One of Those Mornings
3. The Epilogue After the Morning After
Previous ChapterMorning sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating a very well-rested purple unicorn. Eyes still closed, Twilight Sparkle mumbled to herself as she stirred, one foreleg reaching to push away the too-warm bedsheets. But the weight across her torso wasn’t bedsheets. It was another mare’s leg.
Twilight’s eyes snapped open. Stripes—there were stripes on that leg. Twilight’s gaze followed the leg over to the equally stripey body, and the familiar face resting on the pillow next to her. Zecora was in Twilight’s bed, sound asleep.
Twilight sighed, then tried to scoot away. She moved slowly, as quietly as possible—since her smooth, rubbery body would certainly squeak if she made any sudden movements. The bedsheets draped over Twilight’s rear, but they couldn’t obscure the size of her curves. Her rump was huge and bulbous, twice as wide as her torso, and then some. Speaking of her rump—as Twilight scooted, she felt something funny down there, something long and hard wedged between her cheeks and just below her tail.
Suddenly, that black hoof gripped Twilight’s shoulder and held tight. Eyes still shut and mumbling to herself, Zecora rolled over on top of Twilight, pinning the rubbery unicorn beneath her belly. Twilight’s great rump jiggled and wobbled underneath, as Zecora went completely limp again. She rested her head atop Twilight’s, and mumbled something in her sleep. Twilight could only make out one word: “…mine…”
One of Zecora’s hind legs slipped over the edge of the bed. Her hoof landed right on the air compressor that just happened to be there, flicking the switch from Off to On. With a steady whirrrrrrrrrr, the compressor pumped air through the rubber hose—which was already inserted into the plug in Twilight’s rear. That huge rump began expanding even larger. Her belly ballooned as well, first out to the sides, and then up—slowly lifting the snoozing Zecora into the air.
Twilight sighed again, before smiling and surrendering to the oncoming inflation.
It was going to be another one of those mornings.
