An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

Step one: Wrapping the package

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It was a beautiful morning in Ponyville. Nopony could say for sure why, but everypony knew that the morning was indeed beautiful. Ponyville mornings have never been ugly before, if ugly is the adjective for describing mornings, that is. So, let's roll with the fact that the morning was beautiful, shall we?

Twilight Sparkle was lost in thought over her latest assignment. Being such a diligent student, she just couldn't pass the opportunity (given to her by her everpresent mentor, by the way) to study the history of Equestria's international relations from the viewpoint of the Game theory. Twilight positively loved her task. She loved political science. She loved applied mathematics. Even more she loved reading.

And, well, she loved mares. Sure, this was a subject the lavender unicorn would rather avoid, but a fact was a fact nevertheless. And Twilight trusted facts.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was soaring in the sky. She liked flying. Feeling the wind rush through mane, gambling with gravity, performing tricks that may tangle the mind of an unprepared pony... Rainbow loved flying. She loved the feeling of freedom. She loved the lack of responsibility.

And, well, she loved mares. This was a feeling she was totally okay with. Sure, it may have seemed strange, but the world  was enough of a strange place as it was. Moreover, who was she to question the longings of her own nature? That would be totally uncool.

And, as it always happens, they were brought together. By chance? By an unknown destined plot device? Subconsciously? Hey, don't ask me. I'm just a narrator. I offered you a lot of options to choose from. One way or another, it was the very moment they realised they affections, and that moment was now.

Trying to perform an especially difficult trick, the cyan pegasus suddenly lost control in the air. Struggling to regain her position, she somersaulted but, losing the precious momentum, landed right through the window of Ponyville Library, also known as Twilight Sparkle's house.

The sound of shattering glass diverted Twilight from her research. Upon seeing Rainbow Dash groaning on the floor of her library, she rushed to aid her pegasus friend.

"Rainbow, are you okay?" she asked as she levitated the pegasus from the floor.

"Not counting my current state of being disabled, yeah, I'm quite okay," Rainbow Dash replied, being laid on a sofa by her caring friend.

"Wait here, I'm bringing a doctor," Twilight said, heading towards to the door at a fast trot.

"I'd rather have a personal treatment..." Rainbow whispered, eyeing the unicorn's flank with admiration.

But Twilight was too far to hear her. And too... straight? Rainbow Dash had never thought of her friend's sexuality before (not counting her weekly clop sessions in her cloud home, of course), but she was genuinely sure that if Twilight had any traits of sexual longings, they would be directed to the opposite gender.

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to get the lavender, one-horned picture out of her mind.

***

Meanwhile, in Manehattan, a prim earth pony cellist stood before a metal door, the kind of door that screamed Warning!  Heavy music ahead! Haters can trot by and what-not. She checked her bow-tie and sighed. One visit. It was only one visit. A bet was a bet, after all. She imagined the look on her friends' faces when they learned she really spent the night in such a... low-profile establishment. This was her chance to prove that she was a mare of a broad mind and interest. After all, the music couldn't be that bad... could it?

Entering the club, Octavia immediately felt out of place. Not only in metaphorical sense, being a well-raised pony with a refined taste who had just entered a shrine of peril and wubs, but in a very physical sense, her mind and body reeling from the overwhelming sound of bass, and not the usual double bass, warm and gentle, but the kind of sub-bass and synth that could easily penetrate through one's ears, cleansing the brain from all hope of forming any thoughts.

Staggering, Octavia found a place to occupy in the far end of the... erm... establishment and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples in a hopeless attempt to overcoming the approaching headache.

"Hey, 'sup, filly? Had too much drinks already?"

Octavia raised her head to locate the source of sound and saw a white unicorn with a striking blue mane, standing before her, bobbing her head to the music... if that stange compilation of synth, bass and high-pitched whines of a dying whale could be qualified as music, that is.

"For your information, I would never fall so low as to give in to a slightest shade of mal aux cheveux," the grey earth pony replied with a huff, tossing her black mane aside in a show of offence.

"Now you're just speaking in fancy," the white mare said with a cocky grin. "Mind if I take a seat?"

"I'd rather you didn't," Octavia tried to protest but the unicorn had already occupied the place next to her on the strange resemblance of a sofa she was sitting on.

"Too late!" The white mare smirked. "I'm Vinyl, by the way. Vinyl Scratch, aka DJ PON-3." She extended a hoof, which Octavia inspected suspiciously. Seeing that it was more or less spotless, she shook it with a sigh.

"Octavia Philarmonica," she stated with unspoken pride in her voice. "The first cellist of the Royal Orchestra."

"Oh, so you must be one of those snooty ponies!" Vinyl exclaimed, unashamed and oblivious to Octavia's possible reaction. "So, how's the real music feel like?"

"If you think this music to be good, I begin to question your competence," she replied.

"Thanks... I guess..." Vinyl scratched the back of her head in lack of understanding, taking it as a compliment.

Octavia chuckled, thinking how cute that white mare was when she...

Wait! Octavia exclaimed in her head. She wasn't supposed to think of other mares like that, much less of such an ignorant, tasteless... sexy... Oh, sweet Celestia! Mares aren't supposed to like other mares like that... are they?..

"So, how about I buy you a drink?" Vinyl asked, smiling at Octavia from the cover of her grotesque shades.

Octavia smiled despite herself.

"With pleasure."

***

Bon-Bon woke up uneasily, looking at the ceiling. Something had been bothering her, for some time now. And, what was the worst, it was connected to her marefriend, Lyra. Of course, their love was just as intense as ever, as Bon-Bon wouldn't let go of her love, but... There were always those little 'buts' (one "t", mind it!) that could bring unrest into a pony's life ever so quickly and suddenly.

The mint unicorn in question was peacefully sleeping next to her, snorting in her sleep. Bon-Bon brushed her mane, watching Lyra shift in her sleep, and giggled. Her marefriend was so cute... and caring... and loving. But.

But for the past few weeks, Bon-Bon  and Lyra had stopped having... fun. At least, so had the cream-coloured mare. Sure, she still faked orgasms and everything... but she wanted everything to be real once more. Now she saw her mistake: Lyra and she had overused all of their turn-ons too fast, and now they were out of inspiration, if sex could be considered a form of art. In Bon-Bon's mind, it certainly could. She closed her eyes and tried to remember when exactly that happened. The night when she, Bon-Bon, realised she was no longer turned on by her life partner.

And now, ladies and gentlecolts, it is time for an old good flashback.

"Oh, Bonnie, can you feel it, you dirty filly?" Lyra hissed into the earth pony's ear as she shoved her hoof inside the cream mare's inner folds with all of her might.

"Yes, Lyra, yesss!" Bon-Bon moaned, squinting her eyes in delight, grasping at Lyra's mane, tugging it violently, exerting a high-pitched squeal of delight from the mint unicorn.

Have I turned off the oven? Bon-Bon thought, tracing back to a while ago. Sure, I think I remember taking the muffins out but-

"Bon-Bon, please, do it!" Lyra yelled on the top of her lungs, shifting in such a manner as to present herself fully and completely before her marefriend.

The cream-coloured mare pressed her muzzle firm into Lyra's most private shrine, taking a few enthusistic licks.

"Oooooooooh, Bonnie~"   Lyra cooed as her tongue dropped out of her muzzle, just holding there numbly.

I wonder if she would bite her tongue... Bon-Bon mused. Maybe I should tell her...

But it was too late: the mint unicorn began shaking violently, shvering in the blanket of the upcoming orgasm that covered  her like a tidal wave of the ocean.

"Bonnie..." she managed to whisper thankfully before passing out from sheer pleasure and exhaustion.

Bon-Bon sighed, rubbing her unicorn's back gently. She didn't come. Again. And while there was always an option of self-pleasuring, it was no longer satisfactory for her; not after she met Lyra.

Something had to be done...

And this, ladies and gentlecolts, if you still haven't found out, is the end of flashback. And the end of the chapter, too.