//------------------------------// // Dreams are dreams // Story: The Ponyville Way // by Spica //------------------------------// A reddish tint permeated the reading room of the library as Twilight read on. The books were stacked on her table as usual, in two rows. The smallest pile to her left contained the books she had already revised, and a bigger pile to her right had the ones she had not checked yet.  She scanned the pages with her usual intensity, devouring each word However, a remarkable fire burning inside her marked this reading session as different from any other she had ever done.  As she skimmed the contents, the persistent thought of the lewdness of her reading lived on the back of her mind, but she kept on nonetheless. She closed one book and put it on the already-read pile, levitating one from the other pile to herself. She peered at the cover, which featured an attractive pegasus mare waving at a rough looking earth stallion from above. “Flaming Wings of Freedom.” Twilight read the title aloud and turned the volume to read the blurb. Pumpkin Pride is a normal, hard working Earth stallion. He’s contented with living the quiet, peaceful life of far-off Appleloosa. But when Spring Skies, a pegasus on vacation from Cloudsdale, passes through in her vacation, Pumpkin begins to question everything he has ever thought about life. He follows her, only to find the tangled webs that city life offers, in which Spring is deeply woven. He must then decide his future. She put the book aside for a moment and picked up the next one; its title was “Blinding Stage Lights.”   Turning the book around, she read the description. She had obtained everything she had desired, or thought she had.  Ivory Gleam loved acting. Ever since she was a filly, her family supported her, and she managed a spot in one of the most famous acting troupes of Equestria. That was when she met Star Walk, an ambitious young producer. Their torrid romance led to marriage. However, Star grew greedy and cynical as time passed, forgetting his love of the art and his love of her. A new member of the group, Rumbling Flash, captures Ivory’s attention. Will he catch her struggling love too? Twilight sighed and put the book down, picking up the next one. She read her way through the summaries of some more issues. “Cookie-cut romance novels. I know Rarity’s passion for this, but… Well, I don’t think it’s too much to lose for a night. Let’s get on it.” A cold breeze blew through, despite the closed windows, and Twilight shivered. When she recovered, she looked around. “What the hay? How’s that even possible? “ “Darling, if you deem those books inappropriate, we can always look at other input.” Twilight gasped and looked at her side, where a gleaming Rarity beamed at her. “When did you get here, Rarity?” The white unicorn caressed the other’s coat. “I just wanted to see how you were doing, and I found you reading these steamy books. I didn’t think you’d actually consider my offer, Twilight.” Some seconds passed as Twilight looked at the books. “I’ve always considered books as my first go-to tool when researching a new topic. And even though I’d really prefer if there was a more proper approach to the subject, I’m willing to learn. I…” The warmth that filled her stopped her speech and her face turned red, at which Rarity smile more warmly. “You look cute,” she said, causing Twilight to feel as if her face -and her whole body- was burning. She took some slow breaths in. Rarity giggled softly, a sound that echoed on Twilight’s ears. The white unicorn reached over and bit her friend’s ear lightly, causing the hairs of Twilight’s coat to stand.She turned to look at her friend, whose smile had shifted into an innocent expression that somehow let the implication of lust shine through. The red gleam coming in through the window colored the pearly white unicorn in a light red shade. “Let’s skip the ‘theory’, shall we, Twilight?” Each looked into the eyes of the other, until Twilight broke the silence. “Are you sure, Rarity?” “I volunteered to help you, and I can see that you are a good pony. I have nothing against it.” Biting on her lip, Twilight nodded slowly. “I’d like that, then.”   She blushed again feeling the soft touch of Rarity’s lips on her cheek.   “I will treat you very well, Twilight. But not here. Come on…” As if pulled by an invisible, unbelievably strong thread, Twilight followed Rarity up the stairs; while the white unicorn moved with a rhythmic cadence and a confident stride, Twilight noticed how she avoided making her steps too suggestive or revealing, her tail perfectly still behind her. She made her way into the bedroom after Rarity. In contrast to the red hue below, the room was illuminated by a nightly dark blue, with the moonlight providing a contrast. The white beam entering through the window seemed to briefly blink, as she couldn’t think of a better term to describe it, but despite focusing her attention of it for some seconds, it didn’t happen again and she pushed it to the back of her mind, turning her attention to a Rarity that stood beside her bed, smiling at her. Once she made her way to her side, she felt the brush of Rarity’s lips against her own. Her brain seemed to shut off as she could only register the sensation of their lips touching each other’s. After some seconds, she felt a slight push from Rarity, who looked at her straight in the eyes. Taking a deep breath in, she answered the kiss, getting lost in the taste of her friend’s mouth, and then felt the soft but strong tip of Rarity’s tongue pushing against her lips. She opened them instinctively, letting it into her own mouth. Sparks flew inside of her as their tongues wrapped around each other, beginning to play a furious game. Rarity broke apart of her, and she could see a deep shine on those blue eyes; she was pushed into the bed by a surprisingly strong movement of her friend. “Now, dear, let’s proceed to the next stage.” ------------ Above the tree that housed the Library, and overseeing the whole land of Equestria, the moon shone with a crimson glow. In the midst of the satellite, a shadow appeared, condensing on itself and taking the shape of the princess of the Night. She jumped silently on a beam of light that descended in a straight path to the small town of Ponyville, near to the tree building. She made her way to it. Princess Luna had been struck by the revelation that her old powers would take some time coming back. The purge of Nightmare Moon had taken a toll on her and debilitated her greatly. She had no problem coaxing the moon to move, but her dream control abilities had been greatly lessened, to the point of rendering her a mere observator on the dreams she chose to enter to. She noticed the lights on in the second floor, the only lights interrupting a scarcely lighted dream, and flew towards the window they came from, and barely avoided gasping when she found two of her saviors down on the bed. She recovered from the shock, but did not look away from the scene. “From what Celestia told me, these two had only just recently met. They have gotten to it pretty fast.” She followed the act until its conclusion. Muttering to herself and shaking her head, she flew away. Twilight Sparkle woke up abruptly. She rose and rubbed her eyes wearily. “Rarity? What’s…” She shook herself awake and looked next to her, to the empty side of her bed. “But she was here… I… I was dreaming?”  She sniffed the air when a particular odor reached her nose, wrinkling it.  “What’s that smell? And why do I feel…” She fell quiet and lifted the covers off herself, feeling the humidity between her legs; her eyes opened wide and she gasped. She covered her mouth when she felt Spike moving besides her bed. “Aww.. What’s it, Twi? It’s not even two in the morning…” She took a silent breath in. “It’s nothing, Spike. Just need to go to the restroom.” “Sheesh, you don’t need to make all that noise for that.” He fell asleep again, almost instantly. She disentangled herself from the blankets, making a mental note to check on them later, and headed for the bath to wash herself. She looked at her flustered reflection in the mirror. “I had a wet dream… with Rarity?  What will I tell her? I got too carried away with this…” She splashed some water in her face. “I’ve got to put an end to this.” .