Practice Makes Perfect

Fluttershy’s lips tasted like honey again. They sat on Twilight's bed, the afternoon sun falling across the both of them. Rather, Twilight was sitting on her bed--Fluttershy was straddling her lap, arms wrapped loosely around her shoulders as they kissed. Twilight’s caressed her friends back, feeling tension tightening the muscles there, muscles almost quivering in places.

The unicorn leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss and giving the pegasus a concerned look. “Are you okay? You feel pretty tense, Flutters,” she asked as her fingers dug in as best as they could to work out some of the tightness. Fluttershy let out an unhappy little whimper and slumped against Twilight with a sigh.

“No…” she said quietly. She glanced at the door, as if checking that it was, indeed, locked. “I just...I don’t know what to do, Twi. You know what's going on with that photographer, Photo Finish, who came to see Rarity? You saw what happened. She’s been pushing me into modeling, and taking so many pictures…”

Twilight nodded, stroking Fluttershy’s hair for a moment. “And you don’t like being looked at,” she murmured. “And you don’t want to hurt Rarity’s chances with her?”

She felt Fluttershy nod and whimper again. “I can talk to her if you want…” Twilight started to suggest, but the pegasus leaned back and cut her off with a shake of her head.

“No! I can’t, Twilight! I d-don’t like it, but I can deal with it. Besides…” She paused and blushed softly. “The past couple of weeks...I guess I don’t mind...” She trailed off and smiled, her hand gliding down Twilight's arm until she could give her hand a squeeze. “...Can you close your eyes?” she asked quietly.

Twilight chuckled but did so with a smile. She could feel as Fluttershy shifted slightly. Her ears twitched at the sound of cloth sliding against skin, but she didn’t have a chance to question it before the pegasus found her hand again and gave it another squeeze.

“Y-you can open them now.”

For a split second, Twilight wasn’t sure what she was seeing. It took that long for her brain to process that the sounds she’d heard had been her friend removing her shirt and bra, leaving herself topless. A small part of her noted just how far down the flush of pink in her cheeks went. It almost matched the color of the pegasus nipples.

Twilight knew, on some level, that she was staring at her friend's half-naked form. She wanted to quote poetry. To cite sonnets. To write a new definition of beauty for the dictionary.

“...Wow.” she said.

It just made Fluttershy blush a little harder and giggle. “I...the past few weeks, after...um. Well I don’t mind...you seeing me,” she said as she lifted Twilight's hand. “...Or...touching me…” she added with a little squeak in her voice at the end.

Twilight could feel her own heart hammering in her chest abruptly. Her hand only shook a little as she reached up to palm one of Fluttershy’s breasts. It filled her hand and then some, and she couldn’t help but to give a little squeeze, eliciting a breath from the pegasus.

“...Just a second!” Twilight said, breathing hard. It took her a moment to assemble her thoughts into something coherent, but when she did, her fingers began to pluck at the buttons of her own shirt.

“Oh, you don’t have--” Fluttershy began, only to pause as Twilight's horn lit, and her shirt disappeared in a flash of light, reappearing two feet to the left. “...I didn’t know you could do that…”

“Neither did I!” Twilight said with a giggle. She made a mental note to find out where her bra had gone later--it hadn’t reappeared with the shirt. “But I wanted it out of the way. So we could...do this properly. It’s only fair if I get to look...so do you.” She smiled up at her friend, who bit her lip and nodded.

Their hands began to roam once more, accompanied by eyes. Neither made any mention that this had nothing to do with “kissing practice”, too busy exploring the other. Fingertips brushed over soft skin, caressing and squeezing. Twilight paused as she found a little raised ridge, pulling Fluttershy’s breast up a little to see a small scar on the underside of a breast. “What happened here?” she asked curiously.

Fluttershy sighed. “Oh, I was trying to give Mr. Ferret his ear-drops last month when Harry came by. He was in a mood, and may have let out a teeny tiny roar, which frightened Mr. Ferret. Mr. Ferret…” she winced. “Has very sharp teeth and tends to bite when he’s frightened.”

Twilight hissed in sympathy and leaned back, pulling one of her own breasts up. “I dunno if it’s still visible, but…” She pulled Fluttershy’s hand to the base of it. “Feel that?” she asked. The pegasus nodded as her fingertips ran over a thin line. “I was doing an experiment when an erlenmeyer flask discharged its contents. The resulting thaumically-infused current grounded itself through me, which was deeply unpleasant. Doubly so when I remembered I was wearing an underwire bra, which had just been heated pretty thoroughly. Fortunately I only got some mild burns, except for right there, where the wire had worn through and was pressing against my skin,” she explained.

Fluttershy winced and shook her head. “Ow! I can imagine.” She paused and got a mischievous look on her face that Twilight had only seen once or twice before--and only in her friend’s own home. “Want me to...kiss it and make it better?” the pegasus asked, already starting to lean down.

Twilight’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t say anything. Not before she could feel lips pressed against her skin, sending her heart racing. The pegasus shifted up, pressing a second kiss a little higher, just below her nipple. “Fluttershy…” Twilight whispered. She could feel her fingers trembling as they moved up the pegasus’ side. Fluttershy moved up, her lips touching Twilight’s again, though only briefly. The unicorn broke the kiss, breathing harder, and blurted out, “I don’t want to practice anymore!”

Fluttershy jerked back, wide eyed, looking shocked. “W-what?” she whispered, sounding hurt.

Twilight shook her head, grabbing for the pegasus hand quickly. “T-that's not--I, I’m sorry, that came out wrong, I mean--I don’t...I don’t want this to be practice. This is...more than practice,” she babbled. “I-I really like this and I like spending time with you, even when we’re not kissing not that the kissing isn’t amazing because it is it really is you’re so good at it it makes me feel so strange but it doesn’t feel like just practicing and if I’m being honest it hasn’t for awhile, I just, I really like you and I’m so bad at this!”

Twilight finally stopped. Not because she’d run out of things to ramble about--she could have kept that going for another twenty-eight point seven minutes without any issues other than lung capacity. It was, however, hard to keep talking when your lips were busy being pressed against a pretty mare’s.

Fluttershy broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against Twilight's, just under the horn. “You really feel that way?” she whispered.

Twilight smiled despite her blush. “...Yeah. You’re a lot of fun. And really pretty. And I like just...being with you,” she said.

Fluttershy smiled. “I feel the same way,” she said, leaning back. She brought Twilight's hand up, pressing a kiss against the back of it as they looked at one another in the silence. “...Do you want to come over again tomorrow?” she asked, and Twilight could tell, from the tone of her voice, that it wasn’t just another sleepover. Even one as fun as theirs.