An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

Step Three: Finding the Post Office

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"Mmm... Rainbow..."

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes. In the few seconds that followed her unusual waking up, she managed to recollect the memories of the previous evening. The crash, the doctor, the sofa, Twilight...

"Rainbow...  Not now..."

Twilight! Rainbow Dash slowly turned her head towards the source of muffled sound, and found a certain lavender unicorn smiling in her sleep, snuggling closely to her cyan friend. There... There was nothing wrong with it, Rainbow assured herself. Maybe Twilight was just dreaming of... rainbows? The ones that have a pot with gold at the end and stuff?

"Mmm... Rainbow, you're such a naughty filly..."

Okay, maybe not that kind of rainbows. Maybe Twilight was just having a dream about her. Nothing wrong with it, right? Ponies occasionally have those kinds of dreams, right? So, what's wrong with Twilight dreaming about her? After all, she was all-around awesome, and it would be strange for anypony's subconsciousness not to long after her.

Just as Rainbow finished processing that information and came to a satisfying conclusion, the lavender unicorn started sucking on her ear, not waking up in the process.

Okaaay... No matter how much Rainbow Dash enjoyed the activity, something had to be done before both mares would die of embarrassment. Or arousal. Or both.

"Twilight?" Rainbow tapped the unicorn's shoulder gently.

"Mmmff?" Twilight opened her eyes and saw herself nibbling on a cyan ear, belonging, no doubt, to a particular friend of hers.

And this, ladies and gentlecolts, is what we narrators call a scène muette, at least those of us who know a little French, or just pretend they do, like yours faithfully. So we shall leave out heroes for now, and explore how the very same morning affected our two musical ponies in Manehattan.

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"My parents are going to kill me."

Octavia finally broke the silence, putting the desired glass of mineral water on the table. Vinyl looked at her curiously, taking a sip from a beer can.

"That's it? We spent the night together, you wake up with a terrible hangover and this is the first thing you say?" she wondered, a little offended.

The grey pony blushed and shook her head.

"Sorry, Vinyl. I mean... thank you." She looked at the white mare lovingly. "For the night and everything."

The DJ nodded and waved her hoof in the air.

"That's all right, filly. You were... well, passable, anyway." She grinned and looked at the cellist mischeviously, her red eyes unprotected by the purple shades.

Octavia facehoofed and sighed, her glance drifting from Vinyl's beautiful eyes to her neck, which still held signs of her, Octavia's, affection, and onwards to her curvy flank...

And stopping right here, Octavia! It's not like you have any chance of dating this mare, Octavia told herself sadly. Vinyl was too... good for her? The cellist's thoughts stopped dead in their track. The day before, she thought Vinyl to be  not good enough, and now she was just too good? Where had all the common sense gone?

"So, Tavi..." Vinyl commanded Octavia's attention, eyeing her seriously. "What now?"

Octavia closed her eyes. Never in her life had she thought she would have to experience this. Still, sooner or later, this moment had to come. Now, she just had to gather all of her courage and...

"Vinyl, will you be my marefriend?"

Judging by the unexpressed shock on Vinyl's face, Octavia assumed that she had just gone too far: why in the wide world of Equestria would she think a single night meant so much? Just as a tear began crawling down the unicorn's cheeck, brushing her white fur, the cellist immediately felt an urge to apologise.

"Vinyl, I'm-"

"Of course I will, you silly pony!" Vinyl interrupted her, throwing her hooves around Octavia's neck. The feeling of innocent warmth outshined even the lust of the previous night, and Octavia simply lost herself in the moment, drawing  Vinyl in a gentle, soft kiss.

As they finally let go of each other, Octavia looked at Vinyl lovingly and received a similar look from her... marefriend. The very word was so nice, so warm that Octavia simply wanted to run round and about, giggling and shouting, I have a marefriend! I have a marefriend!

"And you, Tavi? Will you be my- mffmfmfmff!" The DJ was immediately silenced by Octavia's kiss, which lasted a fair longer amount of time than the previous one. Vinyl was utterly shocked as she realised which amazing tricks Octavia's tongue could do, much like a professional dancer on the stage.

"I guess that answers your question?" Octavia asked with a sly grin as a very amazed Vinyl gasped for breath, blinking in awe.

"Y-yes," the DJ stammered, trying to regain her regular breathing pace. "Though..." She winked. "I think I may need a more... elaborate answer..." She smirked and licked Octavia's cheek.

The grey mare hummed in delight and nuzzled her marefriend affectionally. "Not before you have shower, darling," she whispered in the white mare's ear, making her blush involuntary.

"Yeah... sure, Tavi." Vinyl Scratch accepted her fate and trotted towards the bathroom, presenting her flank in a very inviting way. Octavia took a sip of water and smiled, a sudden idea striking her.

"How about I help you, Vinyl?" she shouted to her new marefriend, who had just opened the bathroom door.

A loud "Eeep" and an embarrassed nod were just the answer she needed.

***

Bon-Bon looked at the clock, tapping her hoof against the kitchen table impatiently. The clock was ticking, and time was running fast, despite a popular opinion that it crawls like a turtle. Speaking of time... Bon-Bon had not just been killing time. She had been violently strangling it, murdering it with every little activity she could think of.

Watering the plants for half an hour? Check.

Baking muffins? Two hours? Check.

Cleaning the whole house? Twice? Why not?

But right now, the cream-coloured mare was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for her marefriend to return. Just as she lost patience and stood up to give Lyra a call, the mint unicorn appeared at the doorway, holding the keys in her mouth, while in her telekinetic grip she was holding... a...

"What is this?" Bon-Bon demanded, eyeing the strange item with caution.

"Z hnd! Cl, rh?" Lyra replied enthusiastically, her vigour somewhat muffled by the barrier of the keys in her mouth. Spitting the aforementioned keys on the floor, she repeated, "It's a hand! Cool, right?"

Bon-Bon inspected the "hand" curiously. It sure looked like those "human hands" Lyra was talking about, and it had... what were  they called? Fingers?

"Lyra, honey? Why do you need this?" she wondered, not without a hint of fear.

"Why we need this, you mean." Lyra grinned widely and motioned towards the kitchen table. "Lie on the table," she said in a commanding voice.

"What?" The earth pony blinked a few times but was punished by an audible spank incoming from the "hand" that Lyra was still levitating.

"Hey, Lyra! What do you think you're-"

Another spank. Bon-Bon instantly blushed at how she was supposed to be angry, but how much she was excited instead. For a moment, she considered not lying down, just to be "punished" a little more, but she was really excited (in different meanings of the word) as to what her marefriend had prepared for her. She was finally beginning to feel arousal, a feeling she had already buried.

Bon-Bon obediently lay on the table, facing the wooden surface, receiving another spank. She felt her tail being raised by Lyra's telekinesis and-

"Oh my Celestia!"

The fingers began roughly tickling Bon-Bon's inner folds, giving her incredible pleasure. Suddenly, one of the fingers penetrated her, making her shiver in delight. Another finger joined in the activity. She weakly turned her head, only to see Lyra sitting on the chair in her bizarre fashion, clopping furiously. Bon-Bon could clearly tell that her marefriend was certainly enjoying herself as well.

When the whole hand began stroking her inner folds with all might, in and out, in and out, she felt a wave of pleasure rip through her whole body, sending her into a powerful orgasm. Though, the stroking repeated for a few moments, while Lyra came as well, contributing to a wonderful aftertaste, if such a word can be used to describe the feeling that comes after the orgasm, sending one to a narcotic and contemplating serenity.

Sure, this was by far  the fastest sex they ever had, but Bon-Bon really didn't care. Seeing her marefriend happy and, well, pleasured, as well as finally orgasming after such a long time was more than enough for her, for now.

"Wow," was all that Bon-Bon managed to say, panting and  sweaty.

"Just..." Lyra jerked her head backwards, resting. "Just wait for  what I've prepared for us tonight..."

Bon-Bon smiled. She was happy. Really, genuinely  happy.

"Say, Bonnie..." She rolled over. "This hand of yours is amazing... What's it made from?"

"Human skin," Lyra replied, making the earth pony stare at her in fear.

The mint unicorn laughed, seeing her marefriend's dismay.

"Rubber," she cleared the confusion. "Got it from 'My Little Human' gift shop."

"They don't make couple discounts, do they?" Bon-Bon joked.

Lyra laughed light-heartedly, and that laughter was the sweetest music to her ears.