Twilight throws open the doors to her little balcony, tucks her wings, and steps outside to be greeted by a gorgeous morning. Sunlight covers her face and shoulders, warming her a little and helping to clear the last remnants of a poor night’s sleep. The thick green leaves of her treehouse dance in a slight breeze. The air is cool and refreshing, though it’ll be hotter later on. She grabs the railing and leans forward, closing her eyes. The railing is smooth under her hands, the paint worn from countless other mornings. When she sighs and opens her eyes she’s greeted by almost the same view she’s enjoyed every morning since moving here.

There are a few little differences that she can’t help noticing, since her ascension. One is the height. Before, the railing would press against the bottom of her sternum; now she leans her waist against it. Her hands are a little further apart, too. Her viewpoint is slightly higher. And—oh yeah, her wings.

Most ponies notice the wings, of course. Now when she walks through town ponies either gawk at her or pretend to ignore her. She can’t blame them. Ponies grow used to a silhouette, and her wings have altered her outline dramatically. They’re a very visual reminder that Twilight, once a stranger in her town, is now their ruler. Twilight certainly notices them too, when she’s bumping into things or squeezing through narrow doorways and the damned things won’t fold back on their own. Or when she’s trying to sleep, because tossing and turning in her sleep is suddenly a dangerous proposition. Or when—

Twilight sighs, but shakes her head. She’s not about to let a few downsides to an otherwise wonderful gift darken her morning. She has wings. She can fly! She’s a Princess! Like Cadance, and Celestia and Luna. The thought makes her giddy, enough that she tries not to think about it. She’s basically an entirely new pony! Of course there would be a period of adjustment.

A little bit of familiarity always helps when she’s facing an uncertain situation. Routine. She already has a nice, comfortably full checklist ready to go, and only needs coffee to complete her morning. Twilight gives her wings a flick, wiggles her hips, and arches her back until she feels a satisfying pop. It’s gonna be a nice day.

“Yo, Twilight!”

Twilight looks down and sees Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy approaching the library, each smiling. Memories of their last visit play through her mind, sending a splash of warmth through her chest. She smiles back and waves hello, then hurries downstairs to let them in.

“Oh, hello, Twilight,” Fluttershy says. She’s wearing a beautiful summer dress that seems to float all on its own. “You look happy today.”

“I feel happy today,” Twilight says. “It’s such a nice day out. Is this your doing?” she asks Rainbow Dash.

“Yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts, though,” Dash warns, landing just inside. She’s barefoot, wearing her usual summer workout kit, shorts and a tight fitting tank top. “Ponyville is due for a week of rain starting the day after tomorrow.” She shrugs. “It’s all I could get.”

“Don’t worry, Dash. I don’t mind. Rain can be nice, too.”

“No way, Twi’.” Dash shakes her head. “Rain means being stuck indoors. I know you’re not used to having wings yet, but they suh-huh-huck when they get wet. Trust me—stay inside as much as you can.”

Fluttershy nods. “She’s right, Twilight. I don’t want to catch you flying around when it’s raining. It’s very dangerous.”

“Tch. It’s not dangerous,” Dash says. “It’s just gross. And sticky. And it takes forever to dry.” She hmphs. “Nothing good ever comes from wet wings.”

“Of course, Rainbow,” Fluttershy says. She rolls her eyes and walks inside. “And don’t worry—I won’t tell Twilight about that time you couldn’t fly home because of the weather, and had to stay the night. Do you remember?” she asks with a smile.

Dash gulps. “Uh, yeah. Right. I guess it’s not all bad.”

Twilight has known Fluttershy for years, now, and she’s familiar with most of Fluttershy’s smiles. Fluttershy is the quietest of their little band of heroines, but she makes up for it with the widest and most expressive range of smiles Twilight has even known. Fluttershy has a smile for every occasion. This one is teasing and mischievous.

Twilight tilts her head. “What happened?”

Dash waves her hoof. “Nothing happened. I couldn’t get home, so we had a sleepover. You know. Boring. Total snoozefest—”

Fluttershy walks up to Dash, places a hand on her shoulder, and nuzzles her. Dash freezes, eyes wide, mid-sentence, and glances over at Twilight briefly. Fluttershy pulls back and wanders into the kitchen. “Do you have any tea, Twilight?” she asks sweetly. “I would love a cup. Um, if you don’t mind.”

Dash does a pretty good impersonation of a tea kettle on her own, turning red and looking like she might burst into steam.

Twilight smiles at Fluttershy. It’s fun seeing Dash stunned silent. “Oh, sure. At the end, there.”

“Thank you.” Fluttershy busies herself with the kettle and a sack of tea. When she steps back and gestures, Twilight ignites her horn and quickly brings the water up to a boil.

Dash finally finds her voice and sputters, “Well, whatever. It’s gonna rain soon. Nothing I can do about it. So we’re gonna go help AJ later.”

Fluttershy nods. “She says she wanted some help fixing the leaks in the roof of her barn before it rains. Oh!” she says, perking up. “Would you like to join us?”

Twilight is about to say yes when something about Applejack and the barn and its roof makes her pause. “I would, but I don’t think these would be much use.” She looks over her right shoulder at her wing, and tries to flick it. Her left wing flicks instead. She slumps and tilts her head back, glares at the ceiling, and groans. “See?”

“Oh, Twilight!” Fluttershy croons. She steps up to Twilight, reaches for her hand, and holds tight. “It’s okay! Nopony expects you to be an expert flier right away.”

It’s not patronizing, but it might as well be. “Just eventually, right?”

Dash and Fluttershy exchange a glance, but they don’t say anything.

Twilight exhales. She won’t let small downsides ruin her morning. “Anyways, no flying for me, today at least, and although she’s very polite and apologetic Applejack does not want magic touching her barn.”

She lets Fluttershy stroke her hand for a few more seconds before pulling free.

Dash nods. “Yeah. She’s almost the most stubborn pony I know,” she says, leering at Twilight.

Fluttershy smiles sweetly. “You mean yourself, right? You’re the most stubborn pony you know?”

“Pshh. I don’t know what you’re talking about, ’Shy,” Dash says, sniffing her head back and walking past Fluttershy. As she does her wing glides over Fluttershy’s, barely touching. It’s a tiny motion, done so casually that Dash probably doesn’t even notice. But Twilight notices. She’s been watching their tiny motions for a couple of weeks now. The little glances, the way the tension seems to leave their bodies when they’re around one another. There’s no doubt. Twilight doesn’t have to be the Princess of Love to see what they don’t—or can’t—admit to themselves. Dash and Fluttershy are absolutely smitten over one another.

Twilight exhales, hoping it doesn’t sound like a sigh. She’s not jealous. She just appreciates how nice that must feel. And she’s happy for them both, of course, even if they won’t admit it, to her or to each other. But she’s always wondered what it would be like to grow close like that to Dash, or to Fluttershy—or any of her friends, really.

Twilight’s friends are very special to her. It’s more than just an emotional attachment from growing up, learning about life, and saving the world together. Her five friends are everything to her. But it wouldn’t be fair to require that each of them place her at the top in response. So what if two of them mean a little more to each other than Twilight does?

Fluttershy and Dash have grown up together. They’ve known each other since childhood. They know each other’s darkest fears and secret aspirations. Just like AJ, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity. It’s only a matter of time before it becomes officially more than just friendship. Fluttershy and Dash are familiar, comforting to one another.

And it’s not like Twilight wants for intimacy. Her friends can make her come so hard she sees stars. They’ll grope her, and lick her face, and suck her horn. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing or where she’s doing it. And now that she’s grown wings—

No matter what mood they find her in, Dash and Fluttershy make her feel loved. Still. It would be nice to get to share her secret aspirations, or get help facing her darkest fears. Maybe a kiss now and then. One day she’ll find somepony to love. Maybe. Her friends have unfortunately set a very high bar.

“Yo, Twilight?”

“Mmm?” Twilight looks over, guilty at being caught so distracted. What were they talking about? Something about sleepovers—

Dash gestures at the kettle. Steam is whistling out. “I think the tea’s ready.”

“Oh! Yes. Right.” She kills the heat and floats the kettle and some mugs over to the breakfast table while Fluttershy pulls out a chair opposite her. “Do you want some, too, Dash? I’m all out of sugar, unfortunately.”

“No thanks. I’m way full of liquid lightning already. I don’t think my bladder could handle any more.”

Twilight rolls her eyes. “Dash, energy drinks are bad for you.”

“Oh, whatever. It says health supplement right on the side when you buy a crate. They crank my metabolism up to eleven. They taste great. And if they weren’t good for me, why am I more awesome at literally everything I do after I drink one? Huh?”

Fluttershy levels a stare. “You’re more you after you drink one, dear—”

“Exactly!”

“—and it’s never just one anymore.”

“Hey! I’ve only had one today.”

“It’s nine in the morning!”

Twilight smiles. Their gentle bickering is another familiar comfort. She passes Fluttershy a mug of tea and reaches for hers.

“I burn a lot of calories doing what I do. Right, Twilight? Hey! I bet your resting calorie intake has gone up, now that you’re—uh, part Pegasus, I guess?” She peers at Twilight. “Are you hungrier than normal? Or are Unicorns already pretty heavy eaters? Like, do you need more food to power that horn? I’m not saying Unicorns are fat or whatever, just that—”

“Are you busy today, Twilight?” Fluttershy asks, sipping her tea.

Dash pauses, mid-sentence. A smile spreads over her face, and she leans back, crossing her arms and looking almost smug.

Fluttershy interrupts so rarely that it takes a moment for Twilight to look past the surprise and actually parse her words. She pauses, holding the little kettle still. “Um. . . ”

The truth is she’s not. Her checklist is technically busy work, meant to keep her occupied and pull her out of the funk she’s been in for several days now. She knows how the others see her, but in truth Twilight would rather spend her time with her friends than endlessly reshelve the library or finish long forgotten homework assignments from her youth. Twilight is an extrovert and doesn’t like being left to her own thoughts. Spending a day with her friends would be wonderful.

So, no, she’s not busy. But that’s not what Fluttershy is asking.

“C’mon, Fluttershy,” Dash says, stepping up beside her. Dash’s voice is a little lower all of a sudden. She slips her hand around Twilight’s waist, pressing hip to hip. “Twilight loves having us over. Right?”

Her fingertips tease Twilight’s hip, slipping just beneath her shirt for a moment and touching her bare skin. Dash has cold fingers today.

Twilight stares at the kettle, trying not to show how even a fleeting touch like this can completely derail everything. She’s hugged her friends plenty. This is a normal level of intimacy for close friends, right? Pinkie Pie and Dash hang off each other all the time, laughing and playing like it’s nothing. The way her thumb slides up and down Twilight’s hip bone is not worth freaking out about. It just feels nice. “That’s right,” she finally admits. Should she wrap her arm around Dash in exchange? She tries to twist in place, then gives up, feeling awkward in her new body. “I do enjoy when you visit.”

Fluttershy shakes her head at Dash. “I don’t want to interrupt Twilight if she has plans. We can always come back later. Or some other day,” she adds, looking from Dash to Twilight, “if you’d prefer.”

“Well . . . ”

Fluttershy always insists on giving Twilight at least one chance to say no, so Dash does as well, but that doesn’t mean she makes it easy. Holding Twilight still, Dash turns slightly and presses her chest against Twilight’s shoulder, sliding Twilight’s upper arm into her cleavage.

Twilight gulps. Dash is clingy today, like always. And she isn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. Like always.

“Well, Twilight?” Dash whispers into her ear, shifting her weight against Twilight—pressing her sexy body against Twilight. “Can we visit? Or are you too busy to play with your friends?”

Dash slides her hand down Twilight’s hip and cups Twilight’s ass.

“Yes!” Twilight gasps. “I mean, yes, you can stay. No. No, I’m not too busy,” she stammers. She can hear Dash’s smirk. Whatever. Trying to be brave and mature and maybe even a little sexy, Twilight looks Fluttershy in the eyes and says, “You two can . . . visit.”

Fluttershy smiles and claps her hands. “Oh, that’s wonderful. It’s been so long since we had a nice visit. I’m sure there’s plenty to catch up on.”

“Aw, yeah! You know, Twi’, homework is important and all, and I know you’ve got lots of new responsibilities or whatever, but I’m glad you still know how to let loose and have fun!” She gives Twilight’s butt a firm squeeze to punctuate her point, and doesn’t let go.

Fluttershy tilts her head and taps her chin. “Are you still studying under Princess Celestia, now that you’re a Princess?”

“Well, yes. Sort of. I don’t spend nearly as much time writing reports or doing homework, of course. And I guess I’m technically the ruler of Ponyville? So Mayor Mare and I have been working together more and more. But I am still her apprentice!” Her chest swells with pride.

Dash snickers, deflating Twilight in an instant. “Sorry, sorry! It’s totally cool that you’re still tight with the Princess. Oh, hey! Speaking of Princesses—tell us about your trip. You went up north, right? We came to visit you last week and you weren’t here.”

Fluttershy sets down her mug. “You really should tell your friends when you leave, Twilight. What if something had happened?”

While Dash smothers Twilight’s arm in tit and squeezes Twilight’s ass and does her best to make Twilight’s heart race, Twilight carefully pours herself some tea and pretends not to care about Dash molesting her personal space. If Fluttershy notices her hands shaking or the way she’s leaning into Dash’s various touches, she doesn’t mention it. “It’s fine. I took the train to see Cadance and Shining Armor for a couple days. Not exactly a dangerous adventure,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“That used to be a dangerous adventure,” Fluttershy reminds her.

“I wouldn’t mind having a dangerous adventure with those two, if you know what I mean,” Dash says, sliding her chest up and down. Her breath is warm on Twilight’s cheek. After a few seconds she elaborates, “I wanna fuck your sister-in-law, Twilight, in case that wasn’t obvious.”

“Yeah. I got it, Dash,” Twilight scowls. “Thanks.”

Dash squeezes Twilight once more before letting go. Twilight quickly ducks her arm back so it’s not obvious she was pressing back against Dash’s cleavage, and takes a quick calming breath—maybe Dash feels a little scolded? Finally.

Twilight, eager to move on from the subject of her relatives and their relative fuckableness, says, “Anyways—”

Dash leans forward onto Twilight’s back and wraps her arms around her waist. She almost has to stand on her tip toes to rest her chin on Twilight’s shoulder. Her breasts mash against Twilight’s wings.

Twilight gasps and braces herself against the edge of the table. “D—Dash!”

Dash sighs. “She’s just such a sexy Princess. It’s those fucking dresses she wears, you know? They’ve all got that slit up the side—” She slides a hand down Twilight’s thigh and up again. “—and the cleavage is always cut so deep.” Dash grabs Twilight’s tits and squeezes to demonstrate. She’s got nothing on Cadance, of course—possibly only Fluttershy does—but Twilight gets the message. “I bet her underwear is super expensive. If she wears any at all.”

Fluttershy nods seriously. “Oh, I know. She’s so beautiful. I could never wear her dresses. I’d be far too embarrassed!”

Dash hugs Twilight around the waist. “Yeah, she’s super hot. Your brother, too. C’mon, Twi’. You’ve got a good imagination. Surely . . . ”

Twilight can easily imagine a pair of strong white pecs instead, with larger hands hugging her and a deeper voice encouraging her and making her feel beautiful instead of making her feel like a toy. Oh, now is not a good time for all of this. She still needs time to settle things.

Twilight looks up at Fluttershy, pleading for assistance.

Fluttershy sips her tea, drawing out the moment. Her face is a little red, her wings a little proud, her smile a little sneaky. “Tell me about your trip. How are the lovely couple doing these days?”

Twilight gulps. “Well—well, they’re fine, I guess.” Dash slips one hand under the bottom of Twilight’s shirt and holds her stomach, teasing her navel with a finger. “Uh, they’re thinking of having a baby one day, but they’re not sure when.” The other hand goes back to her hip, this time sliding her skirt down a little, then a little more. She’s not allowed to look, but she can feel her underwear is showing. “The wastelands have receded even further; the Heart is more—Ah!—more centered and properly grounded than when we were there last.” Dash grinds her abdomen against Twilight’s rump. “It’s actually pretty uneventful there, for once. So, uh, yeah,” Twilight finishes lamely, breathing a little heavily and trying hard not to arch her back and press her butt into Dash—or at least try not to be too obvious when she does.

“Did you three have fun?”

“Yes . . . ”

Here Twilight pauses, looking at the table so Fluttershy can’t see all the little tells on her face—not just because Dash’s wandering hands are stretching the line between friendly and less-than, but also because she knows she cannot bluff very well. Twilight figures maybe thirty percent of her trip is safe to share, even with these two who know some of her darkest secrets and who have seen her at her most vulnerable, disgusting, and pathetic. That trip was private. Personal.

Fluttershy sits and waits patiently. Chatting with Twilight while Dash gropes her and slowly undresses her is nothing new, and Twilight often needs a few moments to catch her breath. But she won’t wait for long. Twilight licks her lips and opens with the safest bits.

“ . . . yes, it was fun. They took time off to entertain me and pamper me. Cadance had some delicious cakes, and Shining had stories to tell, and I told them about how things are in Ponyville. We stayed up late and got drunk on wine, they took me on a tour of their city, and—oh! Cadance showed me their library. Did you know they have a whole—”

Dash slides her hand up under Twilight’s shirt, lifting it enough to reveal her stomach, and casually cups her tit.

Twilight’s eyes bug out, and for a second she can’t figure out how to make words from her mouth. The room feels like it’s warmed by a few degrees. There’s a bra in the way, but probably not for long. Dash hates bras.

“ . . . a whole section about . . . the history of Northern ponies . . . and their culture . . . ”

She glances down and watches her shirt shift and shuffle as Dash squeezes and teases and manhandles her breast. A stranger at a distance might not be able to see what Dash is doing, but it wouldn’t take much to figure it out.

“Is that so?” Fluttershy just smiles. Somehow she’s able to keep firm eye contact with Twilight despite Dash’s brazen molesting. Fluttershy wouldn’t be fazed even if Dash ripped her shirt right off.

“So . . . uh . . . ”

She inhales, arching her back and pressing her breast into Dash’s hands. Very slightly, so that neither of them notice, even though she really wants more.

Thankfully, Dash gets the message. She squeezes, and slips a thumb beneath the bottom of Twilight’s bra, gently shoving it up and out of the way. She palms Twilight’s nipple, taking her time to explore and discovering just how much Twilight is enjoying this molestation. Twilight’s basically naked from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her groin for anypony to see.

Twilight takes a deep breath and smiles at Fluttershy. “ . . . so, yeah. A little uneventful, but honestly after everything that’s happened, uneventful was exactly what I needed.”

Fluttershy sips her tea with a casual patience, but her eyes are intense and focused. “Uneventful? Hmm. I heard you had a very eventful weekend.”

Alarm bells begin to ring.

They know. Somehow. Twilight plasters a rictus smile on her face as her mind races. For the moment it’s easy to ignore Dash’s hands. Panic helps her focus.

“What do you mean?” she asks with a forced laugh.

Fluttershy shrugs, still smiling.

But—no! Fluttershy and Dash shouldn’t have any casual acquaintances in the Crystal Kingdom. Cadance and Fluttershy don’t correspond. Neither of them have been away long enough to visit. And neither Cadance nor Shining would’ve told them—or anypony. And it’s been less than a week!

It must be gossip. Tabloid garbage. No real details. Somepony heard something, and told somepony else, who told somepony else . . . all the way to Ponyville. Right.

Twilight can’t lie, but maybe can tell part of it and deflect their curiosity.

“W—well,” she stammers. “Cadance and I . . . we were very close growing up. She used to babysit me, you know. She was like a sister. She knows when I need comforting. And, Shining, too, of course. Um . . . We stayed up late the second night, chatting in front of her fireplace, just the three of us, about nothing in particular. Cadance had a nice bottle of red wine—I forget where it’s from, but it was really good. And they’ve got a really, really soft rug. I really have to ask them where they bought it, because the rugs here in town are nothing compared to it. And—”

“Twilight . . . ”

“We kissed!” Twilight blurts out, shutting her eyes. “Cadance and I. Cadance kissed me. We kissed.”

Dash groans into her ear and grinds against Twilight’s body.

“We drank wine and cuddled in front of their fireplace and kissed. She comforted me, and kissed me, and I kissed her back. We made out. While Shining watched.”

It’s embarrassing and shameful to admit it. Probably the last thing she expected to talk about today. Or ever. What they did that night was private. And yet Twilight feels a definite surge of pride bloom through her. It’s one thing to let her friends play with her tits or call her names or bite her neck or shove her face in their bare laps. Loving somepony is serious. Twilight was an adult that night, and did what adults do, with all the risks and fears and wonders that brings.

Now Fluttershy and Dash know she’s an adult, never mind the playing and the teasing. She can be sexy too.

When Twilight opens her eyes Fluttershy is finishing the last of her tea. She smacks her lips and smiles at Twilight. Twilight stares back, daring her to object or complain or accuse Twilight of—of something.

But it’s not one of those smiles. “That sounds lovely, Twilight.”

“Really? You’re not—mad? Or grossed out?”

Fluttershy blinks, then shakes her head. “Oh, of course not. Rainbow and I care about you very much, Twilight. All we want is for you to be happy. Why, you’re practically glowing.”

Dash hugs her closer, holding her up, and hmms into her neck. Even Fluttershy’s kind, understanding smile is supportive. Maybe they do understand.

Then Fluttershy licks her lips, and her smile turns a little more playful. “It’s too bad all you did was kiss. Right, Twilight?”

“Um—”

Dash’s hand—the hand not currently slipping up under the cup of her bra and feeling her bare breast—slips down inside the front of her skirt. Her fingers tease the crease between her hip and her groin and dance over her panties.

Twilight plants her hands on the table for balance and stares at her little tea cup. Sweet Celestia. This isn’t the first time Dash has had her hand in Twilight’s crotch; usually she’s too impatient to bother playing with Twilight’s panties and just yanks them down to start. If Twilight’s wearing pants, she’ll unbutton Twilight’s fly and shove her hand down like she’s reaching for a wallet in her pocket. Sometimes Dash won’t even do anything, instead will just leave her hand there, even if Twilight has to walk around. But it never gets easier, or any less distracting. As much as she hates being seen like this, Dash knows Twilight’s body, and especially her pussy, better than she does. Dash’s fingers spark a tingle up her spine, warm her blood, and send her into a spiral of anticipation and stress. A hand down her pants doesn’t always mean they’ll get her off—and sometimes it means being strung along on the edge for hours and hours, until she is a sweating, whimpering, begging mess.

There’s no way Dash can’t tell how wet she’s getting.

One of these days Twilight will put her foot down and ask Dash to stop. Maybe. Politely, of course; Dash is still her friend, and she doesn’t want to be mean or hurtful. Until then it’s important not to show Dash just how distracting she is, unless she wants today to be one of those days.

“Twilight?” Fluttershy asks.

Twilight looks up, imagines just what Fluttershy is seeing. “Wuh . . . what?” she finally says.

“What happened after you kissed?”

“What do you mean?”

Leaving her cup on the table, Fluttershy steps up beside Twilight and strokes her cheek. “I think, if I had kissed my brother and sister, I would’ve been very confused. Maybe a little scared.” Fluttershy cups Twilight’s face. “Was everything okay?”

“I—I didn’t kiss Shining,” Twilight lies, nuzzling Fluttershy’s hand.

“Sure you did. Cadance kissed you, and then you panicked and babbled about how you were sorry, and then Shining took Cadance’s place to shut you up. It’s so wonderfully you. We’re not mad. It’s sweet. Shining is a wonderful stallion. You’ve met my brother. I would much prefer kissing Shining to him.”

She has met Fluttershy’s brother, Zephyr. There’s no comparison. Shining is strong, not whiny. He’s patient, not pathetic. And he’s proud of her flaws as well as her virtues, even when he shouldn’t be. He wouldn’t want her to hide her feelings.

“I wasn’t confused,” she whispers. “I wasn’t scared. I love them both.”

Fluttershy runs her hand through Twilight’s mane, brushes some hair from her face. “Tell me.”

Twilight nods, glancing at Fluttershy for a moment before focusing on the cup in front of her. If she can pretend Dash isn’t molesting her and groping her and breathing on her neck, then she can certainly pretend Fluttershy isn’t there either.

“Cadance was sitting beside me, and she was hugging me. I was—upset. She held me and told me everything was going to be alright, and I guess we made eye contact, because all of a sudden she was holding my cheeks and kissing me.” Twilight sighs, feeling the tips of her ears heat up. “It was nice. And really gentle. She set me down on the rug and cuddled up next to me and kept kissing me. While Shining was sitting right there! He was watching while Cadance and I made out and—and hugged against one another. When Cadance pulled back I was sure Shining would be so mad, but he just winked at me. I think they planned the whole thing.”

Dash slips her fingers under Twilight’s panties and teases Twilight’s slit.

Twilight gasps and bites her lip. Dash’s hand is warm, her pressure firm and direct. Without forgetting about Twilight’s breast, Dash starts rubbing her pussy, just enough to keep her distracted and make thinking about how her brother fucked her all night long and into the morning a little difficult.

“Um . . . ” she whimpers.

“Oh, just ignore her, dear,” Fluttershy whispers, above the surprisingly noisy, wet sounds from Twilight’s crotch. She grabs Twilight’s hand and strokes her palm. “Keep going.”

Twilight nods. “Uh . . . Cadance and Shining started undressing me, and each other. The fireplace was really hot. We were sweaty and . . . a little drunk. You’re right, Dash—Cadence has really expensive lingerie. And Shining is . . . ” she sighs, smiling a little at the memory. It’s more embarrassing than anything Dash has ever done to her, somehow, but it makes her feel bold, not gross or slutty. “He’s really sexy, too. I had no idea. Especially when he talks with that low voice he gets sometimes. Oh, f—Ha. Um . . . He crawled up behind me and hugged me while Cadance started kissing my neck, and my chest, and . . . and my breast. He watched over my shoulder, whispering to me. Helped me through it when Cadance touched me between my legs, then—then started kissing me there, too. Cadance started eating me out!” she gasps, still shocked that it happened.

“Oh, my,” Fluttershy breathes. “That must have been so exhilarating.”

Twilight nods. It was. Twilight’s been eaten out more times than she can count by these two, but Cadance’s experienced tongue pressed against her with the weight of years and years of warm memories. When Dash does it, it’s crass, and rude, and overly sexual. Never intimate. “Cadance made it so lovely. And wonderful. I could barely breathe. Shining hugged me and held my hand and nuzzled my neck. And when I was about to—to come, he turned my head and kissed me.”

Fluttershy sighs.

Dash curls her index finger and presses inside Twilight’s pussy.

Twilight squeals and slaps the table in shock. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance, no pull, even as Dash starts sliding her finger in and out.

“Oh, f—fuck!” Twilight squeaks. “Dash!”

“Yo, what’s up, Twilight?” She manages, somehow, to sound affronted. Like Twilight has interrupted her in the middle of brushing her teeth. “Something wrong?” she asks, as she slips another finger inside Twilight’s pussy.

That bitch. She opens her mouth to complain, but then Dash’s fingers touch that spot and the fight evaporates, leaving her helpless in Dash’s arms while she moans like a whore. If there was any doubt in Dash’s mind that Twilight wants this, it’s gone now.

“Did they fuck you?” Fluttershy asks, barely loud enough over the roar in her ears.

“Mmm . . . Ah!” Twilight gasps, squirming. “Did . . . did they fuck me . . . ”

It’s too hard to think. Dash’s fingers stirring up her insides are a poor substitute for Shining’s cock or Cadance’s tongue, but it’s gonna be more than enough. Dash’s fingers are a violation, but they know just where to wiggle and poke and thrust. Twilight squirms, thrusting her rump out, her wings flicking Dash in the face. And Dash doesn’t let up on her breast, either. She squeezes and twists and presses so hard that Twilight knows she’s gonna be red and sore after this. Oh, fuck.

“Twilight.” Fluttershy holds Twilight’s cheeks and stares into her eyes. “Did they fuck you?”

Twilight clenches her eyes shut, ashamed. Of course they did. Shining and Cadance know exactly what Twilight needs, and they love her too much to let things like rules and morals stop them from taking care of her. They kissed her, and fucked her, and made her come, over and over, stopping only long enough to pour more wine and put more wood on the fire. Twilight came and laughed and cried and sang all night long—

And they kissed her. Dash and Fluttershy never kiss her. Oh, she misses them.

Tension coils in her gut, pulling tight and threatening to snap. She’s gonna come. She squeezes her thighs around Dash’s hand and bends forward over the table, trying to hold still. She’s the Realm’s newest Princess. She knows she shouldn’t be doing this. She can’t do this. They’re gonna watch the Realm’s newest and apparently most perverted Princess come, gonna watch her act like a disgusting animal in front of them.

She looks up, her vision swimming as she pants and wobbles. It’s not Fluttershy looming over her, desperate for that last confession. It’s Cadance, eyes blazing, blushing, lips shiny from making out with Twilight. And Shining is behind her, supporting her and kissing her neck while he shoves a massive, wonderful cock as deep inside her as possible, making her cry with joy and pushing her towards a frightening cliff—

Twilight throws her head back, nearly skewering Dash with her horn, and comes with a groan, no longer able to hold off her orgasm in front of them. Her muscles spasm, but the hand on her breast holds her down, and Dash’s body holds her forward. Trapped, but she can’t stop moving and twitching. Her thighs clench around Dash’s hand, trying to keep her in place.

“Ah—Ah! Dash! Dash! Keep—”

Dash’s fingers withdraw—

“No,” she whines, like a desperate whore in heat, and reaches blindly for Dash’s retreating forearm. “No, please, no, don’t do this—”

—leaving a slimy trail of her juices across her inner thigh. Before she knows what’s happening she feels Dash drop to her knees, pull her skirt out of the way, and press her face between Twilight’s buttocks. Her tongue slaps against Twilight’s pussy, hot and wet and wiggling. Too fast, too sensitive! Twilight groans and leans forward, almost crawling onto the table trying to get away, wings straining. Dash holds her hips and buries her tongue inside Twilight’s pussy and eats and eats and eats, and Twilight gasps when another orgasm shoves against her from out of nowhere.

A hand reaches for her chin. Eyes blazing, face blushing, Fluttershy ducks beside her, turns her head to the side, and leans in.

Twilight gasps, tilts her mouth up.

Fluttershy licks Twilight’s cheek. Slobbers right across her face. It’s wet and sloppy and rude and—

Twilight grunts against Fluttershy and comes, low and long.

When her shaking slows to a dull slump, Fluttershy licks away the tears on her cheeks and kisses her forehead. Behind her, Dash presses her face against Twilight’s rump and smears herself with Twilight’s juices.

“Fuck, Twilight,” Dash groans. “I love making you come. It’s like—Bam! Bam!”

“Twilight, dear?” Fluttershy asks, holding Twilight’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Panting, Twilight turns her head and rests her cheek on the table as her body twitches and shudders. Only Dash and Fluttershy know how to make her come like that. Nopony else is brave enough to look past her royalty or friendliness and see what she needs.

“Yeah . . . ” she wheezes. “It’s . . . yeah, I’m okay.” It’s an understatement. Responsibilities? New body? Impending awkward family gatherings? Who cares. In the moment, she’s convinced a good orgasm can solve any problem.

She blinks her vision back into focus. Fluttershy and Dash are leaning over her, looking mildly concerned.

“That was . . . that was very good,” she clarifies.

Dash’s face breaks into a huge smile, then quickly puffs up with pride. “Well, of course it was. I’m pretty awesome.”

With their help, Twilight slowly pushes herself up into a standing position, holding the table until the wobbling stops. She can finally get a good look at herself. Her skirt is caught around her knees, and of course her panties are on the floor, around one ankle. Long streaks of saliva and her own juices have coated her inner thighs. Her shirt is still up over her chest, her boobs hanging out under her bra.

Dash and Fluttershy stare at her with heat and need. Dash doesn’t even notice the smear of pussy juices or the stray hairs from Twilight’s tail on her face. She has no shame ogling Twilight’s naked body, even though she’s seen it in various states of undress dozens of times by now. Fluttershy is focused on her face as she trails her fingers up Twilight’s arm, watching the blush and shame and pleasure fight for dominance. Neither of them is naked, of course.

She gulps, then crouches low, reaching for her underwear.

“Wait,” Dash says, grabbing her hand. “Take them off.”

“Let us do it,” Fluttershy breathes, pulling her away from the table. “Please.”

They reach for her clothing, being particularly handsy about it. Dash helps her step out of her panties, strokes her fingers up Twilight’s calf, then pulls her skirt back up around her hips, leaving it in place. Fluttershy pulls Twilight’s shirt up, careful of her wings and pausing when it’s around her face to paw at her breasts, then unclips her bra and tosses it behind them. They grope and rub and pinch until she’s left in nothing but a sticky skirt, which probably won’t be there for very long.

Twilight holds her hands at her hips, trying not to cover herself or appear too embarrassed. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before.

“Twilight,” Fluttershy says, running her hands up and down the inside of her legs. “Are your legs longer?”

“I think so.”

“I knew it,” Dash says. “And I’m pretty sure her butt is bigger, too.” She crouches beside Fluttershy and smooshes her face against Twilight’s ass and sighs. “I love your butt, Twilight. Do you think you could stop wearing pants for a few weeks? Panties, too. Maybe just a tiny skirt. You don’t need to go anywhere. We could do your errands, if you just wanted to stay like this all day.”

Twilight imagines the look of worship on Dash’s face, squeezing her cheeks against Twilight’s cheeks and cooing like a filly with a new stuffed animal on Hearth’s Warming Eve, and can’t help but snort. She sniffs and wipes at her eyes. Not having to be a Princess is very tempting. “So long as nopony else can see.”

Dash taps her chin, then shakes her head. “Naw. Everypony should get to see you.”

Fluttershy threads her fingers through the feathers on one of Twilight’s wings. “I agree. You really are so beautiful, Twilight. Like the Princess we always knew you were.”

Oh, dear. Twilight blinks furiously, a silly smile reaching from ear to ear. She could take or leave the groping, and the name calling, and the threats. And she’s supposed to be above petty concerns like looking pretty. But the chance to forget her insecurities and feel loved is worth it all.

Dash plants a huge, sloppy kiss through her skirt right on her ass, then gives her tail a sharp tug.

Twilight yelps and whirls around, glares at Dash.

Dash stands and smirks. “So. Did you make it?”

“Did I make what?”

Fluttershy stands on her other side. “The potion, dear. That’s why we’re here.”

“Which—Oh,” Twilight says with a gulp.

That potion. The one that Dash and Fluttershy have been hounding her for, once they heard she could make it.

The one that will give one of them a dick.

Author's Note

I've always felt that hooves and chests are inferior to hands and tits. Groping and hugging and feeling somepony up is just awkward on all fours. But I'm not about to try writing EQG or something. Now, with anthro, I can have the best of both worlds!

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