An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

Step Four: Handing in the Package

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There are some occasions when narrators are allowed to use overused and cliche expressions freely. If you want a full list, you'd better see the Modern Equestrian Narrator's Rule Book. That's why I'm not ashamed to say that the silence in the library was thick enough to cut with a knife. And not just with an ordinary kitchen knife, the one used to cut meat and bread and what-not; this silence demanded the use of a machete.

Finally brandishing the metaphorical machete and thus breaking the silence, Twilight said, "I'm sorry."

Rainbow Dash groaned and let her head hit the surface of the table.

"Listen, Twi, I'm not angry with you or anything." She looked at the lavender unicorn, who looked somewhat upset and lost in thought. "I just want to know why were you dreaming about me."

When she said it, she meant it. Rainbow really wanted to know if she had any place in the unicorn's fantasies, and, maybe, just maybe, those fantasies could come- No, Rainbow, they can't, she stopped herself. Twilight didn't even like mares, not to mention sleeping - in the other meaning of the word - with one of her friends.

"Look, I don't know!" Twilight snapped and blushed. "Maybe you're a psycological projection of my inner subconscious longing towards you!" she yelled, stomping her hoof against the flooor.

Seeing Rainbow's dumbfounded expression, she explained, "Maybe I want to... well, sleep with you... Subconsciously!" she quickly added.

"We... slept together already..." the pegasus began carefully.

"Maybe I want to fuck you!" Twilight blurted out.

"Oh."

"Oh? All you can say is Oh?" Twilight demanded furiously, forgetting for a moment that it was she who put her friend in an embarrassing situation in the first place.

"No. I also want to say that I..." Rainbow gulped. "Kinda wanted to try that with you as well."

"Oh." Twilight blinked a few times, her anger vanishing, replaced by awe and... longing?

"Now you're just copying me!" Rainbow smirked, and Twilight laughed as well, all tension broken.

"Only... one thing, Twi."

"Yes?" The unicorn strained herself.

"Mind your language. I'd very much rather you used 'buck' instead," the cyan pegasus said in amocking tone.

"Oh, fuck you, Rainbow Dash!" Twilight exclaimed. "In a good way, though," she added. "Not the bad way."

"We'll see..." The pegasus grinned mischeviously, while a purple telekinetic field enveloped the door knob and turned it, sealing the door shut.

***

Octavia entered the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her. Vinyl was already standing in the shower cubicle, turning the knobs with her telekinesis, warm water running down her spine, limbs and, of course, that gorgeous flank of hers. The earth pony envied the unicorn for a moment, seeing how easy everything was  to do with a little bit of magic. Still, she was very much determined to show her marefriend how good she was with her hooves.

The cellist entered the shower cubicle as well, feeling the water splash across her body.

"Let me show you how we do it the earth pony way, darling," she whispered into Vinyl's ear as she began washing the DJ's mane, tossing it aside with her teeth - a gesture that Vinyl really seemed to enjoy.

Her hooves made their way to Vinyl's shoulders, washing and massaging them at the same time. Vinyl felt the tension fade away, standing still, obeying her marefriend's lead. Octavia couldn't help but kiss Vinyl in her sensitive spot on the neck, making the white pony moan blissfully.

"Starting with the double bass..." Octavia whispered, dropping her hooves to Vinyl's spine, working up her body with all the dedication and care she had. Vinyl purred gracefully, feeling arousal return to her once more.

"Adding the cello..."

While one hoof kept massaging Vinyl's back, the other one began tickiling her flank, drawing a delightful yelp from the white mare.

"Here comes the sequence..."

The hoof that was all ticklish some moments ago began rubbing Vinyl's flank quite roughly, too roughly for Octavia to feel a little embarrassed but roughly enough for the white mare to shiver in pleasure.

"Some staccato..."

Octavia began clopping Vinyl's inner folds, the hoof leaving the warm cave and entering again with each stroke. The DJ's back arched at an almost impossible angle, indistinct sounds leaving her mouth.

"And the crescendo."

The cellist fastened her pace and bit on Vinyl's ear. Hard.

Erupting in a hurricane of profanity and irrecognisable yelling, Vinyl came, almost collapsing to the floor, ripped from all the energy she had.

Octavia smirked triumphantly and licked her hoof, which held the juices of the unicorn mare. Not only did she feel glad that she made her marefriend come, there also was a feeling of achievement in play.

"Taaaaaaaaavi..." Vinyl moaned, leaning at the grey mare, her eyes closed in blissful rapture, her hooves embracing her wonderful cellist. Octavia returned the embrace, relaxing, sniffing her DJ's mane, which smelled... electric blue, if colours could describe smell, as well as outlook. Vinyl began rubbing  Octavia's back clumsily, still exhausted after the powerful orgasm.

"Vinyl, you don't need to return the favour now," she whispered into the DJ's ear, nibbling it slightly - a gesture that turned her on a lot. "You're tired."

"Tavi..." The unicorn grinned and, suddenly, her horn lit with grey light. "I needn't tire myself when I have magic." The horn lit brighter and Octavia felt her legs being rubbed at all the sweet spots at the same time. She would've collapsed out of sheer pleasure, were it not for the fact that her legs were way stronger than of any other pony; after all, standing on two legs and holding a cello and playing was no easy feat.

The magical aura began slipping into Octavia's inner folds, massaging them from all possible (and impossible) angles. The grey mare's breathing pace fastened, and she began panting heavily.

Then, not stopping the previous actions, Vinyl formed a long phallic force field, which made its way into Octavia, stroking  her in fast, rapid movements. Just as Octavia gasped for air, her eyes widening, Vinyl started rotating the magical dildo, making Octavia lose her sanity and start twisting and screaming in immense pleasure.

In a few fleeting moments, the grey mare literally collapsed from exhaustion, her body still twitching from the orgasm for a few seconds.

"That's how we do it the unicorn way." Vinyl grinned and kissed her marefriend on the forehead.

"Wow... What else can you do with your horn?" Octavia said, without much thinking, blushing upon vivifying images of what exactly Vinyl could do with that horn of hers.

"Oh, many, many things..." Vinyl replied slyly, blushing a little as well. "But right now, we need my magic for only one activity."

"And that is?"

"Washing ourselves, Tavi."

***

"Look, Bonnie, it will be fun!"

Lyra and Bon-Bon were sitting on the sofa in the living room, the blue TV screen greeting them with radiant glow.

"What in Equestria did I do to deserve this..."  Bon-Bon mumbed, while Lyra pressed the button.

The tape started to roll and the screen erupted in bright colours.

My Little Human, My Little Human~

Aaaaah~

The cream-coloured mare looked at her marefriend unamusedly, but saw the mint unicorn to be completely involved in the on-screen action.

She sighed and tried  to enjoy herself.

Now, there are times when narrators can skip entire scenes, playing with time and location of the heroes, feeling all bossy and supreme. This is exactly that one time. I'm most sure you won't find any pleasure in watching a show about those imaginary "humans". Also, I'm not sure that I'm allowed to use suh copyrighted information. So...

A few moments later...

"Wow! I really liked this one moment when that Clint Eastwood just went there and shoot 'em and -"

Lyra smiled, listening to the nonsense coming from her marefriend's mouth. She was so happy that Bon-Bon enjoyed My Little Human!

"But that Hitler one was awful! I mean, why kill the Jews?" Bon-Bon angrily stomped her hoof, drawing Lyra's attention.

"Yep, Hitler's a jerk," she agreed. "They added him to the show just to show that there's no difference between human races, after all," she explained. "There's a moral in each episode. Though..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Some ponies think that the white race is supreme."

Bon-Bon chuckled at such a stupid accusation.

"Surely you can't mean that! Even the president of that one country - what-was-it-called - is black!" She giggled but stopped, seeing how Lyra was lost in thought.

"Lyra?"

"So you say you liked Clint Eastwood, huh?" Lyra jumped up and beamed with a smile. "Wait for me here, Bonnie, I have an idea!"

Bon-Bon facehoofed as Lyra ran out of the room.

"Not again, dear Celestia, please..." she muttered but then remembered how great Lyra's last idea turned out. She pondered for a moment and looked at the ceiling. "Again, dear Celestia... please."