Twilight, one of the most powerful magicians in the modern era, well known for excelling at both telekinesis and teleportation, lies on her back, paralyzed and helpless, as Fluttershy, her kindest, most gentle friend crawls overtop her, snarling and drooling. As she prowls above Twilight on all fours, her erection drags and shoves across Twilight’s body, ripe and musky and leaving in its wake a trail of sizzling, heavy ball cream thick enough to scoop with her fingers.

“Fluttershy?” Twilight whispers.

A low growl rumbles out from somewhere deep inside Fluttershy. She lowers her head and sniffs at Twilight’s face, down her neck, under her ear. Her teeth flash, and something deep and ancient inside Twilight surges at the sight.

Twilight gulps, looking around the room and trying to take stock. She can see the empty flask, shining in the window light, with a splash of potion around it. Her tea kettle and a couple of the cups surround the table, dashed with lines of drying cum. And across the floor is Dash, passed out and drooling, her own cock still jutting into the air. It has stopped streaming cum now, but at any moment Dash’s out-of-control balls could start filling again, and it’s only a matter of time before Dash wakes up and decides she’s hungry, too.

Fluttershy shifts her weight and lifts her hand. Twilight winces, but Fluttershy just reaches for Twilight’s breast and starts pawing at her.

“Twilight . . . ” Fluttershy breathes, finally.

Oh, thank Celestia. Twilight arches her chest into Fluttershy’s grasp and asks, “Fluttershy, are you okay?”

Fluttershy shakes her head, nosing at Twilight’s neck. “No,” she grunts, finally. “I don’t think I am.”

More than a twinge of guilt pokes at Twilight’s body. It’s Twilight’s potion that put Fluttershy and Dash in this predicament; it’s Twilight’s need to impress her friends, to enable their needs and satisfy their urges; it’s Twilight’s desire for intimacy. Twilight has been letting her insecurities do the thinking for too long, never mind her hormones. She has to help Fluttershy.

“What do you need?” she asks.

“To fuck you,” Fluttershy says without hesitation, lurching her hips towards Twilight’s. Her cock slaps against Twilight’s stomach, its whole length heavy and hot. Twilight watches with wide eyes as a shot of cum splashes across her sternum, hitting the underside of her breasts and painting her cleavage. Fluttershy moans, pressing that cock into the spill of cum and grinding it up and down Twilight’s stomach. Humping her. She grits her teeth and whines, “Please, Twilight. Let me fuck you.”

Her breath is ragged, and deep. Her nostrils flare with each monstrous inhale of thick, humid air laced with the smell of sex and cum—not helping. Sweat drips down her face. Below, her cock bobs and pulses with her heartbeat. The skin is stretched so tight . . . it must be so sore. Every few moments it jerks and splashes a small squirt of cum. Even though Fluttershy isn’t orgasming, her testicles are churning out an endless stream of what Twilight prays is sterile semen—though with her luck . . .

“Um . . . ” Twilight trails off, watching the aberration bob in front of her—fighting an urge to reach for it. “How else can I help you?”

Fluttershy plants her hands on either side of Twilight’s head and licks Twilight’s forehead. “Stop this awful potion.”

Twilight knows, distantly, that continued exposure to Fluttershy’s potion-laced cum and virile cock musk might be manipulating her priorities. It wouldn’t be the first time Twilight has been under a magical compulsion. And she’s supposed to have trained for this sort of situation. She’s the Princess of thinking things through, of patience and planning. But there’s only one way Twilight can think of to stop this awful potion. Fluttershy simply has to burn through it.

She hesitantly lifts a hand and touches Fluttershy’s cheek. Fluttershy gasps.

“It’s okay, Fluttershy. I’m going to fix this.”

Fluttershy whimpers, nuzzling Twilight’s palm. After a few deep breaths, Fluttershy says, “Okay.”

Twilight reaches between them and touches Fluttershy’s cock.

“Twilight!” Fluttershy cries out. Her cock throbs and shoots more cum over Twilight’s skirt. Just a simple touch like that? If the situation weren’t so dire, Twilight would be proud. She squeezes her hand up and down Fluttershy’s length, feeling the veins and bumps and swollen flesh between her fingers. It’s so hot. She twists her wrist so she can more easily stroke its length, and inhales when Fluttershy bucks her hips and squirts cum all over her forearm, like she’s icing a pastry.

“Gonna . . . gonna come . . . if you keep doing that.”

“Show me,” Twilight says.

She scoots back while holding Fluttershy’s cock in place, and presses it against her pussy.

“No!” Fluttershy gasps, grabbing Twilight’s wrist. Her other hand presses back against Twilight’s shoulder. Fear flashes through Fluttershy’s eyes, the only sign that her friend is still in there, somewhere. “I’ll hurt you!”

“You can’t hurt me,” Twilight lies.

Twilight releases Fluttershy’s cock, then hugs Fluttershy tight and wraps her heels up behind Fluttershy’s hips, pulling her close. It’s a simple motion, but Twilight has never really felt somepony between her thighs like this. She’s never guided somepony between her legs before. When Dash and Fluttershy play with her, she’s the one that winds up between their legs. And when Shining fucked her—well, she can’t really remember the details past the haze of wine and emotion.

Thankfully, Fluttershy knows exactly what to do. The animal that’s been fighting to escape this whole time takes charge and notches its cock into place.

They lock eyes. Fluttershy looks as afraid as Twilight feels. But they both want this.

“F—fuck me,” Twilight says, trying not to sound too eager.

Fluttershy gasps, and shoves her hips forward.

Twilight yells. Fluttershy’s blunt, creamy cock head splits her pussy wide. Ache and pleasure mix as Fluttershy’s cock fills her, sliding inside and hitting all new angles. Instinct squeezes her legs and presses her heels against Fluttershy, holding her in tighter. Sizzling cum shoots deep inside her. Hot, bubbling liquid squirts out around their union and seeps down her thighs, between her ass cheeks and over her dock.

Fluttershy snorts, then pulls back and thrusts again, reaching even deeper.

“Okay, Fluttershy—Ah!—Just . . . just take it slow,” Twilight pants.

Fluttershy shakes her head. “Can’t.” She pulls back, draining a cuntful of cum and pussy juices onto the floor, and thrusts again, shoving Twilight back another few inches.

Twilight throws her head back and exhales with a whoosh. Fluttershy’s cock feels like it’s shoving her womb all the way up into her lungs, knocking the wind out of her. Her legs grip and press against Fluttershy’s hips, her heels digging into Fluttershy’s ass.

“Going to . . . gonna come,” Fluttershy growls, drooling.

“Come for me, Fluttershy. Fill me—Ahh!” Twilight cries.

Fluttershy’s hips speed up, her feet scraping across the floor. Her balls smack against Twilight’s ass in a relentless rhythm. Her face contorts in ecstasy, and the gentle squirts escalate into shot after shot of thick semen splashing deep inside Twilight.

Twilight squeezes Fluttershy with her legs and helps her ride it out.

“Good . . . Good job, Fluttershy,” she croons, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Each of Fluttershy’s thrusts forces the wind from her. “Does that feel—Ah!”

Fluttershy's jaw finds its way around the tight, clenched muscle between Twilight’s shoulder and neck and bites. It’s only her magically inherited Earth Pony constitution that protects Twilight from injury, turning what should be a bloody laceration into a rushing orgasm. Fluttershy suckles the wound into a hickey—Twilight’s never gotten a hickey before, just one of a whole collection of firsts. Drool dribbles down into the hollow beneath her clavicle as Fluttershy slobbers like an animal.

“Fuck,” Twilight grunts, loving it.

Fluttershy pants, “Gonna . . . gonna come.”

Twilight barely registers the words before Fluttershy rams another load of sperm inside her. Is this even helping? So far the outcome from letting Fluttershy fuck her is knocking Twilight’s head into the wall and driving her senseless. What if the potion doesn’t run out?

“Gonna come,” Fluttershy breathes, before her orgasm even finishes.

Twilight groans, feeling rush after rush of cum flood inside her. Each load feels like Shining’s first, freshest load from that night, warming up her insides and igniting long-buried animal instincts demanding that her loving stallion breed her over and over. She swoons, feeling a little hazy.

Fluttershy’s feet slip back, losing leverage with each thrust. She growls and wraps an arm beneath Twilight’s leg, lifts until Twilight’s shin is up beside Fluttershy’s head. Her next thrust is powerful and reaches deeper, spilling cum directly into Twilight’s womb, and Twilight cries out as another orgasm tears through her. The motion twists Twilight sideways, and between the flashes and sparkles in her vision she lays eyes on Dash.

And gasps.

Dash’s cock is gone. Like it was never there. There’s nothing between Dash’s legs except for pristine Pegasus pussy. As familiar and feminine as it gets.

“When did—” Twilight gasps. “How did—”

The potion wore off, obviously. Sometime when Twilight wasn’t looking, because when Dash first passed out she certainly had a cock, standing almost straight up and fountaining a slurry of pearly white spunk all over her groin. The semen is there still, matted into her fur. But the cock disappeared.

It disappeared!

So why is Fluttershy’s cock still here? Why has Fluttershy’s arousal grown and grown, while Dash has simply burnt through her potion—

Twilight gasps.

Dash’s metabolism is higher, especially since she drinks so many—

“Energy Drinks!” she yells. “Fluttershy, it’s the energy drinks! Dash used up the magical calories—”

Fluttershy howls and snarls, shoving Twilight along the floor, almost lifting her lower body off the ground. Her head knocks back against the wall, dazing her for a moment.

But her plan remains crystal clear, even as the room spins: Twilight can accelerate Fluttershy’s metabolism and burn faster through the potion.

She can still save Fluttershy.

Knowing full well that her opportunity to use her teekay without detonating the treehouse is slipping away, and certain that if she doesn’t stop this soon, nothing will, she grabs Dash’s single unopened can and hovers it over. The can trembles in her magic, and when Fluttershy scrapes that part inside her Twilight almost crushes the can mid-air.

Gulping, and concentrating possibly harder than she’s ever had to concentrate before, Twilight cracks the can open, holds it up. With her face pulled in a snarling grimace, and with her body crouched like a dangerous predator, Fluttershy certainly looks like the brightly colored, stylized animal on the can.

“Here! This will make the potion—”

Fluttershy snarls and slaps the thing away.

She always did hate Dash’s energy drinks.

Twilight barely catches the can in her magic before it can spill all over the floor. Does she force Fluttershy to drink it? That feels wrong somehow—nevermind that Dash and Fluttershy have been forcing their own drinks down Twilight’s throat this whole time; Fluttershy will just spit it back in Twilight’s face. And there’s only one can left. Twilight has to be careful. Delicate. Patient in the face of—

“GONNA COME!”

There’s no guarantee the energy drink will work—no guarantee the potion will even wear off on its own. Twilight has no idea what’s going on with anything anymore. Fluttershy could keep fucking Twilight forever, and part of her knows deep down that letting Fluttershy breed Twilight like a whore is the best choice. But she has to do it. Fluttershy is counting on her. Last chance. Backed up against the wall, with nowhere left to flee, Twilight twists to the side, takes a deep breath, then fills her mouth with energy drink. It tastes foul. Overly sweet, thick and syrupy, and possibly illegally tainted with raw magic—of course Dash chugs this waste. Twilight can barely hold a mouthful without coughing, even after a morning spent swallowing many more such mouthfuls of thick, creamy spunk.

Twilight sets her face with determination. This isn’t for her. This is for Fluttershy. Cheeks bulging and lips puckered tight, Twilight holds the half-filled can out of the way, lifts her face to Fluttershy’s, and kisses her.

Fluttershy freezes for a moment, staring deep into Twilight’s eyes. Does she understand? Is the taste going to enrage her? But Fluttershy just opens her lips and kisses back. Twilight’s plan is to coax Fluttershy into some sort of steamy make out session, then carefully open her lips and let Fluttershy drink. Instead, Fluttershy’s tongue spears between Twilight’s lips right away. She doesn’t seem to notice the taste. Maybe she’s never had any of Dash’s energy drinks before, or maybe she’s too far gone to recognize it. Doesn’t matter. Drink spills down Twilight’s chin, mixing with the cum deep in her cleavage. She prays some of it makes its way into Fluttershy’s mouth.

Fluttershy stills as she kisses Twilight, eyes closed, and reaches up to touch Twilight’s cheek, and for a moment it’s almost . . . intimate. Twilight is bent in half, her legs straight up and spread apart, and her pussy stretched wide around Fluttershy’s massive, thrusting cock, but it looks for a moment like Fluttershy actually knows what she’s doing, and whom she’s kissing. She looks thankful.

The realization is too much. Her vision wobbles as another orgasm explodes outwards. Twilight barks out in surprise, spraying some of her mouthful of energy drink over Fluttershy’s face. When she inhales again she chokes and coughs the rest up. She’s wasted so much—there’s no way there’s enough to save Fluttershy—

Fluttershy sniffs at Twilight’s face, then starts lapping up the drink on her cheeks.

Yes! Her magic shaking and winking as she struggles to keep afloat, Twilight hovers the can overtop her face and starts pouring it onto her lips. With her free hand she guides Fluttershy back for another kiss. Their lips touch, and her tongue meets Fluttershy’s. They’re both groaning, their faces moving together. It’s amazing. Twilight rarely kisses other ponies. It’s even better than having a giant magical cock battering her insides, surprisingly enough. As she pours the energy drink over her lips and Fluttershy laps it up Twilight wonders if she could just stay this way forever, could just keep kissing and holding Fluttershy like this—the cock inside her doesn’t hurt anymore, even when it smacks her back and forth and scrapes her insides and swells in orgasm. It fits her perfectly, like Twilight’s insides were meant to swaddle Fluttershy’s enormous cum-spitting cock. In fact, she decides, as the can runs dry and falls to the floor, everything feels pretty relaxing right now, especially with Fluttershy groping and fucking and scratching her, and maybe Twilight could just close her eyes for a bit and let Fluttershy kiss her a little longer . . .

Twilight blinks her eyes open, then hisses when they burn. She wipes and blinks them clear of spit, or semen, or energy drink, whichever, and tries to figure out what happened. She takes a tentative sniff—the room still reeks of sex—and there’s a pleasant warmth in her gut, so it hasn’t been too long. Her throat and pussy are sore, but that’s normal when these two visit. The Earth Pony magic in her body has kept what could’ve been a painful experience down to a dull ache, the kind of ache that will leave her glowing—and complaining—for days.

She sighs and slumps back against the wall with a smile.

“Yo.”

Twilight yelps and flails to the side.

Dash is sitting naked and cross-legged a few feet away, cramming peanut butter-covered crackers into her mouth with one fist and chugging milk from the jug with the other. Fluttershy is curled on her side with her head in Dash’s lap, still out cold. Her cock is gone, finally, and the cum that had coated her groin and inner thighs has disappeared somehow.

“Is she okay?” Twilight asks.

Dash gulps down her mouthful, chases it with some milk, and says, “Whatever you did worked. I bet she’ll be sore when she wakes up, but—uh . . . ” Dash looks away and rubs her chin. “We’ve gotten sore before. Don’t worry about it. Crackers?” she asks.

“Huh?”

Dash slides the plate over. “Do you want some? I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking starving.”

Twilight opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Dash is offering her snacks?

She looks down at the plate. Twilight knocked them both unconscious after poisoning them with an untested potion—and Dash is offering her snacks?

“Thanks,” Twilight mutters, and bites into a cracker. “What about you?” she asks. “Any side effects?”

Dash chugs, burps, and shrugs. “I feel like I’ve been kicked in the abdomen, but I’m also soaring on endorphins so . . . meh?” She wiggles her hand so-so.

“That’s good.” Twilight eats another cracker, then slides the plate back over. “How long was I out?”

“I woke up about half an hour ago. But it’s barely noon, so . . . maybe an hour?” Dash shrugs. “I would’ve taken care of you, too, but—uh . . . ”

Ah. Dash cleaned up Fluttershy. Twilight looks down at herself. She’s still covered in cum. “It’s okay,” Twilight says without thinking. “I know how you feel about her.”

Silence. Dash stares at her, wide-eyed, and it’s a few moments before Twilight hears her own words. Oops.

“You do? I mean—Oh.” Dash plasters an uncaring look on her face. “You do. Oh. Cool. That’s—”

“It’s been pretty obvious for a while, Dash.” Twilight leans her head against the wall. “It’s cute.”

They both look at Fluttershy.

“Well . . . ” Dash starts, resting her hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, “we’ve been friends forever, and we grew up together. And ever since we’ve been fucking you we started getting closer . . . ” She sighs with a smile. “She’s just so—”

“I kissed Fluttershy.”

Dash pauses mid-speech and peers at Twilight. “Oh?”

“Today. When you were unconscious.” She gulps. “So I could force-feed her energy drink and save her from the penis potion. I’m sorry.”

“Huh.” Dash shrugs. “That’s fine.”

“That’s fine?”

“Of course. We’ve all kissed each other before, right? It’s not a big deal.”

“Well . . . I kinda thought you were gonna be really mad at me. You’re . . . you know. Together.”

“Twi’, I stuck my dick in your mouth earlier, and if I hadn’t passed out your cunt was gonna be next. And then your mouth again. I don’t mind you kissing us.”

Liar. “But—You don’t get it. Kissing is . . . I knew how you felt about her. I shouldn’t’ve. At least, not without asking first. But there was no time, and—”

“Twi’, it’s okay,” Dash insists. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Dash—”

Fluttershy grimaces and shifts in Dash’s lap. Her eyes open, and she winces. “Wuh?”

“Hey, you’re awake,” Dash says, stroking Fluttershy’s forehead.

“Hi,” Fluttershy says. A smile spreads across her face, but it’s quickly replaced with a frown. “Oh, I’m sore,” she moans, curling into a ball.

“You’ll feel better soon,” Dash reassures her, stroking her cheek. “I promise.”

Fluttershy lids her eyes and lifts her head to kiss Dash, but pauses when she notices Twilight. “Oh! Twilight!”

“Fluttershy,” Twilight says. “Are you okay?”

Fluttershy stretches and props herself up into a seat beside Dash. “I think so. What about you? I think I was a little rough with you.”

Dash snickers.

Twilight rolls her eyes. “I’m fine. Alicorn body, and all that.”

Fluttershy smiles with a sigh. “Oh, that’s wonderful.”

Wonderful.

Twilight doesn’t really know what to say, and for a few moments it seems Fluttershy doesn’t either.

Dash looks back and forth between them, then coughs. “ . . . Uh, how about I help you clean up?” she asks Fluttershy. “There’s some cum in your feathers.”

Fluttershy smiles, and the two climb to their feet and head up to the washroom, leaving Twilight alone with her thoughts and the simmering remains of several guilty orgasms.

Fluttershy’s and Rainbow Dash’s feet pad into view. After a few seconds, Dash taps Fluttershy’s shin with her foot. “You tell her.”

Twilight looks up. The two have gotten dressed, ready to leave for Applejack’s.

“Twilight?” Fluttershy says, tentatively. “Rainbow Dash and I are sorry about making you give us magic penis potions.”

Twilight chokes on a bit of spit. “Oh—okay?”

“You said it was untested. We shouldn’t’ve gotten so excited, and we should’ve listened to you.”

Twilight stares at Fluttershy. After everything Twilight did, they’re the ones apologizing? “I . . . forgive you?”

“‘Shy . . . ” Dash whines. “I meant the other thing.”

“Oh. Rainbow Dash and I are dating.”

“Congratulations. That’s wonderful,” Twilight says without thinking.

“We, uh, we wanted to tell you, Twi,” Dash explains, frowning at Twilight.

Dash and Fluttershy don’t seem particularly excited or happy at the moment, but then again they’re all a bit tired from the morning’s exertions, and they are holding hands.

“Thank you,” Twilight says. “I’m really happy for you two.” She pauses, searching for the right words. “I’ve suspected as much for a while. At least, I wondered if you two weren’t growing closer, recently. Sometimes I see you two sitting a little closer or touching each other without really realizing it . . . It’s nice. I’m sure the others will be happy, too. Do . . . do they know already?”

“You’re the first one we told,” Fluttershy says. “Oh, and Princess Cadance, too—we asked her a few questions.”

“Right, of course. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

And that’s it. No gushing about feelings, no further explanation.

It’s a happy moment. Two of her best friends are falling in love. They’re all a little tired, sure, but that’s no reason for the heavy mood. They should at least be smiling. When they think Twilight can’t see, they’re usually goofy around each other. Are they worried how she’s gonna handle this news? Maybe they don’t realize she’s already been handling it. Or maybe they feel guilty?

Twilight hugs her knees, then asks, carefully, “Why do you look so upset?” She blinks. “This is wonderful. I’m so happy for you.”

Dash nudges Fluttershy, and Fluttershy tilts her head.

“Well, dear—you’re crying.”

“What?”

Panic grips Twilight for a moment, before she realizes what Fluttershy means. “Oh.” She almost laughs at the mistake. Yeah, she’s jealous of the two of them, and having them confirm their relationship is . . . tough. But she’s still happy. Twilight wipes her face. “I’m not crying. I’m exhausted. You quite literally fucked me into the floor. Heh.” She sniffs and wipes her eyes again. She cried when she was with Shining and Cadance, too, and that was one of the happiest nights of her life. “You were both a little teary-eyed earlier, in case you didn’t notice.”

Dash licks her lips, then says, quietly, “Hey—you’re still . . . okay with all of this, right?”

“Of course. Every time, you and Fluttershy make sure to ask first. I don’t need even more ponies treating me differently.”

“’Cause, you know we wouldn’t be mad—”

“Really, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

Holding the bottom of her dress beneath her, Fluttershy crouches beside Twilight. She puts a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “Twilight—”

“I’m fine,” Twilight says again, rolling her eyes.

“—earlier today, when you told us about your trip to the Crystal Empire, you said Cadance knew when you needed comforting, and that you were upset. She told you everything was going to be fine.”

“Oh, that?” Twilight chuckles. It seems so insignificant. “I was freaking out about being a Princess. They said they just wanted me to visit but I think they invited me on purpose. They know when I need cheering up, and I needed cheering up. And they helped. I’m not freaking out about it anymore, right?”

Fluttershy nods, but doesn’t say anything more.

Twilight sighs. It’s not like this isn’t obvious. Maybe Fluttershy just wants reassurance that Twilight is staying on top of things.

“Really. I don’t feel any different than I did before, except for these silly things. I’m a little taller, my legs are a little longer, and—yes, Dash, my butt’s a little bigger.” She twirls a finger. “So what? Nothing’s changed. I got a new title. That’s it. No, really. Nothing’s changed. I honestly don’t even know why Princess Celestia made me a Princess. Did you know she won’t tell me? She just says it’s time and I’m ready. But for what? To be unbalanced and uncoordinated all the time? Ha! I don’t need wings for that. Or to have people looking up to me and expecting me to do things without me knowing what? You know, Princess Celestia won’t tell me what to do. She hasn’t given me any responsibilities. She just told me I was a Princess and then left. Like it was all some big wonderfully selfless act on her behalf.” She wipes her eyes again. “Actually, I do know one thing they expect me to do: to be happy about it. No—to be excited. Grateful. It’s every mare’s dream to be a Princess, right? Everypony gushes about how lucky I am, how wonderful it all is, how perfect it all seems. Well, guess what? I’m not excited. It wasn’t my dream. I don’t—”

She freezes, realizing what she is about to say. They trusted her with their secret. She should trust them, too, right?

“I don’t want to be a Princess,” she says, blinking away tears. She is crying. She squeezes her lips, then the words start tumbling out: “Ponies don’t recognize me anymore. Not at first. I’m so different now. Even I don’t recognize myself.” She closes her eyes, feeling tears stream down her cheeks. “I don’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore. It’s not just the wings. I’m not me! I don’t know who I am or what I’m supposed to do. I’m just supposed to be a Princess. Everypony’s depending on me—”

“Twilight.”

“—and I’m a horrible Princess—”

“Twilight!”

“—and I can’t do anything right anymore!”

“Twilight, you’re not a horrible Princess!” Dash exclaims, grabbing her arm and holding her still. “You’re just normal Twilight!”

“No!” Twilight insists, struggling against Dash’s grip. “I’m Princess Twilight!”

Dash releases Twilight and pulls back, unsure what to say.

Twilight hugs herself closer and whispers, “I had plans. Checklists. Everything was on track. Now nothing makes sense. I was thinking about a job. Going back to school. Maybe even finding another pony. Everypony else is dating and falling in love, and I was supposed to do that too. But now what? Ponies don’t fall in love with Princesses.”

“We love you,” Fluttershy says.

Dash nods frantically. “And loads of ponies fall in love with the Princesses! I’m sure somepony—”

Anger flares inside her. “Don’t.”

Dash sighs. “Twi’, who cares if other ponies stare at you? Fuck ’em. We know who you are. You’re still the same dorky librarian nerd we’ve known for years. You’re kind, you’re brave, and you’re smoking hot.”

Twilight glares at the floor.

Fluttershy touches her chin and lifts her head gently. “Rainbow Dash and I have known each other since we were foals. But you've touched our lives in so many ways since we met you. We want you to be a part of ours.”

Twilight looks up at them, through the blur of tears, and whimpers, “Then why don’t you ever kiss me?”

Fluttershy crawls atop her, holds her chin, and presses her lips to Twilight’s.

Twilight gasps and tries to slip free—she’s already wedged herself into a corner, like an idiot—then pushes helplessly against Fluttershy’s chest. “Mmph—Stop! I didn’t—You don’t have to—” she says, speaking into Fluttershy’s lips. She’s fucked everything up now. When will she ever learn to just let things go? “Fluttershy—please, it’s not fair—Mmph—don’t do this!”

Fluttershy doesn’t budge, doesn’t say anything, just rests her body atop Twilight’s, pulls herself closer, and kisses her. Fluttershy’s body is warm and pleasantly heavy. She shifts her weight, settling in. It’s rather lewd, and awkward, and Twilight doesn’t know what to do or how to act in this situation. A friend wouldn’t kiss another friend like this. A mother wouldn’t kiss her child like this. This is more than just a kiss.

It’s not fair. They get to kiss each other all they want, and date and hold hands and fall in love, but Twilight has to have an emotional breakdown just for some intimacy. She doesn’t deserve this.

Twilight exhales, feels more tears well up. “Why are you doing this?” she asks.

Fluttershy nuzzles Twilight’s forehead. Eyes cast downwards and looking rather ashamed, she whispers, “We love you more than you could possibly know.”

Twilight barks out a sob and buries her face in Fluttershy’s shoulder. Fluttershy murmurs something wordless into her mane and gently rocks her back and forth.

It’s nice. Calming. Fluttershy’s specialty.

Eventually Fluttershy pulls back, tears on her cheeks—Twilight’s, probably, maybe—but her current smile is simply, innocently happy: the default Fluttersmile. “You silly, silly pony,” she whispers, peppering Twilight’s face with soft, quick kisses.

Twilight hiccups. “I’m not silly.”

Dash hovers over her, brow cocked, face unreadable.

“Were you making out with my girlfriend? After we just told you we were dating?”

Twilight panics. “Dash, I, uh—” she babbles. “I’m sorry—”

“That’s pretty fucking hot.” Dash pushes Fluttershy out of the way, takes her place, and shoves her tongue down Twilight’s throat—Dash’s specialty.

Fluttershy settles to the side, holding Twilight close and watching with a smile.

Dash licks her lips then touches her forehead to Twilight’s. Tears stream down Twilight’s cheeks. She cries, covered in pleasant warmth.

It’s nice.

It doesn’t last nearly long enough. Dash fidgets and sighs—their bodies are pressed together in an awkward but comfortable pile, with hands in places far more intimate than friendly, so every motion makes Twilight startle—then she says, “So . . . ”

Though Twilight could keep doing this forever, they have their own relationship to explore now. They haven’t solved anything. After they leave, they’ll have each other, and Twilight will still be alone. But it’s a start. They two have seen her at her worst, at her most shameful, and they’re still here. Maybe they’ll kiss Twilight again.

And if they do, hopefully they’ll relocate to a bed or a couch or somewhere soft, first.

Twilight tries to stand, but Fluttershy holds her tight around the waist, pretending to ignore her.

“Applejack is waiting for us, you know,” Dash reminds them.

Fluttershy strokes Twilight’s cheek, then turns to Dash. “Why don’t you go let Applejack know we can’t make it today. We can try again tomorrow, maybe—”

“No!” Twilight insists, waving her hands, as Dash climbs to her feet. “No. Please. Don’t—I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. Go. She’s expecting you. Her barn is important.”

“You think we’re worried about her barn?” Dash laughs. “Her barn always has holes in it. It leaks every single winter. I think she likes her how her shitty barn is always falling apart—”

“Rainbow!” Fluttershy scolds.

“She probably thinks it builds character.”

Twilight giggles.

“Come with us,” Fluttershy says. “I know you’re tired. You don’t have to do anything. Never mind flying or using your magic. Applejack likes you for you, not for your magic, and she was your friend long before you grew your wings. Applejack would love to have you around. And so would we.”

Twilight sniffs and looks away for a moment, blinking furiously. Oh, she is so done with emotions for the day.

“Hey, yeah!” Dash says, then smirks. “And you can brag about how you figured it out before she did. She’ll be so pissed she didn’t notice.”

Twilight snorts. “Okay, fine. I had a checklist of things to do today, but—”

“Oh!” Fluttershy squeaks. “When we asked, earlier—Oh, Twilight! Why didn’t you say so?”

“It’s fine,” Twilight says, waving her hand and pulling herself free. “I’ll get to it tomorrow.”

“Hmm . . . if you say so,” Fluttershy says, letting Twilight stand on her own.

Fluttershy and Dash whisper conspiratorially while Twilight returns to the bathroom. Princess Twilight’s face is streaked with tears, and flushed red. Her mane is a mess, still matted and stained—and sweet Celestia, that hickey! She has no idea how she’ll explain that to Applejack. The wings still look foreign. Twilight scowls, then looks away as she washes her face.

When she climbs back down the stairs wearing fresh clothes—oh, those muscles are sore; should she stay home?—Dash and Fluttershy are holding hands, still whispering, and they look so comfortable in each other’s presence, at least until they jerk apart when they see her.

They really are perfect together.

Twilight looks around the library, feeling the weight of days of cleaning ahead of her. Magic will only do so much, and if any semen got on her books—She marches toward the door, ready to put it out of mind and enjoy a normal, boring afternoon.

“Yo, Twilight—hold still for a moment,” Dash says, grabbing Twilight’s wrist when she reaches for the door.

“What is it? Is there still—urgh, is there still cum in my tail?” she asks, looking over her shoulder. Probably best not to show that to Applejack.

Dash crouches behind Twilight and reaches her hands up under Twilight’s fresh skirt—

“Dash!”

—yanks down her clean panties—

“What are you—”

—and strokes her pussy. “No, there’s no cum in your tail, but—what a fucking surprise. Princess Slut has cum in her pussy already,” she says, slipping a finger inside.

Twilight almost buckles.

“Silly whore,” Fluttershy agrees, patiently watching Dash finger Twilight. “I wonder how many stallions she let fuck her before we got here, hmm?” she asks, reaching to grab Twilight’s breast.

“Wuh—buh—huh?”

“Ha! She can’t even count. Slut.”

Twilight whimpers.

Dash pulls the pair of panties out from under Twilight’s feet, almost knocking her over in the process, and shoves them into her hand. “Hang onto these. So, here’s the deal, Princess. Shy and I are going to take turns fucking you while we’re all at Applejack’s. The work will probably take longer as a result, so we might be there all day. But don’t worry. All you have to do is keep quiet whenever we make you come and she’ll never know. Okay?”

Twilight gasps, tightening her hands into fists and trying not to fidget. “But—what if Applejack sees?” Twilight whimpers. She can already imagine the look on Applejack’s face as Twilight orgasms in front of her. “I can’t lie to Applejack!”

Dash stands up, reaches around Twilight’s waist, and slips her hand down the front of Twilight’s skirt. Her fingers slide up and down Twilight’s slit, spreading this supposed leftover cum everywhere and revealing that Twilight’s quite capable of making her own lubrication.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Dash says, slipping a finger back inside Twilight. Her tone is lightly casual while leaving no room to disagree. “That’s your job, then, Princess I-Don’t-Know-What-I’m-Supposed-To-Do-Anymore. You’ll just have to think up a way to keep Applejack distracted while I’ve got my tongue in your cunt . . . ” Dash trails off, squeezing in a second finger and slowly stirring up Twilight’s insides.

“ . . . or my lips around your horn, dear,” Fluttershy finishes with an innocent smile. She pulls Twilight’s head down so she can lick a long, luxurious lick from the base of Twilight’s horn all the way to the tip, leaving drool in its grooves. “A way that doesn’t involve magic. Somepony once told me Applejack doesn’t like magic around her barn, you know.”

Twilight tries to scowl, but it’s for show. Inside, her heart is racing, and she is already short of breath. These two . . . Dash makes grand statements, but she isn’t known for making threats then backing down. And Fluttershy is nothing if not determined to be assertive. If they promise to fuck Twilight to orgasm after trembling, dripping orgasm in front of Applejack, then that’s probably what’ll happen.

As Fluttershy and Dash joke about whether Applejack’s brother will be there, and whether he’d fuck Twilight if they asked him to, a heavy, wonderful, nervous thrill settles in her gut. She could survive Applejack finding out about how she lets these two treat her, probably, but if anypony else sees her, it’ll be the end of her Princesshood. Period. And as they keep escalating, it gets more and more likely. They’re not going to stop. So it’s up to her, Twilight Sparkle, Princess I-Don’t-Know-What-I’m-Supposed-To-Do-Anymore, to rein in her subjects—or not—as she chooses.

“So?” Fluttershy asks, groping Twilight’s tits. “Will you come? We promise to give you lots of kisses.”

“Y—yeah.”

A smile beams across Fluttershy’s face. “Great! It’s a date.”

She strolls up to the door and throws it open, letting in the afternoon sun. Dash and Twilight waddle forward, with Dash pressed up behind her and her hand still firmly down Twilight’s skirt. Each step is awkward and makes Twilight feel like an ungainly foal, and it would be impossible to see them and not realize what Dash is doing, but she doesn’t complain, because then Dash would stop.

It’s not love, but it’s intimacy, and until she finds one she’ll settle for the other.

Author's Note

The End

See? I know how to write happy endings!

Hey guys! Thanks for reading all the way to the end. What did you think? Too sappy? Too spunky? Too good? Comments motivate me to write more, so if you want more like this, just say so!