An Afternoon at the Library
Twilight Sparkle gave a sigh of content. It was a warm spring day and the whole library smelled very slightly of lemon— Spike had done an excellent job cleaning. The floorboards all seemed to gleam and the usually-dusty windows now allowed beams of sunlight to shine through. Pleased with this tidiness, Twilight had given Spike the rest of the day off. She felt like taking an off-day from her studies anyway, and maybe a few hours on the library balcony with a novel would do her some good. It was the perfect day for it, to say the least.
She walked about the library, hooves clicking on the polished floor, admiring the silence. She enjoyed spending days as beautiful as this outside with her friends, but some days she just liked to stay at home and unwind among the thousands of stories, perusing the shelves to her hearts content. Even though she’d lived in the library for quite some time and was an avid reader, there always seemed to be more books for her to enjoy.
Now, which one would she read today? As she walked past the shelves, she lifted down a few choices titles and surveyed them with an appraising eye. There was a plethora of genres, each with their own tales to be spun and stories to be told. Adventure, fantasy, mystery… she continued to walk, taking and replacing books with magic as she went. Her expression slowly fell as countless books were levitated out, deemed unworthy, and returned to their place. This one too wordy, that one too dark, these ones she simply wasn’t in the mood for— she gave a mild huff, and the books paused mid-flight. None of them seemed to be quite what she was looking for. She nervously bit her lip; she hoped it wasn’t one of those days.
She gave her head a brief shake, and finally narrowed her choice down to two books: one was a detective novel she’d been meaning to pick up for quite some time, featuring a unicorn sleuth and her protégé investigating missing pastries. The other was a basic hero-rescues-princess tale that she’d read many times before. However, neither seemed particularly appealing at the moment, so she chose the latter out of sheer familiarity. She was just about to make her way upstairs when there was a knock at the door.
No no no, not today. Twilight wasn’t quite sure what had caused this bad mood, but she knew that this was the last thing she wanted to hear. Putting down the book, she strode over to the door and braced herself. Hopefully it would be somepony quiet who just wanted to say hello. She swung the door open. Hopefully it wouldn’t be anypony like—
“Hi, Twilight!”
“Oh. Hello, Pinkie Pie.” The pink pony had a gigantic smile plastered on her face, and strode into the library without invitation. Twilight stood by the door, hoping that she wouldn’t be staying long.
“I ran into Spike earlier and he said you gave him the day off, so I though you must be busy studying!” explained Pinkie. “And I thought to myself, wow, Twilight must be super-busy with her studies! And then I thought, wow, it must not be very nice having to spend such a beautiful day inside!” She spoke so rapidly it bordered on incomprehensible. “And THEN I thought, wow, wouldn’t it be great to give her some company?” Twilight gave a weak smile, but inside she was cringing. She just wanted a little alone time, but it seemed unlikely that Pinkie would be leaving any time soon. She closed the door without turning.
“That’s, uh, very nice of you, Pinkie,” said Twilight, “but I’m afraid all I’m doing is reading. Yup. Just boring old reading.”
“Oh, that’s alright, Twilight!” said Pinkie, oblivious to Twilight’s attempt to dissuade her. “We can find something fun to do here instead! Like making a pillow fort or figuring out which of these books has the best cupcake recipe!”
“Uh, I think you’re already an expert at making cupcakes—” Pinkie grinned wider at this, if that were even possible— “but I should really just read anyway. I just have so many books to catch up on.”
“Okey dokey lokey! I’ll just stick around while you read and give you all the company-ness you could ever ask for!”
A part of Twilight just wanted to ask Pinkie to leave and be done with it. Her bad mood was slowly growing worse and the last thing she needed on her mind was an intrusive friend denying her peace and quiet. But overpowering that part was the knowledge that Pinkie was her friend, and a great one at that— she was only trying to help. She didn’t like the prospect of the hyperactive pony bouncing off the walls, but maybe if she kept the craziness to a minimum the day wouldn’t be lost.
“Sure thing, Pinkie. I’m going to head upstairs, but you can do whatever you feel like.” Moved by magic, her book floated across the room to her side, and she proceeded upstairs. She would’ve liked to read outside on the balcony but thought it would be rude to leave her friend alone inside, so she opted for another location: a rug beneath a large window on the library’s second floor. There were a few cushions lying about for her to rest on, and rich sunlight gave the whole scene a warm, dreamy feel. This would do quite nicely. She selected a fluffy, light yellow pillow and slumped onto it.
She didn’t know quite why, but it felt like all her energy was gone and it was still fairly early in the day. Well, that was only partially true. Though rare, there had been days like this before, though even now she couldn’t explain exactly why or how they happened. She’d just get frustrated with things for what seemed like no reason, then give up and spend the rest of the day alone. She didn’t want to risk offending anypony, and if she didn’t understand it then how could somepony else? Fairly comfortable despite her mood, she flipped open her book and began to read.
For a while, Twilight was pleasantly surprised: Pinkie did a fairly good job of minding to herself while she read. Occasionally she would hear noises from down below, and once it sounded like she knocked a few books off some shelf or other, but for the most part she was quiet. Unfortunately, Twilight’s efforts at relaxation hadn’t really gone anywhere, and after an hour she had only gotten to the book’s fourth chapter. The more she tried to focus, the more it seemed like the words melted into each other or became a mindless line of text. Nothing seemed to be working.
“Twilight, are you okay?” She looked up. Pinkie was at the top of the stairs, looking concerned.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine!” she replied.
“Are you suuure? Because normally you look pretty normal, but now you’re not looking normal, which must mean something is wrong.” She walked over, her expression one of reserved curiosity.
“I’m fine, Pinkie! I was just thinking. It’s no big deal.” She was growing a little annoyed.
“Are you suuuuurely sure? Because if you’re feeling glum then sometimes the best thing you can do is talk to somepony and I—”
“Pinkie!” Twilight had been sharp, but not loud. Still, the pink pony was taken aback. In fact, they both were, and for a long moment there was silence in the library. Pinkie had her eyes on the floor, and Twilight felt a twinge of remorse.
“I… guess I should go,” said Pinkie, turning. She was nearly at the stairs when Twilight spoke.
“Wait.” Pinkie stopped, one of her front hooves still raised. Twilight couldn’t think of the exact words to say. “I don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t want you to leave, either.” Pinkie gave a nod and a small smile, and returned. Though minimally, Twilight felt better. Upsetting her friends was exactly what she was trying to avoid, and…
…and surprisingly, she found she wanted Pinkie to stay. There was no particular reason for it, but she suddenly found the thought of being alone in the library painful. She was trying to find a way to express this to Pinkie, but the words seemed to bumble about in her head. It didn’t help that the sunlight’s warmth had made her a little drowsy.
“What book are you reading?” asked Pinkie, before catching herself. “Sorry, no talking.”
“That kind of talking is okay, Pinkie,” Twilight replied. “It’s one of my favorite stories, called The Last Knight of Canterlot. I must have read it a hundred times by now.”
“Really?” Pinkie looked down at the open book, her blue eyes skimming over the exposed text. “Do you think I could read it? Uh, when you’re done, I mean.”
“Wait, you want to read it?” asked Twilight. Pinkie didn’t dislike books, but it wasn’t common to see her interested in them, either.
“Well, sure! If it’s one of your favorites then it must be good! And besides,” she added, “I don’t want to leave you alone up here.” Twilight smiled, and turned the book around.
“Here. I’ve got another book I wanted to read anyway—I’ll be right back.” Getting up, she quickly retrieved the detective novel from the ground floor and returned to find Pinkie was already absorbed in the tale. Taking her place beside the pink pony, Twilight began a new story. Though it was not overly apparent, she could feel a certain warmth kindling inside her.
The two ponies read for some time, saying little but both enjoying the time spent together. Every now and again Pinkie would break the silence with a comment or joke, but Twilight wasn’t nearly as bothered as she was before, and responded kindly. The new book she had picked up was quite good as well, and without realizing it she felt much better. Noon had quickly approached when Pinkie Pie spoke.
“Hey, Twilight?” Twilight looked up from her book, expression thoughtful.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay? If you still don’t want to talk about it that’s fine,” she quickly added, “but I just wanted to check.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m better now, but… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Not really,” replied Twilight. “There are just some days when I feel off and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Pinkie gave her a quizzical look, so she tried to elaborate. “It just feels like I don’t want to do anything. Being around other ponies on days like these just makes me irritated. I’m not sure what causes it, or why. Just bad days, I guess.”
“Sorry for bothering you earlier,” said Pinkie quietly. Twilight smiled.
“It’s okay, you were only trying to help. Besides, I’m actually feeling a lot better now, and I’m pretty sure it’s because you stuck around.” Pinkie returned the smile.
“You know that if you have any problems—” she began.
“I know, you’re here to help.”
“No, really,” insisted Pinkie, “I can’t stand to see ponies all frowny and sad, and the thought of you stuck in here on a day like today is just wrong! So… so let me know if you’re feeling under the weather, and I’ll do my best to make things sunny!” The metaphor was pretty bad, but maybe that’s why Twilight actually liked it.
“Thanks, Pinkie.”
They continued reading, but inside Twilight was reflecting on her friendship with Pinkie Pie. She was lucky to have so great a friend and she knew it. Not everypony would stick around after being snapped at, but she had seen past it. But why? Was it really worth risking further insult just to see somepony else smile? Twilight cared deeply for her friends, but it wasn’t often that somepony would go so far out of their way to help her with a personal problem. She promised herself to be more open with Pinkie in the future— she deserved that much, and more.
As the two continued to read, the combination of the soft cushions and the sunlight made them sleepy and a yawn or two was exchanged. Slowly, their eyes grew heavy, and though the adventures before them were enticing the prospect of sleep was even more alluring. They dozed off, and soon the only sound in the library was that of deep breathing and the occasional snore.
When Twilight awoke a few hours later, her reaction was one of mild confusion: she didn’t remember falling asleep, and more puzzling, she didn’t understand why she felt so… hot? She tilted her head to one side. She was on the rug, her cushion lying a short distance away. If she was surprised earlier, she was stunned when she looked to her other side. Pinkie had, through sleeping movements or genuine intention, cuddled up beside her and was now sleeping soundly. Twilight almost felt as though she couldn’t register this, it just seemed far too… affectionate? That had to be the word. Though Twilight abruptly wondered just what that meant. Certainly, Pinkie was an excellent friend, but this seemed a little extreme, even given her dedication. This seemed far too amorous to brush off.
It was then that Twilight realized why she’d grown so hot; the sunlight and the pony had contributed, of course, but something else was at work. She felt warm inside, a sort of slow burn. She recognized it, but couldn’t believe it. She tried to deny it, but the thought and the feeling persisted. Of all things... lust?
As was her nature, Twilight tried to rationalize what was happening. There was a cute pony cuddling next to her. A pony that had not long ago gone out of her way to cheer her up in a dark moment. But it was also the contact, the feeling of somepony else snuggling up beside her. The mere thought of that was arousing—she’d never felt anything like this—and the experience doubly so. She wondered what she should do. Wake Pinkie up and try to forget the whole experience? It would certainly be the easy way out, and the least complicated. But something held her back.
Her grim mood earlier that day, shutting herself away from others but also, deep down, craving companionship. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. Somepony closer who she could confide in, and possibly even… be intimate with? But she couldn’t risk their friendship! But the gesture couldn’t have been mere friendliness! The thoughts wrestled around in her head, and she dared not move.
Beside her, Pinkie shifted in her sleep, brushing Twilight as she did so. The sensation alone did a number on Twilight, and with a mix of amazement and horror she realized she was growing wet. She was growing desperate, the voices in her head growing louder and more agitating, but she had to do something— anything! An idea struck her that, while not entirely innocent, was less forward than others.
With the utmost care, she shifted around on the rug. She had fallen asleep on her stomach, and needed room to move. Very gently, she lifted herself off the ground, careful not to break contact with Pinkie. Satisfied with what little freedom she had given herself, she reached down with her hoof and just barely grazed her moistened slit. The brush was light, but contact with another pony seemed to intensify it and she gave a hushed moan. This hesitation wouldn’t do.
Growing bolder, she rubbed with consistency, and had to remind herself not to grow too wild with her movements. But her hoof was soon slick, and the temptation was fierce. Like the rest of her, Twilight’s juices were warm, spurring her on. Her breathing quickly became heavy, and she had to bite her lip to hide the noise. Pinkie, however, was still asleep and oblivious to her dear friend masturbating to her touch.
This was strange. Twilight hardly ever touched herself, and even then the experience was fleeting. It always seemed odd, something that filled her with shame and yet she ultimately craved. But this seemed too perfect. There was just enough desire to move her, just enough risk to keep her wanting. She’d never felt lust like this before. There was no shame. Somehow, some way, this perverse act felt right.
Her mind was becoming both focused and blurry. Passion urged her forward, caution kept her reasonable. The insides of her legs were quickly growing wet as she began to reach her peak. Hoof moving furiously, switching between the moist lips and her swollen clit, she knew the end was near. Vaguely, she wondered if it was actually possible for her to cum quietly. She was about to find out. The heat intensified. She could feel a drop of sweat run down her side.
“Twilight?” She froze instantly, though every inch of her begged to continue.
“Twilight, are you okay?” Pinkie’s voice was still quite sleepy. Twilight tried to think fast, but her mind seemed foggy. She hadn’t noticed earlier, but her whole body seemed to be trembling.
“I-I’m fine, Pinkie,” she replied, trying to discretely shift into a less damning position before Pinkie could see. “I was just, uh, having a bad dream.” Inside she cursed herself. Was that really the best excuse she could come up with? But it wasn't exactly like she—
“Really? ‘Cause that didn’t look like a bad dream to me. If anything, it looked like a really really good dream, but actually it didn’t look like a dream at all!”
“You… you saw that?” asked Twilight, mouth suddenly dry. Neither one had moved away from the other, and there was a definitive tension in the air.
“Well, I didn’t really see too much. Mostly heard it. You kinda starting moaning near the end there.” After a moment, Twilight gave a short, defeated sigh.
“I’m sorry, Pinkie. I should’ve thought about how you’d feel. I didn’t—”
“Wait, what?” replied Pinkie, “Why are you apologizing?” There was sincerity in her voice, and Twilight turned to see an impossible innocence in her eyes. This was a genuine question. Twilight was dumbfounded.
“I was just— you don’t find that offensive? Or… or dirty?” The pink pony raised a hoof to her chin to think before giving a shrug and a smile.
“Nope, not really! But I am a little curious,” she admitted. “Have you always felt this way about me? Um, assuming that your “dream” was about me, of course.” Twilight didn’t want to confess, but Pinkie seemed understanding, and lying to her seemed unthinkable now that she’d been exposed.
“It was, and I don’t really know. I was feeling just miserable earlier, and somehow you managed not only to put up with me, but turn my whole day around.” She paused, unsure of how to proceed. “And then when I woke up, you were… you were right next to me. I needed company and don’t know,” she added bluntly. “You were just right there, closer than anypony’s ever been, exactly when I needed you. I can’t explain it.” Pinkie smiled warmly and gave pause before she spoke.
“Twilight Sparkle, wasn’t I the one who taught you that sometimes the best things are the things you can’t explain?” Her tone was sultry. Seductive.
“You were,” said Twilight, heart pounding in her chest. Was this really happening?
“Besides,” Pinkie replied, “I thought I told you that I’m here to make you happy. And if this makes you happy…”
“It does.” Twilight’s voice was an unintentional whisper.
“…then what are we waiting for?” And she leaned over, and kissed her. It was a simple kiss, but Twilight trembled all the same, and Pinkie giggled a little when they pulled away.
“You liked that, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” stammered Twilight. She wasn’t sure how far this would go, but she was certain she wanted to find out. Pinkie was looking at her expectantly with her soft blue eyes. Twilight took it as a sign to keep going. They embraced once again.
It started slowly, Twilight afraid she might drive Pinkie away if she was too forward. To her surprise, Pinkie was as eager as she, and was soon running her tongue over Twilight’s lips. Twilight responded in kind, though clumsily. She had never done anything like this before. Her tongue slid over Pinkie’s, exploring her mouth. Twilight had her eyes closed, but the sugary scent of the pink pony swept over her and she thought she would melt. They continued until their breathing grew heavy, but as they parted, Pinkie playfully bit Twilight’s lower lip, and she gave a small gasp.
“This really is your first time, isn’t it?” asked Pinkie, letting go.
“Is it that obvious?” asked Twilight, cheeks flushing slightly.
“Actually, you were doing pretty well! But I hope you don’t mind if I change things up!”
“No, I— aaugh!” With one impossibly swift movement, Pinkie had pushed Twilight onto her back and was standing over top of her. The way she stood with the window at her back, the afternoon light seemed to halo her. Twilight realized that she would do anything for this pony, as long as she would stay.
Perhaps sensing this, Pinkie lowered herself, letting her soft body grind against Twilight’s. She gave a cry, the motion too much for her. Pinkie gave a seductive grin.
“Is that really all you can handle?” Twilight looked aside, blushing, and mumbled something indistinct.
“You’ll have to speak up,” said Pinkie, resuming her movements. Twilight cried out yet again, this time followed by actual words.
“N-no, I… I want more.”
“Are you suuuure?” She bent over and began to kiss along the nape of Twilight’s neck. “I wouldn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.” Twilight was practically whimpering.
“No, please! I… I need more.”
“Need, huh?” said Pinkie, giving pause. “Well, since you said please…” Her voice trailed off, and once again her lips met Twilight’s. This time, however, she ran a hoof down Twilight’s body, starting just below her neck and ending just above her crotch. Twilight seemed to urge her on, back arching slightly upwards, but Pinkie would go no further. Instead, she ran it up Twilight’s hind leg and back down again, lingering on her thigh.
“Stop being s-such a tease!” moaned Twilight.
“But it’s fun! And you know I can’t resist a little fun.” As she said this, her hoof slipped down, gently caressing Twilight’s vagina. Unprepared, Twilight gave a squeal of ecstasy and threw her hooves around Pinkie’s back. Never had she imagined it feeling this good— somepony else touching her. The unpredictability was too much, and Pinkie was a master. Her hoof rolled around Twilight’s clit before gently grinding her pussy. Twilight was paralyzed with pleasure, her whole body shaking. Pinkie seemed delighted by this and sped up, her wicked grin growing wider as a continuous moan escaped Twilight’s lips. Being treated so roughly but so skillfully, she felt like her body was on fire.
Before long, one of Twilight’s hooves had moved to Pinkie’s neck, and she pulled her down for another kiss. As their tongues danced, Twilight slammed her wet slit into Pinkie’s hoof and noises of ecstasy escaped into Pinkie’s mouth. Wave after trembling wave passed before Twilight finally released from her arch and collapsed. Pinkie, however, raised her slick hoof and gave it a lick before smiling.
“You’re pretty good. D’you want a taste?” It took Twilight a moment, but she gave a nod, and when Pinkie offered her hoof she ran her tongue along it. It really didn’t taste like too much of anything— maybe slightly creamy? She wondered what Pinkie tasted like, and realized just how far she’d surrendered to her lust.
“That was really fun, Twilight!” Pinkie said, sitting on her haunches, once again looking innocent. Twilight was still on her back, breath coming in deep gasps.
“Pinkie, that was… that was incredible. But you didn’t get to…” Her voice trailed off.
“Aw, it’s okay, silly! As long as you’re happy!” Twilight had slowly gotten back on her hooves. Already, a part of her missed the touch of the pink pony, the natural warmth. She didn’t owe Pinkie anything—at least, Pinkie herself didn’t seem to think so—but Twilight still wanted more.
“Do you know what I’d really like, Pinkie?” She was trying her best to sound sexy, but just hoped she didn’t sound foolish. Pinkie, however, seemed intrigued.
“What, Twilight?” Again with the false naivety. She did it so damn well.
“A chance to make you happy.” Pinkie was already wearing a smile, but at these words a sort of deviousness crept into it.
“Oh, are you sure?” It wasn’t a question; it was a dare. One Twilight intended to meet. Without further indication she walked over and placed a hoof on Pinkie’s chest before slowly pushing her. Leaning back and resting on her forehooves, Pinkie let her hind legs spread apart.
Twilight kissed her neck just below her ear, and again just below that, down her pink body. Though Pinkie was tense, she began to giggle as Twilight reached her chest.
“Twilight, that tickles!” Despite this Twilight continued until she was just inches above Pinkie’s soft pussy. Then without warning she began to drag her tongue back up Pinkie’s body, tasting the pony’s pelvis, stomach and chest. Pinkie’s giggles escalated into a series of soft moans. Twilight stopped as she reached her neck, and Pinkie gave her a look of surprise.
“You really are a fast learner, aren’t you?” Twilight shyly brushed away a few strands of hair before giving Pinkie another kiss. Breaking away, she bent over and gingerly placed her hooves underneath Pinkie’s flank, who was once again silent.
It must have been instinct. She ran her tongue along the insides of Pinkie’s thighs, savouring the mild sweetness. Her heart was racing already. Pinkie was incredibly warm, and just licking her made Twilight feel more alive than she ever had before. Yes, it must have been instinct. How else could she have been so bold?
She drew closer to Pinkie’s slit, and abandoning all subtlety slid her tongue over it. Like the rest of her, the taste was a gentle sweetness. She slid in deeper, and Pinkie’s legs gave a twitch. Twilight could feel the juices running down her tongue and past her lips. Above, Pinkie had placed a hoof on Twilight’s head. This continued, Twilight eager to taste and Pinkie gradually losing control of herself. It took Twilight a moment to realize Pinkie was saying something.
“Oh, Twilight…” she was moaning under her breath. In the afternoon sunlight, a few beads of sweat glimmered on her, some running down her body as she quivered. Twilight withdrew one of her hooves and began stroking her own wet slit. Intoxicated by the taste of Pinkie Pie, she found herself growing close much faster than before. Pinkie’s hoof was pushing down harder, forcing Twilight’s tongue inside.
Twilight’s mind was growing hazy. She withdrew her tongue and ran it over Pinkie’s clit. Both of them were on the brink. Twilight’s licking grew wild, but Pinkie seemed to love it. She pushed down harder, barely holding on. Trails of her own fluids ran down the insides of Twilight’s legs, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
“Twilight, I… I’m going to…” Pinkie’s voice was faint. She gasped, back arching, hoof pressing down with incredible force. Twilight’s tongue was forced inside as her face pressed down, hot juices flooding her mouth. She could feel her own knees buckle as she came, onto her own hoof. After a moment, she pulled away, a thin strand of cum running from her mouth to Pinkie’s dripping slit. Twilight tried to collect herself; her mind was a blank. But the pink pony suddenly pulled her close and planted a kiss on her.
There, being embraced by Pinkie, Twilight thought that she’d never been happier. She felt weak, even a little drained, but her whole body was shaking from the after-effects of her orgasm and Pinkie’s touch seemed to ignite her. Her mind seemed delayed, though in a good way: she was still reeling and never wanted to stop.
Eventually, the two pulled away from each other. Pinkie was looking at her with those soft blue eyes, but something seemed to have changed. They were still adorable, certainly, but there was a focus to them. Desire.
“Pinkie, you— I— you’re really warm.” Twilight immediately wanted to cringe. She had hoped the first thing she’d say was a little more moving. But Pinkie gave a mischievous giggle.
“You’re pretty warm, too! You did really well for a first-timer.” She was giving Twilight another expectant look. Twilight herself was trying to gather the courage to say what was on her mind.
“Pinkie, would you… would you maybe like to stay a little longer?” She breathed in. “I really don’t want you to leave.” Pinkie was smiling.
“Anything to make you happy, Twilight.” And indeed Twilight could not have been happier than there, on that spring afternoon in the embrace of that warm, pink pony.
