What Are We Doing Tonight, Anyway?
“So, uh, what are we doing tonight, anyway?” asked Rainbow Dash, laying down on her stomach, idly kicking her bare legs and feet in the air, the rest of her body only covered by a singlet and thigh high bed shorts.
“I told you, Rainbow, this is sleepover, part two! Moondancer told me the Slumber 101 author recently published a sequel, and what better way to apply its world of knowledge than to have a sleepover with everyone that missed out the first time,” Twilight proclaimed cheerfully, buttoning up her purple, star spangled pajama shirt with matching pants and socks.
“Yeah, but what are we DOING?” Pinkie chimed in, flailing around her pajama shirts sky blue, one-size-too-large sleeves, almost knocking the identically colored night cap off her head.
Twilight had to double take a glance at Pinkie before responding, thinking that everything below the waist line was naked, but thankfully caught a glimpse of a pair of underpants, not that it mattered anyway, since the floppy shirt basically doubled as an impromptu skirt, still, best to make sure no one was going commando.
“Well… last time the book was very specific about the Do’s and Do Not’s, this time she clearly states "let the evening evolve in its own way, micromanagement can spoil the sporadic fun". Bit of a one-eighty from her last book, but alright… ”
“Damn,” Rainbow snickered, “maybe she had a midlife crisis."
“Ooh, I’ve had a few of those! When I was like, five years old, I decided I’d never ever eat cheese flavored cornchips again,” Pinkie added, before reaching behind her and grabbing a packet of “Charlie Chips Extra Cheesies”, opening it, and stuffing a much too generous handful into her mouth. Rainbow Dash glanced sideways at Twilight, looking slightly perturbed. “What?” Pinkie choked out from behind her stuffed mouth.
“Yeah… forget it. Hey Twi, where’s Fluttershy anyway? She went to get a shower what feels like hours ago now. Did she get sucked down the drain?” chuckled Dash, causing Pinkie to gasp as the thought genuinely crossed her mind.
“Dash it’s only been a half hour,” Twilight responded, flicking through the pages of the book, “you know she’s very thorough, besides, she’s pretty tired from a trip she had to make all the way out to Everfree swamp.”
“Bah, it only takes me ten minutes,” retorted Rainbow.
“Yeah, and I can smell it!” Twilight teased, being unusually brave with her sarcasm, eliciting an “Oooooooh” from Pinkie.
“Hey!” Rainbow exclaimed, still laughing despite the sting. “I’ll let you off with a warning, next time, I’ll burn ya good, egghead,” she added, as she gently prodded Twilight’s arm. “…I don’t smell that bad do I?” Dash inquired, sounding slightly unsure all of a sudden, legs now lying flat.
“Heh, it was joke, dummy. You smell fine,” Twilight reassured as she leaned over and gave Dash a quick kiss behind the ear, causing an ever so slight blush under the blue fur.
Pinkie didn’t notice, as she battled with her now empty chip packet, holding it upside down, hand stuck up within it, searching for one last morsel, the noises she was making sounding more distressed by the second, until “Hey look, its Flutters! She’s alive!” Pinkie cheered, dropping the packet behind her after she raised her arms up in the air in celebration.
“Awhuuu…” Fluttershy tried to inquire as to the meaning of her supposed demise before stretching and yawning in a way that Pinkie obviously thought was far too adorable, immediately patting the spot next to her on her mattress, beckoning the yellow pegasus over.
Fluttershy was adorned in a light green full body fleece pajama set complete with hood, which had two holes that allowed her ears to poke out the top. Fluttershy smiled before making her way over to Pinkie and cuddling up next to her, eyes looking heavy.
“Oh, I’m sorry girls… aaaaah... I really don’t think I’m going to be able to stay up that long… I’m really sleepy,” Flutters yawned again.
“Naw it’s okay Shyshy, we’re just happy you’re here.” Pinkie beamed, squeezing her close. “Hey, aren’t your PJ’s missing their footies? Don’t wantcha feetsie weetsies getting cold.”
“No no, it's quite alright. I just can’t sleep properly with anything covering my feet it's… uhm… I don’t know… somethin’…” Fluttershy breathed out, already closing her eyes.
“Hehe, don’t you fret, Pinkie will keep them nice and toasty anywho,” chortled Pinkie as she tucked Fluttershy in next to her, everyone chiming in right afterwards with varying forms of “Goodnight Fluttershy”, whose peaceful, smiling face gave the impression of someone who could not be more content with their life right now.
“Well, she’s clocking out early. What are the rest of us gonna do? It’s like… 9pm. I’m not usually asleep for another three hours yet,” asked Rainbow as she rolled over onto her back to look at the ceiling. “Fluttershy is out cold, so we could watch a scary movie, I guess? We'll just keep it on low volume or whatever.”
“Oh! Oh! I know what we could do!” Pinkie blurted out, all eyes focusing on her for her amazing suggestion. “We could watch a scary movie!”
Twilights disappointed eyes went back to her book, Rainbow Dash tried to smother her own face with a pillow, Fluttershy simply let out a small giggle despite it seemed like she had already gone to sleep.
“Hey! I brought a whole pile of scary movies with me y’know,” Pinkie declared, passing a heavy satchel bag full of movies over to Dash, who eagerly began to paw through them.
“Wow Pinkie, you actually came through. You got all the good stuff here. ‘Changelings’, all three parts at that, ‘He Who Slumbers’, bit too heavy for a sleepover, need something corny… like… ah here we are, ‘Thing From The Everfree Swamp’, heh, wonder if Fluttershy met him today. Wait, whats this? Pinkie, this isn’t a horror movie, ‘Starswirl: The Mares I Loved’? Bleh. Maybe it IS scary.” Dash chattered on absent mindedly, still browsing the collection.
“Ooh, that last one sounds pretty good. Turn it on turn it on!” Twilight chortled excitedly, bouncing up and down on her mattress. Dash was about to let loose a number of complaints, before looking at the childlike glimmer in Twilight’s eyes, feeling her heart instantly sway in the opposite direction.
“Ohhh fine, we’ll put on your dumb nerd movie. Maybe we’ll see him blow something up with magic anyway," Dash resigned, sliding the movie in and turning the screen on before laying back down on her mattress, only to find Twilight had pushed her one up against it, very obviously ready to snuggle up with Dash and watch the movie. “Heh, c’mere you” Dash whispered, wrapping an arm around Twilight. “Hey, y'know, the movie doesn’t sound so bad all of a sudden.”
Pinkie’s chin was propped up on her hands, gazing at the screen, enamored by it, despite so far it had just been copyright warnings. The first hour of the movie rolled by without much fuss, Twilight and Pinkie seemingly tied for who was the most enraptured, whereas Dash and Fluttershy were neck and neck for who was paying the least attention, the latter being fast asleep.
“Ooh, I wonder if he’s gonna die at the end,” speculated Pinkie Pie, eyes wide with anticipation.
“Uhh, Pinkie, this is a biographical, he’s still alive… somewhere.” Twilight added dryly, rolling her eyes at first but then genuinely pondering where he could be. A common enough occurrence for her.
“Shit, maybe they SHOULD kill him off, that should shake up this snoozefest. If I have to watch another hour of him running out on everyone he falls in love with, I’m the one that’s going to die,” Dash joked, though deep down she was wondering if the last bit was really a joke. Someone somewhere had been bored to death before, surely.
“Daaaaash, he’s a deep, complicated character, not even Starswirl scholars could quite grasp his perception of love. Ahh, enigmatic to a fault,” Twilight lazily mused, half lidded eyes still enraptured by the film.
“More like GAY to a fault,” Dash laughed, slapping her hand down on the mattress. “Look at all those needy mares he left unfucked!”
“Twiii, Dash said a bad woooord,” sang Pinkie, eyes still not moving off the screen as her hands crept over Fluttershy's ears to protect their sweet innocence.
“Ugh, always so vulgar, but still… even I have to agree. I always envisioned Starswirl as brilliant, but still a living, breathing person just like us. Surely there’s more to him then magic… I mean, surely he at least wanted to, ahem… ‘fuck’ them… right?" Twilight felt a sense of awkwardness wash over her after she dropped her curse, so she quickly hurried on. "Like... so far this movie has done nothing but paint him as frigid, cold and careless,” Twilight commentated further, not even contemplating whether her words were actually going to pass through any open ears.
“Maybe the movies just... building up to it! Yahknow? Like at the end of Lord of the Wings, where Darth Umbra revealed he was Cloudwalker’s father. I’m still gobsmacked!” Pinkie proposed her completely valid theorem, another sleepy giggle emanating from Fluttershy, whom even in her slumber, couldn’t help but laugh at whatever silliness emanated from next to her.
“Yeeeah… maybe you’re right Pinkie. I still have hope!” Twilight confessed, hoping her hero was truly as she always thought he was; the deep romantic sort who who had no trouble expressing his affections despite his rampant intellectualism. Maybe she was just concerned it was all projecting on her part.
“Hah,” scoffed Dash, “Let's bet on it!”. Dash repositioned herself just behind Twilight, who looked temporarily perturbed that her warm, heat source of a friend moved away. Dash laid on her back, moving Twilight’s legs so they propped up on her chest, her socked feet mere tantalizing inches from her face, whereas Rainbow’s legs where positioned on either side of Twilight, who was still lying on her stomach, facing the screen. “Every time I hear a mare burst into tears, I’m going to tickle you, and you should know I’m VERY good at it, no room for mercy in Junior Flight School. Fluttershy would confirm it but… yeah.”
Twilight gulped at first, but turned her head to give Dash a sly grin. “Fine, you’re on! Starswirl will come through for me yet,” Twilight assured, her legs feeling rather comfortable propped up on Dash anyway, not really thinking of the peculiar nature of the bet.
Pinkie however, was quick to make a snarky comment. “Oh hey, didn’t we do this once? Yeah it was when, um, we were watching that junior flyers training video, and you tickled me every time you guessed right on who was going to crash. Hehe, there were a lot of duds that day, I giggled a whoooooooole lot. Twily, like, oh my gosh, she really doesn’t lie when she says she’s good at tickling, or maybe that’s just m-“
“Pinkie! Heh, I thought you promised you weren’t going to mention that,” interrupted Dash, rather sheepishly. A few lightbulbs however, went off in Twilight’s mind.
“Woopsies, sorry Dashie! It was fun anyway. But this time, I’m going to make sure this stays fair! Last time you tickled me even when that one colt only stumbled a bit when he landed, that was soooooo unfair,” Pinkie whined playfully, sliding her feet back and forth across the mattress to seemingly wipe away phantom tickly feelings returning from the past.
“Wow Rainbow, sounds like you two had a lot of fun,” Twilight snickered knowingly. “Since you’re such a big expert and all, take my socks off too. Gotta make this all professional, right?”
“Oh… y-yeah, s-s-sure, m-makes sense…” Dash choked out, starting to realize Twilight may have figured a certain something out. Dash did love tickling her friends, and she certainly loved the rare opportunity she got to see their feet. Always brave with suggestions, it happened frequently enough to tide her over, but it was a whole different ballgame when someone knew something sneaky was involved. She swallowed the lump in her throat before slowly tugging off Twilight’s starry socks.
“Mmm, much better… they were starting to get a bit warm and sweaty…” Twilight cooed, wiggling her toes an awfully egregious amount, accidentally tapping Rainbow on the nose with the tip of her toe as well. Twilight couldn’t exactly see Dash’s face from her position, but she didn’t even need to, feeling a tremble rush down Rainbow’s body with her legs. Although Twilight knew she was horribly ticklish, especially her feet, which only ever saw lush library carpets, the thought she was making Dash adorably uncomfortable outweighed whatever vulnerability she was feeling.
Eventually however, attention phased back to the movie, though Twilight didn’t relent in splaying her toes in a successful attempt to make them look especially appetizing to Rainbow, who was bound by her own rules not to touch them, no matter how much she wanted to, and then some. It wasn't, of course, as if Dash spent her days creeping on other ponies' feet or anything like that. It was just that, after having been cuddling around with your closest friends for a few hours, you tended to become way more loose about your little kinks. Dash knew that much, from both sides...
Regardless, the extent to which Twilight clearly read her made her gulp hard from just that one toe poke. Deep down she wanted to stick her muzzle between her toes, sniffing, kissing and otherwise lavishing them in the affection the athlete personally felt like they have always deserved, but she knew she couldn’t even get a single finger swipe across her arch without Pinkie pulling her up on it. At this rate, she was already going to find some loophole.
Fifteen minutes without a breakup felt like an eternity for Dash, but crying never sounded so sweet, as the welcomed sound of heartbreak rang out from the movie. Oh, she was going to make her pay for teasing her so badly, watching Twilight shift slightly, and scrunch her soles in anticipation of whatever feeling was about to befell her, was all the encouragement Rainbow needed to get started, the balance of power being shifted back in her favor.
“Hehehe, please be gentle, Rainbow… I’m a tiny bit tickleeeheheheheHEHEEHEEE WAIT WAIT-“ the bubbling chorus of giggles didn’t take long to start pouring out of Twilight’s maw, all it really took was Dash to lightly dig her thumbs into the center of her arches and rotate them a little. Twilight on the other hand, was taken aback by how much it tickled. She really should have known better.
Either underestimating Dash’s skill, or her own sensitivity, she couldn’t help herself when it came to making pleas for it to stop, even if she was having quite a bit of fun. She really wish she didn’t plead however, she knew Rainbow would be feeling a rush of self-confidence now… but there’s always a way to send that shooting back down, though it would require enduring additional titillation.
“Aww, the poor little egghead’s feet are ticklish,” Dash teased as she squeezed and scratched Twilight’s toes. The warm toes wiggling against her fingers transported Dash to her own little personal slice of heaven, all kinds of lovely thoughts filling her mind, how much she had always wanted to do this, how she was going to tickle this little bookworm nuts all nigh-
“Nuh uh! A minutes up, Dashie!” Pinkie’s voice rang out like an alarm. “Remember the rules we played by? One minute for every won portion of the bet, not a second more, or less.” Dash begrudgingly let her hands slip from Twilight’s inviting feet with a groan, feeling even worse than before, having them and then not being able to touch them was probably torture equal to what Twilight was going through.
“Such a stickler for the rules, huh Pinkie Pie.” Dash sighed in defeat, to which the pink mare happily nodded her head, smiling widely with her cheshire grin.
“Aw, don’t sound so glum, Rainbow! I’m sure you’ll get to tickle my poor, soft, oh so sensitive feet again any second now…” said Twilight lasciviously, complete with extremely deliberate word choice. She knew she could get away with a lot more with Pinkie watching like a hawk, so she decided to push her buttons even more. “Y’know Dashie, I actually kinda liked it, maaaaaybe I'm hoping Starswirl goes and breaks another heart, heheh...” Like was perhaps too strong a word. She loved driving Rainbow up the wall, and being at her mercy to some extent was scratching some odd buried itch, she just doubted her capacity to suffer through the tickling without breaking and it being clear that her screams for help and mercy were becoming dangerously serious, something that was likely to become even more readily apparent with Dash at the reins.
Sadly for Twilight however, it seemed that whatever consequences for her teasing of Dash were going to be would be revealed much sooner than anticipated. A time skip in the movie a mere three minutes after the most recent breakup to yet another sobbing, heartbroken mare, almost made Twilight mutter a playful curse under her breath. Dash didn’t even give her a chance to brace herself this time, pokey fingers instantly prodding into Twilight’s squishy flesh, creating a high pitched yelp-laugh, seemingly causing Fluttershy to twist and turn a little in her sleep, while Dash chuckled to herself over her friend's apparent sensitivity.
In an attempt to not wake up her dear sleepy friend, Twilight buried her snout into the mattress and laughed into it. For Dash, the muffled bouts of laughter were even more pleasing than if they were hitting the open air. Twilight’s feet were comfortably grasped in Dash’s hands, thumbs on the tops, the rest of the fingers scrambling over the soft purple soles, the mere sensation of her digits touching what they were driving Rainbow wild, her legs gently squeezing against Twilight’s sides as she tried to hold in something unmentionable and warm brewing up in her nether regions, regardless of how much she wanted to let it loose.
However, her fingers did as they pleased, and continued their tirade, much to the thrashing Twilight’s dismay. Every giggle, every creasing of the skin under Dash’s touch, fully knowing she was causing these reactions… it was enough to send her right to the peak. Taking her hand off her right foot, and opting to thread four of her fingers between Twilight’s toe spaces and scratch gave both girls their expected mileage. Twilight’s broken giggles and Dash’s arousal both heightened. She was lost in it now, quietly panting in fevered lust as she noticed every melodious note of pure laughter, how the warm toes squeezed against her fingers was just about to make her-
“Ding dong! Times up agaaain!” Pinkie called out, making Dash feel like a bucket of water was thrown over her head, letting Twilight’s feet drop again. Deep down she was glad she didn’t make a mess of things, but she was so close to the hands sensation of a lifetime she almost didn’t care about the consequences.
So caught up in her own frayed emotional state, Rainbow didn’t even realize the small wet spot on the front of her bed shorts, opting to push lower region a bit more firmly against Twilight’s behind, at least feeling the additional comfort of a warm body press further against her neediest spots, inadvertently also putting Twilight’s wiggling toes yet another inch closer to her practically drooling mouth. That and, well, hiding the spot as best she could. It'd be a tiny bit weird if anybody noticed, to say the least.
Twilight on the other hand, was facing a differing slew of physical problems. She swore Dash had already found her worse spots. If her heels and balls were soft enough, her high arches touched ground even less, and were left sweaty and slightly red by the rampaging fingers. Even so, the attack between her toes was unexpectedly horrendous, so much so she knew she couldn’t take another round of that without breaking down and outright asking Dash to stop, even if it meant losing whatever leverage she gained against her this night. The mattress was left quite battered by her fingers squeezing into it, not to mention the few individual tear stains from when she shoved her face into it.
On the subject of wet, she swore she felt a slight touch of liquid soak into the back of her pants as Dash cuddled up against her a bit more. She certainly didn’t mind additional proximity, if anything, she welcomed it, but she was somewhat unsure whether this newfound wetness should be treated with the same open arms, trying her best to ignore what the flicker in her loins told her. As usual, Twilight’s logical mind looked for a good answer, and she found it, in a rather obvious place no less, the same place she found most of her answers. Gazing upon her other friends, she watched Pinkie lovingly stroke Fluttershy’s hair, who purred in quiet contentment under the soft glow of the flickering television, casting half a shadow that draped over the pair, being the only source of light in the room left.
Flutters was most likely being ushered into some delightful dream where her and Pinkie lived together in blissful relaxtion, not really much different to this moment... Twilight loved her friends, so much. But from what she knew of friendship from before, this level of closeness seemed unusual. But why did that matter? Her life was the definition of unusual. The comforting serenity plastered across Fluttershy’s face, and the look of pure, unconditional affection on Pinkie’s spoke more freely of logic than almost any book, and that was cause enough to see this little game to the bitter end.
Feeling a sudden sense of self assurance, Twilight grinded her plentiful posterior against Rainbow's needier parts as she too nudged herself into position. In Twilight’s mind, she was mutually leading Rainbow into something both of them were more than happy go into, but the added pressure against the pegasus’ crotch only served to make her even more desperate and needy for any form of relief. Any other time, she wouldn have been overjoyed at Twilight coming out of her shell and acting this sultry, but it only made her want her more, and the rules of the game, thanks to Pinkie, were set in stone.
In the end, Dash got herself comfortable, and tried to not let the suddenly more receptive Twilight make her break down any more than she already had. It started off as a playful game of tickles to pass the time in less utter boredom, but thanks to input from both Twilight and Pinkie, it had turned into a warped combination of a clash of wills, and semi mutual lovemaking. Dash was just hoping to play with the purple feet for a while, and maybe rub one out to the thought of it while nestled behind Twilight in the dead of night, but nothing around these girls was ever that simple. At this rate, Fluttershy was going to wake up and make things even more complex, she mused.
There was no backing out now on either account, Pinkie outright wouldn’t let her, and she wasn’t sure what Twilight would perceive it as right now, either a victory she could rub in, or she could feel let down Dash didn’t continue the very thing that lead to all this closeness. Regardless, Rainbow was simply horny enough to continue despite either reason, and so that’s exactly what she did. Laying back, Twilight’s feet resting on her chest, close enough that she almost felt like she could reach out and pop a toe into her maw but resisting the crushing temptation, and waiting for the next heart Starswirl broke, surely there couldn’t be many more…
At least playing by the rules Pinkie wouldn’t make things awkward, and Twilight’s giggles would surely quell any mixed surety she was feeling, so the only way was forward. And as if it were a sign from the clouds themselves, theatrical sobbing broke the genuinely non awkward silence that had filled the room. This time, Dash was prepared for herself, taking it slow to avoid working herself up too much, opting to slowly spider her fingers against Twilight’s left foot, which she felt was the more ticklish of the two.
Twilight was giggling pretty excessively, but it didn’t cause the same squawking as last time, nor much face burying, although, a different sound came out of left field.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!” Pinkie intervened loudly. “Starswirl DIDN’T break up with anyone! That mare was crying out of JOY because he said he was going to stay! For the very first time!” Rainbow stopped tickling, but simply blinked at Pinkie, almost gobsmacked how seriously she was taking this whole thing, or maybe there was a reason for this...
“You tickled Twilight in a time it was not permitted! The rules of fairness dictate that tickling given under false pretense must be paid back in kind,” Pinkie explained clearly and dutifully, almost like she was judge and jury of some hypothetical courtroom.
All Dash could think however, was “wow”. She figured it out, Pinkie still felt cheated she got tickled more than what she TECHNICALLY had coming, back during the tryouts bet. Big deal, she thought. Who clings onto something so trivial for so long?! The initial blowing of the mind from Pinkie’s antics soon gave way to worry, worry about what else she said, “paid back in kind.”
“Oh, n-no no.. heh… I d-don’t think that’s… uhm… really necessary, Pinkie… just a simple tickle out of place, is all… y-you don’t mind, do ya Twi? Heh heh…” Dash spluttered nervously, pulling back her legs and scrunching her toes in fear of what was going to be done to them. Despite how much she adored feet and tickling, the thought of someone doing the same to her was the stuff of horrible nightmares. She knew full well she was ticklish beyond reason, perhaps even slightly above Twilight’s level. Thinking back on the very few occasions she received the raw end of the deal at the hands of a certain someone during her glory days at Junior Flyers, she really, really didn’t like where things were going…
Right now, all Twilight could do was smirk at Rainbow, after pulling her legs away and sitting cross-legged on the mattress, contemplating the state of affairs. Oh how much she wanted to tickle her, not just out of payback for the palpable tickling she endured personally, but to truly be the first she knew of to win this little game Dash has played many times before, thinking back. It struck Twilight like lightning. She didn’t consciously try to remember this happening before. One, because she saw it as playful innocence, and two, nobody ever thought to point it out. Independent of the obvious affinity for feet Twilight had long been aware of this evening, it wasn’t until now she really realized how much Dash sneakily made some tickling bet out of something when she knew the odds were heavily in her favor in the past, the individual on the receiving end always asking for a break before the end, Rainbow always looking pleased as punch she won and got away with it for yet another day. All that and maybe something seemed deeply satisfying about digging her fingers into Rainbow's athletic, toned figure.
Twilight had to hand it to Pinkie, if it weren’t for her uncanny intervention, Twilight would have been tickled witless and she would have been another notch on her belt. Though… deep down she knew Dash wasn’t just a predator out for the sating of her lust. She’s always been open to kissing, cuddling, and has been actively making attempts to get Twilight to open up in regards to matters of affection, she even indulged Twilight with this movie out of naught but her care for her. And, well, Celestia knows how long Rainbow had been waiting for the opportunity to play with her very own feet? The idea of her lusting over a part of her gave Twilight a serious case of tummy butterflies, she could only imagine how good it felt for her to finally scratch that itch too. Did she really truly want to torment Dash considering all of that?
Perhaps there was a way to get both, mused Twilight. Dash needed at least a little taste of her own medicine, and the thought of cuddling tight with her after they’d both been tickled silly was certainly appealing. Besides, she wasn’t going to be THAT mean. Just a little.
“Well Rainbow, fair's fair,” Twilight snickered, closing in, menacingly wiggling her fingers at her just to rub salt into the wound, until a yawn from Fluttershy distracted everyone from the blue pegasus’ untimely doom.
“Mmh, if you want to tickle her… just… hold her still. She can be a real squirmer,” Fluttershy groggily whispered, before going quiet again.
Dash was hoping Fluttershy would stay asleep through all of this, but it was just her luck. Fluttershy was the only one of her friends who had ever managed to once beat Rainbow at her own game, Dash cringing as the memories came flooding back, though the majority of them were actually quite pleasant. Simply because Dash knew Fluttershy before anyone else, she was far more comfortable with her, and due to her personality, she knew she could be trusted with any dirty little devious details. Rainbow told her fairly early on what she liked, mainly under duress however, as Fluttershy was an avid barefooter and it was driving Dash crazy with lust on a daily basis.
A tiny little amount of begging was all it took for Fluttershy to feel palpable pity and indulge Dash, and afterwards it became a regular enough thing, Fluttershy finding she didn’t mind the attention after a tiring day at school, especially on P.E. days when her feet were hot, sweaty and sore. Affection wise, Dash became fairly intimate with those soft, yellow pegasus feet, and a new kink began to form. Fluttershy tended to giggle a lot, especially when Dash nibbled her toes, so naturally she wanted to hear more of those beautiful noises, that and, watch her feet squirm under certain sensations.
When Rainbow was feeling particularly bothered one fateful day, Fluttershy was barely inside the door before Dash started tugging her shoes and socks off for her. All she could really do was giggle at how needy she seemed that day, but what she didn’t know how much giggling she was going to do. The shy pegasus flopped over onto Dash’s bed, letting her feet hang off the edge, expecting her to do her usual licking and suckling thing, except this time, Dash sat just on top of her ankles instead, and began to lightly caress her soles, fingertips barely grazing the skin. Between the choir of giggles, which sounded like they came from the place beyond the Sun to Rainbow’s ears, Fluttershy managed to splutter out a few questions as to what Dash was doing.
Fluttershy didn’t exactly have much endurance for this, her voice quickly raising a few octaves as Dash’s fingers pushed and prodded a bit deeper into her arches. A few moments passed, and Fluttershy earnestly started to try and pull her ankles out from under from Dash, but to not much avail given her physical strength. Eventually the curious blue fingers began to explore and hit all the wrong places, the balls of her feet melting like butter under titillation even moreso than her arches.
By the time Dash had enough playtime with her toes however, quiet sobs between choked laughter began to trickle from Fluttershy, which was finally enough for Dash to stop. Feeling immeasurably guilty, she put a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, apologizing profusely. Fluttershy turned to face the athlete, and though her eyes were wet with tears, a rather uncharacteristic grin took Dash by surprise. Fluttershy’s hands lunged under Rainbow’s arms and began to knead with surprising vigor, Dash being too shocked to even scream with laughter properly, freezing up. Fluttershy of course, took this as an opportunity to drop Dash into the same position she herself was stuck in for the last half hour, proceeding to get rid of the worn cotton socks that were the last thing stopping from Fluttershy from getting her vengeance.
Fluttershy didn’t really give Dash the benefit of a warm up, instead starting the tickling at full pace, digging into the arches with her nails, raking them up and down, down and up, over and over again. Dash screamed bloody murder. Lucky for them acoustics were quite broken in Cloudsdale, sound didn’t tend to pierce the clouds so well. Fluttershy reveled in the fact that Dash’s body seem to paralyze itself when tickled, so she had all the time in the world to play the same exploration game from earlier, except for Dash, one place seemed just as bad as the other. Even her heels caused bouts of high pitched squawking.
Now it was Dash’s time to sob, but she did so legitimately, unlike the yellow trickster. Covered in a mixture of tears, drool, and sweat, complete with a messy mane, Dash looked like she had just seen a war, or multiple at that. Though, despite everything, she still managed to give Fluttershy a smile, even if it was just to let her know she didn’t damage her irreparably. Deep down she knew it was only fair… though she sought to actively avoid incurring Fluttershy’s wrath again, only ever indulging in stock standard licks and rubs. Dash still adored those feet, but the urge to try different things was omnipresent. Luckily, Fluttershy seemed to care a smidge too much, and reassured her feet would always be around if Dash was ever truly desperate due to a dry streak or the like. As the years rolled on, it was something the athlete made use of quite frequently. Their dirty little secret indeed.
Snapping back to the present era, Dash’s worst nightmare was threatening to repeat itself. Though something struck her as odd. Why would Fluttershy suggest pinning her if she knew about how she goes stiff?
“Okie dokie Dashie, be nice and lay on your tummy for us. If you take your punishment like a good girl, you’ll get rewards!” Pinkie explained, though Dash didn’t really believe it. What could she possibly give her anyway? The only thing she wanted right now was a time machine so she could avoid getting into this mess in the first place… although that’d mean she’d have had no fun with Twilight, and it was delicious while it lasted. Dash was almost feeling torn, those purple feet sure felt worth it, although she knew second thoughts about that would be plentiful once it was her on the receiving end.
Knowing refusing would likely result in something even worse (if that was possible), Rainbow grumbled to herself as she took the position, laying out flat on the mattress and arching her legs up. “A-alright… just… g-get this over with…” she stuttered, unable to hide the anxiety in her voice, which was seemingly picked up instantly by Twilight, who was previously preoccupied pausing her movie, still not willing to lose a second of viewing time even during all of this.
“Oh Dash, sweetie, it’s just a silly game remember? Your game at that! I took my tickles and I’m still alive, and I’m a pampered egghead, or so you like to remind me, so this should be nothing for the world famous athlete, Rainbow Dash!”
Susceptible to compliments even in this predicament, Twilight’s words felt slightly reassuring, and perhaps maybe put this into perspective a little… gritting her teeth, she watched Pinkie and Twilight take a leg each, securing a hand around her ankles. Both of them teasingly wiggled their fingers in the air next to her trembling feet, already causing Dash to let out a few explosive laughs merely out of reflex, completely shattering any strength she thought she just mustered up. Both Pinkie and Twilight found it pretty funny to say the least, exchanging surprised glances, perhaps neither of them expected her to laugh at all. She always did maintain a persona of unbreakable heroine. Worse still, the first bout of laughter, artificial or not, seemed to rouse Fluttershy.
Although her eyes still looked dreadfully tired, Rainbow already knew she wasn’t going to let something like this slide without taking part in it. Dash looked her up and down, her hair was slightly messy, obscuring one side of her face, her left ear twitched as she quietly yawned and stretched, one of her green sleeve was slightly rolled up a bit further than the other, the same mirrored with her pant legs, and most obvious of all, her legs stretched out in Dash’s general direction, all her toes splaying and squeezing. To anyone she looked like the cutest, most innocent little thing that ever existed, but Rainbow knew what sinister intent laid within.
“Ohh, I was just reminded of something… you haven’t had your wings preened in a while have you, Dash?” Fluttershy asked, sounding completely sincere to everyone else in the room. All that crossed Dash’s mind however was “oh no, you wouldn’t DARE.” Fluttershy giggled, reading those thoughts right off the expression on her face. “It’s just, you never sit still when I try to do it, and it’s been so long since I last did it since you make it such a bother, so I might as well just get it… uhm, out of the way while you’re like… eep, this.”
It sounded perfectly logical, so naturally Twilight shrugged her shoulders and casually told Fluttershy to do whatever she needed to do. None of the other races understand the horrors of preening. Twilight just grooms her wings with magic, it’s not the same… its nothing like the old fashioned way, with its buddy system. “Find yourself a preening buddy, someone very close to you, you’ll do it for each other many times over the course of your life, so don’t pick lightly,” the teachers in Cloudsdale hammered into their heads, still not aware that it was the olden days and people moved around and lost touch a lot more than they used to.
Though admittedly, Dash buddied up with Flutters knowing it was for life. Not only because they were friends but, she thought gentle Fluttershy with her nice soft touch would make preening a breeze. Dash still remembers Fluttershy’s squeaks and giggles from their sessions, all these years later she still makes all the same chirps. Dash also remembers when it was her turn… finding simple words, Fluttershy was very thorough, combs and all. Sure it made her wings look magnificent but the cost was high. Whatever cosmic force made wings an over sensitive erogenous zone, be it celestial or natural, should have considered things a bit more carefully…
Still, such thoughts weren’t going to alter her biology and save her from this predicament, a fact made all the more concrete when she felt Fluttershy’s light body sit on her back, holding a wing in either hand.
“That’s no good at all, Dashie, you haven’t even been trying to keep your wings clean. Lucky for you I’m always going to be around,” Fluttershy commented, once again, sounding completely genuine to everyone save Dash. Contemplations of a retort were thrust aside when fingers started spidering her left foot out of nowhere, the one which Twilight was at, probably out of revenge for her own left foot’s abuse.
Dash’s laughs sounded more like the spluttering of a particularly cute engine as opposed to actual laughter, the whole thing took her off guard.
“Hehe, sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’m starting to see why you like this,” Twilight giggled. Within any other context, Twilight saying that would have been a rather immense turn on. Or maybe it still was… for all her egotism, she never considered her own feet as a possible fetish muse. From her own, kinky perspective, they were rather nice feet… nice deep arch, cute toes, skin still mostly quite soft despite her athletic lifestyle. If she was in Twilight’s position, fondling a clone of herself she’d be having an alright time…
Dash shook that thought away, that was too narcissist even for her standards. Regardless, imagining her own feet under duress in a situation where she didn’t have to actually feel it, still felt appealing. She always lived by the logic that ticklish feet deserved to be tickled, after all why else would they be ticklish? Logic so sound even Twilight would agree, and she obviously did, considering how she was lazily dragging a lone finger up and down Dash’s aforementioned deep arch.
Sometimes the teasing was worse than the actual hard stuff, the torture just made her go ballistic, but that little finger sliding around… made her want to tear her hair out, it kept too much of her sanity intact, she could dwell on it far too much, and time really went slow when you were constantly anticipating the next sensation. Lucky for her, Pinkie was around to provide quite the contrast, fingers digging deep into her right foot, nails scratching away faster than what her sense of touch could even properly gauge. Dash coughed out a single, hard laugh, trying to arch her back, only to remember Fluttershy was sitting on top of her quite snugly. Nowhere to go. Dash took a page from the book of Twilight and buried her face into the mattress, hearing the other girls giggle as she did so, yet another wound for her pride, at this rate none of it was going to be left by the time this was over. Pinkie’s attack ended as quickly as it began, but that made things feel even more ominous.
“Hey Dashie, hope you can hear me allllllll the way down there. We’re gonna play a game of this little piggy, okays?” Pinkie’s voice called out quite loudly, making sure Dash could hear her. Rainbow’s response however, was to feign deafness and pretend she didn’t hear Pinkie at all, despite that was impossible in and of itself, followed by vain attempts at burying her face deeper and deeper, snout now able to feel the floor beneath the mattress.
“Ooookaaaaaay, this little piggy went to market…” Pinkie twiddled Dash’s big toe between her fingers, making her way down. “This little piggy stayed home… thissss little piggy had… uhm, a triple decker fudge sundae… and this little piggy… had none… aww. But this little piggy decided to have a sleepover at Twilight’s, only to try to tickle her silly, after tickling me silly too! And probably Fluttershy! This silly little piggy has been very very naughty… so this little piggy is going to go to piggy prison!” Pinkie exclaimed, fingering her pinky toe. Dash was trembling now, everything had been busted wide open, and her poor little toe was all singled out. Dash didn’t even want to contemplate what piggy prison was… but she found out anyway, as Pinkie began nibbling at it.
That was about it for Dash’s sanity, she didn’t even sound all there anymore, squeaking away as the mixture of warm breath, tickly teeth and a sloppy tongue all came down upon one tiny toe. Twilight seemed to have seen that coming, Fluttershy however sat bewildered momentarily, probably not really thinking too straight on the account of her tiredness, but she still thought it was pretty funny anyway, partially because Dash was already in ruin and she hadn’t even done anything but hold her wings up… for now.
Of course such mercy was not to last forever, as Fluttershy’s deft hands began to rummage through the Dash’s cyan feathers, caressing them, fingers gentler than a wisp of air. It wasn’t a normal tickling feeling. It was comparable to one, but it was more to do with blatant sensitivity, much like touching yourself in a private area, just without the sexuality. Although, given Dash’s position, sexuality seemed inevitable. The sensations coursing through her wings mixed with the ones going through her feet, the occasional jolt regrettably redirecting downstairs, leading to an indescribable blend of feelings Rainbow felt like no one should have to experience, even if it was becoming more delicious by the second.
She had gone mad. That was the only explanation she could have had for it. On paper, the idea of a girl who lapped up tickling was a fantasy that fueled her in her sleaziest private moments, deep down she knew how unrealistic it was. Even with her own tickle penchant, the sensation was loathsome. How could anyone like THIS? Twilight’s sharp nails skittered across her scrunching sole, Pinkie continued her crazy assault with both hands and her mouth, it felt like… bliss. But that made no sense. She loved it. She hated it. She loved it again. She screamed, she moaned.
She could almost see what was being done to her feet in her mind’s eye, and it looked so… right. The sensation was still horrid, but that’s what made it so good. The toes on her right foot splaying to let Pinkie in to where she needed to go, the sole on her left making itself taut to facilitate the delicate scraping of those nails, one aspect of Dash betrayed another. She began to dribble slightly, tears flowed freely now, contrast to the slight trickle of feminine fluid coming from her nethers, even on a biological level it seemed she was confused.
There wasn’t really any banter now, it seemed the time for it had long passed, everybody consumed by their role in the perfect chaos, Fluttershy being the only party who wasn’t consumed in a frenzy, just gently giving the trembling wings a rub down amidst the laughter, which by now, was nothing more than glorified hiccups. A few minutes later, Fluttershy knew she was done by the telltale sheen Dash’s wings now displayed, looking neatly combed. She almost wished someone noticed how apt she was at preening, but nobody truly appreciated the art form it was.
“All done!” she quietly announced, as if it was a lazy Sunday afternoon preening session, Pinkie and Twilight snapping out of their respective hazes. Twilight seemed honestly surprised she was in it before, her face looking like she had been woken up from a particularly vivid dream. She looked at the quivering blue foot in her hand, slightly red, slightly sweaty, before looking at Rainbow, who looked like a moist disaster that had to be peeled off the mattress.
“Oh… dear…” Twilight cringed, looking somewhat remorseful. “I… I’m sorry Dash I just… uhm…” Lost for words, she gently massaged Dash’s foot to help soothe the tingly feelings left in her feet. She didn’t even know what happened. This wasn’t her kink, at least she thought it wasn’t, but the moment her fingers touched down, she felt an irresistible urge to go all out. She didn’t think it was a game of cosmic chance where she suddenly discovered she shared the same fetishes. No, she thought it was much simpler than that. For her, it was all a matter of who the victim was. She always felt insecure around Rainbow. She knew she didn’t give off that vibe on purpose, but it was a classic case of a brains and brawn, confidence versus a minor lack thereof.
Seeing Dash made to feel awkward, made to squirm like she did, given a slight dosage of her own medicine… deep down, Twilight always needed to see it, especially on a night like this. Even still, it was textbook example of revenge taken a step too far, and Twilight was honestly a little concerned about how mad Dash was going to be about all this, though the other two participants looked awfully calm about it.
Pinkie and Twilight both gently laid her legs back down on the mattress, Fluttershy however, stayed perched on her back, looking rather giddy. Practically laying down on top of Dash, she began to coo something into her ear that Twilight could only scarcely make out.
“Ohh, looks like the shoes on the other foot now, I owe YOU one,” Fluttershy whispered, all giggly-like, Twilight and Pinkie both watching her toes wriggle like mad while she said it.
Both of them were equally confused, even if Pinkie’s face didn’t display it, Twilight however look slightly pained. Did Fluttershy already get to have fun with Dash? Was there a promise of future fun? Dash didn’t say anything to confirm either, still panting and blushing and generally being a wreck. No, after all of this she wasn’t going to let it slide. She wanted in! There was still so much to do with Dash… so many words left unsaid and actions undone.
“Uhm, Fluttershy, I don’t wanna sound weird or anything but…” Twilight began to find the words to say what she meant without using certain, sexually charged words.
However, Fluttershy, almost uncharacteristically, was the one ready to set the record straight. “Oh, no no no, heh… this, umm…” Twilight smiled, back to regular Fluttershy in an instant. “This is just… look… it's… eep…”
“Okaaaay, what Fluttershy is TRYING to say, is that her and Dashie have had a certain thing going all these years, mutual pleasuring involving feetsies. Tonight however, was all about two rather intense tickling sessions from way way waaaaay long ago that sparked off a whoooooole other thang... oh yeah, and considering the satisfied wagging of Fluttershy's tail, I think the debts been paid and she wants to hand the responsibility over to someone even special-er," Pinkie explained, as if she already knew everything somehow.
Fluttershy was blushing too fiercely to be flabbergasted by Pinkie’s intimate knowledge, Dash however, was past the point where embarrassment was even an issue, and the situation had now just become one big surreal daydream, enough so to finally get her to chime in.
“Pinkie, I never told you any of that. Fluttershy certainly didn’t… the only person I ever mentioned it to was Gilda and you... oh. But wait, you were with her alone for all of two minutes, and that was spent trying to rescue me from DEATH. Did you really ask her about my private life while I was stuck down some crevice?!”
Pinkie nodded happily. “Yup! She was so anxious to spill the beans on you, she told me while we made our way over to the cliff. Heheheheh, but don’t worry, it was nothing I didn’t already guess. Nothing slips by detective Pinkie!... Though, you’re not exactly subtle… I mean…” Pinkie inched closer before sticking her pink, feet out and rubbing one of her plump toes against Dash’s snout, causing her wings to stiffen and tremble with arousal. “Heh, see. And that’s just the tip of the snow cone. While you were tickling my feet that time, I felt you nuzzle my feet once or twice. Pretty cute, y’know. But you could have had them any time you wanted, heck, I could have smothered them in whipped cream for you to lick off, but nooooo, it’s always ‘oh gosh I sure hope someone doesn’t find out I have a fetish… like everyone else in the land!’ Gee Dashie, it's reeeeeally easy. I like it when people eat food off me, so what!”
Dash was almost about to shed a tear. Her friends were freaks… just like her. And that fact couldn’t have made her any happier, suddenly feeling much more secure about everything.
Twilight couldn't contain her grin. “This almost sounds like friendship letter material… though… yeah, never mind, we’ll keep this little moral between us. Love between the best of friends comes in many forms, and as such, it’s always best to be upfront with who you really are, because you might just find your friends ready to embrace it. Or, well... something to that effect.”
Rainbow was glad she had someone to put such things into words for her, that egghead was truly something special. They all were. Though Twilight was still acting pretty odd tonight, and not for the same obvious reasons that made Dash tick, so she decided to probe a little further and grant the evening a nice sense of closure. As things were going, everyone was going to join mattresses and snuggle for the rest of the night in one big “cuddle puddle” anyway, as Pinkie would put it, complete with delectable footsies, might as well seal the deal and make sure everyone was going to have a wholesome night’s sleep with nothing on their chest. Little did she know, Pinkie thought the exact same thing about Fluttershy. The night was not over yet.
Although Dash was almost horny enough to grind the mattress beneath her, she rolled over onto her back to look Twilight dead on, eye contact was a necessity here. It was time to shake off the last remaining trembles from the rather rough tickling and snap back to her more secure self, one capable of asking more personal queries without being the awkward party.
“Twilight… is there something on your mind? You’ve been a bit weird today. Well, weirder than usual anyway, heh. Is there something you wanna get off your chest? It’s kind of open field for that sorta stuff right now, not like I can be put under the microscope any more than I already have…”
The alicorn shuffled and narrowed her eyes down bashfully. She was embarrassed, that much was certain, but she did feel like it was the best time just to let it out.
“Well… I just… as you might of guessed I’ve read a number of books in my time, some of which are admittedly sappy romance books I borrowed off Rarity. My mind tells me they are awful but I can’t for the life of me put them down. They make me happy… those sweet endings, the brave knight sweeping someone off their feet, the genuine romance of it all, I want that, I NEED that," Twilight sighed, brushing a lock of her out of her eyes in a nervous twitch. "Tonight I’ve been testing the waters, playing around with you, trying to see how open you are to this… to me… I thought if I pleased you first you might go through with it, any amount of silly tickling is worth it… Dash… you’ve always swept me off my feet, heh… quite literally tonight I might say… yeeeah no… that joke didn’t work out how I wanted it to… gah,” Twilight fumbled and went to brush the hair out of her eyes yet again before Rainbow gently took hold of her wrist, clasping her blue hand around Twilight’s purple one.
“Hey, relax a bit yah egghead. It’s just us, we’ll understand anything you have to say, I mean, look at what we hang out with every day, you’re the least of our concerns.” said Dash, motioning in Pinkie’s general direction, who was currently flopping Fluttershy’s tail around and giggling, much to Fluttershy’s own amusement.
Twilight giggled too, feeling a sense of levity wash over her.
“…What I’m trying to say Dash is that… I want THAT,” whispered Twilight, pointing towards the paused TV screen, currently showing the image of the two titular characters in a loving embrace. “I want to feel like they do in the stories. And well, you’re the closest thing I have to a knight in shining armor… Pinkie please refrain from any brotherly love jokes…” Twilight chuckled, but luckily Pinkie was still preoccupied fiddling with Fluttershy’s many bits and pieces, wings, tails, ears, Fluttershy was a fun horse, so it seemed.
“I guess my thing is, I just want one romantic night with a… hero. I feel like I’ve played the savior too long… now its my turn to stop worrying and let someone else take over. One… long… night… just the two of us… some candles, a nice cushy bed, a long bath together… and lots and lots of kis-“ Twilight was unable to finish what she was saying as Dash embraced her wholeheartedly, giving Twilight the happily ever after kiss she’s been waiting her whole life for.
“Aww, look at that, Flutters” Pinkie cooed, “aren’t they just precious?”. Fluttershy nodding in agreeance, pushing herself up against Pinkie for additional cuddles as to not feel left out amongst all this affection. Pinkie was always the curious sort, she wasn’t going to let the night slide on by without prodding a bit deeper into the quiet enigma that was Fluttershy. Such introversion only served to fuel rampant speculation, and it was time to put it to rest, no better night for it indeed.
“Hey Fluttershy, all this naughtiness got me thinkin’ y’know. What, erm… sprinkles your cupcakes, kneads your dough, bakes your cake?” Pinkie asked, trying to put it in a way that wouldn’t spook Fluttershy off, but nonetheless wrapping her arms around her a little tighter, as if she’d squirm away. Fluttershy however merely looked up at Pinkie with a curious look on her face, like the intended question flew right over her head.
“Gah! Fine! Let me put it this way then…” Pinkie whispered as she walked her fingers up Fluttershy’s belly. “What really turns you on? I neeeeed to know! Maybe… just… maaaaaaaybe for future reference. When a certain somebody’s birthday party comes up… well, heh, Pinkie might have an extra special surprise in store.”
Fluttershy shifted in Pinkie’s arms a little, and looked rather sheepish, only emphasized by her tiredness. She didn’t really understand it herself, how she could be swept up in the moment and take part in something so obviously sexual, but then feel like she always did when somebody tried to talk about it, only wanting to retreat back into her shell. Her mind looked for a way out of it, at first, a myriad of excuses ranging from the elaborate, to something more circumstantial, like she was too tired to go into it.
Though, Pinkie’s general set of oddities, as well as her seeming lack of judgement, granted Fluttershy an unusual boost to her confidence. She knew she could say just about anything and Pinkie wouldn’t even blink her blue eyes. Or maybe it was just the fact someone was holding her tight. Most likely, it was a mixture of both, but it mattered very little, as Fluttershy decided to finally spill the beans about her inner complexities.
“Well…umm, I’m really… not sure how to put this… okay. Dash likes… feet, right?” she started explaining, glancing down at her own feet which we side by side Pinkie’s ever so slightly larger ones, brushing against them at the drop of the word “feet” out of subconscious impulse. “With her… I just… I loved knowing I was making her happy. All those years, just… thinking that Dash, of all people, was lusting over me? That I was pleasing her? It made me so happy…”
“Aww, Flutters. That’s the cutest fetish I’ve ever heard! It suits you too. Gee, and here I was thinking you were hiding some big dark secret from all of us, like, oh gosh… but naw… I’M JUST HAPPY MY FLUTTER WUTTERS IS CUTE AS A BUTTON AS ALWAYS, WEE!” Pinkie rejoiced, secretly happy she didn’t have to live out the vision inside her head of Fluttershy in leather, whipping her rear end.
“Pinkie I’m not finished yet…” Fluttershy giggled, actually managing to have a bit of fun discussing the subject. “I also kinda like the idea of… turning someone’s kinks back on them, making them experience the other side of things. After Dash tickled me that one time, it was so satisfying to just… dig my fingers into her… hear her squeal, make her really understand the feelings she loves making others feel…. I don’t know why… heh, it’s weird, isn’t it?" The buttery pegasus tried to stifle a blush, her attempt at it poor as always. "Maybe I’d even like exposing more people to things… like… erm… trying out Twilight’s thing with you… or even Dash’s some more… I’d like knowing all six of us were doing the same things with each other, that’s all. It seems so perfect…”
Pinkie seemed to understand completely. “Naww, hehe, it’s not weird. I love it when we can all enjoy the same stuff together, its why I add so much of someone’s personality to their parties! Everyone can experience just a little piece of what makes them special, see things through their eyes. Wow, never thought I’d get a friendship lesson out of THIS. Move over, Twily!”
Twilight broke what seemed to be Equestria’s longest kiss with Dash at the sound of her name, her face looking like she was simultaneously drugged with a love potion, sleep deprived, and high on something straight out of the Everfree, as a line of drool between the two mouths broke and dribbled downwards. “Huhwhaa…” Twilight slurred in her absolute lusty haze, Dash still peppering her neckline with little ticklish kisses, causing her to tilt her head and giggle lightly.
“Oh, nothin’. Hey, I really think it’s sleepy time though, Fluttershy looks like she hasn’t slept since Luna was banished, and it is getting preeeetty late… lucky it’s the weekend tomorrow, huh?” Pinkie contemplated aloud.
Twilight and Dash mournfully yanked themselves out of their lovemaking, common sense prevailing. Besides, they decided it was for the best. As lovely as it was, they weren’t about to have at it for real in front of two others. Not yet anyway…
As if it was some sort of unspoken agreement, the last mattress was pushed up against the other two, though it almost seemed unnecessary, as only one mattress was taken up, everybody snuggled tight against each other, the order in which they lay having worked itself out in the order of Pinkie, Fluttershy, Twilight and finally Dash. All laying on their backs with their heads propped up watching the last few scenes of the movie, only a little conversation was had, the only other sound in the room being the occasional shifting under the sheets.
Dash and Twilight had been brought to the brink of arousal, only to be denied a conclusion, but neither of them really minded much, the sheer comfort of it all heavily outweighing sated urges. That, and there was something obviously to be said about teasing.
“Hm, well. Not sure if I really liked the ending. I knew it was coming, I mean, he did disappear, but who could willingly leave behind their true love like that? I mean, everything we’ve done, we’ve done together… wasn’t that the whole point of it all? Ahh, if that what it takes to be the greatest magician, then maybe I don’t want it… I couldn’t leave behind… this.” Twilight sniffed, watching the movie fade to black on a scene of Starswirl standing atop a rocky outcrop, gazing back at his lover’s home one final time.
“Oh you don’t have to worry about that Twi… we wouldn’t let you anyway.” Pinkie chuckled, reaching her hand over to grab Twilight's shoulder.
Fluttershy’s eyes were already closed, but she had already noticed Twilight’s feet were slightly sticking out from under the blankets, so she opted to slide her feet against them affectionately, as if it were for warmth and comfort. Partially so, but she snickered quietly knowing Dash would have seen it. She knew watching her two favorite pairs of feet sensually play a sleepy game of footsies was going to keep her up all night long. As the TV was turned off and everybody said their goodnights, spooning up against each other, Dash could only bite her lip as it was the last thing she saw before the lights went out. That one image was going to stay with her all night long, and she was already beyond needy. Burying her face in Twilight’s back and clinging onto her out of needy frustration, she scorned Fluttershy in the most lovingly way possible. With an added bit of grinding from Twilight’s posterior, and an accidental moving of feet over her own, she knew it was going to be one long night indeed.
