Pajama Problems

Starlight got off the train at Ghastly Gorge and headed for Maud’s dig site. She could have just teleported over, but she’d needed time to think. She walked off the platform, tail flicking at the flies landing on her cutie marks. The early summer sun beat down on her, unblocked by shade or cloud, and reflected by the pale-colored rock and dirt around her. Within half a kilometer, she was soaked with sweat, and had an aggressive case of swamp butt. There must be some pretty amazing rocks out here, for Maud to set up down this way.

She found Maud under an awning near a freshly dug mine, looking at fragments of stone though a jeweler's loup and taking notes in a journal. Maud seemed unfazed by the heat and the flies. Her sapphire eyes, melancholy yet serene, darted back and forth as she wrote. Her coverall lay loosely over her body, suggesting a bountiful figure not unlike her sister’s, but strengthened and hardened by a more physically demanding profession. Noticing Starlight’s approach, she took off her eyepiece and set it and her pencil down next to Boulder.

“Doctor Pie, I presume,” said Starlight.

“Yes,” said Maud.

Starlight walked over to stand next to Maud under the awning. It was a small awning, and standing there put her at the edge of Maud’s personal space, but Starlight could not take another second in that miserable sun.

Maud glanced up at her, eyes slanted inward ever so slightly. “Please don’t loom over me like that.”

“I’m sorry, I…” Starlight stammered.

Maud cut her off without raising her voice. “You can sit down. I’m not that mad at you.”

Starlight blinked. She sat down, folding her legs under her. “Oh, that’s a relief, because I…”

“I’m extremely mad at you. Just not so mad that I can’t stand to be in your presence.”

“Oh.”

“Just don’t push it.”

Maud took her pencil in her mouth, and resumed writing.

Starlight stared at her, dumbstruck. Was she being ignored? Nothing made Starlight angrier than being ignored, and… no. Deep breaths. It wasn’t worth it. She just needed this for the friendship lesson. So. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Maud spat her pencil out. “No.” She glanced over at Boulder, and sighed. “But Boulder says we should.”

“Okay. I’m sorry I flipped out. So sorry.”

Maud stared at her. “You did flip out. Drastically.”

“And I’m sorry I called you weird. And… that other thing I called you.”

“Pathetic.”

“Yeah, that.”

"That really hurt."

"I know," said Starlight.

"A lot," said Maud.

Starlight began to squirm visibly. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I'm evil. Can you ever forgive me?"

Maud stared at her for an uncomfortably long time, then nodded once. “Okay. I forgive you.”

Starlight raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“I don’t like talking about my feelings, remember?”

“Right. Me too,” said Starlight.

“We’re not done, though.”

“What?” said Starlight? Oh, come on!

Maud closed her eyes. “The next part is mine. I lied to you.”

Starlight's head reared back. Nopony lied to Starlight Glimmer! Why she ought to… No. Wait. She needed to give that a rest. “You lied to me?”

“Yes. Twice. Once directly, once by omission,” said Maud. “The first one is when I said I have a prim pajama fetish. I don’t. Nopony does. That’s ridiculous.”

“Okay,” said Starlight, looking at Maud sidelong. “So why did you tell me you did? And why did we have to put on pajamas?”

“I’m very self-conscious about my body. Also, on a related note, the other lie is that I didn’t tell you I’m a virgin.”

Well. That explained everything. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t ask! I just assumed. You seemed so confident! So flirty!” She reached out for Maud’s foreleg with her hooves then hesitated. “If I’d known…”

“You’d have treated me differently. That’s what I was afraid of. I was interested in you. I liked you. You’re wittier than me, smarter than me, more powerful than me. You’re pretty hot, for an old lady. The moment I saw you, I decided I wanted you to be my first. And… I know I’m hard to read. I also know that if I don’t project any obvious emotions, ponies tend to see what they want to see in my face. You wanted to see a ready and experienced young slut. So.”

Starlight had to admit that was something she'd wanted to see. That was something she pretty much always wanted to see.

Maud glanced at Starlight’s hooves. “It’s okay for you to touch me. If you still want to.”

Starlight laid her hooves on Maud’s foreleg. Maud looked at them as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. She reached out with her other hoof and adjusted them a little, then gave up, stood up, walked around until she was parallel with Starlight, and sat down again. She rubbed her cheek against Starlight’s. Starlight groaned softly, and titled her head so she could kiss Maud.

Maud’s kiss was restrained, slow, but there was an eagerness, a longing in it that it was impossible to express in words. Their tongues moved just outside their mouths, advancing, fencing, retreating. Starlight’s heart began to hammer, in a good way this time. Starlight’s loins pounded with need. She had to have Maud, and she had to have her now. She broke the kiss, leaving Maud’s mouth dripping spit, and nipped at her jaw, her cheek her neck.

Maud stood up. and stepped back. Then she stepped close again. Starlight looked up at her, sad. She’d fucked up again, hadn’t she?

“I’m sorry,” said Maud.

“No. I’m moving too fast, aren’t I? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” said Starlight. It was the hardest thing she’d ever said.

Maud sat down again. “I want to.” She nuzzled Starlight’s cheek. “There’s more to the pajama thing, if you want to hear it.”

Starlight raised an eyebrow. “Is it hot?”

“I don’t know,” said Maud. “When I was young, I slept in one bed with all three of my sisters. We all wore the same gray wool pajamas. It wasn’t too bad when I was little. But I never had any privacy. So when my body started to change… things were hard.”

“Oh, that’s terrible!” She leaned forward, that familiar evil smile coming back to her face. “What did you do if you needed to… you know… take care of things?”

“I had to be quiet.”

Starlight kissed Maud again, sucking on her bottom lip then letting it go with a pop. “Details, young lady.”

“I slept on the edge of the bed. If I rolled onto my side, I could brace my head against the headboard and my hooves against the hoofboard, so I didn’t shake the bed too much.”

“Short bed,” said Starlight, rolling onto her side so she could cross her thighs and rub them together.

“It was a foal’s bed. Too small for four teenage mares,” said Maud.

“I bet,” said Starlight, grinning. “Then what did you do?”

“I’d wait for a little while, to make sure I hadn’t woken any of them up. Then I’d slide my hoof slowly down my belly. Over the rough woolen fabric. Down between my hind legs.”

Starlight bit how lower lip and groaned. “Do you mind if I…”

Maud shook her head. “No, not at all.”

Starlight spread her legs, and slipped two tendrils of magic inside herself, going as deep into her ass and her pussy as she could without injuring herself. Then she started to expand them. Maud’s eyes widened as she watched glowing light open Starlight’s body.

“I’ve never seen the inside of one, before,” said Maud.

“Story. Dirty story. Keep going,” gasped Starlight.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” said Maud.

“For buck’s sake I just want to hear your pretty little voice saying gutter words! Go crazy!” whined Starlight, arching with frustration.

“Okay. I’d push my hoof against my pussy, and move it in circles. The wool was rough and itchy. It hurt. But it also felt too good to stop.”

“Mnnngh!” moaned Starlight, jamming a ram of magical energy against her cervix.

“But if my sisters moved, or made a noise, I would have to stop.”

“Oh…” hissed Starlight, stretching open her own holes to the point where it was painful. “It must’ve been agony.”

“It was,” said Maud. “Lying there. Listening to them breathe. Wanting to come. But not daring to move until I was sure my sisters were asleep again.”

Starlight closed her eyes, envisioning four strapping, wholesome teenage farm fillies crammed into one tiny bed, curvaceous bodies squished together. In her fantasy, they all knew that Maud was masturbating, but didn’t dare say anything. They could only lie there, too embarrassed to speak, hoping that she’d finish before too long. Starlight envisioned Pinkie — dressed in blue pajamas with pink polka dots for some reason — rolling over and sliding a hoof down Maud’s belly, her sister’s eyes going saucer-like as Pinkie reached in between her legs…

“Yes!” squealed Starlight, arching her back spasmodically, mare goo spraying out from around her magical dildos, eyes rolling up into her head.

Maud wiped a droplet of mare goo off her nose, looked at it, and wiped it on the ground “Shit. Piss. Fuck. Cunt. Cocksucker. Motherfucker. Teats,” she said. She'd clearly run out of material somewhere in the middle of Starlight’s fantasy.

“You can stop now,” said Starlight, waving a hoof at Maud.

“Was it good for you?” said Maud.

“Fabulous,” said Starlight, looking over at Maud slyly. “What do you say to teleporting back to your place for a little nooner? I think I’ve figured out how to handle the pajama thing.”

———

Maud stood before Starlight in her prim pajamas again. Starlight was reclining naked on the hide-a-bed — there was no way she was getting back into one of those wretched woolen abominations.

“How do you feel?” said Starlight.

“Itchy,” said Maud.

“And yet I’m guessing every time you’ve ever come, you’ve been in those pajamas.”

“Not this exact pair,” said Maud.

Starlight tapped her hoof on the bed next to her. Maud moved towards her obediently, climbed up, and sat next to her on her haunches. Even in half-inch thick wool, Maud's body moved with the grace of a phoenix and the power of a tiger. Starlight ran her hooves over Maud’s chest, and down her belly. Hooves came up to stop her halfway down. Starlight pushed them aside. “Lie on your back,” she said, “and open your legs.”

“Will it hurt?” asked Maud.

“No,” said Starlight. “Well, probably a little. The wool will chafe, most likely.” She kissed Maud’s lips. She kissed the cusp of her belly. She kissed the insides of her thighs.

“Please,” said Maud.

Starlight ran her tongue over the fabric between Maud’s legs. Threads stuck to her tongue. But there was the outline of Maud’s flower. Fat, thick lips, locked tight, but she could fix that. She took her time, running her tongue over and over those lush curves until the pajamas were soaking wet and clinging to Maud’s pussy. Muscular thighs twitched, then lifted and locked themselves around Starlight’s head. Yes. She pushed her tongue into the rasping fabric, finding Maud’s opening. Not all of the wetness was Starlight’s. She could taste Maud through the fabric. A cold, metallic flavor, dry like red wine. She felt the other mare’s pussy wink, and smiled. This was going well. She licked up to the apex of her flower, where Maud’s little nub hid, big round and hard. She circled it with her tongue, and Maud’s whole body jerked.

Starlight grabbed her thighs, holding her in place. She looked up over the curve of her belly. Maud’s usual composure had fallen away completely. She was twisting, covering her face, biting at her hooves, cheeks flushed, struggling not to cry out. Starlight grinned, and pushed her tongue down on Maud’s nub, grinding rough wool against it. Muffled cries started to leak out from around her hooves. Starlight was relentless. No teasing. No denial. That would come later. For now, she wanted Maud to scream, and scream loudly.

She wrapped her lips around the soaking wet bulge in the fabric, and bit down. Down through wool into Maud’s fat pussy lips, into her bulging clit. A single, sharp cry echoedt through the underground bower, hopeless and ecstatic at the same time. Maud thrashed once, violently, and lay still.

Starlight lay between Maud’s hind legs for a moment, inhaling her scent, satisfied with her work. Then she climbed up so she was face to face with her on the hide-a-bed. “You’re not a liar,” she said.

“What?” said Maud. Her eyes were different. Her normal expression had been replaced by something else, something even Starlight couldn’t place. A look a little like longing, a little like happiness, and a little like pain. Was that what love looked like? She hoped so.

“You were wrong,” taking Maud’s hoof and using it to wipe her chin. “At least one pony has a prim pajama fetish.”

Maud raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “Really."

“It’s me. I’m the pony.” Starlight ran a hoof down Maud’s side. “I think we’re done with wool, though. Linen. Silk. Maybe terry cloth. We’ll talk to Rarity, see what she come up with. Also, you’re not a virgin any more. Are you okay with that?”

“I don’t think I’m going to miss it,” said Maud.

And they kissed.