Sexually Deviant Sleepover

“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...