Rainbow Dash Discovers Erotic Mind Control

Rainbow Dash trotted into the library. “Hey, Twilight. Oh, sorry. Princess Twilight.”

“It’s still just Twilight, Rainbow Dash,” the alicorn replied, ushering her friend in. “You don’t need to call me anything special.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, then found herself staring at those new wings atop the former unicorn’s back. “So… how are your wings now?”

“A little sore, but the doctor said I should just rest them up,” the recently ascended alicorn replied.

Rainbow Dash nodded in sympathy. While the transformation had been sudden – not to mention all the insanity that had preceded it – Twilight’s new status as an alicorn princess didn’t mean she was beyond the little aches and pangs of an overzealous flyer.

“What about you, Rainbow?” Twilight settled on some pillows, unfurling those purple wings and motioning for Dash to plop down on some pillows herself. “You look a little worn out,” she noted, rubbing along the bottoms of her eyes.

Rainbow Dash rubbed the same spot, and found the skin there sagging.

“Guess I’m a little tired from cleaning up the weather after Rarity. I don’t know how or why, but it’s like the world hasn’t decided what exactly happened when our cutie marks changed. Like, I cleared the clouds this morning, the usual, and then when lunch comes around, there’s checkerboard clouds over Sweet Apple Acres. No one scheduled it, nopony on my weather patrol did it, there’s no reason it should be that way. And that’s not even mentioning all the other stuff.”

“What other stuff?” the princess inquired.

“Just stuff that doesn’t make sense. If Rarity and me switched homes, why would she live in a cloud home? If she got my job, how did she manage to suck at it for so long and not get fired? How did the town turn into jerks without Pinkie Pie if she’s been away from Ponyville with us dozens of times? And how did you even cast that spell if it was unfinished?”

“You know, I’m honestly not sure. I didn’t put that much power into it, I just said the words. Never had a spell that worked like that before,” Twilight offered.

“Exactly. And our destinies changed because of the Elements. How does that work? Are we going to die if the Elements ever get dropped into lava? I can’t make any sense of it. And our true selves were supposed to have changed, but… I don’t remember acting like Fluttershy at all. The only thing I got from her was her job, which is weird because there’s no way I could have gotten it. And how did the rest of town not notice something was up until the afternoon?”

Twilight frowned. “Wow, this is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why. I’ve just been trying to clean up this mess all day and I can’t figure out why it’s a mess to begin with,” Rainbow Dash grumbled.

“And I thought I was the one overthinking everything.”

The blue mare chuckled. “Guess you rubbed off on me, Twilight.”

“I guess I have, and speaking of which, I called you over for a little something I think you’ll enjoy. This,” Twilight announced, hovering two copies over of a book. It was a testament to Rainbow’s fatigue that it took her five seconds to identify the mare on the cover.

“You’ve got the new ‘Daring Do’ novel? How?”

Twilight wriggled her wings in response and raised an eyebrow.

“Using royal privileges,” Rainbow concluded, turning her attention back to the cover art. “I gotta admit, Twilight, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Guess you rubbed off on me, too, Rainbow Dash. I should warn you, though, it’s not by the same author. This is the first issue of the revamped series. It’s supposed to have a darker tone and be geared more towards adults," Twilight warned.

Rainbow's left eyebrow raised up. “More towards adults? What are they gonna do, put Daring Do in college?”

“I don’t think anyone would do something as silly as that, but it is supposed to be pretty different compared to the old series.”

“’Daring Do and the Glaring Fetish’, sounds like the old series to me. If all she does is chase after a magic statue that stares, I’m okay with it,” Rainbow offered.

“Good,” Twilight replied, “a little reading will get your mind off all that frustration, I’m sure.”

Rainbow Dash settled into the pile of pillows with a content sigh and opened the book as her friend opened hers. “Yeah. This’ll do me a lot of good.”

Daring Do groaned as she came to. Slowly opening her eyes, she took stock of her surroundings. Stone steps on the left, stone steps on the right. Stone steps in front of her, stone wall behind her. Wide open skies above her, with a stray sliver of green here and there to remind her that she was in the jungle. Not that the sun burning down on her wouldn’t be reminder enough.

Nevertheless, she had her vest on, still, and her hat remained in its rightful position. All in all, it seemed like the usual Thursday morning for the mare.

Except for the stone slab beneath her and the manacles around her hooves, keeping her firmly in place on what looked like a ritual table in the middle of an amphitheatre.

Definitely a Saturday morning, then.

The silence was what unnerved her the most, though. The sounds of the jungle beyond were just background noise to the seasoned adventurer, but the distinct lack of villain monologue in this situation unsettled her.

“Hey there, sleepy head,” a soft voice greeted.

The yellow mare craned her neck to look behind her. She only caught a glimpse of the familiar pegasus, but a glimpse was all she needed.

“Foxfire,” Daring Do spat, struggling against her bonds. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you are, sweetie,” the mare replied, walking over to her captive’s side and gently running a wing over Daring’s exposed belly. “I’m here for the statue. Well, not quite, actually. I’m here for the statue’s power. I’ll let you have it when I’m done and then you can do whatever you want with it.”

“What are you talking about? The Glaring Fetish doesn’t have any power. It got exhausted during the Battle for the Second Crystal Empire.”

Foxfire chuckled, her back turned to the yellow pegasus.

“Oh, silly. You need to get out more, meet some stallions. Or maybe have some fun with mares,” the red pegasus with the black-tipped mane teased. She gave Daring a tentative tickle on the ankle with her wing.

Rainbow Dash’s leg suddenly twitched. Taking her eyes off the page for a moment to catch her breath, she suddenly found she had a really dry mouth for some reason.

“Rainbow Dash, are you okay?” Twilight asked, bringing up a glass of apple juice with her magic. “You look a little nervous. Want something to drink?”

“Just got to an exciting part, is all,” Rainbow replied, taking a sip.

“I know, right? This Foxfire sounds like an interesting villain,” Twilight noted.

“Yeah. She sounds really… captivating.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Daring Do asked.

“Just because it’s shot one load, doesn’t mean it’s spent, sweetie,” Foxfire joked, “You can just wait and let it recover, or even help it along a little.”

It was only as she said it that Daring Do noticed what had changed. She remembered Foxfire’s red coat, the little twinges of black in her light burgundy mane. She even remembered those little eyespots on her wings that had earned her the nickname ‘foxy peacock’ in college. A gross misnomer, of course, since she was at most a peahen.

She didn’t remember Foxfire having a horn, though.

“W-wha? How did you – that can’t be real. That horn’s a fake.”

“Oh, I’m afraid not, pet. I found a few loopholes in my anatomy, and exploited the flying feathers out of them. And if you’ll just help me with this one thing, my ascension will be complete. Just watch,” the red mare explained, sending power into that unnatural growth to bring forth the dragonequus statue Daring had spent weeks to track down.

The statue floated above her head, the gems in its eyes flashed once, then it was sat down just behind the tablet she was bound to.

Daring Do shivered. All of a sudden the air around her changed. Foxfire had a triumphant grin on her face, one that only got wider as she ascended the platform and lay on top of the prone pegasus.

“You know, it’s a real shame you and I never had any fun together. You would have made college so much more interesting.” The alicorn casually removed Daring Do’s hat to reveal her grey and black mane. Judging by the whiff of dragonfruit, the prone mare guessed barely a night had passed since she’d washed up in that hotel. She couldn’t figure out how Foxfire had tracked her, though, or what her angle was.

“It’s not my fault. I-I'm just not like you,” Daring Do stammered, wriggling under the warm weight of another mare.

“Oh, I know, pet. But what if I could fix that for you?”

“Wuh-what?”

Foxfire leaned in close and softly blew in her captive’s ear, sending shivers through the pegasus’ body. “It wouldn’t take much. All you’d have to do is listen to me. Let go of that silly free will and let me be your Mistress. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Umm, can’t you just leave me hanging over a pit of lava or something? You’re starting to freak me out,” Daring Do tried.

The alicorn on top of her just smiled in what looked like sympathy. “Is that really all you’ve been doing? A good-looking mare in her prime, spending all her time dodging death traps, running from old enemies? What about old friends, Daring? Why wouldn’t you wanna be with someone who cares for you, who admires you?” Foxfire asked, opening up the vest Daring was wearing.

“You can’t just do this, you –“ Daring started, before moaning at the soft touch of a wing on her chest.

“You like? It comes with the package, pet. Alicorns have a different aura around them, a different energy. I can make you feel so wonderful, all you have to do is let me. I can send pleasure into every fibre of your being, just from touching that hard, hot chest of yours. Imagine what I could do in some other places.” She grinned, then chuckled.

“This isn’t you,” Daring pleaded. “What happened to my friend? You used to be nice.”

“Oh, but I’m still nice, pet. See? I’m not using any fancy alicorn spells to get under your skin, just a few little touches on your skin,” she offered, gently holding Daring’s head in her hooves and locking eyes. “If I really wanted to, I could slip a little magic into my words, make my every command go right into that cute head of yours. I could try making your eyes go all bright and googly. I could even zap your brain with just a little beam of light in your eye and that would be it. You’d be my perfect little pet, all kissing, all licking, all serving. And you’d love every moment of it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Daring Do started, shivering in fear mixed with guilty pleasure.

“Of course not, pet. What’s the fun in that? I just want you to see things my way, no sense in forcing you into it. Just relax,” she whispered, fully lowering her body onto Daring’s now as she gently lowered her prisoner's head. A little electrical current seemed to pass through the captured adventurer as her private regions slowly made contact with the alicorn’s. Her mouth hung open in a soundless moan, and she felt her body seeking out the pleasurable contact despite her mind's warnings.

When it passed, Daring Do found herself a lot less eager to get away. The warmth wasn’t all that bad, Foxfire wasn’t hurting her. In fact, she seemed pretty tender. The sneaking paralysis worried her, though. “What are you doing to me? Why can’t I move?”

Foxfire pouted and tilted her head like a begging puppy. “Me? What makes you think I’m doing anything? I just wanted to talk to you here, all alone, where we can have a bit of fun. As for why you can’t move, that’s just because you don’t want to, silly.”

“N-no it’s not. You cast a spell on me. I felt it.”

Foxfire smiled petulantly. “What you felt was me telling you to relax, and apparently you like doing what I say. You’re carrying a lot of tension in you, Daring Do. Why shouldn’t you let a Mistress take care of you? Ease off the tension, stop needing to think for yourself all the time. You know you’d like it.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not like that.”

“Really?” Foxfire teased with a wide smile. “So you think I’ve got some kind of spell on you. Well, I think that all I need to do is soften you up a bit. Your body already seems to think it should do as I say, but I guess your mind needs a little more coaxing. So… what kind of girl are you?”

“Please stop, Foxfire. This isn’t right.”

“Shh, pet, Mistress is thinking. Are you an ear-nibble type of girl?” the red alicorn asked, moaning slightly as she took a tentative nip at Daring’s ear, taking care to rub the soft length of her belly over as much of Daring's as she could. The yellow pegasus shivered and cringed, but shook her head despite the little tease.

“No, that’s too obvious. Chest, maybe?” She nuzzled and licked at Daring’s chest, seeking out the little nips beneath that short fur. Daring winced as the tiny nubs stood on end, reaching out for more of that soft, warm tongue. She clung to her own thoughts, determined not let any of the pleasure distract her, even if it did feel good. And even if it did come from a pony she rather liked, and who was giving her a fair chance, at least. Her train of thought derailed as she couldn't quite think of a good reason anymore why this was so wrong. She was sure it was, though, it had to be.

Foxfire rose up to test her pet’s reaction. She didn’t find what she was looking for. “No, you’re not that type of gal. You like something a little more exotic, more down south, don’t you?”

“Please don’t,” Daring begged, paralysed and shaking with lust. She found beads of sweat starting to make their way across her face, and she was too dazed to care whether that was due to the sun or the company.

“If you’re so intent on stopping me, pet, go right ahead,” Foxfire offered, unlocking the bonds with a twinkle of her horn.

Daring Do snapped her forelegs out of the cuffs, then rubbed her wrists to make sure she hadn’t chafed them. She couldn’t move her head, though, or her back. But there was nothing holding her down.

And yet she couldn't find the force of will to push the alicorn away.

She had her.

Foxfire slid a little lower, stroking her pet’s sides with those soft wings and hooves. She lowered her face to just above Daring’s nether regions, blowing softly over the lips concealed by her outer folds. She smirked mischievously as that got a lustful moan out of the prone mare. “No, that’d be too easy, and kind of unfair. You smell eager, though, pet, that’s a good sign. But I don’t think I’ve really found your sweet spot yet. I wonder….”

Looking back with a knowing grin, Foxfire grabbed hold of Daring’s hind hooves. She stretched out her right wing to circle around a calf, then gave the briefest lick with her tongue.

Daring Do’s breath quickened, her mouth hanging open. She humped the air in a reflex.

“Bingo. You’re just a little hoof slut, turns out. Don’t worry, pet, your secret is safe with me. And I’ll make good use of it,” the alicorn taunted, stroking and blowing over the sensitive appendages.

“Nuh-no. You can’t make me….”

“I’m not making you, Daring. You’re doing this on your own. Why do you keep denying you enjoy it? If you really hate it so much, prove it. You’re not chained, you’re not enchanted.”

“You hypnotised me,” the adventurer concluded.

“Suppose I did,” the alicorn admitted. “But even then, you took your first year of Psychology with me, you know that can’t happen without you wanting it. Just admit it, pet. Just say it once to see how it feels. Let your mind slip, I’ll take good care of it, I swear. Just say it once, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Mmm…” Daring Do started.

Foxfire blew over the surface over her hooves. The black-tipped wings started tickling along her ankles, sending more waves of pleasure through her body. “Go on, say it.”

“Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked quietly. “You look a little out of it.”

“N-nothing. It’s nothing,” the pegasus stammered, suddenly finding her wings throbbing with blood. Those weren’t the only part of her anatomy flush with arousal, either. The smell of sex hung in the air, and while she had no experience regarding her friend, she was pretty sure it was coming from both of them.

Twilight grinned and got a little closer, spreading her wings as if to hug her friend. “I thought you might like that scene. I always pegged you for sensory thinker, you know.”

“A what?” Rainbow Dash asked, trying not to let her immobility or panic thereat show.

“Sensory thinker, instead of a verbal thinker like most ponies. You don’t think in words, you think in sights, sounds and –“ she started, pausing to take a sniff of Dash’s arousal scent, “smells. Means you have a very vivid imagination and it’s hard to control your mind with magic. You’re very easy to hypnotise, though.”

Rainbow Dash gulped. “Well, at least you can’t hypnotise me like in the book, right?”

“Of course not. That silly thing had nothing to do with real hypnosis,” Twilight assured, draping herself closer over her friend. Rainbow Dash’s breath started to quicken at the alicorn’s closeness, and she could swear she felt the vaguest tingle of electricity between their touching nether regions.

“See, real hypnosis starts with an induction. First you’d have to relax and listen to my voice,” Twilight started, letting the edge bleed out of her tone. “You’d start to notice it’s getting a little harder to think, but that’s all right because you can let me do the thinking for a little bit.”

“T-Twilight? You’re starting to scare me here.”

“Oh, nothing to worry about, Rainbow Dash. It’s not like I’m forcing you to listen to every word I say. You can decide to hold on to all that uncomfortable tension if you want to, or follow my voice and relax. Just feel your body getting heavier and your mind following my words,” the princess cooed. She started talking more slowly, in a slight monotone. And as much as Rainbow Dash wanted to pretend it was just for fun, she had to admit Twilight's voice was sounding very hypnotic.

“Isn’t that nice and pleasant? Don’t your forelegs feel so heavy you don’t want to move them anymore? Your hind legs, those overworked wings? Try slowing down your breath, Rainbow Dash, it’ll help. Just feel that relaxation flowing in with every breath, relaxing your whole body, just breathing out all that tension. You’ve been working so hard, your body must be so tired. You deserve a little break from everything. And who better to give it to you than a good friend?”

The blue mare moaned as her breathing slowed on its own. She tried to ignore her friend’s words, but they flowed right into mind like sweet honey, making her thinking slow down and turn to images of warmth and stickiness. Her arousal from the scene she'd just read made her eager for the real thing, at least deep down. It scared her, though.

“Stop. Why are you doing this?” Rainbow Dash whimpered.

“To help you, Rainbow. You clearly have a deep desire to experience the kind of thing you just read about, I’m just letting you,” Twilight explained, backing off to sit in front of her. “It’s just for a little fun. Don’t you like fun things?”

“Yeah, but --”

“Tell you what. I’m going to count down from five to one. With every number I count, you get to decide how deep you go. If you really want to stop this feeling, you’ll just wake up and we can talk about it, no hard feelings. But if you do enjoy the idea of being controlled and being somepony’s pet, you’re going to relax more and more with every number I say. You’re going to want to obey my every word, letting go of any control you have over your body and falling into a deep state of trance. I’ll be your Mistress, you’ll be my pet, and then we can have some fun. It’s all up to you. Ready?”

Rainbow Dash meekly shook her head, her mind desperately reaching out to move her unresponsive limbs. Her heart pounded, her mind raced.

“Five.”

Like a wave on a cliff following her breath out, the relaxation washed over her. Rainbow’s mind went dark and silent, only Twilight’s voice echoing in her head. That pounding in her chest came so fast she thought she might die, and her breath turned from quick panting to a shallow and steady rhythm. It felt like Twilight had flipped an emergency switch to stop an overload, although it seemed at least one part of her body just didn't feel like easing up.

“Four.”

Another breath out, another wave. It wasn’t quite so drastic that time. Her wings stopped aching, her heart was still pounding but it didn’t distract her. It was slowing down to a pleasant thumping. She couldn’t think in her own voice anymore, but she didn’t really feel the need to.

“Three.”

She felt heavy as lead now. Her muscles had completely gone slack all over, going into whatever position the pillows and gravity agreed on. Her face must have looked like a mask, because even her jaw was starting to go limp.

“Two.”

So hard to think now. Where was she again? Library. Books. Twilight. Twilight Sparkle. Princess Twilight Sparkle. That was what was important.

“One.”

She stopped caring. Rainbow Dash felt happy like this. For once, nothing ached. She couldn’t think of any little remarks that always seemed so funny at the time but made her feel stupid afterward. She couldn’t think of a good reason not to close her eyes. Really, there wasn’t any reason to just listen to Twilight, to her Mistress.

Darkness was all around. Silence reigned. She couldn’t remember where she was, how she’d gotten there or who she was with.

“Open your eyes, pet,” the princess commanded.

Without any thought on Rainbow’s part, her eyes went open.

“Told you you’d like it. Now, how about a little fun?” Twilight asked with a big smile on her face.

“I-I don’t….”

“Shh, pet. No need for you to speak unless spoken to, I know what I’m doing. I’ve done a bit of research on this topic, and I’m sure I can find something that’ll help you feel better. Now, the first thing we need to do is determine your individual erogenous zones. That way I know exactly how to reward good behaviour. So, tell me: does this feel good or does this tickle?” the alicorn asked, slowly stroking over Rainbow’s chest and belly with her wingtips.

“T-tickle.”

“Okay, we can scratch that, then. How about this?” the purple mare continued, laying on her friend and running her hooves over the length of Dash’s erect wings.

“G-good,” she admitted, grimacing.

Twilight ceased her stroking, the rested her head on her friend’s chest, looking her right in the eyes. “You’re still not reacting the way I thought you would. Maybe along here,” she started, gently rubbing along the sides of the pegasus’s ribcage and the side of her abs. “Hmm, you’ve got a pretty hard body, you know, even when it’s relaxed.”

Rainbow Dash nodded.

“That feels pretty good, huh? Still not your soft spot, though. I wonder… oh, silly me, I should have noticed,” Twilight joked. “You’re sensitive in your hooves. That’s why you got so excited about Daring Do. I told you you had a lot in common with her. Raise your hind legs for me, pet.”

Again, the pegasus moved on autopilot. She couldn’t object, she couldn’t flee, she could only obey. She placed one hind hoof on her friend’s shoulder, then the other. A vague sense of dread surfaced at the back of her mind as she realised she was not only putting her sensitive hooves in licking range, with her legs open like that she was presenting the most private part of her body to her friend.

Twilight held her the way a stallion would hold her.

And to make matters even worse, the smell of Dash’s arousal only became stronger as she did.

Slowly, tentatively, Twilight rubbed her face against the hard surface, one wing folding over to stroke her fetlocks. Keeping her eyes on Rainbow Dash, however, she found it didn’t have the result she’d expected. Her dear friend wasn’t enjoying this at all. Rainbow's face was contorted as if she were suffering unspeakable pain. Never breaking eye contact, the princess slowly extended her tongue towards the sensitive hoof.

Rainbow Dash cringed, or at least she tried to. In her self-induced trance, there wasn’t much she could do about it, but if Twilight pushed her any further, she might snap. “What’s wrong, pet?”

“N-nothing. It’s okay,” Rainbow stammered.

“You’re lying, pet. I don’t like it when you lie. Tell me, it’s all right,” Twilight gently commanded.

“It’s nothing,” the pegasus insisted.

“Okay, if you really have to keep that a secret from me, then I guess there’s no problem if I just keep going,” Twilight remarked as she licked the surface of that hoof.

“IhadabadlandingonceandIskiddedoversomegravelandbrokenglassitchippedupmyhoovesreallybadlyandhurtmylegsandIknowyoucan’treallyfeelonyourhoovesthatmuchbutwhentheypulledoutallthatstuffitreallyfeltbadandevenafterithealedupitstillhurtswhenit’stouchedbyanyponylikesomethingthat’snotsupposedtobethere,” Rainbow Dash blurted out.

Twilight stopped, shocked but keeping her composure. “Say that again, slowly.”

“I had a bad landing once and I skidded over some gravel and broken glass. It chipped up my hooves really badly and hurt my legs. And I know you can’t really feel on your hooves but when they pulled out all that stuff it really felt bad. And even after it healed up it still hurts when it’s touched by anypony, like something that’s not supposed to be there,” Rainbow Dash admitted, breath coming in little gasps like she was sobbing.

“You get a phantom pain, remembering all those things that hurt you. It's just a memory, but it's enough to hurt," Twilight concluded.

The pegasus pony nodded, tears starting to form. “I’m sorry, Twilight. I guess I do like this, deep down, but my hooves just hurt too much. You’re right: I do wanna be a good pet sometimes. Not all the time, just to relax. But I just can’t.”

Twilight reached out and put a hoof under Rainbow's chin to make her look the princess in the eyes. “Of course you can, Rainbow Dash. I'm your friend, remember? I don't want to hurt you. I could ease the pain, if you like.”

The fact that Twilight called her by her name and not ‘pet’ hung in Dash’s head for a moment. The whole pet and owner act just evaporated, all because Rainbow Dash had said it hurt. She could stop this whole game right now, she realised. Yet somewhere in the deeper parts of her mind she wanted to know where this would lead. "How?"

"Just give me a second. I know what to do." The alicorn conjured up a black blob of sorts that split into four, one for each of her hooves.

As they settled on the blue mare’s tender appendages, Rainbow Dash found the liquid hardening into something like rubber. With the rubbery socks settling into skin-tight shells, her hooves became isolated, numbed, protected. Twilight smiled at the tension in Dash's face visibly easing, the vaguest hint of a smile forming on the pegasus' face.

Another nuzzle, another lick, and this time Rainbow Dash whimpered in pleasure. The pressure registered on her hooves, but the thin membrane made the things feel unnaturally smooth. It felt like her hooves were touched, without that awful memory of chipped and broken surfaces to tarnish the feeling.

It felt divine. A shudder started in her hoof and travelled all the way up her back to her head, then settled on her lower belly. She humped the air and groaned, soaking the pillows with her arousal scents.

Twilight smirked at the reaction. “Much better, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” the pegasus admitted, growing hot all over and finally enjoying her predicament in earnest.

“Glad you like it. It's a little spell I learned after studying changeling magic. That stuff on you is pretty sturdy, but thin enough to feel organic, plus it grows nice and warm after it's been on you for a while. But you know, pet, there’s a lot of other uses for that substance,” Twilight teased, getting another blob of the black matter ready. A little touch of magic, and it reshaped itself into something even a dazed Dash knew the place for.

The phallic object floated tantalisingly slowly towards Rainbow’s nether lips, now slick with her juices and being caressed by her Mistress.

“You know what I want to hear, Rainbow. Just say it once. Try it, to see how it feels.”

Rainbow Dash’s breath quickened again. Her body refused to respond to anything but what Twilight told it to. She just wanted release from all this pent-up frustration and lust. She tried to hump towards the improvised dildo, but it didn’t give her any solace.

Twilight leaned in and whispered. “Do you want this, pet?”

Clenching her eyes shut, Rainbow Dash decided to let go. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl, Rainbow,” Twilight cooed. “Rainbow?”

“Rainbow!” Twilight’s voice called out.

The pegasus shot awake, furtively looking around. Her heart was pounding, her wings felt stiff, and there was a dampness in her nether regions she’d have a hard time explaining if anyone noticed. “What happened?”

The alicorn wiped a bead of saliva off her friend’s cheek. “You fell asleep. I didn’t think I needed to wake you up, but then you almost started drooling on the book. And from the way you’re sweating, I’d say you had one whopper of a nightmare.”

“Err, yeah, nightmare. I think,” the blue mare started, shaking her head to clear it.

“You really don’t look so good, Rainbow Dash. You should take a break. And not just a nap, a real break.” Twilight extended a comforting hoof to rest on Rainbow's shoulder.

Rainbow Dash's gaze fell on the hoof, then followed the foreleg to look at Twilight's face. “You’re probably right, Twilight. I don’t know what happened. When did I pass out?”

“Around the tablet scene.” Twilight withdrew her hoof and looking at the still open book. “You didn’t get to the part where Foxfire reveals her plan.”

“And how did Daring Do get out of it?”

“Spoilers, Rainbow. How about we try this again sometime, when you can stay awake?” the princess offered.

“I’d like that,” Rainbow Dash started to head for the door. “But, Twilight? Did we… I mean, did I….”

“Did we what? Read a book? Yes. Did you fall asleep? Yes, you did. And I’m not that surprised, honestly,” Twilight noted.

“I didn’t snore, did I?” Rainbow Dash asked with a wince.

Twilight shrugged, inadvertently making her wings flap clumsily. “I wouldn’t know. When I read, I just tune everything else out. Why do you ask?”

Rainbow regarded her friend for a moment. She couldn’t find any hint of mockery, of pity, or even shame. Nothing had happened. “It’s nothing. I should head home, get some rest.”

“You do that,” Twilight encouraged, ”take care of yourself, Rainbow Dash. And take care of those wings, they look a little stiff.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Right back at you, princess. See you around.”

And with that, she was off, rainbow trail in the sky.

Twilight sighed and floated a heavy tome over to her table. “Inventory check. Let’s see,” she started, going over the list.

Once she found her mark, Twilight headed down to the basement and collected the book she needed. A brief look at the index, a quick flip to the right page, and the princess gave a confident smirk.

“Hoof salve for irritable extremities and injury traumas,” Twilight cited aloud. “This should make our next reading session a little more enjoyable.”

The alicorn suppressed a chuckle.

“Good thing Rainbow Dash talks in her sleep.”

Author's Note

Since this was written a while back, there are a few too many speech attributions in this chapter. It's noticeably less in my newer works, and will be in future chapters. Ditto on double spacing after a full stop, that's what you get when you leave a story unpublished for so long. Consider this first chapter a throwback to my pre-FimFiction days. The rest of the story will be... in between.

Much like Ventes-sur-lattes, this one chapter would have been a story on its own, had it not been for community feedback. Most of the feedback could be summarised as "More, please."

Will it be worth the effort? We'll just have to wait and see.