July 17th

Twilight slowly walked down the center aisle of the train car, too caught up in her thoughts to notice the handful of ponies eyeing her with confusion, awe, apprehension, or a mix of the three. She found the door to her private car and pushed her way inside.

As she had slowly been coming to expect, the accommodations were lavish, more intricate and expensive than she either needed or cared for. Honestly, what sort of pony needed a chandelier on a sleeper car? She shook her head and shut the door, cantering to her bed for the overnight bullet train ride and set down her bag: a small case that matched her eyes and made her smile fondly whenever she looked at it.

Five days of worrying, fraying, picking at a jumble of confused thoughts and impulses, distracted dinners and tours, and unsettling looks of concern from her brother and the other three princesses had taken an emotional toll on Twilight. She let out a long breath, knowing it was about to come to…well, resolution might be asking too much.

It was about to get interesting, anyway.

Twilight pulled herself into the plush, high-thread-count, pillow-top, down, probably-more-expensive-than-she-cared-to-think-about bed and dragged the covers over her head. The distant roar of the train’s whistle signaled her departure from Manehattan’s station. As the movement along the track evened out to a gentle rocking, Twilight’s jumbled mind quieted. Soon her thoughts were blessedly silent and only the image of Applejack’s and Rainbow Dash’s smiling faces filled her head. She closed her eyes.

A gentle hoof pressed into Twilight’s back, between her wings. She rubbed her face into her pillow and smiled, feeling it drift up and down her spine. A second limb settled on her shoulder and the pressure increased. Twilight sighed, long and lingering, into her pillow as tension and worry were massaged from her muscles.

“Hey there, Sugarcube.” Warm. Soft. Sensual. Such an inviting voice, half breathed out across Twilight’s ears.

She grinned, twisting her head until her mouth was free of the pillow but not bothering to open her eyes. “Hi, Applejack.”

A…third? hoof pressed to the base of Twilight’s left wing and she extended it automatically, a tremor of confusion knitting her brow. Still feeling Applejack’s hot breaths across the fuzzy tip of an ear, Twilight gasped as an out of place feather was gripped in a set of teeth.

Quill straightened and vane smoothed with the flick of a tongue, a second voice, playful and slightly raspy, asked, “Sup, Twi?”

“Rainbow?” Another feather was guided straight and even and Twilight gasped again. “Ohh…”

Applejack’s hooves drifted higher to Twilight’s neck, circling, kneading, strong and careful. “Ya like gettin’ your wings preened, huh?”

Twilight tried to answer, but moaned instead. A blush spread across her muzzle and she meeped in embarrassment.

Applejack chuckled quietly. “No need to be so rabbity there, Princess.” Her voice dropped even lower and Twilight felt a shiver pass over her as the farmer’s hot breaths grew closer to her neck. “Y’all’re gonna like this a lot.”

Twilight tried to think as Rainbow preened her feathers, the slow and sensual movements transforming into a loop of pleasurable impulses: shots of electricity racing up her spine and making her squirm. At last she managed to find enough coherency to say, “But everything’s so different now, I’m a princess and—”

“That ain’t what this is about.” Applejack’s mouth was on the side of her neck, blazingly hot and wet, suckling at her coat. Twilight gasped again and lost all thought, twisting away in surprise but somehow giving Applejack even better access to the hollow of her shoulder. Her eyes opened wide. Rainbow Dash was waiting for her.

Forceful. Playful. Greedy. Rainbow’s tongue pushed into Twilight’s mouth, past her teeth, exploring and teasing. Twilight twisted around onto her back, Applejack’s mouth following the roll. The strong and solid mare settled half across Twilight’s chest, pressed in close, her suckling turning to kisses, trailing up along the side of Twilight’s neck and face. Rainbow pressed into the kiss harder. Yearning. Burning. Wonderful.

Twilight gripped Rainbow around the neck with a hoof, stroking the mare’s mane and pushing back into the kiss. Her other hoof wrapped around Applejack and she closed her eyes.

Rainbow pulled back and Twilight heaved in a gulp of air, only to have her mouth attacked by Applejack. Rainbow trailed down the other side of her neck.

Applejack sat back slowly. “Told ya you’d like it.”

Rainbow nipped at Twilight’s coat and she squeaked. Rainbow chuckled, teasing, “She totally likes it.”

“What’s going—?” mouths on her neck, hooves on her wings and tracing her sides. Her throat bobbed uselessly.

“This is what’cha want, ain’t it, Sugar?” Applejack murmured.

“I don’t know what I want.”

Rainbow snorted in good natured derision between bites and nips. Twilight’s eyes threatened to roll back in her head as hooves caressed her thighs. “I can smell you from here, Twi,” Rainbow growled into her neck. “You totally want this.”

“I…” Twilight ached, throbbed. She shut her eyes, heat rising to her face as she grimaced. Her impulses, her desires were always overwhelming and she tried to ignore them. She could smell it, though. Her musk on the air, frightening and tantalizing. She could feel her growing need and wetness. As soon as she had mentally accepted it, a hoof pressed to her parted lips.

Twilight cried out softly, arching into both mares above her. “That’s it, Sugarcube,” Applejack murmured, “just say it.”

Twilight whimpered in embarrassment. The hoof on her marehood, drifted up and down with maddening slowness and she rocked against it, her thoughts scattered and wanting her to pull herself away, but her body screaming for more, for release, for the wildness of Rainbow in her mouth, or the force of Applejack on her chest, but everywhere. “I want this,” she moaned. “I want this, but I don’t know who. I like you both so much and I don’t know what that means.”

“This ain’t about ‘who,’ either, Sugar.”

“Yeah, Twi. What do you want?” Rainbow asked.

“I…”

Applejack whispered, “Say it. No shame in it, just say it.”

“I…” She shut her eyes, her pulse throbbing her temples, her face an inferno. “I don’t want to.”

“They’re just words, Twi.” Rainbow’s hoof found Twilight’s swollen clit and the alicorn hugged both mares tighter. Rainbow pulled away and Twilight whined, wanting, needing. The pegasus drifted down the bed, mockingly slow. Applejack slid to the side as Rainbow lowered down, her eyes locked with Twilight’s gaze and her tongue out at a point, hovering maddeningly, tantalizingly close. Rainbow got close enough for Twilight to feel the warmth of her mouth. Twilight groaned, kicking her hindlegs petulantly. Rainbow smirked. “I’m not gonna do it unless you say it.”

Twilight’s lip quivered. A mewl escaped her snout and she shook her head. Applejack caught her chin and kissed her again, slow and gentle. Twilight could feel the humid puffs of Rainbow’s breath on her wetness and a shiver of need raced up her spine. Applejack leaned back and mumbled, “Just say it, Twi. It’s alright. Just say it.”

“Say it,” Rainbow agreed.

Twilight scrunched her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and growled out, “Fuck me! Please, please, fuck me! You’re both so hot, and I’m so turned on, please, just fuck me!”

Rainbow’s tongue was inside her, wriggling, probing. She arched back and opened her eyes to find Applejack straddling her face. The smell of arousal, sweat, dirt, and cinnamon filled her mind and she pressed into Applejack’s sex.

Twilight shut her eyes, licking, sucking, lost in an ocean of scent and taste with Rainbow’s mouth on her, in her, driving her wild, taking that mountain of need and making it taller.

She was flipped onto her belly and she opened her eyes again. Cinnamon was replaced by the coppery tang of lightning as Twilight lapped at Rainbow’s folds, watching her breath quicken, watching her bite her own lip as her eyes clouded over with lust. Applejack gripped Twilight’s rump, holding her aloft, delving deep, mapping out all of her inner walls. Twilight felt herself wink around Applejack’s tongue.

Twilight blinked and she was upright, pressed chest to chest with one, back to chest with the other. She couldn’t figure out who was where as she twisted around, kissing one, then the other, biting necks while the other two kissed, feeling hooves everywhere on her sweat-slicked body. Too many hooves. Not enough hooves.

She was lying across somepony’s chest, a tongue exploring her as she explored in turn. A second tongue joined the first, one on her most sensitive spot, the other venturing deep.

She was on her back, a head between her legs and her tongue in a mouth, tasting herself on their lips, tasting Rainbow, tasting Applejack.

Twilight filled the room with breathy gasps. They changed to whimpers, then moans, then cries.

Then as Rainbow, or maybe Applejack, or maybe both, pulled her throbbing pearl between their lips, she screamed.

Twilight barked out hoarsely, almost sitting up before her back arched. She cried out again, grabbing the sheets tightly as her muscles clenched aggressively. Fiery pleasure raced from the core of her belly to her hooves, along her spine, to the tips of her ears. She pressed her slick thighs together, moaning. Her climax ebbed just enough to make the next peak send a violent shiver across her entire body. Twilight shut her eyes tight and groaned long and low, tracing her hoof down to her marehood, finding herself soaked and throbbing.

Still in the aftershocks of orgasm and more aroused than she ever remembered being, Twilight pressed her hoof in harder. She closed her eyes and imagined Applejack’s muzzle back in her folds, Rainbow’s hips straddling her face, hooves around her, pressing, grasping, hot and desperate panting in her ears. She moved her hoof faster, face strained with need, bringing herself back to the brink with desperate speed.

Twilight arched off the bed as she came again. While she bit her lip to keep from crying out, her muscles spasming and her wings twitching, she had a brief moment of mental clarity inside the waves of pleasure.

She wasn’t blushing or flustered. She wanted it, so she took it. Simple as that.

After an endless few minutes of floating in bliss, Twilight gradually became aware of her surroundings and she eventually sat up. She sighed inwardly; the expensive sheets were rather ruined. Standing from the bed, her thighs damp and matted, she headed into her private bathroom to clean herself up.

As she clicked on the light, Twilight almost didn’t recognize her own reflection. Frazzled mane aside, she had never seen herself look so relaxed. She smirked at herself and leaned against the vanity, pulling up her forelegs and resting her chin on a hoof. “That was a great dream,” she mumbled.

She frowned in thought and sat up straighter. She glared at herself resolutely. “That filly needs to get l-lai…laaiiii…llllaaaaaiiiii…” She coughed and her face darkened. “The hen laid an egg. Eggs are laid. Applejack needed laid eggs. Applejack needed to get laid eggs. Applejack needs to get laaiiii—” She shook her head. “Still can’t say it,” she admonished herself. She pressed her wet thighs together and shivered in memory, smiling again. “Ah well. I’ll get over it.” Her mind wandered back to the dream and she grinned, her face growing warmer and warmer.

Staring at her reflection, Twilight’s brow slowly knit. “Ponyfeathers!” she shouted, "I'm gonna remember that dream every time I see their faces!" Twilight stepped back, unceremoniously thumped her head down hard against the countertop with a bang, and groaned in misery.

“These next few days are gonna be sooooo awkward!”

Author's Note

Once again, this is a side story dream sequence to The Mailbox, which I'm having entirely too much fun participating in.