Author's Note

It feels like a mistake not to have a content warning here, but I can't think of any.

The Terrestrial Night [Explicit]

“See?” Dash ran her hand up Rarity’s thigh, all the way up until her thumb brushed against her wet slit. “Easy access.”

“It has its charm.” Rarity tried to sound casual and dismissive, though she’d had to such in her breath to do it. “Though there has to be something said for wet fabric, the way it clings to things. That holds an appeal all its own.”

“Yeah, but,” Dash’s thumb parted the sticky folds of Rarity’s lips and trailed up to her clit, brushing up underneath it. Rarity couldn’t hold her breath any more and let it out in a ragged gasp. “Can’t do that, can you?”

“No.” Rarity agreed, and narrowed her eyes. “How did I let you get on top of me, like this?”

“You ‘let’ me?” Dash kept her fingers slow and teasing, keeping the pressure on Rarity, trying to encourage her to sink back down into it instead of winding her up. The problem was Rarity knew that’s what she was doing.

“Yes, let.” Rarity ran her fingers up the back of Rainbow’s neck until she had her fingers entirely tangled in it and pulled, back, until the tilt of Rainbow’s chin was a straight line up. She smiled as Dash’s fingers twitched and went still. “There’s a good girl. Keep going.”

Dash’s head relaxed a little, though Rarity kept her hand where it was. She looked back down with foggy, unfocused eyes. “I can stay?”

“I like you where you are.” Rarity settled further into the couch so she could spread her knees a little wider apart for those wonderful fingers. “I just didn’t want you to get any ideas about it.”

“No thinking.” Dash nodded, yanking her own hair against Rarity’s hand with each bob. “Just do.”

Rarity pulled her down again into the kiss. “What a good girlfriend you are.”

She was still amazed at what an effect the word had on her, even like this. Dash’s foggy eyes closed in a sleepy blink and she shuddered with a dopey grin. Still, she managed to slip two fingers inside and curl them in the most wonderful way, skipping to find all the places she remembered from last time.

Just one of the reasons one-night stands couldn’t compete with relationships. There was no level of skill that ever bridged the gap of already knowing your partner’s body, of remembering what has already been found and explored.

Something bonked the back of Rarity’s head and, much to her frustration, it was enough for Dash to pull her hand away and for the clarity to return to her red-purple eyes.

“What was it?”

“Scroll.”

Rarity reached onto the floor beside them and opened it. It simply said: Check your phone, please. I didn’t think our little prank was that mean, but Twilight feels really bad about it.

Love you both
The Princess

“Eugh.” Rainbow pushed herself off the couch and Rarity sat up, trying to find where she’d tossed her phone. “Did Twilight really just message the Princess to message us to check my phone so she could say sorry?”

“It would appear so.” Rarity brushed her skirt back down and sat up straight as Rainbow stared at the screen. “Well?”

Rainbow tossed the phone over to Rarity, speechless and flushed. Flushed? What apology- Ah. The message was from Pinkie Pie as well.

It was a phone picture of them both in the bathroom, Twilight bottomless and Pinkie topless. Goodness she had a healthy endowment, didn’t she? The threads in those tight shirts of hers must have been rated for suspension bridge cabling. And Twilight, deeply embarrassed, holding up a V with her fingers for the camera and an awkward smile that couldn’t rival the high beams of Pinkie’s enthusiastic white-toothed grin.

Pinkie: Just so we’re even!
Twilight: Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Dash knelt beside Rarity when the phone stayed in her hand, and she’d made no motion to pass it back. “What’re you thinking?”

“You went bright pink when you saw it.” Rarity said. “I’m trying to work out whether it was over Twilight or Pinkie.”

“Both.” Dash admitted. “But also Pinkie. But also kind of Twilight? Except it was mostly Pinkie, but I think also definitely Twilight.”

“Right.” Rarity agreed. “Therein lies my problem.”

Dash’s finger traced Twilight on the phone screen. “I wanna destroy you.” Her finger moved to Pinkie. “I wanna get destroyed by you.”

“Right.” Rarity considered. “So what you’re saying is right now they’re winning.”

Dash’s eyes narrowed. “We gotta send them back something better than this. Say it’s just our way of accepting the apology?”

“Yes.” Rarity clicked her tongue sympathetically. “For Twilight too, poor dear must have been terrified sending this and then having it linger unseen. We really should make it up to her.”

Rainbow took the phone back to switch its camera into selfie mode, but Rarity flicked her ear and snatched it back. “No, horrendous, for such a picture? Are you absurd? I wouldn’t be caught dead at a focal length so unflattering, a 50mm range or nothing.”

“I don’t know what half that means.” Rainbow admitted.

“It means-” Rarity found Dash’s bookshelf, propped the camera onto it at around chest height and considered the lighting in the room. She opened one curtain in the kitchen, closed another near the television, lit the entrance hall light behind her and finally, finally she was ready.

“Two times zoom, is that all? Best we’ll do.” Rarity fiddled with it. “Is a five second timer long enough?”

“Long enough for what?”

“Long enough.” Rarity agreed, physically pulling Rainbow onto the piece of floor she needed to stand. She considered, then meticulously stripped them of the last of what little clothes they were wearing. “Just a little chilly for it, but it’ll look better that way.” She hummed.

“Uh?” Dash kicked the last few shed clothes across the floor and under the glass coffee table where they wouldn’t get stepped on, and Rarity went to start the timer.

She came back and grabbed Dash’s butt for a deep kiss, twisting them both so they faced the camera slightly, Dash’s hand reflexively reaching up to grab Rarity’s breast closer to the camera. A little saucier and more explicit than Rarity intended, but she could hardly complain.

The camera clicked as the timer ended, and Rarity grinned as she kissed Rainbow one last time and took the phone back. The picture was perfect, a beautifully lit shot of the both of them leaning forward to kiss, their stomachs unobstructed, and Dash just a bit on tiptoe to get more of her butt into Rarity’s grip.

Rainbow: We really appreciate it, and as a gesture that no harm was done, we would like to confirm - Rainbow does shave a little lightning bolt. ~ Rarity

Rainbow grinned at the text. “Okay, so we know we’re trying to kick their asses, but they’re just going to think it’s a sign of how not mad we are?” She pulled the picture they’d just taken and kept it full screen, chewing her bottom lip. “‘Cause this is definitely professional amateur porn quality, if they think we’re trying to kick their asses Twilight might think it’s because we’re mad at her.”

“You’re free to add whatever you wish.”

Rainbow: Sorry for taking so long I had my phone off we felt bad about leaving you both hanging.

“You’re not going to sign your name?”

Dash put the phone back on the bookcase with a shrug. “My name’s already on it, you just have to tell them when it’s not me.”

Rarity opened her mouth, closed it. “I can’t argue with that.” She said in the way of someone who obviously wants to.

Dash’s phone buzzed, and Rarity felt like she was about to unwrap birthday presents. The giddy thrill of it - Equestria had no equivalent to what she was doing right now, this was all an exciting first for her. “What did they say?”

“Twilight gave it a ‘wow’ react, Pinkie loved it. Ah.”

Pinkie: THAT’S SO PRETTY! YOU’RE BOTH SO PRETTY!
Twilight: How do you even do that, with a razor? Like, physically.
Rainbow: I make a line with my finger like when you use the gutter rails at bowling
Twilight: Wow that is… really obvious when you say it, I would never have thought of it
Pinkie: SO PRETTY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Twilight: She actually screamed when she saw like
Twilight: Loud
Pinkie: Twilight keeps scrolling up to look at it again
Twilight: Tattle-tale!
Twilight: Dibber-dobber!

“Dibber-dobber?” Rarity raised an eyebrow, heart hammering in her chest.

Dash smirked, taking the phone back. “Yeah, they’ve really rubbed off on each other.”

“That’s a bit cute.” Rarity tilted her head. “I would joke about having rubbed off on each other, but they both seem far too…”

“Sweet and innocent?” Dash finished for her.

“I didn’t want to sound mean since they’re your friends but, I suppose so, yes.” Rarity smiled. “And here we are, playing the roles of wicked temptresses, corrupting that innocence…”

“You’re getting really into this.” Dash snickered. “It’s actually kind of hot.”

The phone buzzed again, and Dash’s eyes widened and she flushed deeper still. Rarity didn’t even bother to ask for the phone, Dash’s grip on it was so tight she wasn’t sure she’d hear a question if it was asked, so she stepped behind her again and leaned over her shoulder to see…

A selfie taken in the shower, Pinkie crouching at Twilight’s naked hips with the camera held at arm’s length, and Twilight standing uncovered with elbows bent. The picture didn’t capture above her naked chest, but Rarity would have put any amount of money on it she was nervously chewing the joints of her knuckles when this was taken.

And there was Pinkie with an electric razor in the other hand. She’d done her absolute best to draw three little balloons on Twilight, little purple tufts of hair, but the thin strings underneath them had been too much to manage for a first try and were gone completely. Still. Pinkie was obviously proud, and giving the camera a huge wink.

Pinkie: What do you think? Looks cute right?
Twilight: It’s hers not mine because she’s the one that’s going to be looking at it, before you even ask.
Pinkie: That’s what I told her but the real answer is because she’s mine HA HA HA HA

Rarity stared at the message in shock. “We’re losing?” She asked Dash, incredulously.

“I thought you said the selfie angle was unflattering!”

“It is, that’s the worst part.” Rarity muttered. “They’re just far too flattering for it to even matter.”

“You totally know they’re going to forget they did this later, then Pinkie’s going to pull Twilight’s pants off and see it and remember again for the first time and she’s going to smile like… like…”

Rarity imagined the smile. It was heartrendingly sweet. “You know what gets me? Here she makes a gesture of being possessive over Twilight, and then she’s so joyful about sharing it. Twilight so nervous, but doing it because she’s been asked. The amount of trust between them, the absolute security…”

“It’s so fucking hot, right?”.

“I’m trembling with both arousal and jealousy.” Rarity growled. “We have to reply. Do you have another phone?”

Dash threw the phone into the air and Rarity caught it. The girl was gone in a flash of colour and then back with a much older phone she’d gotten from her bedroom. “The battery’s only got like an hour in it but I keep it as a backup in case that one breaks.”

“This would definitely constitute an emergency. How do we respond?”

Both of them love-reacted the picture in mutual agreement, Rainbow with a rainbow heart and Rarity with a purple one. That was simply good sportsmanship.

Rainbow: this is actually the hottest thing ive ever seen
Rainbow: And she’s seen me ~ Rarity
Rainbow: yeah but theres only one of you at once
Pinkie: Aww thanks <3
Twilight: You really think it looks okay?
Rainbow: Darling it looks wonderful, and more than that it is a very lovely gesture. Dash and I were just talking about what a lovely little reminder it will be for Pinkie when she sees this later. ~Rarity

“You didn’t actually need to sign that one, they’d have known.” Rainbow glanced up from her phone, and Rarity rolled her eyes back.

“Even so.”

Pinkie: I LOVE HER SO MUCH
Twilight: She really does
Pinkie: Thank you thank you so much for the idea!

“Woah.” Dash said and Rarity saw she was flushed again. She’d had time to get over the picture, hadn’t she? “Zoom in on Twilight’s thighs. Open the picture and do a kind of like, this with your thumbs.” Dash mimed pulling them away.

Rarity did, and saw what Dash meant. A thin glistening bead hung from Twilight’s lips down to the side of her leg, catching the light, both a sign that Pinkie’s camera had remarkable resolution and a testament to just how much fun Twilight was having.

“Fuck.” Rarity said with a breath in. It was having about as much an effect on her as it was on Rainbow.

“What do we send back?” Dash said immediately. “We got to send something back, right? Like this means they’re enjoying this too, it’s cool.”

“Move the couch into the light better. Do you have butcher’s paper and masking tape in the kitchen by any chance?”

“Yeah, above the microwave and under the sink.” Dash started dragging the coffee table out to make room to pull the couch more into the middle of the room, out of the shadows of the wall behind it and more into the natural light. Perfect. Even Dash could immediately see what she was doing from such an obvious change, and began fiddling with the placement as best she could.

Meanwhile Rarity went around the apartment until she found Sunset’s old room, converted into a music space, and a standing lamp there. She dragged that back behind the couch and taped the butcher’s paper over the lampshade to act as a softener. As good as they could do in these circumstances.

Rarity grabbed a pillow from Dash’s bed to prop herself up on it and lay down. She switched to the camera and checked down the line of her body and found it good, as long as she held the camera just a bit past the bridge of her nose it looked like it was coming from eyeline. “Right. Now, lick me.”

Dash hesitated but obeyed, crawling between Rarity’s legs. “You sure? It’s kind of a jump, isn’t it?”

“Please, you could turn that shower on and Twilight wouldn’t have gotten appreciably wetter.”

Dash snickered, and grinned, and went pink as she realized what she was going to do. “Ah. This one’s just going to be me… I don’t know. I’m not going to look weird, right?”

“Sweetling, I am trying to win right now. I would not be using the sight of you in rapture between my legs as my means of doing so unless I thought it was one of the most wonderful, incredible sights I have ever had the pleasure to see. If we get this shot, I promise you I shall not need a second.”

Dash shivered, and sank lower, the warmth of her breath hot against the wet. “I really look that good, huh?”

“You can see for yourself, in a moment.” Rarity watched Dash’s nervous smile through the camera screen.

Dash pressed her mouth down and took a long lick, eyes on the camera the whole time, watching for the click of the shutter. It felt incredible, and it looked good, Rarity thought, but no.

This was not the essence she was trying to capture. This was merely her girlfriend getting stagefright performing cunnilingus. Where was the rapture? Where was her prize?

Ah, yes, of course.

Rarity reached her free hand down to push Rainbow’s fringe out of her eyes. Dash’s eyes went wide when she realized what was happening as Rarity’s hand kept going, kept going… there.

With a bunch of her hair and a twist of her fingers she pulled Rainbow’s hair back and pulled her down until her head was flush against her. No room to lick her folds anymore, Dash’s tongue explored deep inside her as she sucked, the top of her mouth covering her mound and her clit entirely.

Her eyes were entirely fogged over again, half-closed and drunk-looking in rapture, as Rarity held her tight and wouldn’t let her up to breath, flooding the girls senses with haze and hormones. Wonderful.

That, that was the shot.

It was everything Rarity could do to keep her hand still enough to take the shot. She held in her breath, kept her thumb as steady as possible, made the click-

“Ah!” She gasped as she pulled Rainbow’s head back. “Ha, ah. Ah! Fuck.”

“I did good?” Dash asked, waking up again, shaking her head slightly. “Do I look okay?”

Rainbow: I must say, the tragedy is that we cannot send a picture like that back, as Dash has already shaped hers and mine is, well, as you very well know
Rainbow: It can’t be helped. So why not show the advantage of having nothing to get in the way, instead?

“You should tell me how you think you look,” Rarity uploaded the picture to their little impromptu group chat, “When you see for yourself?”

Dash pulled her phone out and squeaked, turning red as a tomato. So red that the tips of her ears actually twitched ever-so-slightly with her pulse from all the extra blood rushing to them. An undeniable, unmatchable victory. “Oh my gosh.” Dash whispered. “That’s really me?”

“It is.”

“That’s so fucking hot.” Dash’s fingers reflexively shot down between her legs as she stared at the picture. “I didn’t know my eyes could look like that.”

They stared at the chat. Pinkie and Twilight still hadn’t replied yet, but they’d been typing and deleting messages the entire time.

Twilight: what the fuck
Pinkie: You knocked the punctuation outta her!
Twilight: you didn’t have to send this like
Twilight: it’s cool you know you didn’t owe us anything right
Pinkie: They obviously had fun taking it
Twilight: I can see *that*!

Rarity and Rainbow glanced at each other.

“What’s the play here?” Dash asked.

“She liked it, that much is clear. They’re looking for permission to.” Rarity began typing, “Pinkie is clearly telling her the right things, we just need to let her know she can believe them.”

Rainbow nodded and rested her head against Rarity’s thigh like a pillow as she followed along. “Got it.”

Rainbow: Rainbow noticed how excited you were in the last picture, and we thought it might be fun to tease you a little bit ~ Rarity
Twilight: ohmygosh you SAW that?!
Pinkie: Saw what?
Twilight: Uh
Pinkie: Saw what???
Twilight: UHH
Pinkie: Okay I just saw it wow she’s having fun isn’t she
Pinkie: I mean I was having fun too but
Pinkie: hehhhehehehehehehehehehehe
Pinkie: Wow Dash even I didn’t notice that and I was the one shaving her what were you doing zooming in that far?

Rainbow and Rarity locked eyes, and Rarity shrugged. “I’d go with honesty, honestly.”

Rainbow: your girlfriends hot
Pinkie: Thanks! So’s yours!

“Dang.” Dash muttered. “Good call.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

Twilight: Well in that case
Twilight: It’s a really good picture
Twilight: Rarity your body is incredible, if this is what I saw every time I looked down like this I’d spend the rest of my life as a nudist bumping into walls
Twilight: Dash this is my favorite picture of you, ever. You look perfectly in your place, exactly where you belong. I have no idea what Rarity did with the lighting so her legs aren’t casting a shadow on you but
Twilight: Whatever she did thank you for the effort, I appreciate it. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful and I would have hated to miss any of it.

Rarity and Dash stared at each other, both burning bright red.

Dash held the phone at arm’s length. “What the fuck, Twilight?!”

“That was agonizingly sincere.” Rarity agreed, looking down at herself. “I was hoping she wouldn’t notice the effort I put into the lights, I thought that would be embarrassing if she did. No. She noticed and she thanked me for taking that extra effort to make the picture the best it could be for her.”

“Fuck!”

Both of them attached heart reacts to everything Twilight had said in silent agreement.

Pinkie: I LOVE HER
Pinkie: SO MUCH <3 <3 <3

That cut the tension, Dash and Rarity both laughed at that one as they read it at the same time.

“Of course Pinkie is more proud of her bravery and her kindness than she is jealous.” Rarity looked up at Dash on her thigh, feeling jealous in her own way.

“You’re cool with this too, right, it’s not getting to you or anything?” Dash asked.

“No, not so long as I am winning.”

Dash kissed Rarity’s opposite thigh and shuffled up to use her hip as a pillow instead, and Rarity’s free hand casually went down to scratch her behind the ear for it. “Yeah, you are.”

“You?”

“I’m just worried you’ll see how much I’m still a bisexual disaster and get worried I want to cheat on you.” Dash closed her eyes and leaned into the scratches, and Rarity redoubled her reassurance with long, stiff strokes of her fingers.

“Ah yes, because you are my girlfriend now, and girlfriends have such commitments.” Rarity emphasized the words and they still, even now, had the same effect. “No. You are right, if we are girlfriends then you are mine, yes?”

Rainbow shivered. “Yes, please.”

“I do not have fear of a wandering eye you are honest about - it’s when you start to hide it I get nervous.” Rarity thought about that. “That being said, if you are to proposition anyone just make sure I’m included in all of it.”

Dash’s eyes opened and she stared up at Rarity from the hip, understanding what Rarity had just said but not believing it. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this has been the most fun I’ve had in years, this little game with Twilight and Pinkie.” Rarity gestured at the long-silent phone. “It is not cheating if we are both in on it.”

“Yeah, I know, so-” Dash started. “You’d be cool with having three-ways and stuff?”

“Maybe.” Rarity scratched. “I did end up meaning that joke about the Princess, didn’t I?”

“I know, but…” Dash squinted. “Seriously?”

“How could I prove I am the best girlfriend, otherwise?” Rarity narrowed her eyes and Rainbow gulped.

“I know that’s a red flag,” she said, “but it’s so hot I don’t care.”

Rarity stared at the group chat on the phone. “I don’t like how long they’re taking.”

“You think they’re sending something back?”

“They are.” Rarity grimaced. “We’ve given them permission, now. The gloves are off.”

Dash flipped onto her back, head on Rarity’s stomach, and watched her phone too. “Hey, so-”

Whatever she was about to say, they were both silenced by the bouncing dots telling them that Pinkie was uploading a picture. There was no reason Dash had to stop talking for it, except that it made her incapable.

“What the fuck?!” Dash shouted as the picture loaded, almost dropping her phone. Even Rarity felt her heart race and her stomach drop for this one.

There was Twilight on their bedroom floor, walls covered in gigantic plush animals and bookshelves. In the middle was Twilight, kneeling with her knees spread wider than her shoulders, hands clasped behind her back. She was completely naked, but for a sleeping mask covering her eyes. Her mouth hung slack and open.

Every inch of her body was covered in huge sharpie letters. An arrow saying ‘Fuck me!’ pointing to her crotch, ‘Bite me!’ written on her tits, ‘Squeeze me!’ written on both sides of her ribcage. ‘Love me!’ in big letters over her heart, ‘Kiss me!’ over her neck. And then, inside a wide love heart frame covering her right hip, Property of Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie was visible in a full length dressing mirror in the background, giving a wink and a thumbs up to the camera with a triumphant pose. She was clearly very proud of her handiwork.

“They’re winning again.” Rarity admitted with a growl, and both of them attacked heart and ‘wow’ reacts to the picture. “How do we beat this?”

“We can’t let them win.” Dash leaned back and looked up at Rarity upside down. “Like, I don’t know how we top this, but we have to.”

“It’s strange to see a Twilight that’s so submissive. The Princess is… quite the opposite.” Rarity zoomed in on the picture to read all of Pinkie’s little love notes to her girlfriend.

“She’s not, normally. It’s just, I don’t think she knows how to say ‘no’ to Pinkie.”

“Clearly.”

Rainbow held up her copy of the picture. “See, they don’t have a real mask for this, they’re improvising. We’re corrupting them, like you wanted.”

“They’re very much in love, are they?” Rarity sighed. If you zoomed in on the corners of the sleep mask you could see the crinkle of joy in the eyes that were hidden behind it. “That makes them so much harder to beat than I’d hoped.”

“You aren’t quitting on me, are you?” Dash gave Rarity a suspicious look, a look that actually made Rarity a little concerned.

“Of course not.”

“Cool, because it sounded like you were bummed out about getting a real challenge for a second there.” She sat up, and glared down at Rarity still lying on the couch beside her. “Ideas.”

“We could-” Rarity started, stopped. “Wait.”

“What?”

“We’re being extremely rude right now.”

Dash looked at Rarity then down to her phone. “We haven’t said anything have we.”

“Worse still, we reacted immediately. They’ll know why.” Rarity started typing, but Pinkie sniped the chat notification.

Pinkie: Still speechless, huh?

Rarity flinched and deleted what she was typing. “Damn her.”

Rainbow: your girlfriend is realy really really hot.

Rarity’s eyes flicked up to Rainbow, who shrugged. “I think we just need to give them the point.”

“After what she said about our last one, it’s hard to hold this against her.” Rarity agreed. “We may be in competition, but they are clearly just showing their appreciation for us and each other.”

“You think if they know how much this is a fight, it’ll be less fun for them and they might drop out?” Rainbow asked, and Rarity nodded.

“Yes, but as well…” Rarity scrolled back up to the bathroom photo of Twilight and Pinkie. “They’re so sweet, I think they deserve if we try to keep our toxicity to ourselves.”

“We’re not being-” Rainbow looked at Rarity’s raised eyebrow and stopped, and sank her back into the couch instead. “Yeah, we kind of are, aren’t we.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” Rarity said firmly. “I just said it was a bad thing if they know.”

They locked eyes for a few long seconds.

Dash threw herself over the couch and the resulting kiss was deep, primal, hungry. From Rarity, too, no thought put into it, just need. When their tongues connected there was none of the attempt at delicate flicks or licks, just a mashed attempt to press the advantage back into the other’s mouth, to win, as their hands held each other’s faces locked into the kiss with the desperate need of grabbing at a life preserver.

They broke the kiss only when they ran out of air, and even then they’d held on for as long as they could after that.

“We are,” Dash wiped her lips, “so fucking bad for each other.”

“And you’re making me feel like it’s a good thing.” Rarity let her head fall back against the couch and heaved for breath. “It’s-”

Their phones buzzed. Dash reached for hers while Rarity kept trying to get her breath back, she always had more stamina. Then Dash stood up off the couch and paced back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. “Pinkie! Pinkie you whore!”

Rarity’s eyes went wide. “Dash! Whatever she’s done she’s still your friend. We do not use such words.” She managed to find her own phone and hold it over her head.

It was a closeup of Twilight’s ‘Fuck me!’ area, upside-down arrow pointing up at her stuffed pussy, it and her asshole had both been filled to bursting with sharpie pens. From the angle, Twilight had been pushed onto her back, knees against her ears to hold this pose. Rarity shrieked. “You whore!”

“Nine!” Dash shouted from the kitchen. “I counted! Six in the front, three in the back, that cupholder holds nine!”

Pinkie: You guys were taking too long and my hand got cramped
Pinkie: So Twilight volunteered to be my cupholder
Pinkie: But she wouldn’t be a good cupholder with just one, right?
Pinkie: She says hi, by the way
Pinkie: Heheheheh she’s so embarrassed it’s so cute you should see it
Pinkie: Oh wait

Then she uploaded a photo of Twilight’s face. The sleeping mask had been pulled off, and her awkward, innocent face gave its best smile as she waved at the camera. It was hard to tell if the deep pink blush was arousal or embarrassment - it had to be both, but in what ratio?

Pinkie: Isn’t she the prettiest?

“We couldn’t figure out how to beat the last one!” Dash threw her hands up. “Now she’s just styling on us!”

The picture got reacted to with fire emojis, blush emojis, wows and a jaw-drop. Tsk.

Rainbow: We’re not going to lie, we were discussing between us how we could possibly beat how lovely the last one you sent was, and we were found wanting.
Rainbow: And it seems in our delay we gave you an opening to top yourselves in even that. ~ Rarity
Rainbow: well an opening to top twilight anyway
Pinkie: hehehhe yeah
Rainbow: its actually insanely hot the ‘fuck me’ arrow is still in shot for this i wasn’t really one for body writing but youre really selling me on it
Pinkie: Well when she gets nervous books help calm her down so I thought maybe she’d have fun being one for this
Twilight: Sorry it’s hard to type right now but Pinkie wouldn’t transcribe this
Twilight: I really like it but not because it makes me a book
Twilight: It’s just hot
Pinkie: Because you’re a book?
Twilight: You like it though?

Rarity sighed. “There’s no getting around it. We must show humility where it is owed.”

Rainbow nodded. “Okay, full permission to thirst post in front of my girlfriend, got it.”

Rainbow: pinkie can I hit on your girlfriend in front of you?
Pinkie: Sure!
Rainbow: twilight you’re always hot but i’m always like, dont make the friendship weird, dont tell her how cute she is you know?
Rainbow: no I literally can’t i wanna lick all those pens cleans in front of you and then stick them back in deeper
Rainbow: god im actually shaking thinking about the sounds you must have made having them put in there and i hate that i cant hear it from a picture
Rainbow: She actually is. ~ Rarity
Rainbow: just insanely hot
Pinkie: What about me?
Rainbow: you’re not in the picture
Pinkie: he he oh yeah right
Pinkie: Whoops

“You think that was a bad call?” Dash looked up and asked, and Rarity smirked as she re-read Pinkie’s last two messages. “I got kind of an annoyed edge to that.”

“It means Twilight will be holding the camera for the next one.”

Dash reread back. “Oh, shit.”

Pinkie: She says ‘thanks’
Pinkie: She can’t type because she can’t pull her hands off her face to hold the phone she’s so embarrassed but she liked what you said
Pinkie: …
Pinkie: This is just fun like this right we’re not like doing swapsies or anything right?

Rarity and Dash locked eyes to confirm with each other, no, neither had been considering this. Much to Rarity’s surprise there was no hidden edge of ‘Unless…?’ in Dash’s face, but instead a serious warning from her to Rarity against considering it. Rarity smiled.

“Ah. And here I was wondering if you were ever going to understand why I was so afraid of the consequences of a relationship.”

“Collateral damage between us stayed on our sides of the portal.” Dash said firmly. “I’m not fucking up any friendships just to fuck them.”

“I love you.” Rarity said, surprising herself, and Dash stared.

“... What?”

“Yes. That…” Rarity stared unblinkingly forward. “Why did that do it for me, I wonder?”

Rainbow: no this ones mine and im not sharing
Rainbow: but i love showing off how great she is so you can appreciate that too
Pinkie: same same same same same same same same same
Pinkie: okay you get it
Rainbow: I understand, but yours is much better at giving compliments in a respectful manner, while mine is not quite so well-behaved.
Rainbow: She is trying to match the loveliness of your Twilight’s words in the language available to her. ~ Rarity
Pinkie: Well Twilight definitely really appreciated it so it worked thank you so much
Rainbow: For what it’s worth, as deeply erotic as this is
Rainbow: What shines through for me in each one is every little tell and hint about how deeply and utterly you love and trust each other
Rainbow: And that has, to me, inspired more jealousy and yearning than the sights presented by the very beautiful women themselves.

“Say it again.” Dash said so sharply that Rarity remembered there was a world outside the phone screen again.

Dash stood looming over the couch, wild-eyed, desperate. Rarity’s phone buzzed.

Pinkie: Twilight just screamed HOW IS SHE MAKING GETTING MY HOLES STUFFED FULL OF PENS SOUND SO ROMANTIC?!
Pinkie: I just told her it’s because she wouldn’t let anyone else do it but me and that’s cute
Pinkie: heheheheheh

“Why are you jealous of them?” Dash demanded. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Rarity told her.

Dash took a step closer. Her pupils were dilated, she was trembling, she looked like she couldn’t decide whether to tear Rarity to shreds or jump out a window. “Why? What happened? What, what made you know?”

“Isn’t it enough?”

“Any other time but watching me hit on Twilight, maybe!” Dash said. “Just, you’re not saying it just to keep up with them are you? Don’t say it unless it’s me, don’t say it unless you mean it.”

Rarity… actually didn’t know. She hadn’t even meant to say it, the feeling had just so overwhelmed her she’d said it before she’d had a chance to stop herself. That answer… would not be good enough.

“You knew this was a bad idea from the start.” Rarity murmured, playing her own mental tape back of the last minute. “I wasn’t a risk you didn’t care about. You’d have never tried this if I were… Simply your Rarity, but older.”

“I… I don’t know about that.” Dash’s eyes widened and she took a step backwards, towards the window and flight, but Rarity shook her head. “You’d still be you.”

“No, you wouldn’t have, I understand that about you now.” Rarity finished, and looked at what used to be a liquor cabinet, now filled with model spaceships. “I wasn’t just an impulsive bad decision to you. You knew the same things about how bad we are for each other, and wanted me anyway. I was a calculated risk, I was… And even then, you were never going to accept having me as anything less than your girlfriend from the start, were you?.”

“Ha!” Dash barked a laugh. “Yeah, you made me work to convince you, and everything, even though I knew you were right about us. I just had to pretend I didn’t or you wouldn’t have…” she trailed off. “I was pretending, though.”

“I know.” Rarity whispered. “You were manipulating me, just so you could have me longer.”

“I-”

“I love you so much.” Rarity said again.

They stared at each other. The same primal need for each other within them, but something else steeled them through it.

“Picture ideas.” Rarity said, firmly.

“Dominate the shit out of me, ruin me.” Dash replied. “If you owning me is how we own them, then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Good.” Rarity answered. “Get a hairbrush.”

Dash ran to her bedroom again and picked a long, cylindrical curling brush - the kind with spokes all the away around. Rarity considered it and put it on the couch beside her.

“No. Wide, flat. I want to properly hit you with it, the wider the better.”

Dash shuddered as she saluted. “Yes ma’am!” She made to reach for the hairbrush she’d given, but Rarity stopped her.

“No. This as well.”

Dash knew better than to ask as she came back from the bathroom with the widest brush she could, and Rarity tapped her knee for Rainbow to lie across it. Again that reassuring hand ran through her hair as she kneeled, and Rarity held the brush over Rainbow’s kneeling bottom.

“Ready?” Rarity asked, and Dash shook her head.

“Say it again, first.”

“I love you.” She said it and Dash melted and went liquid against her knee and made a happy giggle. “So what are we doing here?”

“I’m going to leave some very pretty marks on you.” Rarity said. “Not so many that our audience gets concerned, but enough they’d consider if they’d be willing to do it for each other. Enough to make them jealous of your commitment.”

Dash nodded. “Fuck that’s so hot, do it.”

“I will ask again. Ready?” Rainbow nodded this time. “Good.”

The first brush stroke came down and Rainbow didn’t even flinch. Of course, after everything, she’d have a decent pain tolerance. Rarity snorted, and Dash looked up at her in frustration. “Just how fragile do you think I am?”

Rarity brought the next one down harder, and that one got a proper gasp out of Rainbow and she grabbed Rarity’s calf. The next one was even harder, and Dash dug her fingernails instead - it hurt, but Rarity would be too much of a hypocrite to call it out.

“Next one?” She asked, and Rainbow nodded, and Rarity brought it down again and actually got the sharpest gasp out of Rainbow for it. She was easing off the throttle, now, as new stikes came down over old.

It was rapidly becoming clear that the pain and the hits didn’t do anything for Rainbow, weren’t something she’d have done in another circumstance. The fact that she didn’t just made the moans that came between strikes so much louder though, the squirms, the wriggling of her thighs against each other.

The fact that this was something she had to endure just made it that much hotter that it was something she was doing to prove her commitment. That proof, that validation? That was driving her wilder than anything else.

It was very touching, actually. It made Rarity hesitate to hit her, but Dash always called her a coward when she felt her holding back.

The bruises were mostly pink from the top of the curve of her hind down to where her thigh became her knee, glowing like a sunburn. But the meat, the flesh around her soaked lips, those were the deep dark red of angry blood vessels bursing beneath the skin, with a few darker splotches of purple like deep night. Rarity ran a finger up Rainbow’s slit and giggled.

“What?” Dash groaned, foggy but happy. Happy in part because it was done. “What’s funny?”

“You’ll read it in a moment.” Rarity said. “Let’s just get a picture of you over my knee like this.”

Rainbow: I am sorry for the feral and vulgar nature of my girlfriend
Rainbow: We’ve been trying to teach her more discipline

She attached the picture, and looked to Dash. “This is what I was thinking, a moment ago.”

Rainbow: Isn’t it lovely, when her ass matches her eyes? ~Rarity
Twilight: Woah
Pinkie: ohmygosh
Twilight: Is she okay?
Rainbow: im good
Rainbow: im a good girl <3
Pinkie: that is so fucking hot
Twilight: Pinkie!
Pinkie: Don’t believe her she read Rainbow’s message and started touching herself
Twilight: You only noticed because my hand got in the way of yours!
Pinkie: Shhhhh
Pinkie: Pencup Twilight’s still winning though

“She’s right isn’t she?” Rainbow asked, and Rarity’s eyes shined in that dangerous way of hers.

“That’s why I had you keep both brushes.”

“What?” Rainbow’s eyes went wide. “Wait, where’d you get that lube from?”

Resistance was completely non-existent. A moment later Dash was filled, the wide brimmed brush as deep in her pussy as Rarity could slide in, the curling brush in her ass above it, slid down to the bristles. She took the picture as Rainbow shuddered.

“Too much,” she squeaked, “way too tight.”

“Just a second longer. Which one out first?”

“First one.” Dash’s head lolled down and she shook, tapping Rarity’s calf. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck.”

“Not the curling brush? Really?” Rarity teased. “Do you like that one, do you?”

Dash, much to Rarity’s surprise, nodded. “Actually you could probably leave that in a little bit if you just took the other one out. It’s what’s making it hurt. The… they’re rubbing up against each other, fuck.”

“Ah.” Rarity angled the wide-handled brush down as she pulled it out to keep the friction light there, and Rainbow let out a throaty groan as she was stretched wider for the new angle. After it slipped out, Rarity leaned over and gave her clit a little kiss as a treat for her excellent work putting up with all this, and Rainbow shivered again underneath her.

She uploaded the picture and Rainbow tapped her thigh. Somehow Rarity understood she meant for her to lean back into the couch so Rainbow could stay on her lap while lying down like this. A lot of information to be understood from a simple tap on the leg but it felt like they were so much on the same wavelength…

Rainbow: Good girls get treats too, remember. No stick without a carrot. ~Rarity
Pinkie: I still think we’re- Twilight are we winning?
Twilight: This isn’t a competition
Pinkie: I know but they think it is
Twilight: Oh.
Twilight: Then I think we’re at a tie?
Twilight: I don’t know how anyone would be supposed to judge this.
Pinkie: Glad you’re having fun though!

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Rainbow shifted underneath her, hairbrush still inside her.

“Pinkie thinks I can’t have fun at anything unless it’s a competition.” Dash said.

Rarity tried to remember a counter example and couldn’t. “Can you?”

“No, but I hate that she knows it.”

Rainbow: For what it’s worth, we have been struggling to keep up with you while knowing you’re not even trying.
Rainbow: We didn’t want this to be less fun for you, if you knew that’s how we were taking it
Rainbow: ~Rarity
Twilight: Yeah they’re both like this huh
Pinkie: They’re so both like this
Twilight: I was kind of hoping Rarity would be the good influence but quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Pinkie: Who dommes the dommes?
Pinkie: Also can you believe she just typed that without having to look it up
Pinkie: Nerd
Pinkie: Oh wait she’s looking it up now to make sure she spelled it right lol
Twilight: I did go me
Twilight: “Quis” always feels like i should be “Quid”
Pinkie: The point is!

Rarity and Rainbow stared at their phones for the next message, which didn’t come. “Ah,” Rarity said, “They’re uploading something.”

It was an audio clip, and Rarity nodded. “You asked for sound, didn’t you?”

“You play it, your phone has a better speaker.”

They did, and it was… Pinkie’s hot breath as Twilight built her up, then an endless of patiently whispering how close she was, how beautiful Twilight was, what a good job she was doing, how wonderful Twilight’s tongue and fingers were.

Then begging, a lot of begging that devolved to whining and pleading as she got closer, and closer, rising in volume and pitch until she was screaming Twilight’s name into the microphone as she came. Her voice caught in her throat and gave out to choked spasms - and just before the recording ended, softly whispered ‘I love you’s were given to each other, and the sound of a kiss.

Pinkie: The point is we’re still having tons of fun even if you’re both an insane toxic disaster doomspiral with each other
Twilight: You did kind of drag us into this we’re not normally like this
Pinkie: It’s great!
Twilight: It turns out we both really like planning things out?
Pinkie: And I really, really, really, really, really
Pinkie: reallyreallyreallyreallyreally
Pinkie: Like that my friends are listening <3
Twilight: That one still kind of makes me nervous honestly
Twilight: Thanks for being so cool about it
Twilight: I mean… you fooled me? About being cool about it?

“We have exceptional friends, don’t we?” Rarity muttered. “These two are such sweethearts together.”

“The Princess seems kind of cooler still but,” Dash glanced out the window in the direction she remembered her highschool. “Your Celestia is a living goddess and ours is a highschool principal. I don’t think it’s their fault our Twilight never could be like yours.”

“Were you thinking it might have been Pinkie holding her back?”

“No, I just didn’t want you thinking it.” Dash shrugged, and groaned. Every big movement like that which moved her hips reminded her just how big the brush still inside her was. “Don’t you dare take it out.” She warned as Rarity’s hands hovered lower. She brought them back to play with Dash’s back instead.

Rainbow: Do you mind if we try to top this?
Rainbow: Since we have been outed for our competitive streak
Pinkie: Duh go nuts we’re just teasing you because we think it’s hilarious
Twilight: If you win, we get something hot
Twilight: If you lose, it’s fun
Pinkie: I’m more worked up than anything
Twilight: And I haven’t finished once yet
Rainbow: pinkie needs to do better then
Twilight: Pfffft no she’s amazing like actually incredible
Twilight: We just don’t want to finish before you do
Twilight: This was supposed to be my apology to you, remember?
Pinkie: Wait it was I actually forgot that’s so funny

“Well we know what beats audio, don’t we?” Rarity asked.

“Video.” Dash agreed. “What do we do?”

They thought about that.

“Okay they joked about who tops you?” Rainbow asked, and finally - with a long, satisfied groan - pulled the brush from her butt. “Yeah, it’s me, that’s what we do on video.”

“No you don’t.” Rarity snickered. “Very cute, but no.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Dash pushed herself up off the couch and disappeared into her bedroom. Rarity watched after her curiously and then…

“Oh my word.” She gasped.

Dash was wearing the strapon harness she’d mentioned, the ones that just fit like underwear. Just, she’d also brought options, which she dumped onto the glass coffee table they’d pushed aside.

“So here’s the deal. I’m fucking you against the kitchen counter like this because there’s good lighting in there, and there’s some places we can put the phone propped up.” She said. “And you’re going to be so beautiful doing it you’ll make them surrender. Last decision you make that isn’t one I’m making for you, pick a toy.”

Rarity looked at the options on the table. Dragon, horse, some twisted tentacle. She snorted. “You’re trying to make me feel more at home, are you?”

“Guilty.” Dash raised an eyebrow. “So?”

Rarity looked at the stallion toy on the table with interest, but decided against it. “As homesick as I am, I think that looks too much like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole.”

“Yeah, same.” Dash agreed. “Tentacle’s fun though. That’s the only one I already had for me.”

“Is it now?” Rarity asked curiously, and bit her lip. “Very well, then, that one.”

Dash started switching out the human dildo in the harness for it, and noticed Rarity’s eyes never came off it. “You’re that curious about it?”

“No, I just think I’m that excited by the idea it was in you, first.” She looked Dash dead in the eye when she said it, just to see the reaction she had to it. Dash looked back, stone-faced, like her brain was so overloaded it didn’t have the room left to control the outside pieces anymore.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to get the camera recording how you like.” She said. “Then I’m fucking you ‘til you can’t stand up anymore.”

Rarity snorted at that, but as she looked at Dash’s face she realized that wasn’t hyperbole. She was deadly serious with every syllable, and she really was going to do it. She nodded. “Yes, my love.”

“Ten seconds.” Dash corrected herself.

Rarity barely made it, she didn’t even have time to check the lighting of where she planned to stand against Dash’s induction stove cooktop - the black would frame her skin nicest, she thought - before Dash had a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed, pushing her forwards and over the bench so hard she barely had a chance to reach out and catch herself.

The tentacle, it turned out, was decadent. Just a spiral of bumps and ridges that pushed the corkscrewing tentacle up and down and all around as it slid in, and out again.

She was grateful it was such a gentle curve to the twist, or the force with which Rainbow fucked her might have made it more like getting drilled with a screwbit.

“Fuck!” Rarity squeaked out as much as she could, hand tight around her throat preventing her getting enough air to scream. Already she felt wonderful hot tears in her eyes start ruining her mascara.

“Mine.” Dash growled. “Whose?”

“Yours!” Rarity gasped, and Dash’s hips pushed her painfully hard against the countertop. “Fuck!”

“Mmm.” Dash bit her neck hard from behind to grip her better and pulled at her hips, pulling Rarity up off the countertop even as she tried to lean against it for balance. Dash was so much shorter than her how was she so able to lift her up like this? More of her weight fell back against the thrusts, falling more onto Dash than the countertop.

All her weight were coming down with each hard thrust now.

“Dash!” She screamed.

“Mm?”

“F-fuck!” She hissed as she came again, and Dash’s strokes didn’t slow down an inch, and then the second one started before the first had finished and her mascara was running down her cheeks.

Rarity collapsed forwards against the stovetop trying to catch ragged breaths, but Dash took a grip hard against her throat again and pulled her until they were cheek to soggy cheek, and Rarity’s legs gave out as she came a third time and Dash lifted her by the hips and pulled her down onto the tentacle cock again and again, picking her up entirely, Rarity barely managing to balance on tip toe at the peak of each strike.

Her fourth orgasm she’d run out of breath to scream, just holding on to Dash for dear life with clenched fists and gurgling low in her throat trying to breath.

Her fifth orgasm she was a babbling, twitching, flimsy mess, her legs entirel limp and swinging beneath her as Dash continued to fuck her limp body, now the sole musculature supporting it. Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity saw the veins bulging in those forearms from the effort.

The sixth orgasm was just pure cruelty. It was just starting to hurt now, to get too tight, too much. The edges of Rarity’s vision were going completely black and tunneled, vignetted. Colour faded from in front of her eyes even as fireworks filled everything behind them. She became incapable of rational thought, just the word yes uttered over and over and over and over again, unsure if the words left her mouth or if she was incapable of it.

The seventh just hurt, and that was wonderful.

Dash let out a gasp, then, and let Rarity crumple slowly to the floor at her feet as both their arms and legs gave out from the exertion. She pulled Rarity’s head to the cock on the strap, and even only half-aware Rarity had enough presence of mind to lick it clean, right down to the back of her throat.

Only then did Dash walk over to the phone and hit ‘stop’ on the recording.

Then, gently, she came back to the counter and scooped Rarity up from the floor in a princess carry, and kissed her on the cheek. Dash’s lips came back stained with black mascara.

She carried them both to her bedroom, her bed, where she fell against it dumping Rarity on the other side to her as they both caught their breath, groaning and twitching from everything. Everything, everything hurt. Everything hurt so beautifully.

“I already sent the video.” Dash said, between ragged panting. “We can take a break while they watch it.”

“I hadn’t considered that, that it’d take as much time to watch as it did to film.” Rarity breathed. “That is to our advantage. Do you think they can beat it?”

“No. No way.” Dash laughed, even though it hurt ot laugh. “I don’t think we could beat that.”

“It would destroy us to try.” Rarity agreed. “More than usual, even.”

Rarity squirmed closer, and Dash wriggled back until they were as close to each other as their too-hot sweaty bodies could stand. They could stand to be apart even less, though, especially after that.

They fell into a trance-like state like that, half-cuddling, staring unseeing up at the ceiling, just recovering together. On the edge of something like sleep but not tired in the right way to fall there, just a sort of standby mode where time has no meaning. The feeling of having gotten enough sleep just to wake up in the morning, but before you work up the willpower to make coffee.

At the other side of the trance, ending it, was Rarity’s phone buzzing.

Pinkie: Uh
Twilight: So
Pinkie: We can’t
Twilight: Beat that?
Pinkie: Is it okay if we save this though? Like forever?
Rainbow: you better we worked hard on that
Twilight: No kidding
Pinkie: Is Rarity okay?
Rainbow: Hi
Rainbow: Alive
Rainbow: Good
Twilight: Oh wow she didn’t even sign off she actually had her brains fucked out
Pinkie: I was joking
Rainbow: Hiiiiiii~
Twilight: I guess you weren’t
Rainbow: you know most people get weirded out knowing stuff like this about their friends
Twilight: Yeah it’s going to be hard to look you in the eye after this but like
Twilight: To be tbh with you?
Twilight: I’m going to be thinking how easily you could pick me up
Pinkie: THIS ONE IS MINE DO NOT GET IDEAS
Pinkie: but keep giving her ideas
Pinkie: and me ideas
Pinkie: Ideas
Twilight: So you already dropped the big L huh? Dash I expected she’s an idiot
Twilight: Didn’t expect to hear Rarity calling her ‘my love’ on the second date though.
Rainbow: Third
Twilight: Oh that’s okay then
Pinkie: Is it?
Twilight: I think I was being sarcastic but I’m not sure
Rainbow: I love her I love her I love her I love her I love her ~ Rarity
Twilight: Yeah you actually needed to sign that one thanks
Pinkie: Honestly after seeing you get fucked like that I can kind of see why ngl

Dash grinned blankly up at the ceiling, still too sore to turn her neck to look at Rarity, but squeezing the hand she held tighter.

Pinkie: So Twilight had an idea on how to win though
Twilight: I haven’t told Pinkie yet but I need to go get something
Twilight: You two are the fucking worst by the way I need to say that first.

A few seconds later, their phones rang for a video call. Dash looked to Rarity. “Answer with yours.”

Rarity did, and limply held the phone up over herself and Dash on the bed. Twilight and Pinkie waved back cheerfully from their screen, somewhere in Pinkie’s bedroom and then…

And then Twilight got off the bed and down on one knee. And Pinkie spread her legs a little expecting that, but then she realized Twilight was on only one knee, and she realized what was happening a split second after Dash and Rarity did.

“No way.” Dash whispered. “No fucking way.”

“So I’ve had this for a while.” Twilight pulled the small jewelry box hidden in the palm of her hand. “But I’ve been way too nervous to ask. Actually, I can’t believe you haven’t found it this has been in our-”

“YES!” Pinkie screamed, bowling Twilight back onto the floor from the tackle and the kiss. “Yes! Yes! Marry yes you!”

“Sock drawer. Three weeks” Twilight finished when she could breathe, laughing. “Anyway. We win.”

“HA!” Dash whooped, sitting up suddenly. “No you don’t! Rarity proposed to me before this conversation started, suckers! We fucking beat you!”

There was dead silence.

“You WHAT?!” Pinkie screamed, halfway between panic and a hideous laugh, and Twilight looked very pale as Dash’s thumb slammed to turn the call off.

“Shouldn’t have said that.” Dash muttered, Rarity now sitting up and looking at her wide eyed.

“Dash?” Rarity asked nervously.

Dash’s phone started to ring and, in a panic, she threw it hard across the room like it was a spider that had crawled into her hand, cracking the screen.

Dash’s emergency phone started to ring. This one Rarity gently took out of Dash’s reach and held the power button down for, until it turned off.

“Dash.” Rarity repeated. “You told them.”

“Ah.” Dash nodded. “Guess so.”

“Dash.”

“I was already planning on crashing at your place for a while, right?” Dash tried to remember where she put her motorcycle keys. “So. What is the absolute. Minimum amount of clothes you’re cool with for riding that bike. So we can be in Equestria before the rest of my friends are over here to kill me with murder?”

“I will literally wear only the jacket if I need to.”

Dash opened and closed her mouth. “Fuck, even chafed out like this that’s still kind of hot.”

Rarity took a deep, shuddering sigh as she tried to stand up, but her legs literally couldn’t move or take her weight. Which had been the whole point, hadn’t it. “Do you think you could carry me again? And before you complain, at every level it is your fault that I need to ask.”

“Fuck.” Dash pressed the heel of her palm deep against her forehead. “Fuck.”

“You know what’s incredible?” Rarity smiled up at the ceiling. “I think It is because of things like this, and not in spite of them, that I love you.”