“Lydia eyed the heaving creamy mounds of fur and flesh before her, and reached with trembling claws for the laces of Charlotte’s bodice, quivering with anticipation and need.”
Dash paused to work her tongue around her lips, her whole mouth having gone very dry. Across the tiny cabin she and Gilda shared for the summer, the griffon lay on her bed, eyes trained on her pegasus friend. Dash’s hooves shook as she held the pilfered novel before her, afraid the camp counselor would notice its absence from her bunk at any moment, and burst in on them, demanding its return. They were just getting to the good stuff, too.
“Ceasing her fumbling, Lydia raised her eyes to Charlotte’s, stunned by the depth of feeling in the limpid blue pools. Capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss, Lydia fluttered her eyelids, relaxing into the heat of Charlotte’s body against her, and raising her claws again to the cursed laces. She knew where her talons were needed, and was determined to get there.”
“I think she’s gonna touch her tits!” hissed Gilda, talons pointing to her own, still flat, chest. Dash jumped a little where she sat, eyes immediately going to the door of their cabin.
“Shut up!” Her voice was hoarse. “Somepony will hear. Besides, why would she need to undo Charlotte’s bodice to get at her boobs?”
“Uh... duh?” Gilda could only point once more at her chest. Rainbow blinked obliviously.
“That’s your chest, dummy. Boobs are way farther down.” Rainbow started to gesture, but apparently thought better of it.
“What are you, stupid? Have you ever even seen a boob?” Gilda’s eyes narrowed. “I bet you haven’t.”
“What? Of course I have!” Dash retorted, cheeks flushing. “I’ve, I’ve even touched them! They’re like...” her eyes darted around the room, “sandbags.”
“God, Dash, you’re so stupid. Even I know that boobs feel like water balloons!” shouted Gilda, forgetting that they were attempting to be stealthy.
“Oh yeah?” Dash retorted, getting louder as well, “I bet you just made that up! I’ve touched way more boobs than you!”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Yeah-huh!”
“Just what is going on in here?!” The door to their cabin burst open, clattering against the wall. Through it stepped an irate pegasus pony several years Dash’s and Gilda’s senior. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two ponies, focusing in on the novel still held in Rainbow’s hooves. The counselor’s eyes narrowed, then widened in shock. Dash and Gilda had only a split second to trade a fearful glance before counselor’s senses returned to her.
“MY BOOK!”
“Oh, ah yes, this is a book. Is it your book? I had no idea!” Gilda widened her eyes, feigning innocence.
“We thought it was... educational! Yeah!” Dash chimed in. The counselor only seemed to get angrier, storming up to them. She held out a hoof, saying nothing but trying to bore a hole in the filly with her gaze. Rainbow handed the book over, which the counselor tucked quickly under one wing.
“Lights out. Now.” With that, the counselor turned around and stormed for the door. Gilda’s eyes went to the window on the far wall, noting the still bright sky.
“But-”
“Now!” The counselor slammed the door behind her. Gilda and Dash traded another glance, but quickly got about preparing for bed. In a matter of minutes they had the lights out and were settling into their respective bunks.
Moments passed in silence as Rainbow Dash eyed the setting sun, mentally reviewing what exactly Lydia had been doing with Charlotte’s bodice. As long as no one was going to know, she had to admit that although the text had been startling, inspirational even, she’d never been so far herself.
In fact, had she but known, Gilda’s thoughts were running in much the same channels, though with a pause or two to marvel at Dash’s seeming ignorance of basic anatomy.
“So you really never touched a boob, huh?” Gilda asked, breaking the silence. Dash stiffened slightly, trying to come up with some kind of clever retort.
“It’s not like you have either!” She replied, making sure to keep her voice low. It was light enough that she could still see Gilda from across the room, and she could see the griffon about to respond.
“Your own don’t count.” Dash preempted. “Not that you have any.”
“Hey!” Gilda rolled over to glare at Rainbow. “And it’s not like you ponies have any either! Like, what’s up with that?”
“Uhh, Gilda, I’m telling you... look, nevermind. I feel bad for your first girlfriend. When you finally get one, I mean.”
“Whatcha mean, finally?” Gilda hissed. “I’m gonna get one way before you! You boobless dunce.”
“BOOBLESS DUNCE!” Yelled Dash, before a look from Gilda quieted her. “I’ll have you know that ponies have lovely breasts, thank you very much, Miss Speciesist.”
“Ponies might, but you certainly don’t,” quipped Gilda, looking her friend up and down. “And I don’t care what you think, I’ll be touching a boob way before you do!”
“No way,” hissed Rainbow, sensing a challenge, “I bet you I will touch a boob way before you.”
“Oh, it is SO on,” replied Gilda, heedless of the racket they were making.
“LADIES!” Yelled the voice of their counselor. Reluctantly, Rainbow Dash rolled over, pointedly ignoring Gilda, and mentally vowing to get the best of her in the Battle of the Boobies.
“It’s a bet then.” Gilda hissed, after several minutes. “First one to touch a- no, first one go all the all the way wins.”
“All the way?” Dash asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She turned over to see Gilda nod.
“Like the bigger kids talk about. Like.. Lydia and Charlotte were doing.”
“But we never found out what...” Dash swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.
“Oh, come on Dash, don’t tell me you don’t know!” Gilda hissed, looking at Dash in amusement.
“What! Gilda, of course I know what big girls do together, duh!” Dash puffed out her chest, trying to look experienced and worldly. “I’ll take your bet, and you know I’ll win!”