"Now, as you all know," Twilight Sparkle said, "I've called you all here for a very important reason."
"I actually didn't know that, but I came along because I thought there might be cookies," Pinkie Pie said, smiling.
Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. 'Here' was in fact her bedroom, and 'you all' were the five of her best friends she could always rely on in times of crisis. Certainly this qualified, or nothing else did. Ahem.
Sunset Shimmer, for unspecified reasons, couldn't be with them today. Possibly she was somewhere else doing something important. What mystery!
"Whadda you need all of us for anyway?" Rainbow Dash asked. She was leaned up against one of Twilight's many bookcases, one foot behind her back, chewing a piece of bubblegum and popping it loudly between her sentences. "I have generic sport practice in like... an hour, or something. I dunno. Does anyone have a watch?"
"I have an Overwatch!" Pinkie shouted helpfully. "But it's not very useful unless you're shooting someone."
"Now that you mention it..."
"Girls!" Twilight yelled. Her glasses rattled and dangled on her nose precariously, and she adjusted them with a deep breathe, collecting herself through the inevitable chaos that came in one part pink and one part blue.
Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash shared a look of mutual guilt, and both smiled sheepishly at Twilight.
"Thank you," Twilight said. She cleared her throat loudly, and let an inordinate amount of silence pass before her next words. Everyone present could feel the tension in the air, but Twilight was the only one with permission to cut it.
Fluttershy coughed meekly into her hand, then looked quickly away at the floor when Twilight stared in her direction.
When even longer passed without Twilight saying anything, Applejack sighed loudly and began tapping her foot against the ground.
"Come on, Twi," she said, her mouth knotted into a half-frown. "Are y'all gonna tell us what you brought us here for or not? Not tryin' to be impatient or nothin', but..."
"It could be she's having trouble with the subject, dear," Rarity interjected, raising a hand and making sure Applejack paused her approach, both physical and verbal. "Really, just give her a moment..."
"We gave her all kinds' a moments already. I got work to do!"
"What kind of work, darling?"
Applejack scratched her head.
"Well, uh... you know. Work, kind of work. Work work?"
"I see."
"Alright, fine. Everyone, I'm ready to tell you what I asked you here for."
"Finally," Rainbow Dash muttered under her breath. Twilight noticed, but forced herself to pay no visible attention.
"Everyone," Twilight said, taking in a deep breath and holding it in her chest. "How do you... masturbate?"
There. She'd said it. Now all that was left was to burst into flame from sheer embarrassment.
The reactions across the group were mixed. Everyone seemed sympathetic, but Fluttershy's meek grin was worlds apart from Rainbow dash's mischievous smirk, or Pinkie Pie's eyes going wide that suggested about a hundred light-bulbs had gone off in her head at once. Rarity and Applejack were at least similar, an earnest 'oh, dear' sort of sympathetic smile. They both stepped forward to pat her on the shoulders, and Applejack ran her hand up and down Twilight's back, rubbing in a soothing motion with just enough pressure to relieve the tension she was holding in her muscles.
Twilight's head sunk, and she sighed deeply. The weight off her chest was nothing compared to the new one on her head.
"Aw, Twilight, that ain't nothin' to be ashamed of," Applejack said. "Everyone's gotta learn how to do it eventually, and if you never had anyone to, uh, show you the ropes..."
"What I like to do," Pinkie Pie said, appearing suddenly in front of Twilight and nudging Applejack out of the way to have room for her illustration. "Is take a big pillow or stuffy—ooh, like the Mr. Brown Bear I keep in my bed!—I put on some nice music, sit on top with Mr. Brown Bear between my legs, and then go to town just, grinding back and forth and clenching my legs together and—"
"Pinkie! You must start things slowly, dear," Rarity interrupted. "Poor Twilight might not even understand how to best touch her own body. Surely that's something it's best not to swallow all at once."
"I didn't say anything about swallowing," Pinkie said with a confused head-tilt. "Although, I guess if I was lying on my back, and I got really excited, I could open my mouth and aim right for my face when I came, and if I squirted really hard—"
"Come on, Pinkie, that's lame." Rainbow Dash had popped up on Twilight's other side, and nudged Rarity out of the way the same Pinkie had done to AJ. Two angels on her shoulders replaced with two devils. "What you really wanna do is find some good porn. You know, some really nasty stuff. I like ones where the guy is choking her really hard, so hard she can barely breathe, and her voice gets all squeaky... Shit, I feel like I'm getting wet just talking about it..."
Twilight felt like she was sitting at the center of five independent cyclones, each struggling to tear her apart in its own direction. She wondered if her face was more red than lilac. Her cheeks felt like lava.
Fluttershy, mercilessly, had remained standing by a bookcase, and so far had said nothing. Twilight looked up to her with a 'help-me' gaze, and Fluttershy gave her a sympathetic nod in return.
"I think when it comes to... that," Fluttershy said, moving from the bookcase and kneeling down beside Twilight at the foot of the bed, "the most important thing for anyone is figuring out what they like. What feels good, and what feels bad."
Fluttershy smiled up at Twilight and put a hand on her leg, which drew a nervous twitch.
"Twilight," Fluttershy said, "do you have any experience, um... you know. Touching... yourself? Down there? Or... anywhere?"
Twilight was mute. She simply hung and shook her head.
"Oh my," Fluttershy said.
Everyone came in for a group hug. It seemed the thing to do.
Twilight sniffled a little, though she hadn't begun to cry in earnest. She simply felt overwhelmed—by her confession, her friends reception, and all the details she was already trying to make notes of in her mind. Something about a stuffy and not being able to breathe? It sounded very complicated so far...
When the group hug finished, Fluttershy was back at Twilight's bed with a sympathetic smile.
"We're here to help, Twilight. That's why you came to us."
"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said. "You can always count on your friends, no matter what!"
"Y'all sound like one o' them Japanese cartoons or somethin'."
"Ooh, my favorite's Berserk!" Pinkie chimed in. "It's so colorful... and funny!"
"Can we get back to the subject at hand, dears?" Rarity asked. She leaned down on Twilight's other side, taking her place back from Rainbow Dash, and gave Twilight one more heartfelt hug. She even managed a small smile out of Twilight, who hadn't stopped blushing since her original question.
"What Fluttershy was sayin' is mostly right," Applejack said with a shrug. "If you ain't touched yerself before, you're gonna have a hard time knowing how to, uh... get yer gussy goin, so to speak?"
"Get your what?" Rainbow Dash asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, nevermind. Whadda you call it then?" Applejack lowered her eyes and frowned at Dash.
Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"Cummin'. Or gettin' off. You know. Normal stuff."
"Ooh, ooh, flicking your bean!" Pinkie said, a hand shooting up like she was answering a question in class.
"It helps if you use a toy too," Rainbow Dash added with another nonchalant shrug. Applejack glared, but Rainbow Dash glared back at her. "What? It does! Sometimes."
"Every time for me!" Pinkie said, giggling. "Long ones, small ones, ones that squirt out stuff—ooh, whee, those are my favorites!—or ones that vibrate, or ones that really vibrate, or ones that look like a..."
"What about you, Fluttershy?" Dash asked. "You've gotta have a few too, right? I can tell. Right? Right?"
Fluttershy stared at the floor, but the small smile remained on her face, the knowing look of someone who has all the cards but isn't showing.
"Maybe," she said.
"I must confess I agree with Rainbow," Rarity said, suddenly interested in the conversation. "You do seem the type to have an accessory for the bedroom. Tell us. How many?"
Fluttershy raised her head, grinning.
"Oh, well, I guess I have one or two—"
"See," Rainbow Dash said. "I told you—"
"—dozen," she finished flatly.
"A-wha?" Rarity said, a question-noise that couldn't accurately be recorded with letters. This is our best attempt.
Fluttershy just grinned, not a hint of blush on her cheeks.
"Um," Twilight said meekly, still desperate for understanding but simultaneously in fear of what further answers might entail. "I don't suppose we could, maybe just start from the beginning. How do you, uh, start, exactly..."
"There are many ways to do the thing, really, Twilight," Rarity said, slipping a hand onto Twilight's shoulder and rubbing it affectionately. "Most often one finds oneself in bed, late at night, perhaps with thoughts wandering, or with nothing else to do... you can simply lie back on your sheets and let your hands wander over your body—naked, of course. You won't get much accomplished with clothes on."
"I kinda like leaving my clothes on," Pinkie Pie mused, looking down at her t-shirt and jean-shorts as though she were trying to see through them. "It's sorta hot when you get all messy and sticky, especially if somebody else might see you..."
"I feel like we're learning more about the way you masturbate than we need to know," Applejack said with a roll of her eyes. "Not that the honest isn't appreciated, I guess."
"One time I stayed in bed all day to see how many times I could make myself cum, and I got to thirty-two before my hand started cramping up. I drank a gallon of water and my room smelled like sex for two weeks after that. You guys kept giving me weird looks. Hee-hee!"
"I knew I smelled something!" Rainbow Dash said. She thrust her fist in the air triumphantly and grinned. "No one pulls one over on Rainbow 'Sex Expert' Dash!"
"If you're really a sex expert, why don't you give Twilight a real answer to her question, smarty?" Applejack asked.
"Fine, I will!" Rainbow Dash cleared her throat and adjusted her crop-top, which mostly just had the effect of smooshing her modestly-ample breasts into a slightly more noticeable position. Maybe that was intentional.
"To have an orgasm," Rainbow Dash said, professorial authority in her voice from nowhere (and shaking as a result), "you first have to, uh... make yourself feel... good."
"That's pretty nonspecific," Applejack said. "Wanna try again?"
"Uh... sure! So, by 'feel good', uh, I mean, like, touching yourself with your hands, like, on your boobs, or your, uh, pussy, or whatever... do you guys call it a pussy?"
The gang shrugged.
"Works for me," AJ said. "Bit of a 'cunt' girl myself, personally."
"There's no perfectly ladylike word to describe a work of bodily art, but 'womanhood' has crept up in our erotic readings lately, much to our amusement," Rarity said.
"I like pussy fine," Pinkie Pie said. "It kinda rolls off the tongue. Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Hee-hee!"
"I like getting pounded really hard in my dirty little fuckhole," Fluttershy said nonchalantly, as though she were reading off a list of ingredients for a cupcake. "And I just love it when they spit in my mouth... oh. That's not what we're talking about right now though. Is it?"
Everyone let their mouth hang open for what they felt was a suitable amount of time. Fluttershy's cheeks shared their first shade of red.
"I daresay we might be over-complicating things," Rarity said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips with an air of finality. "Perhaps it's time to simplify."
"Whadda you mean?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Obvious, Rainbow my dear. We're all friends here. Let's lose these clothes and put on a demonstration for Twilight, so she won't have to stumble through our clumsy attempts at instructing her."
"Masturbate in front of Twilight?" Rainbow Dash asked, her eyes wide1. "That sounds... kinda hot, actually."
"I've got lube if anyone needs some," Pinkie Pie said. She'd found a bean-bag chair out of nowhere and was already sprawled out in it, opening an equally mysteriously-appearing bag and pulling out the aforementioned lube, as well as an assortment of other goodies which looked like the last two shelves of the adult toy store and then some.
Fluttershy eyed one of the larger implements with a look that suggested she was well acquainted with the model on a personal level already—or that she wanted to get very familiar, very fast. She licked her lips and sidled up to Pinkie Pie to surreptitiously point at the long, black dong in question, which Pinkie Pie handed to her with a smile, and an extra-large packet of lube.
"We're really doin' this?" Applejack asked, looking disbelievingly around to her friends. Between dolling out sex-toys, Pinkie Pie had unzipped her jean-shorts and was already playing with her hand inside, ostensibly running her fingers of her panty-clad pussy—or just her pussy, if she wasn't the type to wear panties at all. With Pinkie, it was a bit of a 50-50.
Rainbow Dash was pulling off her crop-top, and then her sports-bra underneath. To be honest, her tits looked a whole lot bigger when they weren't being pressed down. Applejack caught herself staring, then looked away, trying also to hide the sudden redness in her cheeks by covering them with both hands.
Yep. It looked like they were really doing this.
"What should I do?" Twilight asked. She was in her room, on her bed, yet somehow felt incredibly out of control of reality, a somehow spectator in a parade her friends were about to put on for her benefit. Really, you couldn't ask for more to feel like a princess. "Should I... should I get naked too?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with, darling," Rarity said. She took off her shirt by pulling it over her head with both arms, then set it neatly at her feet. Her bra came next, though it was delayed by the complicated set of hooks on the back—but when it came loose, the reason for its size became evident as Rarity's sweater-puppies sprang into view—her luscious mammaries; her big, hanging jumbos. Twilight found herself staring, mouth agape, and corrected only her hanging jaw as she continued to stare.
Rarity grinned at her and held up one breast with each hand, squeezing them together like she was modelling for the cover of a magazine they weren't allowed to sell in the front of the convenience store. She even managed to raise one hand up, still squeezing her breast, bringing the nipple close to her mouth, and extending her tongue until just the tip ran over...
Twilight shivered. She'd just seen her friend lick her own nipple. And it made her feel... good? Warm? Maybe a little... wet?
What was this 'wet' everyone was going on about anyway?
When Twilight looked over to Fluttershy, she could see her getting ready for something that looked more intimidating than pleasant to Twilight. The thing must have been at least ten inches long, and Twilight was a good guess of size, though not for any reason related to the demonstration she was about to witness. It looked, in all honesty, a lot more like a horse's... cock, than a human's. That again wasn't from personal experience. Yet.
Fluttershy caught Twilight looking at her, but now that the environment was relaxed enough, and almost everyone present was completely naked anyway, she answered it with a smile instead of a 'what are you looking at' glare. She spread her legs extra wide to give Twilight a good and proper view of her pussy, which was dripping already in addition to the healthy dose of lube she'd slathered it up with. And the tip of the horse-cock dong she was about to take for a spin, the engorged, fleshy-looking head lined up just against the entrance to her slit.
Twilight stared at the head, transfixed, as Fluttershy pushed at the base of the cock and slid the tip inside her pussy. One moment there, the next moment gone. Just like that. A magic trick.
And Fluttershy was just getting started.
She held her grin to Twilight as she began to slowly shove the rest of the enormous thing inside herself. One inch, two inch—Twilight couldn't count them, as they began to vanish so rapidly—and then only the base that resembled a bulging set of balls, that Fluttershy was holding in her hand, and that too resting against her pussy, which had swallowed the whole thing up and still looked hungry for more. Fluttershy hadn't batted an eyelash. Though, once the whole thing was in, she did allow herself a tiny, satisfied-sounding grunt.
"Well," she asked, her face still in Twilight's direction, "what do you think?"
"I think my panties are getting really wet," Twilight said bluntly. She looked down between her legs and noticed a small wet patch already spreading onto her jeans. "Shit. I better take these off quick."
"Take 'em off and join us, sugar-cube," Applejack said. She and Rainbow Dash had taken some pillows from the bed and spread them out on the floor, each using them to prop up in a different way. Applejack was bent-over with her face to the floor, and had the pillows under her knees. Her hand reached down between her legs to play with her cunt while her other paid attention to her breasts, tweaking one nipple, then the other, pinching and twisting them occasionally, but never to hard, and making her yelp quietly and jerk her hips and make even wetter sloshing sounds with her fingers moving up and down her slit and back and forth over her clit. She remembered a vague semblance of educational purpose, but mostly couldn't believe how good it felt to play with herself in front of her friends. In front of an audience that you knew was loving and receptive... it felt like her hand was underneath a faucet. The schlicking sounds were loud enough for everyone else to hear. All the better.
Applejack took a moment to still her fingers and use them instead to pry open her pussy lips, aiming a view of her butt and cunt squarely at Twilight's bed. "See," she said, "you can use your fingers in lotsa ways. You can run 'em along the outside—" she demonstrated by tracing a single index finger down her dripping slit, and shivered as she collected enough moisture to drench her finger. "—or you can play with yer clit, which is this little thing up here. Best to be real gentle at first, until you know how much you can take—ahh, fuck!" Applejack's hips bucked forward against her own hand as she massaged her love-button in circles, already going as hard as she knew she liked, rubbing and mashing until she could feel her palm pressing against her pelvis. Fuck, she was already getting close...
"And... and you can also," Applejack said, set on completing her demonstration regardless of her increasing inability to speak coherently. "You can also... shove a finger or two... unh... inside yer hole... and really—unh—work 'em in there, like somebody fuckin' ya real good..."
Applejack did exactly that, starting with two fingers, then three, until her pussy was a sopping wet, finger-fucked mess, and her hand was dripping her girl-juice down onto the pillows she'd placed beneath her knees, which could be washed later, hopefully.
"Fuck," she said out loud, the word burning through her brain as well, the all-pervasive syllable that escaped whenever she was about to break through. "And... when it feels... really—unh!—good... that's when... you'll have..."
She couldn't finish. It hit her like a freight train, carrying a freight train, carrying a 3D-printed model of the Empire State Building made out of titanium. So, like, ouch. In a good way.
When Applejack came, she came buckets. She squirted like a fountain down between her legs, looked like she was pissing herself but wasn't, quite. Still, it was a lot to show your friend in one day. If Applejack hadn't been so busy cumming, she would have been embarrassed.
"Wow," Twilight said. She watched Applejack's fingers give a few final plunges before Applejack's leg-strength gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, her pussy cradled by the stack of pillows underneath. "So that was an... orgasm?"
"Yep!" Pinkie said, chiming just from behind Twilight, where she'd somehow appeared before jumping up onto the bed beside her. "Applejack's what we call a 'squirter', just means you probably oughta lay down a towel before you get started..."
"I've heard anyone can squirt if they try hard enough," Rainbow Dash said. She was nude but for a pair of boyish briefs that hugged her figure so tightly there was no mystery about anything underneath. The crotch was sporting a familiar wet-patch, showing that Dash's fingers had been busy over, if not underneath the fabric. "Is that true?"
Rarity shook her head. She'd picked out a set of nipple-clamps and a vibrating egg from Pinkie's stash and seemed rather delighted with her choices. "No, I don't believe it is, dear. There's something unique about the physiology... honestly, Twilight would know better, if we set her loose in the library with a research project to do..."
"I'd love to learn to do that," Twilight blurted, then covered her mouth as though she wasn't sure she'd even said what she'd been thinking. "I mean, uh... it looked... fun."
"It sure is," Applejack said. She picked herself up off the floor with her arms shaking, then turned to Twilight with a satisfied grin on her face. "And cumming ain't nothin' to shake a stick at in general either. You really oughta give it a try, Twi."
"That's what I'm trying to do," Twilight said with a huff. She gestured down to her bra and panties, the only pieces of clothing covering her on the bed.
Applejack shook her head. "Come on. That's barely gettin' started. Let's see those Twilight titties."
"Yeah, let's see the royal puss!" Rainbow Dash chimed in. "Royal puss! Royal puss!"
"Come on guys, give her a break!" Pinkie Pie popped up between the pair with a reprimanding smack on the shoulder. "Twilight's nervous. Aren't ya, Twi?"
"Well... I just feel like it would be easier if I had someone show me exactly what to do. I feel like it's hard with everyone just kind of, doing their own thing..."
"You want us to show you directly?" Rarity asked, leaning in closer to Twilight's bed. "I just want to make sure I have this clear."
"That's... sort of what I'd like. Um. Please," she finished lamely.
"No prob, Twi!" Rainbow Dash said. She sprung to Twilight's bed and sat next to her by the end. "That's what we're here for."
"Why don't we start by taking off the rest of those clothes—" Rarity tapped at Twilight's bra, then began to work apart the straps in the back. "—and just touching somewhere that feels good." Twilight's breasts sprung free, and Rarity smiled and put her hand on Twilight's. With as soft and reassuring a guidance as she could muster, she led Twilight's hand to her own breasts, and placed it gently across, her palm laid flat against her nipple.
Twilight gasped loudly, and her body jerked, mostly in the hips, which moved upwards against an invisible friction, already somehow subconsciously aware of what they wanted. Twilight's earlier estimation had been correct: her panties were soaked.
"Now, let's continue by moving our hand around." Rarity demonstrated with a soft, circling motion, her hand overtop of Twilight's, never pressing hard, but letting Twilight set the pace and strength, eventually settling for somewhere between 'delicate' and 'eager', as once she started really rubbing her nipples and occasionally even letting her fingertips trace over them, Twilight's hand began to move on autopilot, and her hips did much of the same. She even started to let out tiny girlish moans under her breath, ostensibly trying to hide them from her friends, but not managing to do so even a little bit successfully.
Rarity smiled, as did the rest of the group, each basking in the brand new sounds of someone exposed to their body's natural pleasure for the first time. Each voice was a signature in that way, a telephone message that always ran in its own mix of distorted pitches and fluctuating interference. It was a perverse beauty, a flower wrapped around its own stem.
Suddenly everyone had gathered around the bed, and Rarity was the orchestra leader, the maestro with her hand on the pulse of the rhythm of the performance. Naturally, she could handle herself... though four sets of eyes plus Twilight's trained on her every move added a little extra stress to the situation...
"Now," Rarity said, her voice shaking only slightly, just her eyes giving away the tinge of her nervousness. Normally she would never have repeated herself so close-together either. Lust and performance anxiety could create a powerful concoction of confusion. "Um... what was it I just mentioned again?"
"You were talking about Twilight rubbing her titties!" Pinkie said helpfully, her own luscious pair bouncing on her chest as she jumped up.
"You can pinch your nipples too, it feels pretty good if you're into that kinda rough stuff," Dash added, demonstrating by taking her right nipple in her hand and tweaking it until she groaned and released in a single motion, her voice tingling with the hint of pain that her fingers left behind.
"Don't forget about touching your pussy either," Pinkie Pie said. "That's the best part!"
"I think Rarity's gettin' to that, hun'. One step at a time."
"No," Twilight said, shaking her head. "I'm ready for... I wanna learn everything. Teach me." She looked up at Rarity with wide, innocent eyes, sparkling pools under a sky of stars.
"Well," Rarity said, honestly a little overwhelmed at how quickly the situation had accelerated in her direction. "There isn't much to it, really... Maybe, just, move your hand further down, and, let yourself sort of do what feels natural..."
"Let me show her," Rainbow Dash said, shoving her friends out of the way and spreading her legs for Twilight to inspect, which she did with her eyes still wide and her mouth hanging open.
Dash ran a hand over her slit and suppressed the groan that came with her own touch. "What you wanna do is either stick your fingers in like this—" she demonstrated by stretching out her index and middle finger at length, showing them off to Twilight, and then shoving them right inside her pussy, both buried up to the knuckle in the blink of an eye.
Twilight looked dumbfounded, as though she'd just learned an entirely new branch of magic had managed to exist under her nose unawares for her entire life.
Dash grunted as she slid her fingers in and out of her cunt.
"You kinda wanna build up a rhythm," she said, gritting her teeth and jacking her hand back and forth, making sloshing sounds as it plunged in and out of her wet pussy. "It feels—ungh—kinda like a guy's dick, if you do it right, maybe even—ungh, a little better..."
"Don't forget the clit!" Pinkie Pie shouted, bouncing on the bed and shaking her mound of melons. "The clit, the clit, the clit is it!" she sang, giggling and shaking the bed further.
"We're getting to that Pinkie, hold yer horses," Applejack said.
"Maybe I could help with that. Um. If you don't mind," Fluttershy said.
The group stared as the normally shy girl got up on the bed and laid down next to Dash, who was still going at her own pussy frantically with both fingers, and seemed to be considering adding a third as well, from the impassioned sound of her groans and the subtle thrusts of her hips.
Just like Dash, Fluttershy spread her legs wide, but this time, used one hand to part the soft fold of skin overtop the tiny button above her soaking entrance.
"This is your clit," she said, pointing simply to the nub of flesh. "It's really sensitive, so you shouldn't give it too much attention all at once. Sort of like a baby bird." Fluttershy moved her other hand down between her legs, gathered up a bit of moisture from her dripping pussy lips, and began to run two fingers in circles around her clit. Immediately her voice began to quiver and fill with moans, with as much or more difficulty than Dash had shown giving instruction while demonstrating on her own dripping sex. Fluttershy bit her tongue and tried to concentrate. Do it for Twilight.
That was Rarity's cue to take over again. Her hand was still over of Twilight's, guiding between her breast and nipples. It was easy to move it down further, across Twilight's stomach, giving her the first taste of her own fingers moving across her most sensitive spots...
"Ahhh!"
Twilight shouted like she'd been struck by lightning the second Rarity's guiding hand moved over her clit. The sensation and pressure insider her that came on suddenly were intense, like her whole body had been lit on fire just from the tingle of someone's fingertips—her own, with Rarity's on top, as a matter of fact. Had this been right between her legs the entire time and she'd somehow gone without seeing it?
"Go ahead," Rarity said soothingly into Twilight's ear. "Do whatever feels good."
Twilight went to town on her clit. Now that she'd been given permission, full permission to do whatever she wanted, she wanted to have as many more of those electric tingles as possible. She wanted to roll her eyes in her head and toss her head back and moan like Fluttershy was doing, though Twilight had no urge to muffle her moans with her hoof like 'Shy did. Dash wasn't as vocal, but her range was more consistent, a steady stream of grunts and 'fuck yes's under her breath as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her dripping hole. Twilight would certainly need to do a load of laundry later, no matter the rest of the night's events.
'A handshake with the devil', a phrase apropos of nothing, sprang into Twilight's head. She pondered it for a second, but the next, was unable to remember she'd even been thinking about it.
Her clit felt swollen and sensitive. When she pressed her palm against it, flat, her hips jerked forward of their own accord, and the moan that leapt out of her throat sounded like it had come from someone else—but no, that was her, her own sex noise, the first of a buried treasure trove that was waiting to be unearthed. Twilight pressed her hand down hard and ground her hips against it, and her clit sent invisible, electric fingers straight to her nipples. She felt her mouth welling up with saliva, and a good amount of it leaking out the corner of her mouth, her tongue occasionally lolling as well, making her look she'd gone stupid in a second just from the sensation of playing with herself.
No one else needed an invitation. They all joined in, and soon Twilight's bedroom was a swirling torrent of sex-noises, sloshing and moaning and the bed creaking and shaking as six sets of hips rocked up and down on top. If Twilight's family was home, they were going to have questions about her 'slumber party' in the morning.
But no one seemed to be thinking about that at the moment. Or thinking at all.
Twilight felt it coming like a freight-train in the distance. She could see the bright light cresting over the horizon, realize she was suddenly on the tracks but couldn't move. Her feet felt like they were glued to the ground, and time was passing in chunks and bursts instead of its normal, steady flow. One second would stretch out forever like it was being stretched into a black hole, then snap together and fling her minutes forward, the train only inches from her face before she felt it turn her body to vapor.
It was a little like that, the sensation: of being exploded into clouds. Twilight felt like she could write a poem about it, perhaps an entire book series.
She didn't know what to say, so she just yelled. Her voice went hoarse, and she wondered how porn stars managed to keep their timbres so limber. Maybe that came with practice.
Twilight came too. For her first time.
All her friends were there to see it. And they each joined in with their own chorus, like a birthday wish, adding an additional verse for everyone who remembered a little bit from a different direction. Pinkie's voice was high and squeaky, Applejack and Dash fought somewhere in the middle with tomboy tones, and Rarity went hysterical, as she was wont to do, practically drowning out everyone else. Fluttershy went oddly quiet, and bit her lower lip in a silent scream, shaking the bed as hard as anyone and moving her hand like a blur in circles over her clit.
When everyone had finished, the room still rang of the sounds of their moaning, and reeked of sex and sweat besides.
Twilight lay on the bed next to her naked friends, panting, eyes wide to the ceiling.
She'd done it. She'd made herself 'cum' for the first time.
"Alright," Twilight said. She sat up and took a deep breath, her naked, sweaty chest rising slowly, then falling as she exhaled and opened her eyes. "Who's ready for round two?"
Everyone's hand went up, though some quicker than others.
Author's Note
1: With shock, presumably - Ed.
