She was in that limbo state. Whatever dreams she may have been having left no lasting imprint on her mind. The small sensations of the real world didn’t begin to register yet either. She could still be dreaming, but nothing was happening, except a growing awareness of sensation. Also, the questioning of whether she was dreaming or not was, itself, a clue to waking up.
Her hooves were warm. Not too warm, but lacking in that coldness one grew used to during the day and failed to notice. That warmth that makes one loath to get out of bed and place their hooves on the heat-sapping ground.
There was a tug. A pulling sensation, in a particular place.
She became aware of other sensations as sleep faded quickly. The familiar, warm, supportive feel of her mattress beneath her. The soft, subtle weight of her bedding draped over her, trapping heat in a cocoon of comfort.
But her rapid approach to full wakefulness was prompted by that tug. She was almost, but not quite, to the point of opening her eyes to investigate. It was a sensation that wasn’t herself. It wasn’t her bed.
Another sensation. An intimate one. She felt herself being pushed open to accommodate an intrusion. The subtle friction of being slid into. Of her vagina accepting something. It lacked the solidness of a penis. Soft. A tongue.
Somepony had their tongue inside her vagina. Somepony was in her bed, taking advantage of her vulnerability of sleep. It felt nice. It was a pleasant part of her cocoon of warmth. A part of her felt she should panic. To confront this violation. But sleep muted that part. Sure, blame it on sleep.
The tongue lingered inside her. Moving subtly, tasting her and exploring the hospitality of her vagina, no doubt. She lingered, surrounded by warmth, ignoring the call of proper behavior. The call of the day to leave this pleasant situation, the call to address and confront this improper behavior.
But it felt nice.
Tugging again. Subtle, leaving an emptiness within her, as her passage closed in the wake of withdrawal, of her inner walls clinging to the tongue pulling out of her. The desire for it to return was wrong, but more insistent than the call of the day and of right.
Wet friction and filling. It was back in, and she was content. She clenched a little, to subtly grip and feel it even more. Lingering. Small, delicious movements. There was no resistance to this penetration, and the lubricants of her vagina must be delicious to this pony.
Again, the nagging idea that she ought to investigate, find out who this was, whispered in her mind. But doing so, confronting them, would necessitate objecting to this. She would maintain the ruse of being asleep. To give her molester the prize of her most special place.
She suppressed a whimper. She was empty again. It was difficult to tell in this warm, blind world of touch if the passage of time was short or long. Wrestling with the call of the day, with trying to appear still asleep, while her lust and approval of pleasure sought to be expressed.
Another sensation. Soft, but more external. Her vulva was being kissed. She felt the tongue she wanted, but it didn’t go in. It slid up along her valley, slowly, lazily. It paused, short of washing its warmth over her clit.
Cold, open air, brief and unwelcome, almost drawing a demanding noise of some sort from her throat. She withheld her impatience to maintain her ruse.
Her patience was rewarded. Another kiss, covering her needy parts, fulfilling her need for the heat of this pony. Wet friction of that tongue, filling her so nicely. She welcomed it with another slight contraction. She briefly entertained the idea of closing her thighs, to feel perhaps the shoulders of her molester. Caution against scaring them off kept her still. For now, her aroused vagina only was on offer.
Pulling, tugging, empty feeling. How long would she have to endure it this time? Not long. Quickly, satisfyingly, back inside. Pulling again. She frowned, expecting that lingering time of intimate movement, but she was filled again in the time it took to have that thought. The walls of her vagina were being treated to a steady in and out. She was being tongue-fucked, and this steady stimulation was building her towards the beginnings of a climax. Still far off, but welcome.
Did she want to orgasm for this pony?
Again, the thought of doing the right thing nagged at her mind. She realized her breathing was nothing at all like that of a sleeping pony. But if she kept her eyes closed, maybe she could maintain this ruse. As thin as it was. If she confronted this situation, she wouldn’t get to climax. She doubted she would be given the chance to finish herself off, as dealing with this would surely ruin the mood.
If this pony wanted to believe she was still asleep under this attention, she would not dispel that ruse. She would orgasm for them. As long as they kept up this stimulation.
Her clit was--yes. Before she had a chance to realize the tongue fuck had ended, her clit was being licked, sucked, she wasn’t really sure. Wet, warm, pulling, sliding feelings blended and mixed to push her pleasure. She clenched. Vaginally, as well as pretty much everywhere. That wonderful coiling below her belly tightened and tightened, and she wantonly vocalized her lust without care. She didn’t resist it, for fear that she might be denied it if she did. She gave in to her greed, and let this pony drive her right over the edge.
It didn’t last long, but it was satisfyingly intense. She felt the body of her--lover? Assailant?--gripped between her thighs, their tongue deep within her to clench around as little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her.
It didn’t last long enough. When the emptiness of withdrawal happened, it was less unwelcome. As much as she enjoyed having a tongue inside her, this time the emptiness signaled an end to this encounter. She tightened her grip with her thighs though. She couldn’t suppress the nagging of her responsible mind anymore, though she was hesitant to follow its lead and begin the confrontation. There was a brief stalemate. If either of them moved, the veil of anonymity would end. She opened her eyes, the first step on this path. She looked down. Of course, all she could see was the shape of another pony under the covers, still warm between her thighs.
She struggled to choose words. What did one say in this situation? She wasn’t angry. Indignation seemed inappropriate. She couldn’t thank them. She watched the subtle rise and fall of the covers as they lay there breathing. Like her, recovering from their sex.
She had no doubt they had enjoyed the experience. She was curious if they had gotten off too. The idea that they might have been hoofing themselves while enjoying her body orally should have been a source of objection, but it failed to fuel the indignation that would be proper to express. Instead she felt flattered.
Timidly, she placed a hoof on her covers. Who would she find underneath them? The size and indistinct lump before her did not provide much of a hint. They were about the same size as her.
Who did she want it to be? At first, the thought startled her. She had enjoyed it. Every bit of it. Not just the physical pleasure of it. The uncertainty she was loath to end was still enjoyable strangely enough.
They stirred. Did she want to seize control of this situation and actively reveal them by lifting the covers, or remain passive and let them crawl out and reveal themselves? Maybe she could close her eyes and feign sleep. And miss out on identifying who.
She tightened her grip on the edge of her bedding. She took a deep breath, while resolving mentally to find out who. She lifted up, revealing more of her body slowly, inch by inch. She could feel the pony between her thighs tense, clearly feeling the blanket’s movement. She briefly relished speculating what thoughts might be going through this pony’s head right now.
She stared into a pair of eyes, peeking over her mound. Even in the dim light, she could identify the unmistakeable multi-colored mane of Rainbow Dash, even as she meekly tried to hide from view at her crotch.
Rainbow Dash.
She still felt no outrage. What to say still escaped her though. They were stalemated yet again.
There was a sense of fear in Rainbow’s expression, one she had seen on her brother’s face when he and she had been caught stealing cookies together. It was adorable.
“Morning, Twi.” Rainbow then kissed her vulva again.
She liked it. Apparently her most special place belonged to Rainbow Dash, to openly touch as she pleased now.
“Morning, Rainbow.”
This confrontation was far less stressful than she had feared. Curiosity got the better of her instead of propriety. If her body was open game for Rainbow, then she could have her own fun. “C’mere, you.”
Rainbow smirked, then crawled forward, over her, until her head was free from the covers. Another sensory treat she discovered in being pressed between Rainbow’s body and her mattress. Most of the heat built up during the night had escaped when she held the covers up, but letting them fall and drape around the two of them quickly warmed back up with two bodies to heat the cocoon.
She really liked having Rainbow on top of her. She liked touching Rainbow. Emboldened by this exciting new relationship, she explored with her hooves and eyes. Rainbow’s toned, compact form had caught her eye many times, though she had somewhat struggled with fantasies about her in the past. Eventually she had come to accept that fantasizing about her friends was harmless in private. And now, in somewhat less than private, she could touch and feel the muscles Rainbow worked so hard to build. And Rainbow did not object to her touches.
She tore her gaze from Rainbow’s withers, and up into her eyes. She playfully nipped at her lips, licked a bit, then got what she wanted as Rainbow claimed her mouth and once again was inside her with that tongue. Even with the thrill of their anonymous coupling lost, she looked forward to being hospitable to this tongue whenever possible. A wordless and sincere “thank you” despite the inappropriate behavior.
As they broke for air, she smiled up at her panting lover. It felt wonderful to banish indecisiveness and just live for the moment. The call of the day couldn’t muster even a whisper in her mind for now. A checklist did come to mind, but every item on it was appealing.
First, get Rainbow on bottom. She lit her horn, and giggled as Rainbow’s eyes went wide. This was going to be fun. She and Rainbow both gasped a bit as the cold air rushed around them when she threw the covers away, but that was a small discomfort. She lifted Rainbow into the air in her aura, joined her with a few flaps of her wings, then deposited Rainbow belly-up on the mattress beneath them.
From her vantage point, she took in the sight of the surprised, but unworried friend beneath her. Briefly she contemplated that word, friend, but shook away that tangent for later. Now was playtime.
Second, get nice and close to Rainbow’s special place. Everypony had their own subtly unique flavor, according to her studies. She landed, carefully but firmly held Rainbow’s hindlegs with her hooves, then nuzzled Rainbow’s sex. Rainbow didn’t object, but was clearly far from relaxed.
Third, get Rainbow excited. That was easy. She inhaled Rainbow’s aroused scent, then gave her a lick. Good. But more data needed. She licked some more, excited by the sound of Rainbow’s breath catching, the way she moved, and the softness of her feminine cleft, contrasting to the tough, toned body. She felt Rainbow’s strong thighs tense beneath her hooves, though she didn’t make any effort to defend her vulnerable place from Twilight.
Fourth… something. There were many options. She wanted to keep touching so she kissed Rainbow’s marehood. She reveled in the soft outer lips and the supple give beneath her touches. She was not just warm, she was hot. Hot and soft against her sensitive lips, and she moved underneath Twilight’s kisses. Rainbow was ticklish. That would be fun to explore later, but for now…
Fifth, get inside her. She pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Rainbow’s narrow passage. It took a surprising amount of effort. She had to point her tongue and wedge Rainbow open. She was slick and aroused, but there was very little room. She managed, and the idea that she was forcing Rainbow’s body to accommodate her excited her. Rainbow gave every indication that she was enjoying this, and she could empathize easily. She closed her eyes and just reveled in the taste, heat, and tightness of Rainbow around her tongue. It was awkward to keep her tongue out of her mouth this way, and she feared she would tired out too soon, but for now she was content. Rainbow had done this to her, and would do it again if she had any say in the matter.
As predicted, she felt the need to withdraw her tongue for a brief rest. As she pulled, Rainbow’s body clung to her, contracted to try to keep her inside, and she voiced her complaint with an adorable whimper. She nuzzled and kissed Rainbow’s sex to reassure that she would be right back in soon. She slid her hooves along her thighs, caressing the curve and solidness of her flesh under the fur, and moved in to touch softer flesh. With utmost delicate care, she parted Rainbow’s lips to reveal more. She idly wondered if Rainbow had looked at her this way, though the dark under the covers made that unlikely. She’d have to let Rainbow see soon. Another checklist for later.
She teased around Rainbow’s entrance, watching how her clit winked out in an exciting way. She could see her lust pooling just within, as her body desperately prepared for this. She obliged and once again filled Rainbow’s passage, stretching her to accept her tongue, while trying to scoop up as much of her lubricants as possible. She decided she really enjoyed Rainbow’s flavor, subtly different than her own. Even more, she enjoyed the sound Rainbow made just then. That little gasp into a moan, so satisfied. Satisfied because of her.
She briefly toyed with the idea of tongue fucking Rainbow. It had been plenty to get her off, but she doubted she had the stamina to keep that up long. Item six would have to be…
Twilight pulled back, panting a little as she rested her tongue again, caressing Rainbow with her hooves lovingly. As Rainbow’s little nub winked out again, she was inspired. It wouldn’t be too difficult or taxing to suck on that. She caressed and rubbed again, leaned in close, and whispered softly, not to Rainbow, but to Rainbow’s clit. “Come on out.” When it made its next appearance, she pounced and trapped it in her lips, sucking gently to keep it from retreating.
She was rewarded with the best noise from Rainbow so far. She kept at it, licking at the bit of Rainbow held in her lips, while she bucked and writhed a bit beneath her. Not to get away, but an instinctive motion to rut against the source of pleasure. Twilight held her steady with her hooves, though she was little match for Rainbow’s strength. She managed to keep at her task though, and Rainbow got loud. She realized somewhat belatedly that she had hit seven: make Rainbow orgasm.
She didn’t want to stop, so she kept at it. She relented a bit, and Rainbow quieted to heavy breathing. She didn’t release her clit from her mouth though, and a few licks on her oversensitive place brought out new cries from Rainbow, followed by full-body trembles. Twilight’s eyes widened as the possibilities of this new information crossed her mind. Rainbow didn’t need to stop like she did. She’d read about this too, and almost giggled with her discovery, but managed to keep from letting go.
Twilight’s tongue, jaw, and even her lips felt worn out. Rainbow’s clit retreated back into hiding within her labia. Twilight laid her head on the cloud and lightning bolt cutie mark beneath her. Rainbow had apparently turned onto her side at some point, but for now both of them were content to just focus on breathing and recovering. In the back of Twilight’s tired mind, she chided herself at her inability to simply count. How could she test out Rainbow’s orgasmic limits if she couldn’t even properly measure them with simple counting?
She lifted her head to give her lover an admiring once-over. Rainbow’s tongue was hanging from her mouth, and her eyes closed. Little trembles passed through her body, evidence of aftershocks still going on. Yet another upwelling of pride for being responsible for this filled Twilight and gave her the strength to crawl up behind Rainbow, wrap her hooves and wings around her, and close her own eyes.
She’d get around to dealing with the day later.
Author's Note
Set in an unspecified point in time after Magical Mystery Cure.
Credits:
Editing provided by Jondor.
Prereading by ZOMG.
Cover art screencapped from Magical Mystery Cure by me using ShareX.
