Dashing across the Golden Oak Library to her desk, Twilight Sparkle levitated a drawer out and dumped its contents on the floor. She began sifting through ink bottles, quills, and pieces of parchment for the invitation.
“Is Pinkie’s Party tonight?”
Twilight wasn’t the sort of pony who would let an event like this slip her mind. Normally she’d have marked her calendar, and then on the day of the event, she’d have added it to her To-Do list. This time, however, she skipped both of these steps and only happened to remember when she was thinking about her friends.
“Here it is!” She said triumphantly, picking out a card from the pile. She quickly stuffed the remaining contents back into the drawer and put it away as she opened the letter and read it.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
Thank you for agreeing to host the very special key party! It’s going to be held at the Golden Oaks Library on Friday the 16th at 9:00 PM.
All we need are three locked rooms and two copies of each key. This party is going to be super awesome fun!
Yours truly, Pinkie Pie
PS Spike is NOT invited
She slapped her forehead with her hoof. Of course! Twilight didn’t write it down so Spike wouldn’t get disappointed. She did, however, schedule him for his own slumber party with Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, who were convinced that Spike could help them find their cutie marks faster. Unfortunately, that left Twilight without his help, and according to the grandfather clock in the bedroom, she only had three minutes left to track down the six keys.
Twilight ran to another corner of the room where a key ring was hanging from a hook on the wall. She levitated it off and looked at them. Only three keys. Twilight knew there was a spell somewhere to copy the keys, but she didn’t have enough time to track it down and cast it. She lowered her head in defeat. Was the key party going to be a disaster because of her?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Twilight lifted her head and forced a smile. Running a hoof through her mane, she calmed whatever frazzle had appeared in the past few minutes.
“Come in!” She called with as much cheer as she could muster. The party would certainly be fine, she rationalized, even if they didn’t have all six keys.
The door flung open and her dear friend, Applejack, trotted in, sporting her usual 10-gallon hat. “Howdy, Twilight! Hope you don’t mind I’m a wee bit early.”
“No, it’s fine.” She managed a convincing smile. Still holding the keys in the air, she trotted to the middle of the room to meet her.
One by one each of the guests arrived. Rarity was the second to arrive, wearing a long flowing maroon pony dress with a high yellow collar. Next Rainbow Dash appeared in a blur of color and was so excited that she couldn’t help but stay afloat with the beat of her wings. Fluttershy quietly crept in, her long pink hair falling to one side almost brushing the floor.
Once the ponies had greeted each other, they chatted while waiting for Pinkie Pie, the party’s host, to arrive.
“So, I had a question.” Rainbow began. “Pinkie’s invitation said that this was some sort of key party. What exactly is a key party?”
Twilight frowned. She had meant to look up what it meant before, but she again had forgotten because it wasn’t on her To-Do list. The term did sound familiar though. She knew she’d read it somewhere before, but couldn’t remember where exactly.
Applejack shrugged. “Beats me. I just know I’m supposed to be ready for a good time.”
“It probably involves keys,” Rarity stated the obvious. “And locks.”
The front door flew open. “I’m here!” Pinkie Pie shouted. Her bright curly fuschia mane bounced as she pushed a closed cardboard box the size of herself inside with her front hooves. “Who’s ready to party!?!”
The other ponies looked nervously from one to another.
“Um, Pinkie Pie,” Applejack began, “we’ve all been wondering a might bit about what sort of party this is.”
“A key party!”
“And what exactly is a key party?” asked Fluttershy.
“Oh, it’s a lot of fun! First we need a place with lots of rooms, like this one.”
The ponies looked around at the vast one-room loft that they occupied.
Rainbow Dash spoke up. “Um, I hate to break it to you, but there aren’t exactly a lot of rooms here.”
“Actually, there are several rooms.” Twilight corrected. “There’s the basement, the observatory upstairs, and I can pull out this partition to separate the bedroom.”
Using her magic, a wall of bookshelves slid across the middle of the main room, completely covering the way to the loft bedroom. The bookshelves parted, revealing a door that could be used for access.
“I didn’t know you could do that!” Applejack said, surprised.
“I don’t really use it too often.” Twilight admitted. “Really only when I first moved in when Pinkie decided to throw the Summer Sun Celebration party here.”
“And wasn’t that amazing?” Pinkie cheered.
Twilight recalled the restless night she’d spent trying to solve the mystery of the Mare In The Moon. She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it was amazing.”
“Well this party’s going to be even more amazing! It’s going to be the most amazingy maziest of all parties yet!”
“So how does it work?” Rarity asked.
“First, we need two keys for each of the three doors” Pinkie started. She pushed a small table to the center of the room to lay the keys on.
Twilight grimaced as she offered the key ring. “I only have three keys.” She took them each off the ring and put them on the table as she explained each of them. “These lead to the three rooms: the observatory, the bedroom, and the basement,” she explained.
“Okay!” Pinkie cheered. “If we only have three keys, we can just draw straws instead!”
Pinkie opened her box and pulled out several pieces of paper and pencils. “Whoever draws the two shortest straws pick a key, and then the next shortest straws, and then the longest straws!” She grabbed a pencil with her mouth and started drawing.
“Um, Pinkie? I don’t think that’s what ‘drawing straws’ means,” Twilight ventured a guess. “It sounds like we’re supposed to break off into pairs.”
“I did think that part was confusing.” Pinkie admitted, dropping the pencil. “I wonder if mine would have been the longest?” She held up her drawing of a bendy straw.
“Pinkie, where did you hear about this party?” Rarity asked.
“I found it in this book about parties!” She pulled a book out of her hair and held it up.
Twilight looked up in shock. She immediately recognized the book and suddenly remembered exactly what a key party was. “Oh that book! We used it at the slumber party! It has all kinds of overnight parties, including key parties.”
She shuffled nervously as the meaning of the party began to strike her. A key party included several activities that she’d never done before. Activities that, for her, were always distant fantasies that she took comfort in knowing would never happen. That is, until now. She wasn’t certain if she wanted to be at this party. Then she remembered an important detail that would be sure to stop it.
“But, isn’t a key party supposed to have equal numbers of mares and stallions?” she asked. “There’s no way we can have a key party with six mares.”
“You’re so old-fashioned, Twilight!” Pinkie laughed. “It only suggests having an equal number of mares and stallions. We can still do it as long as we have an even number of ponies.”
“But…” Twilight objected, but couldn’t think of what to say.
“So we have the keys and we split off into pairs,” Fluttershy said. “Then what do we do?”
“Then each pair takes one of these boxes,” Pinkie took out three smaller corrugated boxes from her larger one and placed one next to each key, “and then they go into a room and lock the door behind them.”
“What’s in the box?” Applejack asked. “And why in the world would we go into different rooms? What’s the point of that?”
“Applejack’s right!” Twilight declared, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face. “What’s the point of a party where we all don’t spend time together?”
“But we do spend time together!” Pinkie defended.
“What are you so worried about, Twilight?” Rainbow asked. “What’s in the boxes? And what do we do in the room?”
Pinkie explained, “well, when we’re in our rooms together, we get intimate with each other’s bodies and have a wonderful time! The boxes have things that help with that.”
Applejack’s and Rainbow Dash’s mouths dropped open. Twilight gritted her teeth, hoping the others would stop the party before it continued. Fluttershy but wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but supported the others’ feelings of surprise by dropping her head down and hiding her face under her hooves.
Rarity pressed her lips together tightly before breaking the silence. “I think I’ve been to one of these parties before.”
The other five looked at her. “What?” they all yelled.
“Um… well, the Canterlot Elite had all kinds of parties.” She thought back through the rush of events during her short stay in Canterlot the previous year. “They had boating parties, garden parties, tea parties…” she blushed, “and I think one of them was a key party.”
Everypony sat silently, waiting for more.
“Let’s just say it was a party where Fancy Pants and I got more well acquainted.”
“How did you get to know him better?” Fluttershy asked, trying to get a better understanding of what would happen in the room.
“We, um, did things...” Rarity hesitated, hoping she wouldn’t have to elaborate further.
Twilight opened her mouth to speak, but Rainbow Dash started first. “So if this works the way I think it does…” Her eyes darted to the orange pony in the cowboy hat. “The pony with the most stamina is going to have the most fun at this party.” She jumped into the air, flapping her wings to hover. “And that pony is obviously me.”
“Hey there now,” Applejack objected. “This is a party, not a competition!”
“You’re just saying that because you know I’m the best.”
“That’s not-”
“Admit it! I’m better than you.”
Applejack tilted her hat over her brow in friendly anger. “Are not!”
“Am too!”
“Are not!”
“Prove it!”
“Alright!”
Rainbow Dash dove at the keys, picking one up with its box, and flew towards the bedroom door.
“Wait!” Twilight called out. “That’s not how we’re supposed to-”
Applejack galloped after her and the door slammed behind them. The door locked with a click, leaving Fluttershy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight alone in the main room.
“Oh dear, this party seems very competitive.” Fluttershy started stepping backwards towards the front door. “I’m sure the three of you will have plenty of fun.” She turned to leave.
Rarity looked at the uncertain unicorn and the smiling earth pony. “But Fluttershy, we need an even number of ponies for this party.” She gracefully trotted over, stepping in front of her. “It would be dreadfully rude to leave one of us without a partner.”
Fluttershy moved her head close to the ground, but still maintained eye contact. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to do that.” She started walking backwards again. “But I might not be a very good partner.”
“Nonsense!” Rarity waved her hoof. “You’re going to make an excellent partner!” She walked towards Fluttershy, backing her towards the basement door. “Besides, wouldn’t you like to get better acquainted with one of us?”
“Well, I suppose that would be nice...” The door opened with Rarity’s magic and the pegasus backed into the basement. With a glow, the basement key and its box floated through the air, following behind them. The door closed and the click of the lock echoed throughout the room.
Pinkie Pie and Twilight looked at each other.
“Ready to go?” Pinkie asked cheerfully.
Twilight eyed Pinkie Pie, who was smiling ecstatically about the success of the party so far. The others seemed to be into it, so why not her? What’s the worst that could happen? She gave a sigh of resignation. “Alright, let’s go.”
Grabbing the last box and key, they both walked into the observatory and locked the door behind them.
Rarity closed the door behind her and locked it with the key. Holding the key and the box, she stepped out onto the landing above the staircase that led to the basement.
“Are we partners?” Fluttershy asked hesitantly, her yellow wings closed tight against her body. “We didn’t draw straws.”
“Yes, we are,” Rarity assured her. She led the way down the stairs, her elaborate dress brushing the edge of each step. “Soon we’ll get to know each other much more intimately.”
Rarity and Fluttershy descended the stairs to the basement.
Despite having no windows, the room was lit with the pleasant warm glow of magically enchanted torches on the walls. This space was typically used by Twilight to analyze and experiment on anything interesting she could find, featuring several machines with countless lights and switches that were presently dormant. Near the machines was a set of hanging folder drawers, labeled with project names like “Pinkie Sense” and “Talent-enhancing Potion”. Across from the staircase was a clean wooden desk with several drawers. Beside it were four maroon tasseled pillows and a stack of books, no doubt left over from an evening of research.
Rarity placed the box and key on the desk and turned to Fluttershy. The unicorn tilted her head up, as if inspecting the pony before her. The pegasus in turn drooped her head down.
“I already know you very well, what with our trips to the spa and all.” Fluttershy suggested nervously, glancing around the room. “So that means we don’t need to be too competitive, right?”
Rarity chuckled. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll tell you exactly what to do and I'm sure you'll perform admirably."
“Okay,” came the timid reply.
“Turn around slowly so I can see all of you.”
“What? Why?”
“Because we’re supposed to explore each other’s bodies, remember?”
“Oh, right!” Fluttershy carefully turned around, trying her best to impress Rarity, though she had no idea how. She awkwardly stepped around in a circle, leading with her head ever so slightly. She wondered if Rarity would approve of her.
The unicorn examined her every move, from the way her neck stretched to the flow of her hair. She had never taken the time to appreciate all of what her friend had to offer visually, and she liked what she saw. Fluttershy was not exactly majestic, as nervous as she was, but her genuine display of feeling was refreshing.
Rarity was accustomed to using her air of elegance to mask her true self. Her raised eyebrow, cocked head, and dominant stance were all an act to hide her insecurities. Though this may not have been her first key party, it was her first time with a mare. She contemplated what that would be like. Would she enjoy it?
Fluttershy finished her rotation and faced Rarity once again.
“Very good,” the seamstress nodded approvingly. “Now lie on your back, please. I’d like to see what you look like underneath.”
Obediently, Fluttershy knelt onto her side and rolled over onto her back. Her beautiful pink mane flowed gently on the ground and her tail pooled delicately below her.
“Is this what exploring each other’s body is like?” she asked, looking up at her.
Rarity nodded. She thought back to her night with Fancy Pants the previous year. She remembered turning around for him, getting on her back for him, and doing everything he asked. What confidence! What tenderness! Each command followed without question. No thought, no fear, just bliss. She hoped she could give her friend that feeling too.
“Yes it is. You’re doing very well, Fluttershy.” Rarity smiled. “Now let me see your wings.”
Fluttershy’s folded wings were practically glued to her sides from her tension, but with a deep breath, she was able to relax enough to open them. Her wings spread slowly across the floor, her soft feathers gently brushing against the ground.
Rarity’s dark blue eyes widened as she stared. She allowed herself to see the pegasus’s natural beauty beyond their friendship or even her own identity as a mare. The image of her gorgeous mane, kempt fur, and spectacular wings filled Rarity with an uplifting energy, making her tingle all over. She always had an inkling about what stallions saw in mares, but it wasn’t until now that she fully understood the awesome power that such beauty could wield.
Lust began to creep into her mind. Looking was nice, but a part of her wanted more. It wanted to take her body; to own it, and make it hers. She wanted to claim her body with touch and bask in its sensation. She wanted to smell it, taste it, and envelop herself in its magnificence.
“Am I doing it right?” Fluttershy asked, breaking her train of thought.
She shook herself back to sense. Before her was her friend once again, hooves crossed tightly over her chest and cheeks rouged. Her yellow wings were contracting back to her shoulders from anxiety. She was scared, embarrassed, and even shaking a little. It was the last thing the generous pony wanted.
“You’re doing wonderfully!” she reassured her. “I was once in your position. Timid, worried about performing.” She smiled widely. “You can’t get it wrong; I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry so much. Just relax.”
“Don’t worry, relax,” Fluttershy echoed, taking a deep breath. Rarity was one of her closest friends and knew her better than anypony. Their numerous adventures together, the friends they’d made, and the countless trips to the spa were all evidence that she could trust her through thick and thin.
She felt much like one of the critters she cared for. They looked to her for guidance, security, and approval, and that was exactly what she needed from Rarity now.
“Um, Rarity?” Fluttershy asked nervously. “I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, if I could ask you to pet me?”
“Pet you?” Rarity repeated, surprised.
“Well, when the animals I care for feel nervous, they feel better when I pet them, and I think I would feel a lot better if you pet me.”
“Of course!” Rarity, not wanting to wrinkle her outfit, levitated it off and laid it neatly over the desk. She then lay down next to Fluttershy, gently rolling the pegasus over onto her shoulder. With her free hoof, she tenderly stroked her pink hair.
For the first time that evening, Fluttershy relaxed. Her shoulders loosened, her breathing slowed, and her heart calmed. She finally stopped worrying about performing and started enjoying the experience. Between Rarity’s soft fur against her face, the comforting cuddle, and years of friendship, she felt she could trust her with anything.
Rarity looked down at the both cute and beautiful Fluttershy. Her mind was a mixture of tenderness and desire. On one hoof, she wanted very much to continue to relax with her friend with pets, cuddles, and hugs. On the other hoof, she wanted lay claim to the beautiful creature before her, making sure every aspect of her knew who she belonged to… at least for the night.
But in the back of her mind she felt it was all inappropriate. They were just friends. Even talking to Fluttershy about her desires might make things awkward, not just for this night but for every other night too.
“Oh my little pony,” she sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
Fluttershy looked up at her with big teal eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to explore my body?”
“I am, but…” Rarity hesitated, “I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you or our friendship.”
Fluttershy contemplated this. She understood now what getting intimate with each other’s bodies meant and what that could mean for them. It was going to be a new and intense experience and could easily ignite emotions in either one of them, but somehow she knew it would be alright.
“I trust you, Rarity. I’m willing to do anything with you.”
“Really?” Her friend blinked, both excited and surprised. “I didn’t know you were interested in mares.”
“Oh, I’m not. Or at least, I don’t think I am.” She pressed her soft yellow lips together in thought for a moment and her wings flicked outward in mild surprise.
“Though lots of animals have same-sex relations, usually for bonding or self discovery, but sometimes for permanent relationships.” She looked deeply into Rarity’s blue eyes. “I would like to bond with you tonight.”
Rarity’s white cheeks reddened and she looked away. Fluttershy buried her face in her shoulder.
Rarity sat in thought, continuing to pet her friend while she nuzzled into her. Was she really willing to do anything with her? Would she be willing to sate her desire to possess her?
A fantasy played out in her mind. Rarity would have dressed for the occasion with two thigh-high black boots and matching body harness. She’d have a symbol of ownership for Fluttershy to wear, a collar, or maybe even a full bit and bridle. The pegasus would be proud about being owned. “I’m yours, Miss Rarity!”
But then the unicorn would have to test her. Fluttershy’s front legs would be tied behind her back with her wings bound to her body. She’d hold a stick… no, a paddle, and slap it across her exposed bottom. Fluttershy would probably scream. She’d hit her over and over again until she was nothing but a shaking mess. Then, her bonds would come off, and they would lie down again. She’d kiss her tears away and hold her tight. She’d have passed the test and would truly feel she owned every last bit of her.
It was preposterous! Fluttershy probably wanted to have a soft cuddly evening with cutesy wootsy moments of tickles and surprises of unexplored sensation. There was no way she would go along with her fantasy!
Besides, she wasn’t even dressed properly, and she certainly didn’t have the equipment. The room had no collars, ropes, or sticks. The machines didn’t seem to have anything useful about them, and she would never be so bold as to search through Twilight’s drawers.
Her eyes wandered to Pinkie Pie’s box, sitting idly on top of the desk. Rarity shook her head. It was far too small to have rope and a paddle. But the question of its contents piqued her curiosity.
“Fluttershy, dear, would you like to see what’s in the box?”
Fluttershy looked up with bright eyes. “Okay.”
Both ponies stood up and walked to the desk. The box was small, maybe big enough to hold a pair of shoes. Knowing Pinkie, it was as likely to have cupcakes as it was to have anything useful.
Rarity opened the box with its magic. Inside, there was a magenta jelly dildo and a black blindfold with two ribbons for straps.
Both ponies looked at the contents, then at each other, then back at the contents.
“Are you sure you’d be willing to do anything with me?” Rarity asked with a sideways glance.
Fluttershy nodded, looking back at her. “We’ll be friends, no matter what.”
Rarity grinned delightfully. Maybe she couldn’t play out her entire fantasy, but she could improvise. Levitating the box with her, she skipped over to where the pillows were. “Come over here, my pretty pegasus.”
Fluttershy walked over and stood in the middle of all the pillows. She was nervous again but also excited. She braced herself for whatever Rarity had in store for her.
Rarity took the blindfold out and tied it around Fluttershy’s head, being careful not to disturb her mane. She then paced around her, inspecting her again. Rarity came to a stop behind her, gazing lovingly at her pink tail.
Fluttershy was quivering with anticipation. She had an inkling of what would happen and dutifully awaited whatever sensation Rarity wished upon her.
The unicorn revelled in the moment. She felt powerful and in control of the pony before her. She knew that she’d have to act, but in this moment she felt elated. She looked at the magenta dildo, and then back at the yellow rump. Then she looked at her own front hoof. A mischievous grin crept across her face.
She raised her hoof back slowly and brought it quickly against Fluttershy’s delicate backside.
Fluttershy shifted forward from the surprise, but it didn’t hurt. “Ooh, are you going to spank me?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Yes I am.” Rarity confirmed. “Do you want it?”
Fluttershy widened her stance, spread her wings wide, and braced herself. “Yes!”
The unicorn smiled and swung with her hoof again, more force this time and with an audible smack. “Is that good, or do you want more?”
“More!” she replied joyfully.
Rarity continued in this manner, increasing the force after each swing. This wasn’t the only time she had hit another pony in this way. Some friends in Manehattan had introduced her to this kind of stimulation, and it had come in handy during her night with Fancy Pants too. She was glad to be able to use that knowledge again tonight.
Another smack. “More, please!” Fluttershy cooed.
A look of concern crossed Rarity’s face. That last hit was pretty hard, and few ponies would still be asking for more. Would this next one actually hurt her friend, or worse yet, their friendship? She brought her hoof back and threw it forward again, this time putting her shoulder into it.
It hit hard with a thud, causing Fluttershy to shift forward and gasp.
“Are you alright?” Rarity asked, with sudden fear that she’d gone too far.
“I’m great,” she replied, smiling beneath her blindfold. “It makes me think of when I play with Harry.”
“Harry?” An eyebrow raised on Rarity’s face. “Who is Harry?”
“He’s one of my friends. He likes to play wrestling, but his friends aren’t willing to do that with him, so I do sometimes.”
“How kind of you.” Rarity scrunched her lips in thought. “I don’t think I’ve ever met him before.”
“I don’t think you have. He’s a bear.”
Rarity’s face went deadpan. “Oh, that would explain that then.”
They both stood still for a moment.
“More, please!”
Rarity chuckled. Fluttershy was enjoying herself and it was clear she wouldn’t be hurt by anything she could do. Stepping directly behind her yellow friend, she went to town with jabs and punches. Fluttershy made sounds and shifted with the force, but the pain didn’t bother her at all.
She knew that every creature expressed themselves in different ways, and Rarity was being vulnerable to express herself in this way. This wonderful sensation was a gift from her friend and she gladly receiving it. The strikes were painful, but beyond that was a sense of bonding. Each hit was filled with trust and stung with love. The emotions brought a sense of comfort and she couldn’t help but enjoy exciting movement they caused in her body. Fluttershy squealed delightfully.
Rarity picked up the pace, striking faster and harder. Each hit would be followed by a yelp and then a quiet request for more. The unicorn broke a sweat and started putting all of her force behind each punch. Fluttershy’s yelps became louder, but she didn’t step forward or even lose her balance. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she tried her hardest, fastest strikes. A left jab. A right jab. Finally, she turned around, planted her front hooves into the ground, and bucked with all her might.
“More!”
Rarity was panting hard. She was ecstatic that she was able to engage in such rough play, but she knew the beastmaster could not be broken.
“You’re taking everything I can throw at you.”
“Oh, are you finished?” Fluttershy asked her unseen friend. The question was asked genuinely but came off as taunting.
Rarity grimaced. She was physically tired of hitting her, but still wanted that sense of ownership. She glanced back to the box with the colorful toy in it. “I’m not done just yet.”
She took the dildo from the box and looked back at her handy work. Fluttershy stood with her tail raised, showing off her yellow rump that was now marked with bright and deep reds. Below that wonderful sight was another remarkable image of beauty. Her timid, lovely marehood was completely exposed, wet from the stimulation and excitement of the evening.
Rarity weighed the benefits between using her magic and her own hooves to operate the phallus. Magic had the benefit of being less messy and giving space to step back and watch. Doing it manually, however, would give her more contact with the beautiful mare, and would be far more intimate and personal.
After contemplating for a moment, she decided her close friend deserved close contact. Rarity gently inserted the pink dildo into the eager Fluttershy. This elicited a moan from her partner, whose stance wavered for a moment.
“You like that?” Rarity asked coyly.
“Mmm hmm” Fluttershy nodded.
She backed out the toy and moistened her partner’s sensitive, swollen clitorus by sliding along it. Fluttershy gasped at the intimate sensation, her lack of vision enhancing the feeling.
Rarity reinserted the dildo and started pushing it in and out, making the yellow pony feel stuffed with pleasure. Reaching with her other hoof, she added to the sensation by massaging her clitoral hood in small circles.
After all the harsh intensity of the hits, this soft touch was very welcome and sent waves of relaxing energy through Fluttershy. Her legs shook as she fought to keep them rigid. Her mouth was open to scream, but she could only manage a few moans.
Rarity loved it. She was putty in her hooves and could easily make her beg, but she felt like Fluttershy’s pain tolerance deserved to be rewarded with some dignity. She started thrusting harder, trying to maintain consistent movement, and traced figure-eights around her clitorus with her hoof.
Under the blindfold, Fluttershy closed her eyes tight. She gave up on trying to stand as her legs buckled, dropping to her knees and resting her body on the ground. Rarity lowered her hooves with her, keeping the pace and stimulation as best she could.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” Fluttershy panted.
Rarity moved faster, pushing her over the edge. Fluttershy surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure her friend bestowed onto her. She let herself absorb the sensation before the final rush, enjoying every interminable second of it. The climax came, and she cried out in a high-pitched but soft scream.
It was music to Rarity’s ears. She felt like she was playing Fluttershy like a beautiful instrument of passion, and the perfect blend of cute and sexy sound that emanated from her was better than any other concert she’d ever attended.
Rarity’s hooves slowed to a stop. She pulled out the toy and set it aside, and then lay on her side next to Fluttershy. She silently pet her long pink hair, which was slightly frazzled from the activity, waiting for her to catch her breath.
After a moment of heavy breathing, Fluttershy broke into a smile and lifted the blindfold off her head.
Maybe it was the faint pain in her backside, the gentle relaxation that spread through her body, or the intimacy of the whole act, but Fluttershy thought Rarity’s beautiful smile and perfectly curled hair sparkled in the light.
And beyond her good looks, Fluttershy could also see into the wonderful heart of the fabulous young mare. She could see the insecurities Rarity was hiding so she could be dominant that evening, as well as the lingering tension of her sexual excitement.
“Thank you,” she said graciously, “that was very generous of you.”
“It was my pleasure,” Rarity said matter-of-factly. “Consider it a gift from me to you.”
“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine dear. I am happy when my friends are happy.”
Fluttershy smiled knowingly. “But it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t get to explore your body too.”
“Ha ha, well…” Rarity laughed nervously, “I can’t take a lot of pain.”
The pegasus shook her head. “I liked the way you explored my body, but I want to explore yours in my own way.” She began rubbing her head into Rarity’s chest, resting a hoof on her too.
“Alright,” Rarity hesitated. “Go ahead.”
Rarity had done so much for Fluttershy that evening, becoming her partner, relaxing her mind, and navigating the difficult terrain between bonding and intimacy. Fluttershy wanted to thank her for her guidance and experience her body with all of her senses.
Fluttershy caressed the unicorn’s sensitive underside her nose and mouth, sweeping her hair across her chest.
Rarity relaxed under the warm, gentle sensation. She found herself rolling onto her back as her partner started moving down on her body, nuzzling, petting, and brushing every inch of fur along the way. Rarity grew excited as the movements travelled closer and closer to her erogenous regions.
When Fluttershy got there, she pressed her face up against her most sensitive areas. Her tongue snuck a lick of the unicorn’s rich flavor. It tasted good! It wasn’t sweet like a cupcake, nor was it tart like a berry. It had a salty, savory flavor that enchanted her. She began to lick repeatedly, deeper, and in varying places.
Rarity loved it. Just minutes ago, she was terrified at how her friend would have judged her fantasies, and now she not only accepted them but was now engaging with her in a most magnificent way. Her touch was soft and warm, and very much pleasant.
There was one thing, however, that needed adjustment. Fluttershy’s in-depth exploration with her tongue was exceptionally teasing, with no happy ending in sight. Rarity was reluctant to say anything, as she didn’t want it to stop, but as time went on, she felt more and more desperation. She began to sweat and pant with desire.
Finally she spoke. “Dear?” she asked gently, “would you mind moving a teensy bit up?”
“Hmhmm,” Fluttershy responded and obeyed, shifting her attention to Rarity’s most sensitive spot.
The fulfillment of desire converted all that built up tension into pure ecstasy. Pleasure started pouring through her body, originating from where Fluttershy was touching her, and flowed down each leg, making her shake.
“Oh sweet Celestia!” she cried out.
The feeling flooded every sense; her open mouth felt dry, her nose smelled their mutual sexy scents, and even her vision blurred. As her friend continued, the feeling began building up pressure and she felt like she was going to explode. She placed her hooves on the sides of her head and she screamed loudly in the basement as she came.
Fluttershy continued licking, but was suddenly thrust off by Rarity’s forehooves as she became far too sensitive to endure it any longer. She fell back and revelled in the good feelings that coursed through her body.
Fluttershy she crawled up next to her, her expedition complete. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
Her friend wiped away a drop of drool that had escaped her mouth. “Immensely.”
“Good.” The pegasus yawned and rubbed herself against Rarity’s chest again. “Are we still friends?”
Rarity yawned too and smiled, revelling in the understanding of their intimacy. “Of course we’re still friends, Fluttershy.”
She then wrapped her hooves around her and they both fell fast asleep.
Applejack barely cleared the door when it suddenly slammed shut. Spinning around, she saw Rainbow Dash hovering, locking the door with its key.
“What the hay?” she called out in surprise, but then Rainbow was on her in a flash. She pushed the cowpony backward and they tumbled to the ground. The sky blue pony thrust her lips to Applejack’s, pressing her head against the ground and causing her signature ten gallon hat to tip up and off her head. Applejack flailed.
When Rainbow finally let up, she grinned gleefully. Applejack frowned as she stood up again. “What was that all about?” she asked, replacing her hat.
“I’m just super excited that we’re partners!” Rainbow Dash was absolutely beaming. She was so excited she took to the air again, but she managed to compose herself and returned to the ground. “But I, of course, knew that we’d be partners,” she said matter of factly.
Applejack looked up at her, arching an eyebrow. “And just how did you know that?”
“Because I challenged you,” she proudly explained. “And I knew you couldn’t resist a challenge.” She darted right up to Applejack so they were nose to nose, both with serious faces. “Am I right?”
“I can too resist a challenge!” Applejack shot back.
“Got you again!” Rainbow Dash started giggling.
“Wait, did you just challenge me to resist a challenge?”
“Yep.”
“And I took it, didn’t I?”
“Yep!” Rainbow doubled over laughing. “You’re so predictable, AJ!”
Applejack put her hoof to her forehead and shook her head. “You were practically begging to be my partner! What if one of them noticed?”
“I’m sure they didn’t. Besides, they’re our friends. They’d understand.”
“I’ll bet Twilight will come a knockin’ any minute now and tell us to draw straws like we’re supposed to.” The earth pony walked up to the door and pressed her ear against it.
Rainbow fidgeted as she waited and glanced around the room. Twilight’s bedroom area was divided into two floors with a wooden staircase on the side built into the trunk of the Golden Oak Library.
At the top of the stairs was a small wooden bird post for Twilight’s pet owl, Owliscious, who was absent. Behind the post was a small open window to the outside, indicating that the owl had left to hunt for the night. Next to that were Twilight’s and Spike’s wooden beds as well as a large guest bed that Applejack and Rarity had once slept in. All three beds were framed nicely by a large bay window.
On the first floor, the movable wall was barren except for two magical candle holders that dimly lit the room. The other three walls were covered with books, stuck into every kind of crevasse the architect could create. Rainbow casually looked over the decidedly boring book titles, such as “A Thousand Years of Peace: The Golden Age of Celestia” and “The Mechanics of an Egalitarian Society.” Twilight could be such an egghead.
“I don’t hear anything,” Applejack said, pulling herself away from the door. “I think we’re in the clear.”
The pegasus wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. “I’m glad that’s over with. Now we can be together.”
“Yes we can, Dashie.”
Suddenly, Applejack charged. Dash didn’t have time to react and she was bowled over. The next thing she knew, she was looking up at the face of the most dependable, most beautiful pony in Equestria, framed perfectly by her brown hat.
“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Rainbow asked rhetorically.
“Yes it has.”
Applejack kissed Rainbow with the intense passion that had become the hallmark of Apple family lovers. Her feathered partner returned the gesture, opening her mouth to take in as much as she could. The two wrestled with their tongues for several minutes. It was wet and beautiful and both emerged victorious.
Applejack rolled onto her side, panting, still holding Rainbow Dash. Looking deep into her fuschia eyes she spoke. “I love you.”
“I love you too, AJ.” Rainbow leaned in and gave her another peck on the lips. She then sat up, leaning her head on her forehoof. “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” the cowpony replied, sitting up herself in the same way, smiling casually.
“We won’t have to keep our relationship a secret anymore!” She shook her front hooves in excitement. “‘Cause after this party, everypony will know what we did together.”
The joyous expression on Applejack melted into one of terror. “No, no, no, that can’t happen!”
She jumped up and stepped towards the door but Rainbow jumped up and flew in front, causing Applejack to stop short.
“Wait!”
“No, we have to tell the others that… that this means nothing.”
“Woah there.” Rainbow was hurt, but tried her best to hide it. She placed her hooves on her partner’s shoulders. “They’re not going to be onto us after just one night, especially if we don’t tell them what happened in here.”
The earth pony shook her head, putting her hooves on Rainbow’s chest. “But they might...”
“So what if they do? They’re our friends!” Rainbow thought of how best to calm her. “Do you really think Twilight wants other ponies to know what kind of party this is?”
This idea seemed to calm Applejack. “I guess not,” she said, putting down her hooves. “It’s just that, if Granny Smith found out...” her face became distant.
The pegasus pulled her lover close and pressed her head against her chest. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard these fears. The apple bucking pony was constantly worried about how her family would take learning that she was into other mares.
Rainbow Dash was pretty certain that Granny Smith valued family more than tradition, Big Mac would probably take it in stride, and Apple Bloom wouldn’t care as long as her sister was happy, but Applejack got it stuck in her head that they would disown her and kick her off the farm. Even if she didn’t agree, it wasn’t something she could argue out of her.
“It’s alright, they’re not gonna know,” Rainbow soothed. “We don’t have to tell anypony.”
“Yeah, but hiding the truth is still lying.” Applejack clung to the foreleg that embraced her and closed her eyes, squeezing out tears. “I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”
“I know.” Rainbow consoled, holding her tight. “I’m sorry I brought it up. I just thought…”
Applejack shook her head, brushing her cheek against Rainbow’s velvety fur. “No, it’s my fault. I know this is hard for you too.”
“It’s okay. I’ll stand by you no matter what.”
They both stood still, listening to each other’s breaths. Rainbow wondered how they could show their devotion to each other. When the Apple family saw that, then surely they would understand. But the idea seemed a long ways off.
Applejack thought of ways of telling everypony the truth about their relationship. She shuddered to think how all of Ponyville would react to knowing. Could they start out small and work their way up?
“Maybe…” Applejack started, “maybe we can tell somepony about it. After tonight, I’m sure one of our friends will understand and be able to keep it a secret.”
Rainbow perked up at this idea. Keeping the secret to herself had been weighing on her heavily. She didn’t want to admit it, but since the start of their relationship, she had begun to resent the rest of the Apple family. It was their fault they had to meet discreetly in the back roads of Ponyville and had never been out on a proper date. She couldn’t complain about it to Applejack of course, so the idea of having another friend to go to was very appealing.
“Which one?”
“Hm…” Applejack contemplated.
Trusting a friend would be risky. It only took one rumor to escape and spread all across Ponyville, and Applejack wasn’t ready for that just yet. Their friend would have to be able to keep it a secret from everypony else.
Rarity was a total gossip and though she would certainly keep the secret, she might accidentally let it slip while she was chatting with one of her clients.
Fluttershy wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so she’d be a good candidate to keep a secret, but if Rarity pressed her for any juicy gossip during one of their weekly trips to the spa, she’d surely give it up.
Twilight Sparkle might hold on to the secret, but she would tell if she thought it would do more good than harm. That left only one of their friends.
“We can talk to Pinkie Pie.”
Rainbow was shocked and stared at Applejack with mouth agape. “Pinkie Pie? Are you kidding?”
Applejack shook her head. “Nope. We can talk to her, but she has to Pinkie Promise that she won’t tell anypony else about it.”
Rainbow was reluctant to agree, but then she walked through each of their friends in her mind too.
Ever since Gilda left, Rainbow and Pinkie shared a special bond in their pranks and love of grandstanding. She worked better with an audience and could always rely on Pinkie Pie to cheer her on, whether it was a local iron pony competition, or even a race in Cloudsdale. If Pinkie Pie could be trusted, then she was sure to stand by their side no matter what.
“I guess she does make the most sense,” she admitted. “But only because Pinkie would never break a Pinkie Promise.”
Applejack smiled at the decision, but said nothing. All this serious talk was beginning to get to her and she wanted to move on to something a little more fun. She glanced around the room for what they should do next.
“I don’t suppose you want to move to the bed, do you?”
Rainbow nodded her head. “Sure, we can do that.”
The farmer walked up the stairs to the guest bed and sat on it, looking towards the window. Rainbow Dash soon landed next to her. She sat close, extending a wing across Applejack’s back, and rested her head on her special somepony’s shoulder.
Through the window they could see the white and pink plaster house next door and the white cobblestone streets. There wasn’t a pony in sight, being so late, but Luna’s moon and stars shone bright in the midnight sky. The couple sat in silent contentment, taking in the beauty provided by their princess of the night.
Rainbow’s mind wandered to what she’d tell Pinkie Pie. She’d finally be able to talk about how frustrating it was to always avoid Granny Smith, or try to act casual every time Big Mac appeared in the apple orchards. She had no idea what Pinkie would say, but anypony would be better than no pony to talk to.
Rainbow Dash furled her eyebrows. “How is it that Pinkie Pie is always first in line for the apple cider at the start of apple cider season?”
Applejack threw her hoof up. “You know her when she’s excited! She sets up a tent the night before and practically lives there every day until the end of it. That’s one pony who sure loves her cider.”
“I just wish it wasn’t first-come first-served. If it weren’t for Pinkie, I wouldn’t have gotten any cider last time!”
“I swear I saved some for you from the very beginnin’,” Applejack defended, “but then Apple Bloom was all like ‘Look! I found another barrel in your room, sis!’”
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Of course she did!”
On the occasions that Rainbow romantically snuck into Applejack’s room late at night, Apple Bloom would inevitably walk in at exactly the wrong time. Fortunately, Rainbow was always fast enough to escape out the window before she noticed.
“Apple Bloom really needs to learn how to knock.”
“Who?” came a voice from beside them.
Rainbow Dash jumped and turned to look at who said it.
On the other side of the second floor, Owlicious had returned from his night on the town and settled onto his perch. Rainbow Dash discreetly retracted her wing from Applejack. “Owlicious, I didn’t see you there!” she said frantically, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“Whoo.” Owlicious called.
“Me,” the pegasus replied, with a hint of guilt in her voice.
“Whoo.” He repeated.
Rainbow began to get irritated but before she could respond again, an orange hoof closed her mouth. “Calm down, sugarcube.”
Applejack walked over to the owl post. It was short enough so that Applejack could look Owlicious in the eye. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked him.
The owl nodded.
“Me and Rainbow, we’re kinda together, like dating.” She smiled at her partner, who smiled back. “And we’d really appreciate it if you kept this on the down-low, ya know?”
He cocked his head to one side in contemplation, almost like he was asking “why?”
“See, not everypony in Ponyville is okay with filly foolers, and… well, now’s just not the right time to go telling everypony about it.”
Twilight’s pet nodded, agreeing to keep the secret, though Rainbow Dash wondered if anypony would think to question an owl, besides Fluttershy maybe.
“Good. And one last thing,” Applejack added. “Would you give us some alone time? We don’t often get to be together like this.”
Owlicious nodded again. He then spread his wings and flew out the window.
Rainbow Dash stared wide-eyed. “I didn’t know you were so good with animals!” she exclaimed, running up to Applejack.
“Owlicious isn’t just an animal, silly!” Applejack chuckled. “She’s Twilight’s pet. I see him every week at our Pony Pet Playdate. You would too if you ever came out.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault it’s in the middle of my naptime!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Besides, Tank gets tired too; we like our afternoon naps.”
Applejack laughed.
“So what’s in that box Pinkie gave us?”
“Oh, right! I completely forgot!” Rainbow dashed to the shelf where she had put the box down and presented it to Applejack while hovering. She lifted off the top and showed its contents. Inside was a thick black double-ended dildo and about 4 feet of a thin black rope.
"We'll ain't that quaint?" Applejack laughed.
"That looks huge!" Rainbow exclaimed with wide eyes and a grimace. "We're... we're not planning on using that, are we?"
Applejack smiled mischievously. "Oh? Why not?" She looked at her partner. "Is it too much for you to handle?"
"No! I mean," Dash took the toy out of the box, feeling it's weight and getting a better view of its size. "It's just that I've never had something that big." She wasn't even sure if she could fit it into her mouth.
"I'm sure you'll be fine, " Applejack jibed, waving a hoof. "You’re supposed to be a bit pliable. How else is a foal supposed to come through there?"
Rainbow shuttered at the thought. “Eww! There’s no way a foal’s gonna come through here! If we’re gonna do that, you can do it.”
“You bet I would!” Applejack winked. “So how ‘bout it? Want to give that thing a try?”
Rainbow floated in the air and stared at the toy. “I don’t know…”
“Here, I’ll help ya out.”
Applejack took a step forward and pressed her face between Rainbow’s hind legs. Surprised, Rainbow dropped both the box and the dildo and found herself pushed backwards and laid out on the bed.
“Ya,” the pegasus said blissfully as she felt kisses along the inside of her sky blue thigh, “why don’t you help out.” She closed her eyes, letting the gentle caresses wash over her body in blissful waves.
Applejack absolutely loved making Rainbow feel this way. A gentle kiss, a subtle lick, a bit of suction, and a tiny nibble each elicited a different reaction. She could feel Rainbow’s legs tense and relax, hear her heavy breathing, smell her wispy pegasus scent, and taste her sexual flavor. It was hard to tell sometimes who enjoyed this more.
Still reveling in the pleasure, Rainbow sat up, flapping her wings with growing excitement. Between her legs she saw the familiar sight of her favorite mare’s brown hat. Rainbow set it aside, revealing Applejack’s face, her green eyes closed in concentration.
It was an amazing sight, like always. Her lowered position, her determined expression, the sensation she offered, all culminated in Rainbow’s euphoric passion for her. Applejack seemed to glow with love.
Rainbow ran a hoof through her partner's golden mane, casually removing the red band that held it together. Her long hair fell loosely to either side of her strong, feminine form, neatly framing her freckled cheeks. Rainbow Dash couldn’t resist giving her some form of compliment.
“You’re really pretty, you know.”
Applejack leaned back and look up into her fuchsia eyes. “Awe, shucks, Dashie. It’s not like you to be sentimental.”
“Hey!” Rainbow objected, embarrassed. “I didn’t say stop!”
She pushing her lover’s face back between her legs. Applejack tried to continue, but couldn’t stop herself from giggling. Rainbow folded her arms and pouted, but started snickering with her partner’s infectious laughter. Soon they both were overcome by the absurdity and began laughing together.
“Come here, you silly pony!” Applejack jumped up onto Rainbow and started tickling her sides.
“H-hey!” She cried, falling backward onto the bed, trying to push her off. "Ooh, haha, I’ll get you for this!" She laughed.
"Try me!" Applejack said firmly, continuing.
"Alright, you asked for it!" through fits of laughter, Rainbow managed to push Applejack aside and immediately pounced on her. Despite flailing, she was able to secure each leg with her own.
“What’re you gonna do now?” Applejack taunted, squirming beneath the pegasus.
“This!” Rainbow craned her neck to the side and bit a feather off her wing.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Dash smiled coyly and, using her dexterous lips, brought the feather quickly but gently up and down the pit of her captive’s forelegs.
Applejack screamed in laughter and shook involuntarily. She threw her hooves at Rainbow, trying to get her off, but the quick pegasus, with the help of her feathered wings, dodged into the air and returned, keeping the tickler firmly above the ticklee.
Rainbow Dash grinned widely and switched to tickling under her other leg, causing her to jump and giggle more. It was wonderful to watch Applejack smile and laugh so much. The weight of responsibility of her farm and family seemed to evaporate, and everything felt right.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Applejack cried at last.
Rainbow stopped tickling and lay down next to her on the bed, dropping the feather. “You let me win!” She smiled and wrapped her forelegs around Applejack, drawing her into a hug.
“I might have.” Applejack responded, still catching her breath. “Sometimes it’s fun to lose.” She pressed her face into Rainbow Dash’s chest.
The pegasus laughed. “I always like to win!”
Applejack loosened her embrace and looked up at Rainbow. “Oh really? Are you sure about that?”
That got her a curious glance in return. “You’re being sneaky. What are you talking about?”
“Well, when we first came in here, you said the pony with the most endurance wins.” Applejack made a goofy grin. “Isn’t that a challenge you’d rather lose?”
Rainbow smiled and shook her head. “Making you happy is always a win in my book.” She smiled and added, “but I wouldn’t mind taking that challenge now, if you’d like.”
“You’re on!” Applejack jumped off the bed, threw her hat back on, and returned with the black double-ended dildo in her mouth.
“Wait, what are you doing with that?”
Applejack dropped the toy on the bed. “We’re seeing who has more endurance. Let’s both use it and see who lasts the longest.”
Excitement and fear filled Rainbow Dash. She couldn’t deny that she wanted the space between her legs to be filled since Applejack had kissed her down there, but this thing was so big. She knew it would feel wonderful if she could get past the initial discomfort. She grit her teeth. “Alright, let’s do it!” She rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs wide.
Applejack took hold of the toy once more and moved it towards the mare’s already moist pussy. Rainbow shook nervously with anticipation. The moment it touched, The pegasus jumped into the air and flapped her wings, hovering above the bed.
“Whaa wah thah?” Applejack asked, mouth still full.
“I…” Rainbow hesitated, embarrassed. “I just needed to stretch my legs first!” Still floating, she started reaching opposite legs out in the manner she’d do before a race.
Suddenly a brown lasso wrapped around Rainbow’s body and wings, pulling them tight together, dropping her to the bed. The other end of the lasso rope lead to Applejack’s smug face. “Now you hold still, alright?”
Rainbow feigned a pout. “Okay, fine.” She didn’t really have a choice anyway.
Applejack took the double-ended dildo once again and slowly inserted it into her lover’s special place. Rainbow’s eyes opened wide and her pupils shrunk to a pinpoint as she took a big gasp of air. It was certainly larger than anything she’d taken before, and it felt extremely uncomfortable.
“Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!”
Applejack waited patiently for her to get accustomed to the new sensation. She recalled her own experiences of penetration and working with larger toys. She loved the vague discomfort and remote sense of pain that can only be described as intense. She found herself getting very excited.
Once Rainbow calmed down, her partner pushed it in another inch. Another bolt of intensity shot through her and she began to flail, but didn’t say a word.
“Too much?” her partner asked, casually and without judgement.
Rainbow looked at her, teeth gritted and beads of sweat on her forehead.
“No, I can take more,” she strained.
Applejack nodded and smiled. Then she flipped onto her own back and slid herself down the bed until she could put the other end of the dildo into her own wet pussy. It was her turn to feel it press her open. Though it was bigger than what she normally used, her excited body accepted it without complaint. The wonderful sensation of fullness washed over her.
She smiled at Rainbow Dash, who was still sweating bullets and scarcely aware of what was going on. Applejack reached over and gently massaged her partner’s clitorus.
“Hey!” Rainbow jumped at the intense sensation, and then stopped suddenly when she felt the thick cock inside her. “N-no fair!”
“All’s fair in love!” Applejack taunted. She turned sideways, locking her hind legs onto her partner’s, and squeezed the gap between them closed.
Rainbow took a deep breath. She’d never felt this aroused with Applejack before. Maybe it was the size of the dildo, or maybe because they were in their friend’s house, but something about it felt risky and grand. It was the exact kind of rush she enjoyed from racing, and that ignited her spirit of competition, despite the overwhelming euphoria she was experiencing.
“Well, two can play that game!” Rainbow smirked and returned the pleasure with her own hoof. Even though Applejack had a head start, she knew how to manipulate her lover’s body.
Applejack grinned delightfully. Through excited from their earlier activities, she was ready for more direct stimulation, and Rainbow made no mistake about making up for lost time. Her touch embodied the sexual pleasure that Applejack sought, and she let her body absorb as much as she could.
“Yee-haw!” Applejack cried out, moving back and forth on the bed. She threw her head back, holding onto her hat with her off-hoof. This was way more fun than herding a flock of sheep!
Rainbow Dash started gyrating too, her hoof moving faster. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away. Her body felt like it was on fire with passion and it took her whole mind to hold on and let it happen. It felt so intense, she wondered if it would produce a sonic rainboom when she came.
On the other side of the bed, her partner watched the changing expressions on Rainbow’s face. She could feel her every shake and twitch. She lost track of who was giving whom the feeling as they became one.
For a moment that seemed like an eternity, their minds and bodies merged. Their thoughts were blank save for the ecstasy they experienced. Sensation travelled between them like electricity, burning them both with love until at last they exploded together.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rainbow’s yell echoed through the room, overshadowing the grunted breaths that came from Applejack. When the moment was over, they both fell backwards onto the bed. They could still feel each other’s spasms and continued to take turns squeezing the shaft between them.
“You won,” Rainbow panted.
“Only by a hair,” Applejack admitted, breathing hard.
A moment went by.
“That was amazing.”
“Eeyup.”
Applejack pulled herself away from the grapple and gently pulled the toy out of her lover. Rainbow gasped and shook as her vagina closed around the new vacancy. The dildo was tossed aside and Applejack maneuvered next to Rainbow Dash in the bed.
The exhaustion of the act hit them and they both became very tired.
“We have to have a rematch,” Rainbow said sleepily, rolling over and holding her lover to her tight.
Applejack placed her brown hat onto a table next to the bed. “You bet we will,” she replied.
Twilight Sparkle made her way up the long twisted staircase to the upper floor, which housed the observatory. Behind her was Pinkie Pie, bouncing up the stairs with the brown box on her back.
“Gosh, this place is a lot tidier than I remember!” Pinkie commented cheerfully.
The last time Pinkie Pie was here, she watched Twilight nearly lose her mind because of a visit from her future self. At that time, the observatory was covered in papers, charts, and machinery. Twilight had since found her mind and put most of the equipment away, but two of her telescopes were still pointed out windows from her nightly stargazing.
“I’ve had some time to clean up.” She explained gently. Though she was thankful that Pinkie had stood by her during her breakdown, she still felt foolish for the whole time travel fiasco and didn’t want to dwell on it.
The walls were covered in shelves and drawers, but instead of housing books like the first floor, they held Twilight’s more personal materials. Built-in shelves housed Twilight’s flatware, displayed nicely on pedestals, and a cabinet hid cookware, usually used in the nearby fireplace.
A short wooden staircase led up to a tiny loft, big enough to hold a pony and a small telescope to look out the large window there. Under the staircase was a small bookcase and next to it was a double glass door that led outside to the balcony, where Twilight would often sit and read in the fresh air. Next to the balcony door was a wardrobe and chest where she could choose her outfits, on the occasions she wanted to wear clothes. Next to that were two folded mattresses and bed sheets that could be brought out when it was time to sleep.
“Ooh, what’s in these books?” Pinkie asked, dropping the box on the floor and approaching the bookshelf. “They’re different than the ones downstairs!”
“Oh those!” Twilight frantically ran ahead of Pinkie and faced her, causing her to stop. “They’re… uh…” she stared nervously at the books. “They’re just my notes! Ha ha, I take a lot of notes, on books, and I … this is where I keep them.”
She turned her head back to Pinkie Pie, but she was gone. Glancing back at the books she saw Pinkie again, already reading a book. “Smarty Pants and the Epic Snow Storm?” The pink earth pony read aloud. “I didn’t know you wrote stories in your notes!”
Twilight took a resigned sigh. “Yes, I write stories,” she admitted, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. “But they’re nothing special.”
Pinkie was absorbed in the gripping adventure. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed.
Twilight laughed. She’d written that story a long time ago, before she had even attended Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, and Pinkie was clearly getting into it.
“Will Smarty Pants make it to her friend’s house in time for a tea party?” she pleaded with the book, as if it would tell her. “And are they going to love the blueberry muffins she’s bringing?”
“Wait, I didn’t write anything about muffins!” Twilight butted her head next to Pinkie’s, trying to read with her.
“No, I made that part up so the story would be more interesting,” Pinkie explained, closing the book. "The plot is simple and the characters are two-dimensional."
Twilight rolled her eyes and frowned on one side. "I wrote it when I was a little filly!" she defended.
"Oh, but you did a great job!"
"Thanks." Twilight levitated the book back onto the shelf. “Why don’t we look at the key party book? Maybe it will tell us what to do?”
Twilight was worried about what Pinkie had in mind for the evening. How could she tell Pinkie that she didn’t want to go through with the party’s activities? If the book had a solution, she could use it and maybe Pinkie wouldn’t feel too disappointed.
“Okey dokey lokey!”
The party pony pulled out the book and offered it. Twilight took it and started reading silently. Nothing jumped out at her. She turned the page.
“So what does it say?” Pinkie jumped up and down excitedly. She began to make suggestions, motioning with each one.
“Can we kiss?” she puckered her lips. “Or hug?” she stood on her hind legs and hugged herself with her forehooves. “Or get intimate?” she opened her forehooves out in front of her and started gyrating her hips.
“Um, Pinkie?” Twilight began hesitantly, “I’m afraid that… that I’m only interested in stallions.”
Pinkie dropped down on to all fours and her face expressed confusion. “What? But you find lots of things interesting!” She thought for a moment. “Like books! And stars, and friends...”
Twilight shook her head. “No, I mean, we can’t be intimate because… um… you don’t have the right equipment.”
“Yes I do!” The manic pink pony zipped to the box and opened it. In a blur of motion, and she fastened something to her body using her forehooves and mouth. She turned around and stood on hindlegs, forehooves outstretched upwards to either side. Between her lower legs was a black dildo, strapped on with two black belts going around her waist and one going underneath her.
“See?” she cried triumphantly.
Twilight’s jaw fell open with eyes wide on the spectacle in front of her. She was speechless.
“We could totally get intimate with this thing!” Pinkie thrust her hips back and forth, pretending to spank a pony in front of her.
Twilight hid behind the book, trying hard to ignore Pinkie. She continued reading, still hoping that the book mentioned a way she could turn down her advances.
“And if you don’t like that, there are other things we can do!” She smiled gleefully, rubbing her hooves together.
Twilight looked up at Pinkie, who licked her lips slowly. “We can do so many things, Twilight Sparkle,” she said in an uncharacteristically calm voice. “I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.” Twilight could swear that Pinkie’s hair straightened a little.
The pink earth pony stepped towards the unicorn, who instinctively took a step back. Twilight began sweating, still flipping through the pages. What had she gotten herself into? Pinkie slowly advanced and Twilight retreated, the gap between them closing. The librarian frantically searched the book for a solution.
“Are you ready?” Pinkie asked, inches away from Twilight. She reared onto her hind legs, revealing her “equipment” again.
“Waaait!!” Twilight yelled, lifting up the book high. “I don’t consent!”
Pinkie fell onto her front hooves and her hair seemed to have it’s normal bouncy curls again. “What?” she asked, surprised.
“It says here that we’re only supposed to do things that both ponies in the room consent to,” she pointed at the book. “And I don’t consent!” she proclaimed.
One of Pinkie’s eyebrows raised. “Of course, silly! I wasn’t going to do anything without your consent!”
“But… but…” Twilight stammered, looking at the phallus.
“That’s why I asked!” Pinkie grinned and winked.
Twilight closed the book and wiped sweat off her forehead with her hoof. Having found a solution in the book, she could relax. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, waving her hoof forward as if pushing the anxiety away.
“So, no strap-on?” Pinkie asked, taking it off and holding it up.
Twilight shook her head confidently. “I’m afraid not.”
“Beads?” Out of nowhere she pulled a string of teal one-inch beads. “Nope.”
“How about just sit and talk?” Twilight suggested. “I can make us some tea.”
“Okay!” Pinkie sat her rump down on the wooden floor. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Hm…” Twilight thought, still calming down. She walked over to the fireplace and, with a glow of her horn and a small red pop, a fire sprung to life in the hearth.
“Why did you choose a key party?” Twilight asked. “There are dozens of overnight parties in that book.” She also wondered who in their right mind would throw such a thing for their friends, but then, this was Pinkie Pie.
The pink mare smiled. “Well, I first borrowed the book because I wanted to try something new. After I read the whole book cover to cover, I read it again. And after I read it the second time, I made a list of parties that I hadn’t tried yet.”
Twilight stood a metal grate above the fire and put a pot of water on top of it. She wondered what the other parties in her list were, but was too afraid to ask. She came over to her friend and curled up on the floor, with all four legs tucked underneath her. “So, you chose this one at random?”
Pinkie shook her head. “Nope! I calculated the fun factor of each party.”
“Fun factor?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.
“Yep!” Pinkie jumped up and ran to the side of the room and returned with a chalkboard on wheels. Picking up a piece of white chalk with her hoof, she drew six stick-ponies with lines between each one. “See, each guest pairing has a ‘good-chemistry’ modifier that gets combined with the party’s activities, that, when averaged over the number of ponies, equals the fun factor!”
Twilight nodded, following her logic. “Alright, but wouldn’t that calculation become difficult after more than about six ponies?”
Pinkie grinned widely. “Yep! But that’s where you can use the ‘birds of a feather’ rule.” Pinkie drew six other sets of ponies and drew lines between each set. “At larger parties, similar ponies naturally group together so you only have to calculate the modifiers for each group, see?”
“Okay,” Twilight frowned. “But what about outliers or ponies who can’t be grouped? Not every pony belongs to only one group.”
“Right!” Pinkie drew other single ponies between each group and drew lines between those ponies and each group. “Those ponies have to be specially accounted for because they can change the modifier of whole groups, causing blending or dispersion.” She drew circles around partial groups with arrows pointing to other groups, and turning the board into a giant mess.
Twilight wanted to ask more about her party planning theory, but decided against it. “So this party had the highest fun factor… for the six of us?”
“Yep!” Pinkie threw her arms up in glee.
“And, how did you learn all of this? I’ve never heard any of it before.”
“I made it up myself,” Pinkie said proudly, dropping the chalk onto the chalkboard and sitting down.
Suddenly a whistling sound emanated from the now steaming teapot on the fireplace. Twilight magically lifted it off and poured it out into two mugs prepared with tea bags. She brought the two cups over, giving Pinkie one and taking hold of the other one for herself.
Pinkie immediately took a big gulp of the tea, contorting her face and shaking her head vigorously. “Wow that’s hot!” She stuck out her tongue and looked at it to see if it was burned.
“So based on your…” Twilight eyed the diagram on the chalkboard, “...calculations, who was going to enjoy themselves the most at this party?” She blew gently over her hot tea.
“You!”
Twilight nearly laughed. “Me?” she asked incredulously. Not only did she question Pinkie’s method, she was certain that she wouldn’t be the one to enjoy herself the most.
Pinkie nodded. “Yes, you.” She took another big gulp and contorted her face again. “You absolutely love learning new things, especially about things you love, and at this party you’d learn new things you loved about your friends!”
Twilight blinked. “What made you think I’d be okay with a party like this?”
“This book.” Pinkie dropped her tea and zipped over to the bookshelf of Twilight’s notes and pulled a green one from the top shelf.
Twilight was overcome with fear, realizing which story it contained. “Wait, when did you read THAT book?”
“The last time I was here,” Pinkie said casually, opening it. “I thought it was strange, but I’m not one to judge.”
Twilight thought back to the time she was driving herself crazy trying to monitor everything. Could Pinkie have stood there and read her whole story? Did the changing alignment of the horsehead nebula really distract her from what was going on right under her nose?
“‘Discord snapped his lion paw.’” Pinkie said, reading aloud. “‘I was overtaken with lust. The first thing I did was-’”
“Stop!” Twilight yelped, trotting over and levitating the book out of Pinkie’s hooves. “There’s no need to read it aloud!”
“But it’s so good!” Pinkie complained.
Twilight was shaking with both rage and embarrassment. “Pinkie Pie, you can’t just go through other pony’s things without asking! It’s disrespectful!” she yelled.
“I didn’t mean to, Twilight!” Pinkie frowned with genuine regret. “Since this is a library, and I thought it would be okay!”
The unicorn opened her mouth to yell, but held her breath as she thought of what to say.
“I didn’t even know it was yours until after I read it!” she pleaded. “I’m really really really really really sorry!”
Twilight stared at the trembling pink earth pony. It was obviously a mistake, and an easy one to make given Pinkie’s curiosity. Twilight blamed herself and made a mental note to lock all her journals in a box.
“I forgive you Pinkie,” Twilight sighed. “I know you didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Pinkie smiled wide again and jumped up and down.
“But I don’t like sharing my stories with others.”
“Why not?” Pinkie asked. “It’s a great story! Much better than Smarty Pants and the Epic Snow Storm! Discord’s all like ‘you’re gonna do what I tell you’ and the unicorn is like ‘I don’t want to but I have to’ and then Davenport shows up, saying ‘what’s going on? why are you doing this?’ And then it gets really good when-”
“Yes, yes, thank you, Pinkie.” Twilight was truly flattered at how much she remembered and enjoyed her story, but it was still far too embarrassing to hear it recounted aloud.
She frequented Davenport’s store, Quills and Sofas, and had become enamoured by his friendly and fun demeanor, but kept her feelings a secret from everyone, even her friends. Hearing him mentioned in the context of the story made her cheeks and ears turn bright red.
She hid her face behind the book and started reading her fantasy to herself. The unnamed unicorn protagonist flirted and danced for the entrepreneur, getting him excited enough to perform sexual acts upon him, much to Discord’s delight. Twilight admitted to herself that she had a special fondness for this particular fantasy.
“You should tell Davenport that you like him! Then you two could go on dates!”
Twilight closed the book and shook her head vigorously. “It’s not like that! I just have a little crush on him. I’d never tell him I liked him! Besides, I think he’s married.”
“Oooh, so you don’t like-like him, you just like liking him?”
“Exactly!” Twilight exclaimed. “Plus, there’s a huge difference between fantasy and reality. In a fantasy, I don’t have to worry about anything else. It starts at the beginning and finishes at the end, and after it’s done, life goes on. No one has to know what I was doing. It’s like…” she looked at the green cover of the story she wrote. “It’s like a book!”
“Okay…” Pinkie turned her head and scrunched her mouth to one side. “So why can’t you share your fantasies with other ponies, besides Davenport? You share your other books.”
“Because they'll think I’m crazy!”
“Twilight, everypony has fantasies,” Pinkie offered. “Even our friends.”
“Not like this!” she cried, holding up the book. “They don’t fantasize about being magically forced to have sex with other ponies!”
“I’m sure lots of ponies have that exact fantasy!”
“How do you know that?” Twilight asked, surprised.
Pinkie rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and smiled. “Just a hunch.”
Twilight huffed and began gathering up the tea mugs. She’d written these kinds of stories for a very long time, but never shared them with anyone, not even Spike. She realized how alone she’d been and how good it felt to be accepted, even if it was from Pinkie Pie, the strangest pony she knew. Nopony else needed to know.
Pinkie exaggeratedly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re weird at all.”
“Thanks, Pinkie.”
Twilight put the green book back and smiled at all the other stories she’d written. Just thinking about them made her hot and bothered, though she didn’t show it. Maybe she could share one of her other fantasies too? It would certainly give them something to occupy their night. She began scanning the books for a suitable one to share.
“What about make-believe?”
“What?” Twilight looked back at Pinkie Pie.
“We could pretend your story is real! Like a play!” Pinkie started grinning wildly like she does when she gets an idea. “Then it would start at the beginning, finish at the end, and after it’s done, life would go on!”
Twilight stared at her in disbelief, turning to face her directly. “What?”
“No one has to know what we did. It’s even in the book!” Pinkie grabbed the party book and flipped through it. “‘What happens in the room stays in the room.’ That means we keep it a secret!”
What Pinkie said was enticing. If it was only pretend, then it would still be a fantasy. Pinkie was very accepting of it and they had the equipment. Twilight had already begun to wish she could be alone to play out the fantasy in her mind. So why not with her friend? All they needed to do was act it out. It was outrageous, but there was no reason for her not to at least try it.
“Do… do you really want to act out that story with me?” Twilight asked. She felt completely exposed and embarrassed.
“Sure!” Pinkie grinned widely. “I can be Davenport and you can be the unicorn!” Pinkie cheered and began to reattach the strap-on she was wearing before. “By the way, what’s the name of the unicorn?”
Twilight blushed hard. She didn’t name her because she didn’t want to incriminate herself in the event that someone found the book, though she did little to hide that the character was modeled after herself. “Um, she doesn’t have a name.”
“What?” Pinkie was shocked.
“But you can just call her Ms. Sparkle.” It was the name she always imagined Davenport using for her. She blushed more.
“Okey Dokey!”
“Alright,” Twilight began, trying to shake her feelings of embarrassment. “I’m going to pretend you’re Davenport. Discord put a spell on me to make me flirty with you and you slowly get into it until we, uh, get intimate.” She wasn’t so sure about that last part, but if things got weird, she could always stop. It was just a fantasy after all.
“Sounds great!” Pinkie looked Twilight in the eye. “Ready, Ms. Sparkle?” Pinkie asked.
Twilight gulped. “Ready.”
“Action!”
Pinkie put on her most masculine face, jutting her jaw out a little, but it made her look more silly than male.
The two ponies stared at each other for a moment.
“Psst!” Pinkie whispered loudly. “You’re supposed to be flirting with me!”
Twilight opened her mouth to speak, as if the pony in front of her were a stallion, but stopped and closed her mouth. She then reached her hoof out as if to stroke her, but put her hoof down.
Pinkie whispered again. “Discord’s making you do it, remember?”
Twilight shut her eyes and shook her head. She sat down and covered her face with her forehooves. “I can’t do this, it’s too weird!”
“Okay.” Pinkie sat down too, causing her strap-on to point directly at Twilight. “Can we do anything to make it less weird?”
Twilight looked at her friend and then down at her toy, and then back at Pinkie. She scrunched an eyebrow and tightened one corner of her mouth as if to ask if anything could possibly be weirder.
Pinkie pleaded with her big blue eyes. She really wanted to make this work for Twilight, and was probably willing to do anything.
Twilight started to think of ways she could make it easier. Maybe some kind of spell. She glanced down at the phallus again and an idea popped into her mind. In her fantasy, it was Discord’s magic that affected the unicorn’s mind, but for the purposes of this scene, it could be her own. And one particular spell came to mind.
“I could enchant your strap-on.”
“You could enchant Slimmie?” Pinkie asked hopefully, smiling once again.
Twilight turned her head to one side. “You named your… toy?”
Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “I name all my toys, don’t you?” Pinkie made a thoughtful face. “I wonder how Pinkle and Mr. Big are doing?”
“Anyway…” Twilight nervously steered the conversation back to the situation at hoof, “I could enchant it with the Want-It-Need-It spell. It might make me forget about how weird this all is. The only problem is it’s a visual proximity spell.”
“A what?”
“It means the closer it is and the better you can see it, the more of an effect it will have on you. If you looked at it, you might be affected by it.”
“That’s okay, I just won’t look at it!” Pinkie turned her head up, doing her best not to look at it.
“Hm…” Twilight thought for a moment and then ran to her wardrobe. After searching through it for a few seconds, she came back with a pair of pink tinted goggles.
“You should wear this.” She levitated it onto Pinkie Pie’s face. “They’re my old magic safety goggles from school and they’ll protect you from the spell.”
Pinkie glanced around the room through her new lenses. “Ooh, everything looks so rosy!”
“Alright, now to cast the spell…” She knew the Want-It-Need-It spell in its original form wouldn’t do, so she decided to adjust the spell. She concentrated on how the unicorn in her fantasy reacted to Discord’s spell and held on to that idea as she cast the spell.
Twilight’s horn glowed and shot a bolt of magic at ‘Slimmie’. She could immediately feel the aura of the augmented Want-It-Need-It spell taking affect on her. Years of magical training had taught her how to defend against such mind-affecting spells, and she instinctively resisted it, turning her face away and averting her eyes.
She took a deep breath. “Ready, um, “Davenport”?”
“Yep!” Pinkie stood up, putting on her stallion face again.
“Action!”
Twilight look up and spotted the enchantment, allowing the spell to take control. She was filled with desire for the object. Her augmentation shifted her desire from wanting to own it to wanting to use it.
Another oddity of the spell was how much more powerful it was than she remembered. The last time she was under it’s effect, when she learned it at school, it felt like little more than a yearning desire. Over the years, however, her magical abilities had improved. Now she felt like the answers to all of life’s problems could be solved if and only if she could have the device that was currently jutting out from between Pinkie Pie’s legs.
Pinkie thought she saw hearts in the place of Twilight’s irises before she was bowled over. When she looked up, she saw Twilight was tugging at the strap-on trying desperately to take it.
“Why Ms. Sparkle!” Pinkie said, doing her best impression of Davenport. “Whatever are you doing to my cock?”
“I want it! I need it!” Mesmerized, Twilight put it in her mouth and clamped down with her teeth. She then pushed her hooves against Pinkie, trying to pull Slimmie free, but the straps held fast.
“Too much teeth!” Pinkie protested, and pushed against Twilight’s face. She managed to slip her mouth off the dildo and the two ponies flew apart in opposite directions.
Twilight stood up, shook herself off, and glanced at Pinkie’s toy. In a flash of inspiration, she realized she could still use it even if it was attached to that pink pony.
Pinkie just finished standing up. “Ms. Sparkle, you-” she began but was once again knocked backwards by Twilight’s enthusiastic charge. This time, however, she was mounted. Slimmie was scarcely visible between them as most of it was enveloped by Twilight’s pussy.
Pinkie felt Twilight thrust against her at a fast pace. The belt was tight, but shifted under Twilight’s eager movements, causing Slimmie to pleasantly massage Pinkie’s most sensitive area. She grinned with delight and put her forehooves behind her head.
Twilight felt like her world was turned inside out. A small part of her knew exactly what she was doing, and how incredibly wrong it was. This wasn’t her fantasy at all! She was supposed to be tender and gentle with Davenport, and thus Pinkie. The spell wasn’t supposed to be this strong! And she was definitely not supposed to be humping her friend!
But the majority of her seized the moment, gripped by the spell’s aura and enhanced with the sexual stimulation that flowed through her and from her. She wanted it. She needed it. And she was going to do anything to get it.
She rocked back and forth hard, taking the full length of the stroke while simultaneously grinding her sensitive clitorus against Pinkie, all the while looking directly at the enchanted dildo. Her body responded as it normally would to such stimulation, with wetness, spasms, and pleasure. The spell worked its magic and filled every other sense with the insatiable desire for what was filling her, and she felt the buildup of tension within her. Twilight started moaning, mentally begging for more. The pleasure came in increasing waves of intensity until they exploded into an ultimate climax, signaled by a scream from Twilight.
“Are you having fun, Twilight?” Pinkie asked cheerfully.
Twilight was sweating from the exercise. She felt a moment of pure bliss. Her body pulsed with pleasure beyond what she had ever imagined. Her mind felt complete, like she finally had all of her heart’s desires all at once.
“Yes…” she managed.
“Me too!” Pinkie grinned.
Then the moment of repose ended, and her mind was once again overtaken by the artificially instilled desire for the strap-on. She began to move again, faster this time, sheathing and unsheathing the enchanted phallus into her delicate, sensitive pussy.
Twilight continued in this manner for a while. She changed positions several times, turning sideways, backwards, tilting one way and then another, all the while staring at the enchantment and pumping her body, pressing through orgasm after blissful orgasm.
Pinkie was still laying back with her forelegs behind her head, but her smile had faded into a slack-jawed open-mouth expression. While Twilight was busy taking Slimmie, her own libido had been titillated by the motions and moans and she was ready to do something beyond just watching.
“Twilight? I think that’s enough,” Pinkie offered, hesitantly.
“NO!” Twilight growled, not taking her heart-filled eyes off the toy. Her mind was saturated with sex and the need to be filled, with the remaining part of her sanity nowhere to be found.
“Come on, it’s my turn!” Pinkie complained. She tried to sit up, gently pushing Twilight aside.
“It’s mine!” The unicorn yelled, gripping the toy tightly with her sore vaginal walls. She reached her hoof back and slapped Pinkie Pie across the face with her hoof, spinning the goggles to the side and pushing them up along Pinkie’s forehead.
A look of competitive anger flashed across Pinkie’s face. “No, its mine!” she cried, pushing Twilight off completely.
The purple unicorn rolled once before pouncing back at the pink pony. “I NEED IT!” she yelled. She charged into Pinkie again, but she braced against it, the only effect being the tinted goggles being flung off the top of Pinkie’s head. The unicorn did her best to get a grip on Slimmie with her mouth, but Pinkie pushed her so she only got the straps. She pulled at them anyway, trying to take the whole harness.
“I need it!” Pinkie yelled back, pulling the dildo away and trying to push Twilight off. Then she undid the belt and slipped out of it, causing Twilight to tumble backwards with the harness straps while Pinkie held onto the dildo part. She immediately inserted it with one hoof and started stimulating herself with the other.
The long awaited fulfillment of sexual pleasure flooded Pinkie with selfish satisfaction. Her mouth opened and closed, going back and forth between a wide grin and an open mouth as her hooves moved faster and faster.
Twilight landed hard against the stand of the rolling blackboard. The jolt expelled the magical effect from her mind and she watched spiraling stars dance around her head.
When she could finally focus again, she stood up and saw with a clear mind the spectacle that Pinkie was making of herself. She was sliding around on her rump, her legs shamelessly spread wide, Slimmie pleasuring her inside and her own hoof on the outside. The influence of the spell gone, the whole scene was ludicrous.
What had she done? Pinkie was trying to be accepting of Twilight’s fantasy and roleplaying it out, but now she was literally rolling on the floor making a fool out of herself. She had been so carried away by desire, she completely ignored Pinkie.
Her eyes rolled inside her head as her body registered the discomfort and soreness of Slimmie’s past presence. She had never been penetrated so hard for so long. It felt good to be sore down there, and she knew it would last for days, but now wasn’t the time to be enjoying it. She needed to undo the spell and they needed to talk about it. Maybe Pinkie wouldn’t be too upset with her?
Twilight focused and a white burst of magic sprang forth from her horn, scoring a direct hit on the dildo. The magical aura vanished and she trotted up. “Pinkie, are you alright?”
Pinkie was on her back, eyes closed, still fully engrossed in her activity. Her forehooves continued their independent motions, occupying her mind with intense physical pleasure. Amid the throes of overwhelming sensation, she bucked hard with her hind legs, throwing her into the air. She landed onto her front, sliding her chin and chest across the ground. She didn’t stop though, and continued to touch herself. Another buck spun her around, putting her on her back again.
“Pinkie?”
“Yes!!!” Pinkie screamed loudly as she came. Twilight watched her whole body spasm and shake as she relished in the pleasure flowing through her body. She started to giggle, slowly at first and then faster. Soon, she was laughing hysterically and wiggling all over. Slimmie fell out and was pushed away with a stray kick.
Twilight was thoroughly confused, but waited patiently as her friend’s fits of laughter died down. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Pinkie sprang up from the ground. “That was amazing!” she cried. “I never knew we could have so much fun!” She grabbed Twilight and hugged her.
“I’m so sorry!” Twilight apologized. “It was supposed to be sweet and kind! I got carried away! I was so selfish! I was only thinking of me!” Her throbbing marehood reminded her how euphoric the experience was, but she tried her best to pretend it wasn’t.
“Silly pony!” Pinkie laughed. “That’s exactly how a fantasy is supposed to be!”
“But I hit you!”
Pinkie waved a dismissive hoof. “It happens.”
“And I put a spell on you!”
Pinkie shook her head. “You told me not to look at Slimmie, so I didn’t!”
“But… you said you needed it…” Twilight stammered. “What happened?”
Pinkie launched into a high-speed explanation. “You went off script immediately and I just didn’t know what Davenport would have said, so I thought about making something up and asked myself what would Davenport say? And I answered myself “Ms. Sparkle, you’re acting so strangely!” but when my goggles came off, I panicked and just started saying what you were saying.”
Pinkie took a deep breath and then continued.
“Then I pushed you off and Slimmie got inside of me and boy was that fun! He took me and I touched myself and I got so excited I started flipping all over the place! But then I started coming, and when I do that, I start to laugh, and then you came over and I told you how amazing it was.”
Pinkie raised both her forelegs up cheerfully. “It was totally amazing!!!”
Twilight breathed a relaxing sigh. Pinkie wasn’t upset at all; in fact, she was thrilled. She began to process the intensity of what just happened. Her legs felt wobbly, her inner self felt ravaged, and the satisfaction of afterglow flowed through her body. As she reveled in the feeling, her mind began to ponder the long term implications of their actions. She started to sweat with concern.
“So, we had sex, right?”
Pinkie nodded. “Yep!”
Twilight was worried. Was their friendship ruined? Were they dating now? How was any of this even possible?
“Are things going to be awkward between us now?”
“Nope!” Pinkie smiled. “It was just a fantasy! It started at the beginning, finished at the end, and now life goes on. No one has to know what we did. Unless you want to tell somepony about it?”
Though Pinkie Pie was eager to share it, Twilight was not. If rumors spread about her fantasies or what she had done, it would completely humiliate her. And what would happen if word reached Princess Celestia?
She shook her head vigorously. “No, let’s just keep this between us.”
“Okay!”
Exhaustion finally claimed the purple unicorn. Her legs were beginning to give out as her extreme workout on Pinkie’s toy took its toll. She wanted and needed sleep. Plus, it was way past her bedtime.
“It’s time for bed,” Twilight said in a daze. Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement.
Twilight levitated the mattresses out into the middle of the floor and made them up with the sheets. She then magically dimmed the lights so the whole room was only lit by the small orange glow of the fading fire.
Pinkie Pie hopped onto one of the mattresses. She pulled herself under the covers and settled in for the night. “Good night, Twilight!”
Twilight got into the other one, and smiled lovingly at her accepting friend. “Good night, Pinkie,” she said, and closed her eyes.
The sky was gloomy and gray as Twilight Sparkle walked down the main street of Ponyville. Everypony seemed to be reading books, but when they looked up at her, they shook their heads and frowned. Slowly she realized that the books they were reading were the sexual fantasies she had written for her personal bookshelf!
Panicked, she took off to find her friends. She knocked on the door of Sugarcube Corner where Pinkie Pie lived, but the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, answered the door. They scowled and slammed the door in her face.
She galloped to Carousel Boutique to find Rarity, only to have her sister, Sweetie Belle, slam the door too.
At Fluttershy’s cottage, it was the pegasus’s pet Angel Bunny who rejected her.
She rushed to Sweet Apple Acres, where certainly Applejack would be, but her family, Granny Smith, Big Mac, and Apple Bloom, gave her such glares that she turned and ran.
She called out into the sky for Rainbow Dash, hoping she might hear her, but a flock of Cloudsdale pegasi looked down on her with their disapproving stare.
She retreated to her home at the library, but everything was dark and twisted. The walls were slanted, the floor was warped, and the books on the shelves jutted out sharply like teeth. She found her way into the observatory where her accursed fantasies were housed, but the shelf was empty, and standing by it was her teacher and ruler of Equestria, the white alicorn Princess Celestia, reading the last one. She tossed it aside and gazed upon Twilight with a most disappointed face.
Twilight felt like she was suffocating. “I’m sorry!” she squeaked breathlessly. She turned to escape but was stopped by the impassive face of the other Royal Sister, the dark alicorn Princess Luna. The princess reared up and pounded the ground. Twilight fell, covering her head with her hooves, and screamed.
“Twilight Sparkle?”
“I’m sorry!” Her voice trembled. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s alright, you’re safe now.”
Twilight opened her eyes and looked through her hooves. She was still on the dark floor of the observatory, but now there was a warm glow coming from the fireplace. The floor was flat like it is supposed to be, and the walls were straight once again. Celestia was gone, but Luna was still standing above her.
The terrified unicorn stood up. “It was…” she stammered. “I mean, this is… a dream?”
“Just a dream.” Luna confirmed.
Twilight’s heart was still beating fast. Seeing her books back on her shelf calmed her for only a moment when she came to an alarming realization. “That means you…”
Luna nodded grimly. “I know about your stories, Twilight.”
She shook with fear. “You’re not… you’re not going to tell princess Celestia, are you?”
The princess of dreams looked at her thoughtfully. “Why are you afraid of her knowing?”
“Because she’ll think I’m a pervert! Normal ponies don’t have fantasies like me! And they certainly don’t write them down! She’d end my apprenticeship!”
“There are many ponies in Equestria that have fantasies like yours. It’s perfectly normal.”
The purple unicorn looked up at her. “Really?”
Luna cracked a smile. “Yes. Every living creature fantasizes, and each one expresses themselves in their own way. I’ve seen it in their dreams.”
Twilight frowned. “So… you know every fantasy I’ve ever dreamed?”
“Yes.”
Luna knew! She probably knew every story she’d ever written too. She felt completely exposed in front of the Princess.
“And they’re… normal?”
Luna nodded. “Yes.”
She took a moment to acknowledge this. Everypony had fantasies like hers, and it was normal. This was exactly what Pinkie Pie had talked about, but it took hearing it from a Princess for it to connect in Twilight’s mind.
It was natural that a fantasy would include familiar ponies, and of course some of them would be sexual. There were so many ponies in Equestria that there had to be fantasies of every kind. It was inevitable that some of them would be written down too, though she was uncertain how she felt about the fantasies written about her.
Then a more disturbing thought came to mind. “That means Princess Celestia must also have…”
Luna nodded silently.
“And you…”
Another nod.
“And even… Discord?”
Luna shrugged. “Probably.”
Twilight chose not to imagine what any of their fantasies might be, but the realization that she was not alone was both frightening and freeing.
“A fantasy is something everypony has, but shares only with their closest friends,” Luna explained. “Sharing your fantasies with your friends is a blessing and a true show of trust and friendship.”
Twilight nodded with understanding. “Thank you, Princess Luna.”
“You’re welcome, Twilight Sparkle.” Luna flapped her wings and headed towards a window. She paused to look back. “Oh and Twilight?”
“Yes?”
“Sweet dreams.” Luna winked and flew off.
Twilight awoke to the sound of Pinkie’s voice downstairs. Though she was exhausted, she was content. Between the previous night and the dream with Luna, she felt light hearted and relaxed, like a heavy burden had been lifted. She stood up groggily and descended the steps to the main library.
The room looked much as it had the night before, save for the sun filling it with its bright light. Books were sorted neatly in their shelves, the bedroom partition was still closed, and the table that held the keys stood in the middle of the room, holding two of the returned keys and boxes.
Near the table was Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie, standing in a circle, talking. Pinkie looked up when she heard Twilight enter the room.
“Good morning, Twilight!” Pinkie exclaimed, her pink curly hair as bouncy as ever.
“Good morning.” Rainbow Dash and Applejack echoed. Though less enthusiastic than Pinkie, they both looked well-rested given the late night they’d had.
“Good morning.” The purple unicorn yawned and rubbed the fatigue from her eyes. “What time is it?”
“8:30!” The pink earth pony replied.
Twilight tightened her face and shook herself from her head to her tail, trying to wake herself up. “Isn’t it a bit early to be awake after a party?” she asked.
Applejack shrugged. “I’m used to waking up earlier than this. This is like sleeping in!”
Rainbow nodded in agreement. “Me too! Weather duty starts before the sun rises, but I have the day off today. ”
“I always take an afternoon nap the day before a party so I can be awake all night!” Pinkie explained.
“Alright! Afternoon naps!” the cerulean pegasus cheered, putting her hoof out to Pinkie, who met it with a hoof-bump. Applejack rolled her eyes, but smiled.
“Well, it seems like you had a good night,” Twilight said, looking at Rainbow Dash.
“Did we ever!” She ecstatically jumped into the air, but upon seeing Applejack’s knowing expression she settled down. “I mean, yes, we had a lot of fun.”
The door to the basement creaked open, allowing Rarity’s voice to be heard. “... what pony in their right mind would be up at this ridiculous hour?”
“Not every creature wakes up this early,” Fluttershy responded as they both stepped into the room. “Some are nocturnal and are just now going to bed.”
Rarity wanted to explain exactly why no pony should ever be up this early, but thought better of it when she saw that everypony else was already awake. “Good morning, everypony!”
They greeted each other and Rarity deposited their key and box back on the table.
“Did everypony sleep well?” Pinkie asked, standing in the center of the room.
They all murmured words of agreement and nodded.
“Did everypony have fun?” Her voice was filled with rising enthusiasm.
Everypony responded affirmatively.
“Did everypony get intimate?” She threw her forehooves up wildly in excitement and gyrated a little.
Each pony pair looked at one another, with Twilight staring bug-eyed at the pink party planner.
“Pinkie!” Twilight objected, walking up to her. “You can’t ask a question like that!”
“Why not?” Pinkie asked with a frown. “That was the point of the whole party!”
“Yes, that was the point of the party, and I’m sure we all enjoyed it to one degree or another. But ‘what happens in the room stays in the room’, remember? We’re all supposed to keep it a secret.”
All the other ponies looked relieved. Seeing the faces of her friends, something clicked in her mind. The whole party made sense and she knew for certain that they all had fun, and understood why.
“This party isn’t just about being physical with one another. It’s about sharing those special feelings that are wonderful, but embarrassing to talk about.”
Rarity noded and stepped forward. “We don’t talk about them because we’re afraid of what other ponies may think.”
“Or what other ponies might do.” Applejack added.
“It can be very rewarding to share, though.” Fluttershy chimed in.
“So we’ll share it when the time is right.” Rainbow Dash finished.
“That would make a great letter to Princess Celestia!” Pinkie declared, jumping up and down.
The front door opened wide, and Twilight’s baby dragon assistant Spike appeared with a polka dot bindle hanging from a stick over his right shoulder. “I’m home!” he announced, stepping inside.
Twilight smiled nervously at Pinkie Pie. “Maybe we’ll write that letter later.”
