怪談とポニー Ep3 - Wet job

“…and I’m bothered by another thing!” As if continuing the interrupted discussion, Windy Mane stated meaningfully, squeezing the toothbrush in her teeth and leaning her back at the bathroom door. The girl sported only the tiny panties and the towel hanging around her neck and was ruffling her short damp mane with the most thoughtful look before the caressing eyes of the girlfriends. “It is a six-bed cabin,” elaborated she in a moment, making an insinuating mien. “If you understand what I’m implying.”

“Hmmm… You got a point!” agreed Flaunty – the girl was sitting on the bed in a long t-shirt, carefully examining her toenails. “Judging by the number of volunteers, I wonder if the camp staff isn’t forced to add berths, let alone leaving some unoccupied,” she raised her glance at the girls.

Wrapping in a blanket, Lacy and Misty nested in the bed half-sitting and nodded in agreement, catching up with their friends’ thoughts at once. After the shower, the pegasus sisters thought that the furniture drastically called for some rearrangement. Without further fuss, Flaunty and Windy pushed their beds together, placing the nightstands on both sides. After a short argument – who would be sleeping closer to the door – the sisters decided to change, letting Flaunty be “on guard” for the first time. Misty and Lacy liked the idea and, in a couple of minutes, the twins helped them to make similar changes to their sleeping places. The girls decided that the unleashed elements outside were making the further acquaintance with Trishores camp hardly pleasant, and the falling dusk only cemented their decision to stay indoors tonight. Sleeping usually naked, Lacy and Misty (who found that method quite comfortable lately) were warming each other, cuddling together.

“I would be extremely surprised if they don’t put somepony else in here,” muttered Flaunty, leaning over and plugging her cell phone charger into the outlet – the morning alarm was supposed to sound even on the “turned off” device, but not if the latter was drained out completely.

“Right!” Windy sounded slightly muffled because of the toothbrush. “That would… limit our freedom likely. They will be watching each of our steps here, unwittingly or on purpose, it won’t matter,” she shook her head, wiping a drop of toothpaste foam from her chest.

“You’re talking as if we are already investigating something!” Misty glanced at her friend humorously.

“Mmm… If you don’t want to find out why the camp was unused for several years or about Singularity’s role and strangeness in her behaviour, then – no,” Windy alternated from one leg to another, giving her hips a sway; the girl knew which levers to pull for most effect.

“I do, but…” for a while, Misty was musingly brushing through Lacy’s mane – the earth filly almost dosed off on her chest. “What if we are going to look for a black cat in a dark room where is none? We all know that miss Singu is strange by the most common standards. I mean,” she looked at the sisters with a smile, “let’s simply find out something about the situation before we start breaking the rules.”

“Yeah! That’s my girl!” Windy showed a thumb up, peeking out from the bathroom and wiping her mouth. She yawned, throwing a glance into the window where the downpour slowed down; by its look, it was going to water the surroundings for a few hours more. “Let’s hope we won’t get flushed away overnight…”

The knock on the front door broke the monotonous rustling of the rain on the cabin roof. It was the second, louder one as the first was probably overshadowed by the distant strike of the receding thunderstorm. Windy and Flaunty exchanged glances; Lacy opened her eyes a little, waking.

“Hmmm… Maybe you need to start making predictions, sis,” smirked Flaunty, sitting up on her edge of the moved-together beds.

“Nah… That’s Misty’s turf, I was simply stating the obvious,” Windy shrugged, wrapping the towel around her chest like a banded top and raising her voice. “Come on in! It’s unlocked.”

The front door screeched, letting in a stream of damp chillness – the wall of rain was still wavering behind the doorway – and revealing three figures of various heights. The tallest took a moment to close and shake the water off a giant umbrella cane. Closing the door and banishing the humidity from the comfort of the brightly lit cabin, the mare put her umbrella right beside and lightly pushed two shorter silhouettes forward, so all three finally stepped into the light.

“Good evening, girls!” the deep, velvet voice could let the friends recognize its owner even blindfolded. If miss Singularity sounded almost girlish, the voice of that teacher seemed to envelop you as a butterfly stuck into a honey-trap. “Settling down nicely, I see. By the way, you missed supper?” she sounded surprised.

Aime Lerie, the art teacher of Pinewatch high, brushed her hand through her slightly damp mop of cheek-length flaxen hair, scanning the entire room with a single piercing gaze of the attentive azure eyes momentarily catching all the details from under the long fluffy eyelashes. The glance of a true artist stopped at Flaunty: with a tiny smile, the mare nodded to one of her talented students.

“Not bad, ma’am!” confirmed Windy, leaning on the corner. “We decided for the sleep over the meals tonight.” The teacher’s glance slid across the tomboy filly, her arms crossed on the chest, and diverted to the younger of the earth fillies coming with her.

“Excellent!” Miss Lerie gave an encouraging smile to the filly. “I’ve got new neighbours for you, girls. I’m sure you’ll get along nicely.” She made a welcoming gesture for the fillies; the gracious hand softly lay on the shoulder of the younger one, squeezing it encouragingly.

Fortunately, all three came there mostly shielded from the bad weather by that giant umbrella; otherwise, their looks could cause a riot in likely any company, be it of colts or fillies. Especially, the looks of their art teacher. Even dry, the thin colourful t-shirt was fitting Aime Lerie’s inscrutably large yet firm breasts so tightly, that view would have easily caused any beholder’s mouth to water. Emphasizing her round hips, the jeans were rolled to the knees, not to be drenched. All three came barefoot; the fillies were holding their shoes and crumpling their bags’ handles a bit embarrassedly. They were in the light, thin, above-the-knee sundresses, looking very similar in colour and style; Misty and Flaunty glanced at each other understandingly – those sundresses could have looked absent if getting wet.

“Surprisingly, we still had a few vacant places,” elaborated miss Lerie with a shrug, her breasts gave a sway under the thin fabric. “And miss Singularity remembered about the fillies of the good old friend of hers. She asked me to settle them into the decent company.” That made all four friends exchange glances, snorting inwardly.

“So, here we are…” Aime Lerie waved her hand theatrically. “Please love and respect, Reona Tetra,” she nodded at the older girl, “and Ola Tetra!” Her warm, smiling glance shifted to the younger filly, who was alternating between miss Lerie and Reona as if looking for encouragement.

“Hi, girls!” Misty and Flaunty gave a smile.

“Hola!” Windy moved her fingers in the air in a greeting gesture.

Not sharing a word, the girls mutually decided to treat the new fillies with friendly politeness, meanwhile, trying to figure out who was who. Misty’s eyes – and the girl was sure her friends’ as well – kept examining the newcomers. Having the considerable age difference, the sisters were waking a natural question.

‘How could they both be in the same summer camp with us?’

The older one, Reona, looked rather like one of the Pinewatch graduates if not the college starter. She wasn’t taller than Windy and Flaunty, but somehow Misty realized that the girl must be at the very least a couple of years older than the four girlfriends. Somehow – Misty couldn’t tell why, so it was her gut feeling rather – Reona seemed to be in her twenties at least. Tilting her head slightly, the girl threw an appraising look around the room and then at the four friends, lingering on each shortly but undoubtedly making conclusions already. When her eyes stopped on Misty, the latter noticed them being heterochromatic – the right eye was sky-blue while the left looked almost golden in the soft light of the cabin. With a faint calm smile, the newcomer nodded to the unicorn girl lightly, momentarily determining the informal leader of their company (despite the girls having barely dropped a word yet) – Misty focused inwardly. Reona’s hand lay softly on the shoulder of the younger girl, making the friends’ attention follow unwittingly.

Ola, on the contrary, was hardly hitting thirteen. By the looks and the glances she was throwing at the sister, Misty would likely say something about eleven maximum. Even if the latter was disputed by her figure, quite developed for that age, be it her pronounced round breasts or strong shapely legs. Ola’s eyes were still the widely open eyes of a foal. Maybe of a foal who had been through a lot, including not very bright moments: strangely serious and deep, they looked around with some foalish curiosity and at the same time timidity. That combination successfully made the same strange colour difference – Ola’s left eye was sky-blue while her left was sea-green – elude the observer’s first glance. With their bronze skin and darker stripes, both girls could easily be taken for zebras from the first look, but something was different in their shapes and posture. Or maybe the light cinnamon, shoulder-length manes, shared by the sisters, were so uncharacteristic for zebras – Misty couldn’t tell exactly at once.

Meanwhile, Aime Lerie took another look around and brought her palms together with a content clap.

“Well, take your places, girls,” she addressed to the earth pony sisters, “and have a nice rest. The day was long and… wet,” chuckled miss Lerie. “We’ll meet tomorrow, and at the art classes if any of you attend. Good night!” the mare turned around, secretly throwing Ola a glance full of tenderness. Leaving her bag on the floor, Reona took the shoes from her sister’s hands, placing them along with her own on the dryer.

“So, how was the trip, girls?” Flaunty decided to not let the silent pause linger, when miss Lerie left into the quietly whispering rain, taking her umbrella. “I’m Flaunty, by the way. Flaunty Mane and this is my sister Windy,” she nodded at the redhead still leaning on the wall.

“Misty Lagoon,” Misty shortly introduced herself, watching the earth fillies with interest. “And this sleepyhead is Lacy Reins!” Wiping her eyes and reaching for the glasses, Lacy just rose her head from Misty’s shoulder, making the younger filly give a tiny giggle.

“It’s been a pleasure!” Reona let out a smile, walking into the room. “The road was fine, thanks! Maybe lengthy a bit…” The voice was totally corresponding to her look, melodic and at the same time serene as if nothing could discompose the filly in this world. “You see, we don’t know anypony here except miss Singularity, so… But everypony was nice.”

“She was nice, too!” chirped Ola, fluttering in after her sister and, obviously, meaning miss Lerie.

“Yeah!” the friends exchanged humorous glances. “Kinda!”

“She is a high-class professional,” added Flaunty diplomatically under the evaluating glance of Reona, making the girl nod musingly.

Reaching the free beds, the earth fillies stumbled for a second. Misty and the others noticed how Ola’s thin palm slid into Reona’s bigger one; the sisters’ eyes alternated between each other and their beds in slight confusion. Unlike the rest, the remaining two beds stood apart, feet to feet, separated by the aisle. Looking up at her sister, Ola pursed and bit her lower lip.

Windy woke first: pulling the towel off her chest, she slapped Flaunty on the butt with it lightly.

“Come on, Flo!” winked she, ruffling her mane and throwing the towel on their beds. “Let’s provide some sisterly help.”

“So, pals, are you okay about not having a window above your heads?” Windy asked, standing in the aisle with hands akimbo. Two girls were only blinking in bewilderment, with a silent acknowledging gesture.

“It’s cool that we haven’t yet unpacked and placed our stuff,” noticed Flaunty. Before anypony could drop a word, the pegasus twins squeezed past the newcomers; in a matter of seconds, they were already moving the large empty wardrobe into the corner with little effort, followed by the widened eyes of the earth fillies. The single chair ended up in the same corner, freeing the opposite.

“We can also help!” catching up with their friends’ idea, Misty and Lacy jumped out of the bed in a blink of an eye, eager to take part in the new rearrangement. Reona and Ola turned to stare at them, a light flush painting their cheeks. Misty realized too late that going to sleep, both she and Lacy took off their clothes and were now completely naked. The unicorn and earth filly exchanged glances.

“So what, it’s an all-girls room,” Lacy waved the problem away, making them both gave a laughter – the girls approached one of the remaining beds determinedly, lifting it and moving onto the vacant space. The second bed followed shortly, tightly pushed up to the first, while the nightstands were placed at the sides by the twins. The entire operation took a matter of seconds, leaving Ola and Reona to bat their eyelashes in the middle of the room with their bags dropped on the floor again.

“That’s it!” stated Misty when everything was done; Windy and Flaunty hugged her and Lacy around the shoulders, and the four friends looked at the new girls. “Welcome!” Watching that strange company, the earth fillies unwittingly broke into a smile.

“Thank you!”

“So, what do you think?” Flaunty lowered her voice. “Personally… and as somepony who can peek deeper behind the curtains,” emphasized she with an expressive gaze at Misty.

They could talk almost freely: the shower noise and muffled giggling barely reached the friends’ ears – the bathroom door closed tight enough. After rearranging their beds and shoving their belongings, partially into the nightstands and partially into the old wardrobe (all the girls fairly divided the storage space between them), the Tetra sisters skipped to the shower. The younger one already nodded; but they couldn’t hold from the pleasure of washing away the road dust and, judging by the sounds, some splashing and frolicking as well.

“It’s only the first impression,” Misty shook her head slowly; her palm was musingly brushing through Lacy’s soft mane. The earth filly dozed off on Misty’s shoulder, cuddling her unicorn friend and smiling through the sleep. “I can’t tell much for now,” Misty almost whispered, squinting at the bathroom door. “Of course, they seem the loving sisters simply, but there is something deeper to them. More than between a younger and older sister… Even if they have come through much,” added the girl a little later.

“Perhaps,” Flaunty was to agree after some thinking. “The eyes give them out. I couldn’t fix on Reona’s glance long enough, but Ola’s are surprisingly bright and sparkly, yet unfittingly deep for her age. I’ve never seen eyes like these in foals!” She fidgeted a little to lie with more comfort, considering the wings under her back, and not to wake the already sleeping sister.

Lulled by the slowing down rain, Windy drifted away into the dreams, sprawling over the blanket. With her measured breath, the girl’s small breasts went up and down slowly, her nipples perking in the breezy air from the ajar window. Resting her head on one hand, she nested another into Flaunty’s palm, completely breaking her image of a tough hotspur at that moment and causing a smile on Misty’s lips.

“So, you noticed also,” confirmed Misty, leaning her head to Lacy’s tenderly. “Not only expression but the colours… Quite an interesting case of heterochromia in both sisters, don’t you think?”

“That’s the term on the back of my tongue!” The girl raised her index finger. Lacy muttered something through her sleep, nuzzling deeper into Misty’s neck. Lowering her tone, Misty threw a cautious gaze at the bathroom door. “They look complimenting each other. As… as if there were bonds even more solid and inborn than between simple sisters. Even more than between me and Fran probably.”

The shower fell silent, and so did the girlfriends. With the click of the latch, the bathroom door opened, letting out a small cloud of steam and the mysterious earth fillies. The older girl was carrying the younger in her hands; almost sleeping, Ola was hanging on Reona like a koala cub, wrapping her arms and legs around her sister’s body. At the view of the girls cuddling their sleeping friends, Reona let out a tiny smile; the girl quickly paddled barefoot on the wooden floor, taking the sleepy filly to their bed. Flaunty and Misty’s attention got drawn to the unusual stripes. They started from Reona’s straight shoulder blades, shapely back with rare drops of water, round butt and back of her legs, going forward under slightly varying angles. The stripes reached the breasts and stomach with the thinning out ends, without closing the full rings thus leaving the girl plain bronze in the front. The same pattern could be seen on Ola, clinging to her sister.

Misty’s eyes slid to the girls’ cutie marks – a crazy idea that they would have looked more complete if merged glimpsed in her mind. Staring as if right through the opposite wall, the unicorn girl was still thinking over that while the stripy sisters crawled under the cover.

“Good night, girls!” Reona’s voice sounded tired; Ola could only reply with a thin cute yawn.

“Good night!” also wished Misty, automatically reaching to the light switch on the wall with her aura.