Alsesta tossed and turned in her bed. She had been like this for at least forty minutes now. For some reason, her body decided it was time to wake up at 2.38 a.m, and also that falling asleep again was a no-no.

This in incomprehensibly uncomfortable. Why is there a wrinkle in the sheets, just right there where I have my knee? And who made this pillow so hot! Arrrh!

It felt like one of her dishes, where it had to be exactly right or it would never swing. But it was one thing to work with edible things on a plate and her own body. If she could get one leg to the left… Yes, there. Then the arm began to fuss. Down? Yes. There. Then find a good position of the head… slightly backwards… A little further…
AH! The hottest place on the pillow! I have to fluff it!

She sat up, and arranged her pillow. Then she lay down again, but now her body had changed its mind and required a new position. Alsesta blinked, and sighed. “Bugger,” she whispered. In the dark room she could hear the calm snoring from the other beings in the room. Anton on the floor, somewhere on her right, and Foto right behind her. Tausendschöns purring could be traced from somewhere in the apartment as well.

At least, no one else is awake. Alright, I just need to relax myself. Imagination is the creative chefs best friend right after salt and butter. And intelligent company is preferred at this hour, so it’s perfect I’m the only one awake. I can always think about...

Her mind went blank, and she stared at the roof. Then she frowned. Ah come on! I should at least be able to rely on myself. No? Ok… No fudge til next month for you, Alsesta.

She turned over to her other side, but that didn’t help. Her legs were aching and the pillow was still warm. She looked at the contours of her sleeping wife.

Fransie always have a spare pillow. Where is it now... Right under her arm. Damn. I will probably just wake her up if I try.

So another urge came up. One that was not silenced by threats or positive thinking. “The Neighagara falls” as daddy had called it. The Neighara falls were calling her right now. Grudgingly she left the bed for the toilet. Even if she hit a few things on her way, she refused to turn on the light. Turning on the light meant accepting she was awake, and she was not going to have that.

Her business finished quick and efficient, she went to the kitchen. A glass of milk helped sometimes. She poured a small glass of regular, swiped it in one go, and returned to bed. She closed her eyes, trying to relax by force. Mind over body.

To bad the body decided that the nighttime was the body’s time to be in charge then. She sighed and turned over to her side. The night was long, and longer would it be...

“Are jo...Yawn... awake, engelchen?”

Shit. She sighed again. Ah well… Nothing to do but to accept the inevitable, I guess. “Yes, Fransie. I am awake.”

“Ach! Mein poor engelchen… Jo have trouble sleeping? Come over here.” Alsesta turned around to face her wife, and Fransie put her arms around her. “Oh Faust in himmel, jo are tense! Zis night is no good night for jo, love. Have jo not tried to relax?”

Alsesta frowned. Fransie could be so naïve at times. “YES, Fransie. I have. I have been trying to find a doable position for some time now, I’ve had a glass of milk, I’ve been to the bathroom and before you say it, no I have not and I outright REFUSE to take a walk or count sheep! I want to sleep. Now.”

“Ach. Vell… perhaps I can help jo…”

Alsesta rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do? Sleep for me?”

“No. Have jo never tried masturbation to calm down?”

“WHAT?” She almost sat up in bed, but Fransie held her back.

“Jo heard me, and jo should be thankful Minolta is with Bonchen zis weekend. Jor waking ze whole house. So… have jo tried it?”

“Um…well… that is…” Even in the darkness, Alsesta didn't want to look Fransie in the eye.

“It’s a yes, then.”

“Um… yes, but Fransie…” Here she was, a grown mare, blushing.

“Ach! Pishposh! Haven’t we done enough things jor father would never approve of in zis room?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Ach, say no more! Turn around and let jor Fransie lead jo into ze land of dreams!”

Alsesta wasn’t convinced, but she obeyed, and soon she had her back against Fransie. Normally she never gave her wife an inch, but she blamed her sleepless mind for her relative easiness. The idea that she might enjoy the experience was completely shoved aside. Fransie moved closer to her, and soon her hands found their way in under her pajama. One sneaked its way to her chest, and began to gently caressing her breast. Fransie’s fingers were thin and actually rather bony, and yet her touch drove Alsesta mad. Especially when she let her thumb dance over her nipple. Alsesta bit her lip to make sure not a sound above her breathing come out. She was not going to let Fransie believed she enjoyed this invasion of her privacy! The fact that they were married and shared a bed for some years didn’t change a. fucking. thingohholystraswirl! It was in that moment she felt the other much more bold hand, sneaking its way in between her legs and began to stroke her inner thigh, even go as far up as slightly touching her slit.

Alesta began to breathe harder and separated her legs slightly, to give more room to Fransies hand. She felt really, really annoyed by her action. Unfortunately for her, that feeling was completely drowned in the sensation of Fransie spreading her finger full, and stroking her lower lips, slowly and gently. No fingers were directly touching the more delicate parts and yet this felt really bloody good.

“Mmmm….”

Fransie said nothing, but Alsesta could bet she was smirking. She had a reply on her tongue, but in that moment the hand reached exactly THAT spot and she gasped. She felt herself getting warmer, and yet Fransie kept her hand on the outside, her slow strokes moving over the left thigh, then the right… Then back to the left, and then for brief moment landed on her lower lips… Only to teasingly remove it again.

“Oooooh…” And when Alsesta thought she could just let thing go and ride it out… Fransie began to speak.

“Jo know what… Jo are my favourite zing to play wit, engelchen…”

“Oh, just staaaaahp…”

Alsesta HATED when Fransie talked during love-making. Because she always used that special, sultry voice she saved for her ,and only her. Because she always talked in teasing euphemisms and half-lid hints that always sounded so extremely dirty. Because it drove her so insanely horny and she hated it so much and she was not giving in at all and she was trying so hard to control herself and stupid stupid stupid Alsesta she was driving her even more nuts with her self-inflicted orgams denial and that Tartaros-born Fransie KNEW that and that was why she always did it that bloody cunt oh Faust shut up and let me cum already please I can’t stand it anymore I can’t…

Her thoughts were halted by a finger finding it’s way inside and once again hitting THAT spot and she couldn’t stop her mouth this time.

“AH! AAummph...”

“Wat was zat, engelchen? I thought jo were enjoying jorself…?”

“Mmmmmm… Stupid kraut...”

Fransie smiled. “Thought zo.”

Alsesta bit her lip, Fransie was the most impatient mare in the world at every time, except in these moments. She could tease forever, and more than once she had grown tired and just grabbed Fransies hand and finished herself. Fransie crept a bit closer and now her mouth was just inches from Alsestas ear. She whispered, “Jo like zis, don’t jo, engelchen?” Alsesta nodded. “But let us tip jo over ze edge in ze best way… What is jor fantasy, engel?”

Alsesta replied, her mind dimmed by the intense feelings.“Wha…what?”

“Jor fantazies, engelchen. Ze mares do jo zink of when Jo are getting off?”

“Uhn…You, Fransie…”

But Fransie was not satisfied with that answer. “Tsk, tsk tsk… Boring. No, I KNOW jo, engel… It is perfectly natural to look at others, to have…urges… Jo have REAL fantazies, I’m sure!”

“AAAH!”

“And even with only one eye… I can see jor mind, Engelchen. Oh yes… I KNOW ZINGS!”

Alsesta didn’t like where this were heading, but her body had decided this was bizarro night, and acted completely opposite to what she should feel and she became even more excited by Fransies words.

“I have seen jor eyes following my Bonchen when she walks over ze room… Ach, dem hips… Dem wide, pudgy, child-bearing hips… That’s jor trigger, isn’t it?”

“AH!”

“But jo have eyed others to… How about… hmm… Ah, yes! Mrs Rarity! Now THERE’s a mare! Ah, such grace, such elegance… She walks like an angel… But it is perhaps her horn that get’s jor engine going? Zat long, nice horn… Is zat what jo want?”

“F-f-fuck you…”

“Or is it perhaps ze idea of tight clothing? Zat PT of mine… ze Minotaur, Platinum Grace?”

“Don’t you d-dare…”

“Those yoga-pants she’s sporting? It’s like she is POURED into zem!”

“Just… Just let me cum… Please, Fransie…”

But Fransbrötchen did not falter, she leaned even closer to Alsestas ear and more or less hissed, “But why satisfy with that when jo have dem all three at once? Pixel Pizazz… engelchen.”

“AAH!”

“Oh yez...I have seen jo look at her, when she is assisting me at a shoot. Is zat jor preferred mare, Engelchen?”

Alsesta tried her hardest NOT to think about Pixel, all in vain. How Fransie knew she had no idea, but she had indeed been eying the young unicorn once or twice. Just to pass time, of course. Not once having any indecent thoughts about her. She was married, for Faust’s sake!

“Ah, it is! Zat young, confident smile...”

“Mmmmmm...”

“And her horn? Rather short, but also so thick at ze base…”

“Aaah…J-jerk”

“And of course those hips! Her wide, perfect, promising hips!”

“Fransie…I...I”

“Ah, how jo would love to feel those strong thighs around jo, or separate them, or tear down her undies with jor teeth… I have her number jo know… I can make her come her, ask her to wear those tight jeans she had last time we did that gig in Ponyville and ask her to pick up pins from ze floor. One by one, giving jo view after view after…”

“FRANSIE! SHUT YOUR FUCKING… OH CRAP! CRAP! OH CRAAAAaaaaaahpp… Oh Luna…”

Alsesta could hardly breathe and her forehead was covered in sweat. If the pillow wasn’t warm before… And of course, Fransie couldn’t shut up. “Did jo enjoy it, Engelchen?” Alsesta could only nod. “But jo know what’s better than an orgasm, Engelchen?”

She closed her eyes. She was almost worn out. “No…”

“Two orgasms.” Alsesta suddenly realised that Fransie hadn’t removed her hand and once again she began to stroke her. And suddenly, a new sensation arose. Fransie had placed nothing but two fingertips right on top of her flower and began to rapidly move them. Only to the left, strangely enough. All the warm feelings she thought had disappeared with her last orgasm suddenly returned full throttle, concentrated to one spot, and one spot alone. The effect was instant, it was as if her nethers were exploding and she cried right out, “FRANSIE! CRAP!”

“Oh…I have find myself a keeper then… Are jo perhaps ready to cum for me once more already, engelchen?”

“FRANSIE, CELESTIA'S TEATS I HATE YOU! I HATE YOOOOOOOO AAAAAHHHH!”

Alsestas body was shaking from the strongest orgasm she’d had in years. Now her whole pajama was covered in sweat and if she had to leave this bed and this mare in one hundred years it would still be to early. But that didn’t stop her from mobilizing her last powers and turn around to glare at her wife.

“Was ALL OF THIS really necessary?” Perhaps not as powerful as she would have preferred, but she had to put her foot down! Yes!

“Definitely! Jo came, did jo not?”

“Yes… Yes and thank you very much,” No reason to deny facts but…” But I’m not relaxed! I’m wide awake, so still, thank you for nothing!”

Fransie did her best Golden Hayn impression and bit her thumb in a mock-childish way. “Oooh… Sorry engelchen, my bad. It is me that gets tired from sex… “

Alsesta clould do nothing but look at her wife, dead-pan. “You.”

“Yes… And i feel very much pumped up and my brain is buzzing. I need to relax…right now… Oh, I need to relax SO BAD! if only somepony could come to my aid…” She lay herself on the side, presenting her whole body to Alsesta with a smirk. The moon shone into the room from the smallest window (We need to get a curtain for that one) and it made Fransie shimmer in the silver light. She sighed. There was no way she could tell Fransie how it felt to get some of your secrets thrown right in your face while being turned on up to eleven without getting really rude, and at the moment she were out of passable insults. And it was not like she wanted her to not do it again, it was just… surprising. She looked at her wife. Fransie had placed a finger on her navel and began to trace her way down in between her legs. Oh, well, I’m wide awake anyway…

“I’ll get die Kaiser.”

Author's Note

I regret nothing. And coffee is good.