Truth-telling Lies

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Written by: Oneimare

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Love

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“Hello again.”

“Oh, Miss Dash!” Teleta greeted the pegasus, jovial as ever; abandoning her task of sorting letters, she flittered to her. “How did the inspection go?”

Confiscating the stuff you’re prohibited to have from your disgusting stinking hole in the dirt. Being teased by the hottest mare around without her even realising it.

“Awesome. Your room was the cleanest, as always.” Rainbow then hooked her hoof over the changeling’s shoulder, startling her—I better get used to how it feels now—and looked around, making sure Derpy stayed out of the earshot. “And since you’re doing so well, it’s time for you to move on to the next level.”

Teleta’s eyes lit up and she beamed at Rainbow, who mirrored her expression.

“Really?”

For a master of deception, she is so gullible, that’s almost not funny.

“As your…”—Rainbow twirled her hoof in the air—“...teacher, I’m sure of it. You’re ready for lessons in advanced friendship.”

Teleta clopped her hooves, staring at the pegasus expectantly and with devotion. ”What is going to be my first lesson?”

The question caught Rainbow off guard, but she didn’t show it. Even better, she’s basically playing along.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” the pegasus nickered with a wink. “Come to my place after your shift.”

A shadow of uncertainty glimpsed in Teleta’s eyes.

“What about the ‘curfew’?”

“Twilight says there is no such a thing,” Rainbow dismissed her worry with a smile. “My invitation is a good enough reason to be on the streets after the sunset, isn’t it?”

After a heartbeat of consideration, Teleta nodded energetically.

Too easy.

Rainbow emerged back into the room, offering one of the steaming mugs to Teleta. The changeling immediately clutched it—lacking a plumage, she had a hard time fighting off the cold so high in the autumn sky with the Sun had almost set.

The pegasus then took place by her guest on the couch, their sides nearly brushing, and took a sip of the tea.

Impatient, Teleta shifted and then tried to sate her curiosity, “So, what’s the lesson going to be about?”

Burning her lips and tongue, Rainbow took a longer draught of her drink. Finally, she gave an answer, “Close interpony relations.”

Smooth, Rainbow, very smooth.

A blanket of thick silence settled on the shoulders of the two mares. Whilst Rainbow pretended to enjoy the bitter brown liquid, Teleta nervously glanced around till she gave up and timidly whickered, “Um… what am I supposed to do?”

Donning her best poker face, the pegasus nonchalantly explained, “Well, it’s about close relations, so you have to take the form of somepony close to me, like, I dunno... Twilight Sparkle.”

Teleta turned into a statue—metaphorical.

“But-but you told me… the rules… by Miss Sparkle herself…” she stammered, staring at Rainbow in utter confusion, her words mixing with the clicks of her native language.

Though it suddenly became much harder, Rainbow kept her cool, noting, “It’s only for the lesson.”

“I-I’m not really sure…”

“Teleta,” Rainbow began, scooting closer to her, “Twilight herself appointed you to be my student—she knows what she’s doing. And if she gave this task to me she knows what I’m doing, too.”

I can’t even start to imagine what would happen if Twilight learns what I’m doing.

The changeling said nothing, nor did she turn into the lavender unicorn; Rainbow had prepared for such a turn of events.

“I was supposed to give you this only after the lesson.” Her hoof slid betwixt the cushions to produce the iridescent crystal sphere to cast its enticing pink glow on the two mares. “But, you know…”

Teleta’s eyes instantly fixed the orb. She then averted her hungry gaze and brilliant viridian flames engulfed her gaunt frame.

Rainbow barely held herself back from gaping at the pony sitting by her side. I can’t tell the difference—not until I take a closer look.

“What should I do now?” the changeling asked in a voice borrowed—also hollow.

Yes, what now? Rainbow had to admit to herself she hadn’t planned that far. Should I just give her the gem and do whatever I want, like they say it works with the other changelings? But she isn’t like the other ones… Does she even know what’s going on now?

“Now we try to interact like you are Twilight, my very close friend,” Rainbow suggested, trying to sound confident in her own idea.

Teleta remained unmoving, save for tiny trembles that rocked her stolen body.

Their eyes locked and the contact lasted longer than necessary; as the tension became almost palpable, Rainbow suddenly leaned in to nuzzle the changeling. Startled, Teleta jerked back but then carefully returned the gesture.

Almost never indulging in such kinds of interactions, Rainbow couldn’t tell if that was how Twilight’s coat should feel; she basked in its silkiness anyway. The velvet fur bore no residing scent of lavender shampoo and old books—but this time she could touch it.

As Rainbow continued to rub her muzzle against Teleta’s cheek—far longer than any friend would do—the changeling remained stiff, weakly moving her head in a half-hearted attempt to repeat the pegasus’ affection.

She didn’t resist when Rainbow advanced—grinning deviously, embraced the slightly shivering mare in her wings. Shifting her head upwards, the pegasus reached for the tilted ear to nip on it; the following gasp didn’t stop her, however—sensitive skin on Teleta’s neck fell victim to her lips and teeth next.

Her motions rigid, the changeling embraced the blue mare with hooves that didn’t belong to her as Rainbow continued to carefully nibble Teleta’s neck till she reached the rapidly rising and falling chest. Her tongue traced her path back, eliciting another shuddered gasp—and a low moan.

Half-lidded eyes and those brimming with hunger interlocked. The panting breaths mixed for a heartbeat before the craving mouths, too, locked together.

As the mares’ tongues danced a fierce tango, Rainbow patience died in its flames. She pushed Teleta onto the couch only to loom over her; a panicked expression flashed in the uni… changeling’s eyes, but the wings encasing her in tight embrace banished that uncertainty—Teleta returned it with her hooves, more steadily this time.

Their lips met once again, now accompanied by a soft moan coming from Twilight’s doppelganger. Smirking without breaking the liplock, Rainbow gently pressed her knee to the disguised changeling’s nethers. The grasp of hooves holding her turned into a firm grip.

Breaking the kiss to the Teleta’s disappointment—a dissatisfied purr—the pegasus rocked back and forth, so their pressed together bodies rubbed; then she let herself keep sliding down till her muzzle rested above the soft mounds of the changeling’s teats—impatient to proceed further down, Rainbow nevertheless couldn’t deny them fair treatment.

Her muzzle traced the smooth skin, starting from the outer edge and stopping only when she reached the top to give the nipples a mild pinch, followed by a few moments of sucking. The mare beneath her squirmed, cooing in satisfaction.

Leaving a string of saliva hanging in the air, Rainbow finally reached her destination—the glistening beauty of Twilight Sparkle’s marehood.

But a split hair separated Rainbow’s lips from touching the changeling’s; she breathed deeply, drinking in the thick aroma of arousal and exhaled through her mouth to produce a shudder from Teleta. With that, the pegasus’ newly found patience evaporated and the tip of her tongue pressed to the wet folds, spreading them.

Teleta arched her back and uttered a muffled groan as she bit into the pillow.

Without a pause, Rainbow slowly slid her tongue up, replacing the sweet juices with her saliva and before long she reached the focal point of Teleta’s pleasure—readily revealing itself with a playful wink. She flicked that swelled bundle of nerves, making the mare moan even louder, and then, giving her not a moment of respite, gently nipped it with her lips. The changeling arched her back even further and rolled her eyes; by that moment she was unable to produce any more moans—only to gasp for air.

Rainbow went on and on, caressing the junction of Teleta’s thighs, varying betwixt lapping on the pool of moisture and diving in it in attempts to reach as deeply as possible. Nor did she spare the glistening crowning jewel, hiding in the folds and showing itself on its own volition; licked and nipped, kissed or simply avoided with an intent of building the desire—each self-willed emergence granted a wave of pleasure to its master.

Gentle and rough, the pegasus unleashed months of pent-up want on Teleta’s most private parts in a ceaseless onslaught, holding the twitching lavender legs fast in their place, pressed firmly to the sofa.

Engrossed in her siege, the blue mare failed to notice the body in her clutches moving up till it suddenly escaped and two hooves pressed into her shoulders, pushing her back into the position their owner was in moments before. To make Rainbow more cooperative, Teleta all but kissed the pegasus’ ear, whispering in a sultry hoarse voice, “Let me…”

And with that came Rainbow’s turn to moan into the pillows.

Though Teleta couldn’t copy the assertiveness of her partner, the pegasus soon discovered that her tongue featured inequine length and flexibility—the true nature of the deeply enjoyed qualities incinerated by the heat of the moment. Writhing, it studied the furthest corners of Rainbow’s inner world; it didn’t stay inside her only—the agile thin muscle more than once coiled itself around the pink pearl, squeezing and twisting it in its hot, wet and tight grasp.

Yelling and moaning loudly, Rainbow eagerly reacted to every motion; strangely enough, as the action grew more intense, the more coherent the sounds leaving the pegasus lips had become. Staring as curt encouraging comments, they rang more frequently, interspersed with yelps of pleasure, till she sharply moaned:

“Oh, Twilight, I love you!”

Her back arched in sheer ecstasy as she revelled in the dream; to her dismay, Twilight didn’t just pause, she fully retracted her wondrous tongue and removed her muzzle from betwixt Rainbow’s legs.

Yet she waited, imagining magic or hooves would replace the unicorn’s mouth—instead, drops fell on her crotch.

Is she drooling on me?

The pegasus rose on her elbow to take a look.

Tears dripped from the changeling’s chin.

Their eyes met—the puzzled magenta and pained green ones.

Before Rainbow could say or do anything, a ball of jade fire hurdled itself from the couch at the door.