strengthened by the moment.
“Twi, oh Celestia, don’t stop! I’m gonna -”
“Come on, Dashie. Almost there… let me really taste you.”
Toes curled, back arched, Rainbow bit her lip to keep from screaming as she reached her peak. Lightly restrained as she was, all she could do to lessen the overwhelming release was writhe about wildly. Any doubt, any worry, any uncertain thought dissipated, leaving only room for the resounding ecstasy.
Surprised by the sheer influx of juices, it took Twilight a moment before she eagerly licked up every drop she could. She relished the flavor, not caring that some dripped onto the floor or covered her lips. She rather enjoyed the fruits of her labor. However, she wondered if Rainbow would be up for more than simple foreplay; if her pulsing cock was any indication, she certainly was.
“How was that, hmm? Did my pretty little mare enjoy herself?”
Still attempting to steady her breathing, Dash groggily opened her eyes and nodded. “Totally... it was the best thing ever!”
With a small smirk, Twilight climbed onto the bed, pressing her body against Rainbow’s. “How’d you like to keep being a good girl and take this inside you?” For added emphasis, she rocked her hips forward, grinding her length against the pegasi’s pelvis.
“A-actually, Twilight, there is one small thing I had in mind. It’s a little odd, but would you be be okay with…” She paused, taking a breath to ready her words. “... rutting my butt?”
Taken aback momentarily, Twilight blinked. Of all the things she thought Rainbow could ask of her, such a request was near the bottom of the list. Regardless, she had no qualms with such an idea. In fact, stuffing Dash’s tailhole sounded a lot more enticing. If it was her wish, then she saw no reason not to indulge her.
“If it’s what my little Dashie wants.” Her horn sparking to life, Twilight enveloped Rainbow in a gentle magical field, flipping her onto her stomach. Not a moment later, she grasped a plump, baby blue cheek in each hand, giving them a firm squeeze. “You have such a cute ass, Dashie. Perfect for me to pound.”
Rainbow whimpered impatiently, shaking her hips a little. She was about to protest Twilight’s teasing when she felt her tongue again - this time on her pucker. “Hooly - oh, buck, that’s nice. Mmm… I wouldn’t mind if you kept that up all day.”
“If this becomes a regular thing, I just might do that,” Twilight said before plunging back between Dash’s cheeks. Her tongue traced soft, teasing circles around the outside, studying the involuntary spasms. Shifting her focus to the center, she pressed against it until she could just barely enter. It was certainly tighter than the previous hole she licked, but the thought of fitting her cock in this one created much more excitement.
“C’mon, Twi. Put it in, already! I can’t take this much longer.”
With a devious grin, Twilight levitated over the bottle of lubricant from her nightstand, hovering the opened cap above Rainbow’s tailhole. “I didn’t hear a please. You might want to rephrase that, Dashie.” Feeling a tad cheeky, she gave the left cheek a quick bite.
Dash whinnied in surprise. “Please, please, Twilight! I want it, I need it!”
“Good girl.” Giving the bottle a squeeze, Twilight watched as the clear, slippery fluid poured onto Rainbow’s hole. Using on hand to keep the opening exposed, she used to other to be sure the outside was good and ready. Just the inside left, she thought. She giggled at the reaction she received when her first finger entered; it was as if she were preening Rainbow all over again. Soon she added a second finger, both exploring about and preparing the pegasus.
After allowing Rainbow to adjust to her fingers presence and a generous application of lube to herself, Twilight pressed her cock to the eager hole, her knees on either side of Dash’s thighs.
Time to free fall, Twilight.
As the first inch penetrated her, Rainbow could barely contain herself. There was indeed some pain, but it blended perfectly with a pleasure she hadn’t expected. She had experimented with toys in the past, but she’d never taken something so big. Then again, she’d never taken something that felt so real, so warm and thick. With every inch slowly pushed inside, another coo of satisfaction escaped her. Her hands gripped at the quilt, trying to ease any remaining discomfort. She smiled when Twilight’s balls pressed against her taint.
“Everything okay?” Twilight asked, giving Rainbow’s flank a soft pat.
Rainbow turned her head to meet her friend’s eyes, wearing her signature cocky grin. “C’mon, Twi. Make me your butt slut.”
“As you wish, Dashie.” Leaning in closer, Twilight planted a kiss on the back of Rainbow’s neck. Her hands gripped at the blue mounds between her knees as she pulled out to the medial ring before driving herself forward.
Any attempt Rainbow made to speak turned to mumbled nothings, the pleasure and intensity of the moment overtaking her. She found herself pushing back against Twilight’s force, wanting to fit as much in her rump as she could. She needed more, and her hunger only mounted.
Soon finding a comfortable rhythm, Twilight let out a soft sigh at the peak of every thrust. The lewd sounds from her movements only added to her growing arousal.. Dash wanted to be taken? By all means, she’d take her.
Flaring up her horn, Twilight grasped each of Rainbow’s wrists in her magic and pulled them forward, bringing them together and pinning them to the bed. Due to their position in front of Rainbow, she was sure she’d have a hard time breaking free. If she wanted to break free, of course.
“How does it feel, Dashie? Being helpless and rutted silly?” Twilight whispered, her mouth inches from Rainbow’s ear. “You can’t fly away. You’re trapped.” She gave the perked ear a light nip before finishing. “You’re mine.”
The sound that came followed from Rainbow Dash could only be described as a cross between a moan and a whinny. Her arms instinctively wrestled against the magical restrains, but to no avail. The lack of control only sent her mind spiraling further into an unbridled frenzy. Her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her initial attempts to respond failed until another nip to her ear broke the floodgate. “Buck me, Twilight! Goddesses, buck me like the horny little filly I am! J-just buck me harder, please!”
If it weren’t for the trance-like state she’d worked herself into, Twilight would have stopped cold after hearing such profanity. Given the circumstances, however, she was more than happy to oblige. Using her grip on Rainbow’s hips to steady herself, she rammed herself forward, balls slapping against the pegasi’s taint. Whatever rational thoughts remained disappeared in seconds, making way for a primal lust she never imagined lay dormant within her. She welcomed the unfamiliar drive - she was supposed to be free falling, after all.
Rainbow Dash fell headlong through the ethereal clouds around her. The frantic grunts and breaths from Twilight served as the perfect wind whipping her hair about her face. Plummeting to a near demise never felt so divine.
Scared little bird.
That nag, the little nag that plagued her before reared its ugly head once more. Was she scared? Yes, but it was not a fear she didn’t welcome. Besides, no matter what happened, she knew Twilight wouldn’t put her in any danger.
A light bulb clicked on in Rainbow’s head. She would be safe. She could count on Twilight. If anypony was always there to be sure she didn’t do something ridiculous or potentially dangerous, it was Twilight. Through the clarity of free fall, the pieces finally started to come together. There was no question she was grateful for her help, but maybe she was also grateful for Twilight, herself. She liked Twilight. She lo-
“Is Dashie ready for her reward?”
A deeper, stronger tone from Twilight broke through the clouds, bringing Dash back to reality enough for her to respond. “Breed me, Twilight! Make me your mare!”
This was all the encouragement Twilight needed. Bringing her mouth to Rainbow’s ear once more, she gave it another quick bite before letting out a powerful, rumbling groan. As her climax hit, she thrusted herself inside to the hilt. Pulse after pulse of her cock shot her seed deep inside Rainbow, filling her to the brim.
Though her marehood hadn’t been touched, the excitement from her restraint, the new revelations in her mind and the thought of being bred by Twilight sent Dash over the edge as well. Her muscles spasmed, every nerve going haywire in an overload of utter bliss. She opened her mouth to cry out but no sound came; only a sharp inhale as the power of her orgasm rendered her speechless.
Both ponies collapsed to the side, Twilight’s chest pressed against Rainbow’s back. Neither could speak for some time. They both simply stared off into space, trying as best they could to return their breathing to normal.
“Twilight…”
The pony in question saw a still-recovering Rainbow Dash looking back at her, eyes half-lidded and a dopey after-sex smile across her face. Beads of sweat adorned her form, giving her fur a lovely shimmer in the light of the room. Twilight couldn’t recall seeing many sights more beautiful. “Yes, Rainbow? I wasn’t too hard, was I? You didn’t say anything, so I assumed you -”
“You were awesome, egghead. Don’t sweat it.”
Smiling softly, Twilight leaned in and licked Rainbow’s neck before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You know, you’re pretty adorable when you’re all submissive like that. I never would have thought you liked that sort of thing.”
“I mean, it still feels a little weird, but I know that I like it.” The crimson evident in her cheeks, she broke eye contact briefly. “With you, at least.”
Another giggle came from Twilight before she gave Rainbow’s mane a sniff and rested her head on the pegasi’s shoulder. “Glad I can be of service, Dashie.” The little wiggle she received from the hips beside her only sweetened the moment. Once she was sure her cock’s flare had receded enough, she pulled out her length with a resounding pop.
“So,” Rainbow began, “what do ponies usually do after this? Just go about stuff like normal?”
With a smile and a chuckle, Twilight nuzzled her cheek against Rainbow's neck. “Well, if I remember correctly, somepony still has to finish preening me.”
“Oh. Right. Heh, forgot all about that.”
“It’s perfectly fine, Dashie.”
Her brow furrowed, Rainbow turned to face Twilight, her face scrunched. “You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to. I mean, we aren’t rutting, anymore.”
“It suits you, though. I like it.” Twilight pressed a finger to Rainbow’s nose. “You seem to.”
Rainbow giggled. “Just how I like you.” She stopped cold, the weight of what she said dawning. “W-well, I mean, of course I like you, you know? Everyone does! Who wouldn’t? I didn’t mean ‘like you’ as in marrying you or - oh horsefeathers, that’s not what I meant! I -” A pair of lips pressing against hers stopped her ramble in its tracks.
Once the kiss ended, Twilight pressed her forehead against Rainbow’s, looking deep into her eyes. “I like you too, Rainbow. Though I’m glad you said something first so I didn’t have to.”
“Totally a slip of the tongue, but whatever. Still a win.” After nuzzling her cheek against Twilight’s, Rainbow brushed a few stray strands of hair behind Twilight’s ear. “But what does this make us? Friends? The ones with benefits? Marefriends?”
Twilight pondered for a moment, seeking some sort of answer that never came. “I… don’t exactly know to be honest.” Noting Rainbow’s confusion, she gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “But I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?”
Taking a good long look at Twilight, Rainbow smiled. Even talk of becoming more than friends stirred the butterflies in her stomach. If she was going to continue on this route, she’d have to work on shutting up the nag for good. It’d be something new, something exciting - just like falling.
“I guess so. Maybe we could ” - she let out a long, drawn out yawn before continuing - “maybe we could figure it out after a nap. I’m pretty tired after all that.”
“Of course.” Not bothering with her lack of clothing or the mess made on the bed, she pulled Rainbow Dash into a tender embrace, petting the back of her partner’s hair as she lulled her to sleep. “We’ll figure it out, Dashie. Together.”
