Everything was still.
The air was cool, with only a listless breeze disturbing the stillness every now and then. The sky was clear, revealing every twinkling star that the cosmos had to offer. Everypony was either in bed or getting ready for bed…
Except for Sweet Pop.
Well, she was obediently lying in her bed like mom and dad had asked her to. And she’d really, really tried to sleep for at least an hour so far. But squeezing her eyes shut and counting sheep just wasn’t working anymore. It seemed like butterflies had taken up residence not only in her stomach, but in the rest of her body too. She could even feel some muscles that she didn’t know she had in between her legs doing whatever they wanted to do. It was almost like she was squeezing down on something that wasn’t there. And more than that, every time she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to lie in, it seemed that the feeling of tension down there only got stronger. It was almost like her tummy was tied in a knot that only got tighter the more she tried not to think about it.
Maybe she could have dealt with these things on their own, annoying as they were. But beyond butterflies and tummy troubles, it seemed like the room itself was on fire. Even with the window cracked open and the cool air gently brushing across her face, she still felt like she was sitting in the middle of an oven.
She’d abandoned her covers long ago after practically rolling them into a ball, but she still found herself squirming all over the place as the warmth continued to build. For some odd reason, she felt a strong compulsion to do that one thing she still didn’t have a name for other than ‘hoofing.’ Namely, that thing where she put her hoof between her legs and ground against it until everything felt really good; stuff got wet and she made weird noises, and then she sometimes got sleepy after it all. Usually she only wanted to do that when she was bored, or at certain kinds of sleepovers, but now she just wanted to sleep...or do that. Maybe it was linked to the tightness gathering in her stomach, almost like she was a wind-up toy.
Bzzzzt
The pegasus filly blinked, jumping a little as the sudden vibration shook her mattress. Whereas the light in the room had only been lit by a shaft or two of pale blue moonlight, her surroundings were now coated in a deep electric blue as her phone lit up in response to a text message alert. Yawning, Sweet Pop groped in its general direction until a hoof found the plastic phone on the other side of the bed. She slid it towards her, before turning onto her side and cradling it in a more comfortable position. Gingerly, she pressed the button to show the alert that had come through on the main screen:
Star <3 [10:02PM]
hey, u up?
Sweet’s wings fluttered as she felt a little surge of joy. She wasn’t alone in being unable to sleep, apparently—her best filly friend forever, Bubblegum Star, was having the same problem. This knowledge didn’t make her any more tired, but it did at least slightly increase the amount of pleasant warmth in her chest as she slid her hoof across the screen to unlock it.
yeah, she began typing back, hesitating for just a second after sending the message off before proceeding to clarify with another: can’t sleep. i feel kinda weird 2nite.
The seconds that followed as Bubblegum composed her reply seemed absurdly long. Sweet Pop soon found a free hoof gently caressing the silken yellow panties hugging her bottom that she always liked to wear to bed, the ones with the little pink bow up front. They were hugging tightly across her hips and pelvis, providing one of the only comforts she had left. She’d considered taking them off earlier, but the peace of mind they gave her couldn’t be ignored; after all, who could stop her when she was wearing her favorite undies? Well...other than herself, apparently. But maybe, she thought...she had the solution to her problems. She gently dragged her hoof lower: past her blank flank, across the fabric stretched over her thighs, towards her...
No, she told herself firmly, pulling her hoof away. You’re not gonna get these soaked. Do you really wanna wait ‘til after the next laundry load to wear them again?
To her relief, she didn’t have to answer her rhetorical question, because her phone updated to show her the long-awaited response:
Star <3 [10:04PM]
same. evrything’s super hot fr sum reason.
No way; the coincidence was kind of spooky. Sweet Pop’s eyelids drooped a little as she tapped in her reply: also same. u wanna talk about school or somethin?
Star <3 [10:05PM]
Y? i get enuff of that boring stuff during the day, lol.
The purple pegasus giggled quietly, but she supposed Star had a point; school sucked. But at the same time: well, what else do u wanna talk abt? i kinda need a distraction rn…
She could see the other filly in her mind’s eye clearly, her teal fur lit by blue light as each hoof probably hunted for and pecked every individual letter. Star’s strong suit never really had been texting; she was much better at doing funny voice impressions and calligraphy than touching letters on a flat surface.
Star <3 [10:06PM]
hm. how’s ur photo n camera stuff goin? didn’t u say u finally got the timer down?
Sweet Pop smiled to herself. Now this was something she could talk about all day. She’d only had the camera for a month, but it was so cool. She could zoom in pretty far, and it could hold hundreds of pictures, every single one much more crisp than anything her phone could capture. The timer function let her set it up and then run into frame to pose and take a photo of herself. And best of all, some weird magicy stuff allowed her to send photos directly from it to her phone. Bluehoof, was it? Something like that.
it’s going gr8! she typed, shifting around until she was lying on her stomach, and the phone lay flat on the mattress. Now she could more easily use both forehooves to compose her reply, as well as ignore the odd urge to engage in hoofing with much less effort. thx 4 the tips!
Star <3 [10:08PM]
awesum! u need a distraction rite? y not take some selfies or sumthin and show me ur face?
Sweet Pop frowned. She appreciated the suggestion, especially because she loved taking selfies, but: it’s 2 dark 2 get the right lighting tho…u’ll just c a dark screen!
Star <3 [10:08PM]
then turn on a lite, u butt! ur mom n dad sleep like rocks, yea?
no, ur a butt, Sweet fired back, holding back her laughter as best she could. The little quips were just classic Star.
Of course, Star was also the voice of reason, and her suggestion made perfect sense, which is why Sweet Pop disengaged from the screen and swung down from her bed. As she stumbled across the room, she heard her phone buzz from another message. She resolved not to turn back until she finally found the switch on...wherever it was on the wall that seemed currently to be the same color as the air. Sure, this currently black abyss was her room, and she knew it pretty well, but it felt like maybe she hadn’t gone far enough...wasn’t it supposed to be right here? Her hoof just kept running into more wall...maybe if she flapped her wings a bit and went higher?
Click
Judging by the sudden flood of brightness that assaulted the young pegasus’ eyes in the next half-second, she was correct in her intuition. It took a lot of concentration to not lose control of her hovering and fall to the ground in her sudden almost-blindness. Sweet Pop managed to instead land back on the floor before she opened her eyes from their instinctive squinting. The pale moonlight was now irrelevant, washed out by a brilliant white from above. The walls displayed their proper bubblegum-pink color, as did her bedside dresser. Everything was in place, as usual; duh. But where was her camera again…?
“Aha!”
Sweet Pop skipped over to the foot of her bed, where she found the rectangular object of her desire leaned up against one of the wooden supports. After scooping it up and making sure that it was charged, all it took was a hop, skip, and a jump before she was back to rolling around on top of the soft sheets once more. She tossed the camera lightly to the side before scooping her phone up to catch up on what she’d missed.
Star <3 [10:09PM]
how bout u show me ur butt?
For the briefest of moments, that inescapable warmth seemed to reassert itself, especially behind her cheeks. Her stomach did a weird swirl...before she laughed it off. She doubted Star was serious. In fact, her reply wasn’t serious either, but she sent it anyway, since that was the sort of game they usually played. u first!
Curiously, the little indicator that appeared when her friend was typing didn’t appear immediately. Nor did it appear after 30 seconds or so. Sweet Pop felt the heat begin to roast her cheeks again as she nibbled anxiously at one of her hooves. She was only released from her impatience by the sudden appearance of an image attachment. That was weird. Curiously, she reached out to poke the necessary area to open the attachment and see what she was dealing with.
“...o-oh.”
There was Bubblegum Star’s room. She knew it well, from the cool-green wallpaper with white trim, the always somewhat-messy bed that was in the frame, and the scattered movie-related paraphernalia. But her room wasn’t the focus. Front and center, in direct focus, attached to a bent-over filly was a butt. And not just any butt, but Star’s big, round, cyan butt, wrapped up tightly in panties that matched Sweet’s fur. She didn’t often look at her friend’s butt, but...now she couldn’t look away. The way it curved sent a tingle straight down towards that one spot between her legs. The sheer volume of Star’s butt, the way the fabric seemed just a little too small and clung even more tightly to those plump, soft cheeks, set her heart beating faster, and her hoof drifting down. Slowly, it traced around the very edges of her feel-good place, sending shivers across her body. Faint memories of ‘private time’ with Star danced through her mind in a montage of sights, smells, and tastes...
“N-no,” she eventually told herself, tearing her eyes away from the phone as she blindly swiped to close the attachment. Not now. She was trying to sleep (at least, theoretically). Looking at stuff like that wasn’t going to help her sleep, it just made her wings pop out and not go back in. She just had to respond and continue the conversation. But…what was a good response to that? How could she properly let her friend know that yes, her butt was nice, but she hadn’t actually been serious about the retort? Not that she disliked the way that picture made her bits feel funny, but...
Eventually, she just settled for the textual representation of the face she’d probably pulled when she first widened her eyes at the sight of such a shapely rear: o///O
The response was faster this time.
Star <3 [10:14PM]
lol cmon, u did ask to see it.
Sweet Pop hmphed, trying to close her wings again but still failing as the image of Star’s butt seemed to remain burned into her brain. She instead settled for a silent muzzle scrunch as she hurriedly tapped out her reply, using the motion of typing to distract herself from what she really wanted to do. i wasn’t serious tho! it’s gonna be even harder 2 sleep if u get me feeling hotter!
Star <3 [10:14PM]
okay, fine. sec.
[message removed]
Somehow, the disappearance of that lovely round rump made her even more frustrated. Before she even fully knew what she was typing or what she really wanted to say, she had a response tapped out and sent on its merry way: nooooo, i didn’t mean delete it! This wouldn’t even have been a concern if she’d saved it for later...but such smart moves didn’t easily come to a hormone-addled filly’s brain.
Star <3 [10:15PM]
oh? u want it back?
...did she? She couldn’t really deny it anymore; she definitely wasn’t going to sleep easy any time soon now. Her room was bright as day, the sleep fogging her brain was slowly retreating as she conversed with Star, and most of all, that inner flame was eating into every inch of her body. She was even starting to sweat a little. The more she recalled her friend’s curves, and thought about being able to just grab hold and squish them, knead them, just play with the warm, soft, supple flesh...the more she wanted to think about it. There was no chance she was actually going to sleep by now, nor could she go over to see Star to make her fantasy a reality. So...wasn’t a picture the best she was going to get? She could just look at it, and...do what came naturally.
...yea.
That was it. She’d taken the plunge. Sweet Pop didn’t know whether she should have felt guilty or relieved...but either way, she found one of her hooves wandering again, tracing across the spot where her cutie mark would be one day. Her breath picked up a little as one particular spot made her leg twitch, but in a good way. Star began typing again, seemingly taking her sweet time as Sweet Pop hung suspended in a single restless moment.
Star <3 [10:17PM]
ok. then show me urs >:3
Had she been asked to do that any other time, Sweet Pop might have hesitated. Maybe she would have at least tried weakly to argue against it, even if they weren’t strangers to each other’s butts. Lots of sleepovers spent wrestling under the covers had seen to that. But something about how her insides were slowly churning, how her hooves seemed to be gaining a mind of their own, and the growing damp spot between her legs persuaded her against argument. Although that last part did make her briefly consider a change of underwear...even if her current pair was one of the only things giving her the motivation to do anything besides sit there until exhaustion overwhelmed her inability to sleep.
...ok, gimme a min or 2.
With her intentions made clear, there was no turning back now. Sweet Pop stumbled to her hooves, wobbling slightly as the mattress sank beneath her weight. She grabbed the camera, noticing that her hooves were shaking a little, much like her breathing. They’d never done anything like this before. She’d never done anything like this before. It was one thing to look at butts in person, and do other fun stuff, but doing it with the help of cameras and phones...it was another world. Granted, they’d never really had reasons to do this before...but that didn’t make it any less special.
It took a minute or two to fiddle with the camera settings, but eventually, she found a good level of focus, and decided 10 seconds was a long enough timer to get in position. Experimentally, she placed the camera down and made sure it didn’t move too much when she bent down and stuck her butt in the air for the perfect framing. It didn’t move much, but she sure did. Her hips seemed to want to sway back and forth with a mind of their own, which sent her tail drifting side to side. She’d definitely have to lift it out of the way, else the butt picture would quickly become a tail picture.
With everything taken into account that she could bother to think of, Sweet Pop gingerly placed the camera down and hit the button. From there, she scrambled to get far enough away, almost tripping over her hooves in her haste. Just like she practiced, she bent over, arching her body into a perfect half-U shape as she left her plot dangling high in the air. The sheets were cool, but her face burned hotly as she raised her tail and held the position, waiting for the click that would release her. She knew she was alone, but...something about so lewdly sticking her rump up made her think that any second, a hoof would materialize to grab hold of it, or a tongue would come along to lick at her special place...more than that, she wished those things would happen. Even just once…
Click!
The pegasus didn’t even recognize the sound for a second, but then she remembered why exactly she had her legs spread and rear up high. Reluctantly, she stood back up, retrieved the camera, and then flopped onto her back, her head following behind and floomphing into a pillow. She felt her wings twitching beneath her, still stuck almost painfully open as she poked around for her phone. Once she found it, she went straight to the photo application; long ago she’d established an automatic sync between the camera’s storage and her phone, so she knew her picture would already be in there. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears, and her breathing was short and quick. But she was almost done now. She just had to make sure she hadn’t accidentally moved out of frame or anything like that. Butts or not, she still liked to do a good job with her photography. Now, what did she have here?
“...eep!”
It wasn’t that she hadn’t known what she was doing. But Sweet Pop still felt the need to cover her mouth with her free hoof as she gazed at her handiwork, her face turning redder by the second. She was just a little off frame, but that tended to happen with timer shots. What was still in frame was something to behold. In her opinion, her butt wasn’t as nice as Star’s...but it still looked soft and appealing, perfectly outlined by her bright yellow underwear. And there it was, ready to be played with; to be grabbed, smacked, squeezed. That’s what butts were for...well, besides sitting, of course.
Before she even realized it, the hoof covering her mouth had drifted down to the butt in question, and squeezed one of its cheeks. She gasped as the action caused her to shudder, and made little warm tingles appear at the tips of her hooves. Even though she knew it was her hoof, just staring at the picture and doing it herself felt so different. Almost like somepony else was with her…
Oh, right, somepony else. Star was still waiting for her.
After another second or two of gawking at her butt, Sweet Pop managed to gather the resolve to send the image. With clumsy hooves, she tapped back into the messaging app and began writing. Even as she typed, the thumbnail image displaying her panty-wrapped rear teased her, distracted her...even somehow excited her.
there. u have my butt. now gimme urs!
Instead of receiving the butt of legends, Sweet Pop instead found herself staring at yet another indicator that the next message was going to be a text one. Her brow furrowed as she did her best to stay focused. What was she typing now?!
Star <3 [10:22PM]
u sure i need to? u look wet enough already ;)
Did she? She knew that she probably looked like a lot of things, but was wet one of them? She figured she was probably damp at most. But against her better judgement, she decided to take another peek. Sure enough, right under her tail, there was a small patch of dampness. There was one there back in the real world too. In a way, Star was right; these messages were riling her up. Even as she stared at the screen, she couldn’t resist the temptation to reach down and feel right there. It made her wiggle and squirm when she touched the damp spot, which sent familiar feelings of pleasant tension dancing around her hindquarters.
But nonetheless, she still knew what she wanted. cmoooon! just send it :/
Star <3 [10:23PM]
alright, alright. just a bit~
Sweet Pop couldn’t wait “a bit” anymore. Her special place felt like it was burning. So did the rest of her, but that spot was the hottest. She knew only one thing would relieve that endlessly building pressure, that urge, that craving…but, while she had the chance, she could at least change out of her current panties. Things were about to get wet, and she didn’t want to see these cute yellow undies suffer the worst of it. So she hopped out of bed, doing her best to ignore her thumping heart as she fluttered over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She had plain white panties, red ones with pink hearts, blue-and-white striped ones, and—
“Oooohhh…”
Yes. Those were the perfect ones. She had to admit, she hadn’t really noticed before, but these panties matched her Star’s coat...and, if she remembered right, the earlier picture of her rump had shown off that her BFFF had been wearing panties that matched her coat. Sure, these teal ones were some of her favorites...but if there was any occasion to dirty them, it was now.
Satisfied enough with her reasoning, Sweet Pop slipped off the cute little yellow pair still dutifully clinging to her tush. They hit the ground with a little more weight than she expected, having already absorbed some of the...wet stuff down there. But as she picked them up and inspected them, they seemed like they’d dry enough if she left them hanging on something. So as she wiggled the other pair up her legs and onto her butt, she made sure to toss the old yellow ones on top of one of her bed posts for later wearing.
It was a little weird to admit, but as Sweet Pop finished tugging the new panties on and fluttered back to her bed, the coolness of the fresh undergarments made things just a little more bearable. Sure, they’d soon warm up against the seemingly unending flames radiating from down below...but it’d be nice while it lasted.
Now that she’d finally satisfied every other urge that she had, the pegasus filly decided it was high time she took care of the one she had left...the one that left her wings stuck stiffly open, only able to move up and down, but not quite fold back in no matter how hard she tried. Carefully, Sweet Pop slipped her hoof under her newest panties, and finally allowed herself the forbidden pleasure of hoofing.
“Mmmnnnnnh…” Sweet Pop moaned, her wings flapping as her spine arched. Her hoof ground firmly into her lower lips, which were definitely more wet than the small spot on her panties had indicated. Every time she pressed down, she was rewarded with an omnipresent warm glow and a slight release of tension. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as she pictured what she remembered of her BFFF’s butt. It was larger than life in her imagination, directly in front of her, tucked neatly under that long, flowing, candy-colored tail. If she tried hard enough, she could almost smell that little scent of mint that Star’s fur always had. As far as she was concerned...she wasn’t alone anymore. Star was there, hovering just above her, watching her groping around in her panties. She was watching every wiggle, every gasp, and every satisfied sigh. No doubt she was smirking, just waiting for a chance to dive in and help out…all she had to do was ask. ‘Please lick me there’ is all it would take. She could say that much even over the back-shiveringly good warmth that hoofing herself brought, couldn’t she? The payoff would be so worth it...
“P-pleeease—“
Bzzzzt
The illusion was shattered as the filly’s phone gave a short buzz. Well, she definitely wouldn’t have to imagine anymore, would she? That was even better. Making sure to keep up her stroking with one hoof, her other one opened the attachment. She didn’t want to lose all of her progress, so to speak...
“...!!!”
What stared back at her was not the rear end she’d been expecting. Instead, she saw all of Bubblegum Star’s body, sans butt, because she was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hind legs spread open. It looked like she had used a mirror to take the shot, since she was still holding her camera. Her lips were turned up in a slight smirk, and her eyebrows were raised as her eyes sparkled with a familiar hint of mischief, staring straight at the camera. But none of these details were out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that Star had more or less removed her panties, though they still dangled loosely from one of her legs. Sweet Pop had a perfect view of her special place, which glistened like a wet countertop. The lighting bounced cleanly off what was no doubt the same wet stuff that was soaking into her hoof more and more by the second. Unconsciously, Sweet licked her lips as a phantom taste joined the sensations bouncing around her body.
Star <3 [10:27PM]
sorry, not a butt. i’ll give u that later. but i thot u’d like this more~
Maybe it was just the feedback loop of ‘hoof herself, feel good, stare at Star’s privates, want to hoof more, repeat’, but Sweet Pop found it hard to disagree. Her hoof seemed like it would never get out from between her legs now; the silky, stretchy fabric of her panties was like a prison. Any attempts to wiggle her hoof out only led to her grazing the special little button that popped out every now and then, which sent her shivering and gasping in pleasure all over again. Sleep was no longer a consideration...now she just wanted to rub herself and dream of being with Star.
Star <3 [10:28PM]
mmmh...ur butt looks so good. i think i might just hoof myself to it…~
Even among the firestorm that was her face, Sweet Pop managed to smile a little. The idea she was making Star want to feel as good as she did was a nice one.
One particularly hard tremor that ran through Sweet Pop’s body gave her an idea. She tossed her phone to the side, and grabbed the camera again with her free hoof. This time she balanced it on her chest, using the few tufts of fur that stuck up to make sure it stayed upright as it pointed down the rest of her body. This way, it would have the perfect view of just how hard she was pushing her hoof between her legs.
It was rather hard to gaze through the digital window to line up the shot, especially with how quick and shaky her breathing was now. It took lots of effort both to hold still enough to keep the shot in focus, as well as to keep her moaning quiet enough that it wouldn’t be audible from too far outside her room. But she managed it, and managed to fumble a picture that was good enough into existence with the one hoof she had left. With some further concentration, she managed to transfer the picture into the messaging application, and send it.
urs is better, she managed to type out, having to stop between letters to ride out the waves of heat knocking her body about. look at what ur makin me do >//<
Maybe it was better, maybe it wasn’t...but either way, she still felt compelled to go back and look some more as soon as that message was sent. She didn’t know just what it was about tonight—the heat, the way her mind kept drifting and imagining Star right next to her, the irresistible thirst to climb the mountain of tension building up between her legs—but it all came together, and much like once she started licking a lollipop...she couldn’t stop. Nor did she want to. She was climbing higher and higher, towards a familiar peak.
Sweet pressed her back against the sheets hard, bracing against the invisible force that threatened to make her explode only minutes in. She didn’t want it to end...not yet. But she couldn’t stop entirely. So she settled for slowing her stroking and grinding, satisfying herself with the little gasps and low moans that bubbled up from her throat as she waited for a response.
Star <3 [10:31PM]
lookin good! ngl, can’t wait til next sleepover. i’ll show u a better way to do that. And hey, nice new panties :3c
In probably the first burst of confidence Sweet Pop had felt all night, she tapped out just two characters as her response: ;)
Coyness aside, the mention of a ‘better way’ still managed to pique Sweet Pop’s interest, even through the foggy haze of goodness obscuring her mind. This was the first Star had ever mentioned such a thing, even when they got together and did...special things. Was there even a better way to play with herself? It felt like nothing could be better than hoofing. Well, obviously, other than doing those sorts of things with her best filly friend forever. But it also felt like there wasn’t a whole lot more to discover. She was already shaking like a leaf in the wake of her increasingly firm caressing. Did Star know something she didn’t?
can’t u tell me now? She tapped out in another message, now resigned to holding her phone in the one hoof she had to spare, and using the tip of her muzzle to peck out every individual letter. She didn’t even wait for a response this time, but instead swiped back over to gaze at the image that was her world at the moment. She was still able to see the response when it came through, though.
Star <3 [10:33PM]
kinda? i dunno, it’d be a lil hard. i can show u somethin else, tho~
Show something else, she did. It took another one of those seemingly-never-ending couple-minute waits, but eventually, her gentle wet squishing and unsteady vocalizations were pierced by an all-too-familiar bzzzzt. This time the drop-down didn’t contain a message, but just something along the lines of IMG-0069.JPG. She didn’t know if whatever Bubblegum had would even be able to eclipse the last two pics. Sweet Pop was already having to resist the urge to lick the screen. The photos weren’t as real as her BFFF, she had to remind herself, even as she opened the next one. Especially as she opened the next one.
The last two photos of Star had been taken from somewhat far away, relatively speaking. The first one (which she still hadn’t seen again yet) had obviously been a timer shot, and the second one had seen the use of a mirror to get the proper angle. But this time, things were up close and personal. To either side of the frame were her thighs, which seemed larger than life, and so tantalizingly thick. Between them was a pair of puffy, juice-caked lower lips, only partially obscured by a hoof coming into frame and spreading them partially apart. As Sweet Pop gazed into the glimmering pink insides of her friend’s filly bits, it took everything she had to not pass out. It was almost too much; Star really knew how to tempt her, and Sweet Pop wasn’t sure if she loved her or hated her for it.
More than just being a pleasant sight, this was a view she knew well. She’d seen it many times before. With any luck, she’d see it again soon, she told herself. She wished it wasn’t just her and her hoof tonight...things were getting too hot for that. Her self-control was rapidly waning, and she was grinding against her hoof faster by the second. She wasn’t even trying to hold back her squeaky moaning anymore; all she cared about was extracting more pleasure out of her body. Those unfamiliar inner muscles were clamping down hard, sending unique tingles of icy-hot awesomeness shooting up her back, and curling her hind hooves on the way back down. She was almost there.
Then Sweet Pop got a message that took things in a slightly unexpected, but not at all unwelcome direction.
Star <3 [10:39PM]
ok, i can’t take it nymore. u up for a video call? i’m so hot rn, i can’t stop rubbing. i want us to finish 2gether <3
Star wouldn’t have to ask twice. Though it pained the pegasus filly to finally wrench her hoof away from between her legs, now damp and quivering...the offer was too good to refuse. If she couldn’t be with Star, then at least they could do this together. And she wouldn’t lie...hearing her friend’s honeyed voice would only make things even easier to enjoy. She had no reason to decline and finish herself off when there was something so much better.
So with that, Sweet Pop carefully dried her hoof slightly on her sheets before swiping through to the relevant app. As she found Star’s contact listing and tapped it, she felt the little button in her fillyhood pulsing. She was also very aware of how soaked both her panties and crotch were, but was past caring about it. The only sensation she really could zone in on was the roasting heat that threatened to turn her to ashes, starting from the cheeks and going from there. It even felt like it was escaping from ‘down there’; she could feel some heat wafting onto her hind legs. It was hard to ignore. But hopefully, she wouldn’t have to ignore it much longer. The phone was ringing. The preview showed that she was in the proper framing to be easily visible.
All she had to do now was wait...no matter how hard that was.
Ring...ring...ring…
Sweet Pop knew all sorts of ways to answer the phone. She could pick it up and just say “hello”; that was what she usually did, since the only ponies calling her were usually friends. Sometimes she’d say “yellow” since it sounded kind of like “hello”, but had the bonus of being a color, too. And sometimes she’d just go “yeah?”, because she’d been expecting the call, but also was a little bit busy. All of these ways of answering were normal.
Perhaps it was all the years of answering the phone normally that caught her off guard when Bubblegum Star finally accepted the video call. The screen adjusted to show her BFFF in full, proper glory, from her both-jagged-and-smooth mane to her twinkling light-blue eyes. But instead of “hello” or “yellow” or “yeah”, she said something else that managed to catch her off guard.
“Heeeey, hot stuff~”
It wasn’t the most inaccurate nickname, at least literally speaking. In more sense than one, things felt like they were on fire. By this point, driven by her earlier efforts, she could feel the occasional drop of sweat forming on her brow. Internally, it felt like she’d become the world’s smallest blast furnace...and that heat only had one place to exit.
“H-hey,” Sweet managed to stammer over the residual pulses of restlessness shaking her body.
“Gosh, you look...really wound up.” Star observed, tilting her head as she leaned in closer to the camera. “And I thought I had it bad tonight, geez…”
“Yeah, it's...kept me up.” Despite everything, Sweet Pop still managed to feel a little bit guilty about her absence from dreamland. The guilt was quite easily washed away by the little shivers trickling down her back when she shifted around on the mattress, though.
“Y’know…” Now those big blue eyes filled almost the entire phone screen. But just below them, Sweet Pop spied a devious little grin that she knew all too well. “I think it’s time I show you that better way so we can have some real fun. Whaddya’ say?”
Sweet Pop nodded. How could she refuse—or more accurately, why would she refuse? She still hadn’t taken care of her need, her raw desire, so to speak; she still had unfinished business with her half-soaked hoof.
“Great! First...do you have any pillows to spare?”
Pillows…? Star wasn’t talking about going back to bed, was she? Nor was she talking about a pillow fight; it’d be way too easy to knock her phone over, after all. Still, her BFFF usually didn’t ask things without a reason, so she turned to count. In all, there were six—four only just bigger than her head, and two about as long as she was when she was lying down.
“I’ve got six…?” Sweet Pop reported back, trailing off as she noticed Bubblegum was doing something with one of her pillows a little ways away. She was dragging out a rather long one from the nearby disorganized pile, and she was poking at it, watching her hoof sink into the fluffiness. It didn’t squish that much, so it was probably one of the more firm pillows that seemed to be so common in any given group of pillows.
Seemingly satisfied with the pillow’s firmness, Star clambered over it, before flopping back onto her stomach and wiggling closer to the camera. She grinned, and blew an errant bang out of her eyes. “You only really need one,” she clarified with a wink. “Not sure if you’ll wanna use it after, though. Things won’t exactly be clean.”
“So do I just…” Sweet Pop trailed off as she shrugged and set about finding a suitable pillow for...whatever. She probably wanted one that was decently squishy but not too much, as Star had seemed to purposefully select. The first one she poked was one of her favorites, that let her just sink back into infinite fluffiness when sleep was within reach. But that probably wouldn’t be good, so she chose the next best thing: a long body-sized pillow which was very huggable, if only because of how firm it was.
“Yeah, like that.” The other filly nodded approvingly. The world on the other side of the video call briefly dissolved into blurry waves of motion and muffled...everythings. It took the pegasus an embarrassingly large amount of time to realize that she was probably just moving the phone to a location where it’d be more useful, at least visually speaking. She wondered if she had to do the same...but she was already pretty close to both the pillow and her phone, so she was probably fine. At least, that’s what she told herself as she waited for her friend’s return.
“And here...we go!” Out of the rustlings and blurs of colors emerged a familiar face and voice. Sweet Pop was able to breathe just a little bit easier, though that wasn’t saying much, given how short of breath she still was from their earlier textual interactions. “Think you can copy how I am right now? Just stand up and stick the pillow between your legs, basically.”
Sweet Pop still didn’t quite get why she was doing this—what did a pillow have to do with hoofing, exactly?—but still took the chance to wobble to her hooves, spread her legs, and sink down on top of her chosen cushion.
“Ahhhhh!”
Sweet Pop bit her tongue a little harder than she intended as she tried to keep herself from shouting in pleasure. What she had expected was the fluffiness. What she hadn’t expected was for the slightest touch of the bottom of her special place on the fabric to send an entire thunderstorm down her body. But it had, and so she was left with unsteady hooves trying to hold her up, only partially succeeding as the pillow picked up the slack.
“You good?” Star giggled before wiggling her rump playfully. “Cuz the good part isn't just standing over the pillow, you know.”
“Then what i-is it?” The pegasus managed to ask, fluttering her wings as she tried to stand up straight and calm her breathing again. The furnace inside her was back, focused just below her tail...and this time it seemed to be twice as strong. Any suggestions for feeding or vanquishing it were more than welcome in her world.
“Well, you just kinda lean back and hump it...like this.” Star demonstrated, lowering her rump before twisting her hips and sliding her crotch into the pillow.
Sweet Pop didn’t have a good view of ‘that’ area, but it was clear from the way that her BFFF bit her lip and quietly moaned that she’d hit the spot. Was it really that easy? She’d expected something much harder...but then she was one to talk. The possibility that anything besides her hoof or Star could make her feel good hadn’t even entered her mind until now. But now that it had…she could try it out. As her heart pounded faster and faster, the pegasus spread herself as wide as possible for stability before doing her best to copy her friend’s motions.
“mmmmMMh! Ahhh, haaaaah, mmmmmn!”
Her efforts were very quickly rewarded. It felt like little firecrackers of joy were popping all around her body, especially when she ground her filly bits against the pillow. It was somewhat soft, to be sure, but she seemed to be able to press just right and hit the most solid spots to get the maximum amount of enjoyment out of it. Star was right...this was better than just using her hoof. Even with her now-trembling legs and unsteady breathing, she had much more control over how good she felt...and for how long.
“Stay with me, cutie~”
Sweet’s eyes flicked towards the sudden sound. She was aware of her hips still twitching behind her as she managed to focus on the phone screen. She couldn’t stop, nor did she want to. Every grind against the semi-squishy pillow was like taking a bite of cake: it was enjoyable, made her feel ever so slightly guilty, but it was really hard to stop.
The thought of stopping was squashed as she watched Bubblegum copy her hips’ motions, and did her best to match their speeds together. While Sweet Pop’s vocalizations were loud and more or less unrestrained, she could still hear Star quietly panting, though her sounds grew louder with every thrust. Somehow, hearing her fellow filly quietly gasp and moan as they both humped their respective pillows made her feel like they were right next to each other. She was even able to stare right into Star’s eyes, and Star was able to stare back.
“H-having—mmm—fun?” Bubblegum smirked, and somehow managed to look smug even despite the now unignorable reddening of her face.
All Sweet Pop could think to do was nod as fast as she could. The only thing keeping her from burying her face in her new favorite pillow was the knowledge that it’d sever the almost-electric eye contact that she had going with her BFFF. Her hooves gripped the sheets tightly as she shoved her crotch against the bundle of softness, and her wings stuck straight out; though whether from arousal or just for balance, she wasn’t sure.
If she didn’t know better...she’d swear she was about to burst into flames. Everything was at its hottest, and she was so wet—sure, partially from sweat...but mostly down there. She could tell from the way the fabric smooshed against her crotch with each gyration that her panties were already soaked with her own personal wet stuff. An unfortunate casualty, but one she didn’t have the mental focus to worry about now.
“Mnnnf...I wish I was there...so much right now.” Star’s smug grin faded away, replaced by the slightest of frowns, and her eyelids lowered, her brow knitting in a mix of what was undoubtedly pleasure as well as longing.
“M-me tooooo…” Sweet managed to mumble. Her tongue seemed to want to flop out of her mouth and hang there.
As great as it was being able to look Star in the eye and enjoy the shudders that the deep eye contact brought...the video was still just grainy enough to prevent complete immersion into the fantasy that they really were right next to each other.
But Sweet Pop was still able to get deep enough. She was able to hear Star’s quiet moans rise in pitch and frequency, and her breathing coming in shorter and shorter bursts. She was even able to convince herself that every time she thrust—every time her privates squished against the firm whiteness below her, and alternating waves of relief and tension made her want to melt into a puddle of goo—she was helping Star feel the same way. But best of all, if she closed her eyes...it sounded like they were in this together. It sounded like they were climbing the same hill at the same pace, getting higher with every motion.
Maybe that was because they were in it together, on the same pleasurable ascent. She didn’t have to say anything as she felt a tsunami of electric tingles building up from her crotch, filling her insides until her head swam. All she had to do was grip her bed even more tightly and get lost in her BFFF’s big blue eyes.
Well, she didn’t have to say anything. But she still wanted to.
“Starrr…I-I think I’m…!”
“M-me toooo!”
If the verbal confirmation wasn’t enough, the visual signs were. For a second, Sweet Pop wondered if she was looking into some sort of mirror. With every twitch of her hips, Star followed not even a quarter of a second later. With every gasp she drew in, she saw Star’s chest balloon out. And with every inarticulate moan or wail, Star answered with one of her own, somehow climbing even higher in frequency.
But in one crucial moment, her focus shifted from the outside world to her personal inside world of ecstasy. Star, the pillow, the phone...it all faded. Sweet Pop heard the sound of rushing blood in her ears as one final breath caught in her chest. She felt her legs squeeze together as the moment seemed to last forever. Her eyes squeezed shut as her internal inferno reached its hottest point yet. She was pretty sure she couldn’t shoot fire from back there, but it felt like she was anyway; her tummy muscles were even contracting in a way that would allow her to do that. But more than just feeling like fire, it felt...amazing.
Hoofing was one thing. It was something to do at certain late-night times, and it felt great. She still remembered her first time doing it, and all the little shivers, gasps, and wet squishy noises that came as she poked and prodded her privates. Aside from stuff like candy, friendship, and possibly photography, it was one of her favorite things ever.
But now it had moved down a spot. Pillow-humping was better. Coupled with the strange heat and the compulsion to keep thrusting, she knew she was ready to explode. She’d done it many times before, both at her own hooves and Star’s. But this time…it somehow felt bigger, wetter, warmer, tighter...better. All she could think to do was to bury her face into the pillow in one last moment of clear thought before giving one last push so hard that her entire bed shook behind its force. She bit down and tasted fabric as she felt the beginnings of the pleasure explosion peeking out of her privates.
This was going to be a loud one.
“Mmmmmnnfff! Ffffmmpph! MMMMH! MMMHHHHMMMF!~ HHHMMMMNNNNF!!~”
Emboldened by the safety and muffling of the fluffy good-feeling-giving pillow, Sweet Pop finally let everything out in a rush of air, vibrating vocal cords, and quivering muscles. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Star do the same...except she was much louder, apparently opting not to cover her mouth whatsoever. But Sweet didn’t care. The way their cries of joy and ecstasy mixed together in a breathless kind of harmony sent lots of sparkles floating down her body. It was just like any other time they pushed each over the edge of goodness, but also different, in the best of ways. It was being together even while not being together.
And unlike any other time, Sweet Pop seemed only to accelerate as the tremors went on. Her cadence quickly reached a feverish pace as she ground against the pillow for all she was worth, practically yelling into the pillow with every white-hot bolt of electricity that shot from her special place and little pulsing button to the tips of her ears and hooves. Her tail swished restlessly behind her and her wings stretched to the sky. She was faintly aware of how soaked the bright blue fabric hugging her pelvis was, but gave no pause as she just enjoyed her new favorite thing. As far as doing stuff alone to feel good, was there really anything that could be better than this? She didn’t think so. Those unfamiliar inner muscles seemed to agree; every time they squeezed down, she instinctively thrust even harder. It all fed back into itself seamlessly: clench, thrust, moan, shiver, repeat, all while it felt like the heat trapped within her body was finally exiting, through every bit of her fur. The knot within her tummy was finally unraveling. Those weird inner squeezings brought relief now, instead of surprisingly-tantalizing frustration. This was what she’d wanted all night. Why had she taken so long to realize that?
Everything kept going for what seemed like forever. But eventually, Sweet Pop found the energy to pry her head out from the pillow, and to stand up once more. The world swayed as she stood there, panting, sweating, shivering, and even moaning a little. Even though her hips had stopped twitching under their own power, her mound still seemed to glow happily, and her little button still occasionally pushed out against the sopping fabric still clinging to her backside. She still felt hot, but mostly just in her cheeks and stomach as she blushed deeply.
Bubblegum was going through much the same routine. As she watched, Star tossed back the frizzy remains of her hairdo, and blinked a few times while staring at nothing. Eventually, she seemed to return to the world of the living, and her eyes flicked back to meet Sweet’s.
“S-So…” Star paused to giggle, before smiling as she pried herself away from her pillow. “That better than just your hoof?”
“Ohhhh heck y-yes,” Sweet Pop asserted. It was more than better, it was way better. She didn’t think she’d ever lost control like that before, at least to such an extent. But it’d still been fun. Even though her internal fireplace had died down to just a few sparks, she almost wanted to do it again for its own sake. However, all signs pointed to it being enough for her BFFF...so she’d have to make it enough for her too. She didn’t want to keep her up, even if it meant they’d get to have more fun like that. More wiggly, eye-contact-y, harmonized fun...that’d have to wait. Maybe for the next sleepover.
“Good.” Bubblegum belly-flopped in front of the camera, suddenly taking up just about the entire view as she had when they’d first spoken. “Now you have a little trick for when things get a little too hot~”
“Yeah…” Sweet finally managed to peel her body off the soft cushion between her legs, which was a bit less clean than when she started...especially around the part where her crotch had been. She’d have to stick the cover in the laundry tomorrow, probably. Star had been right...she definitely wasn’t going to be able to hug this one while drifting off to sleep unless she liked hugging wet stuff. As a rule, she generally didn’t.
“Thanks for the fun, BFFF,” Star said, letting out a big yawn as the pegasus filly flopped down and wiggled back into frame. She followed this up with a big wink. “And the pics. I know I’ll enjoy those some other night.”
“Heh, yeah…” Now even the tips of Sweet Pop’s ears turned red. She didn’t mind that she’d showed her butt and stuff to the one pony who got to see it under these terms...but knowing she’d done it in a way that was permanently able to be seen again felt kind of weird. Not bad, and even kind of good...but still weird. At least she still had Star’s pics, too.
“Don’t be a stranger. You wanna ever send some more, I’m down!” Another wink, but this time with the opposite eye. “Gotta practice your camera stuff somehow, right?”
“Well...only if you send some back,” Sweet Pop half-teased.
“I’d shake on it, but...y’know.” Star nodded towards nothing in particular, but it was clear what she meant. “Anyway. G’nite, cutie. See you at school tomorrow?”
“For sure!”
All it took was a little smile and a wave before her BFFF vanished from the screen, and Sweet Pop was left staring at her contact list. Within seconds, despite her still-thumping heart and lightly sweat-coated fur...she was left wondering if all of that had really happened. It all seemed like a dream: an irresistible urge, the attempted quenching, the thoughts she’d entertained on the way, getting to sync up with Star in more ways than one as she experienced one of her best-feeling moments in quite some time...maybe she was dreaming. Maybe she was already asleep? Maybe she should pinch herself to be sure…
“Ow!”
Well, either she’d learned to feel pain in dreams, or this was real. She smiled and laughed a little as she shoved the soggy pillow aside and flopped back against the cushions still left neatly stacked against her bed’s headboard. A warm glow surged through her veins. Not like the one from earlier; that one was hot, and made her twitchy, and want to touch herself. This one just made her feel kind of tired, fluffy, and not want to touch herself anymore. Sure, her stomach still felt a bit weird...but compared to how full of heat her entire existence had been up until a couple minutes ago, it was more than bearable. She might actually get to sleep now. Well, once she turned the lights off again. But she could relax for now.
Bzzzzt
Oh, right, her phone.
Sweet Pop sat up and pawed around until she located it. While she was sitting up, she decided to go flick off the lights as she fluttered across the room, phone in hoof, reading the message she’d just received. She knew it was from Star even before she opened it, because...well, who else would be texting her this late?
It was the first picture of Star’s butt, thankfully finally coming back to her.
Star <3 [11:03PM]
sweet dreams, Sweet~
Sweet smirked as she flicked the switch on the wall and everything fell into darkness, illuminated only with the strikingly blue electronic light from her phone. That lovely picture of her favorite derriere was something she could save for later, but for now, she needed sleep; heck, maybe she’d even dream about it. The pegasus filly fluttered back to her bed before wriggling under the covers, sighing happily. They felt good now; they felt inviting and sleepiness-inducing...not insanely hot and stiff, which was how they’d felt during her normal bedtime. Her hooves tapped across the digital keyboard for the last time that night.
u 2. cya l8r <3
Before she even fully knew where she tossed her phone to after shutting it off, Sweet Pop was well on her way to being fast asleep. Her breathing was already slowing, and a blanket of fuzziness covered her body as well as the normal blankets. Sure, she had some extra laundry to do tomorrow; panties and a pillow case. But that was a price she’d gladly pay for an experience like that again. Now she just needed her rest. She had a big day tomorrow; she had a math test, of all things. But maybe once that was done, she and Star could sneak off during recess and have some real fun. It was only fair after they’d teased each other so much, right?
Whether it was fair or not, she didn’t have much more time to ponder. After a minute or two of idle thoughts drifting by, Sweet Pop decided to count sheep. Maybe then she’d finally fall asleep. One, two, three...four...five……
She didn’t even get to six before she was out like a light.
