It didn’t go unnoticed by Trixie.
She may not have known the exact moment that the pegasus made such a gesture, but when she stirred it had been the first thing on her mind.
Feathers softly brushing across Trixie’s back with each rhythmic breath.
It was not something she was accustomed to, that feeling. The feeling of physical warmth given to her by another pony, especially so absent-mindedly. Particularly outside of sex. It was strange, to say the least.
She wasn’t quite sure if she liked it.
Trixie opened her eyes to gaze unabashedly upon the mare. There was something so impossible about it. The way her ears did nothing more than the occasional flick at the song of the wrens outside the hotel. The way the edge of her pillow folded upward against what were once untamable lips. The way her eyelids somehow hid those dauntless fire eyes behind a serene blue.
It shouldn’t have been so shocking really, her helplessness. Not after last night, and then all the other “last nights.” She’d seen the weakest of her then, when she was willingly surrendering her body, and undoubtedly her pride, to Trixie’s will.
And yet, each morning after, it was the sleeping that baffled Trixie the most. It was when they lingered in each other's presence long after they’d both received all they’d wanted out of the other. Satisfied. When somehow, time and time again, they decided it wouldn’t be too terrible to stay together for a night. And then for a morning. And then maybe for some coffee.
The parts of herself that she didn’t actually sign up to show her. The parts in between.
The parts that were quiet.
And impossible.
Up until recently, the very concept of sleeping with an egocentric loudmouth such as her would have been enough to make her gag. She pretty much hated the damn pony.
She was an exhaustive, impulsive idiot that would never shut up about herself, who probably still thought she was better than Trixie. She could always read it in her eyes.
Eyes that never met hers. Like she was too good for that. But Trixie was too good for her anyway.
And somehow, the mare was still so full of pride and joy and friendship and life. Held so much friend material it made Trixie sick, really.
So of course she would drape a wing over Trixie’s back. It was just a small little instinctual thing. She probably wasn’t even awake when she did it. She was just that way. It was so natural for somepony like her to show affection. Even when it didn’t really mean anything. Not really.
Afterall, they had both grown exceedingly comfortable with each other's bodies over the course of their little relationship. Perhaps it would be weirder if they hadn’t been making physical contact in some fashion. The touch was only second nature. It was natural. Familiar.
Valued.
The rainbow mare made a noise in her sleep, her eyes squeezing for a second as Trixie felt her wing adjust.
Trusted.
If most ponies offered to pin her to the ground by her wings and fuck the harmony out of her until sunrise, Trixie was certain she would not have admitted to the desire.
She had an image to maintain after all, and Trixie could understand that.
And so she was the only pony who knew.
And so the responsibility had fallen onto her alone to manifest her desires.
This pony had entrusted her with that. And she really did seem to trust her, didn’t she?
…Not that it meant anything. It was just a change of pace. That’s what it had been for both of them. A change of pace.
Trixie’s experiences outside of this one mare were all the same. The ponies were all the same. They all wanted the same thing and Trixie had given it to them without a second thought. Occasionally she’d even get some bits out of it. And it wasn’t like Trixie blamed them or anything, she was one hell of a mare. Who wouldn’t want a piece of her?
It was nice being able to let go like that, when the lights weren't on and the pressure was off.
Or at least, it was at first. She just didn’t care for it much anymore, didn’t really feel anything. Too… exhausted. At some point she'd started to feel gross, thinking about how many ponies she'd passed her body around to like a hot potato. Or like a wet towel that had been twisted and squeezed and twisted and squeezed until it just didn’t have anything left to give.
The rainbow pegasus was different though. Wanted something different.
This one wanted Trixie to do the squeezing.
Behind all that flashy nonsense about being unstoppable, she wanted somepony to dare and hold her down. She had apparently wanted it for quite some time, in fact, but nopony had enough courtesy to ask. Nor had she the confidence to ask anypony for it.
Ponies just don’t… see me that way, she had explained way back in the beginning. And… I think I want to keep it like that.
So nopony would ever know.
It had been a conversation at the Ponyville spa of all places. Although their personalities never usually blended well, somehow they had taken to talking that day. Too worn out from their individual states of unmet relaxation, perhaps, to even consider banter, or avoiding each other altogether.
The spa was a place for Trixie to wind down after all, and she hadn’t been about to ruin that if she could help it. Perhaps… she had felt the same. And so they had simply vented to each other, just for that brief moment. And that brief moment, in one way or another, had just… turned into longer moments.
Hotter moments.
The pegasus yawned again, her voice reminiscent of a squeaking mouse as she stretched out her furry cyan forelegs and unpruned wings. She rubbed her eyes with those wings, and then opened them to glance back at Trixie, or at least her body. Luminescent magenta gazing into her back. And she didn’t say anything, she just watched it.
And Trixie watched her.
Until it was the other’s turn to look at a face, and Trixie pulled her gaze to the mare’s chest.
And then the other mare sighed through her nose and resumed her original position, her wing falling onto Trixie’s back once more.
Only to retract it immediately, as if the touch had burned her, nervous guilt smeared across her face. Her hoof ran beneath her mane, eyes in the corner as she let out an all too conscious laugh. “Uh, sorry, heheh. If that’s… weird.” A pause. “…Is that weird?”
Neither really existed to the other. They were only each other's immediate gratification tools. Nothing more and nothing less. That’s why it was such an appropriate question to ask. They both knew. Of course it was weird.
Trixie yawned. “Nah.”
And the other mare looked at her.
And Trixie looked back.
And as Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, her lips loosened into what might have been something like a smile. It didn’t really matter. “Cool.”
And Trixie might have smiled too. That didn’t matter either. She closed her eyes again as feathery warmth draped over her back. And it didn’t mean anything. Not really.
