It was a cold night in Ponyville. Winter was on its way, and in preparation the Pegasi of Cloudsdale had sent a harsh wind to notify the birds of the fact. Signs flapped and wooden doors whistled with life brought on by the gale. For one pony, however, the night was not so cold. In fact, it was hot; very hot. Twilight Sparkle was lying in her bed, but not reading; no. This time she was doing something that none expected somebody like her to be doing.

Twilight slowly caressed herself with her delicate fingers, her legs kicking and twitching in spasms of bliss, as she thought of the images that she had seen Rainbow Dash looking at in the Library when she thought Twilight wasn’t looking. Twilight’s hands made their way down her front, resting on her inner thighs as she lightly moaned, her blush getting hotter and becoming far more apparent.

Her fingers began to gently caress and rub the soft, pink folds between her thighs; causing her to moan near silently. She continued her rubbing with several fingers, carefully moving the other hand's to tease the hardening, reddening mound that was her clit. She remembered the images of the beautiful mares, how they had moaned and looked so happy when they were spanked – how their masters had grinned wickedly when the whips slapped wetly against their sweat-soaked breasts. “Oh, sweet Celestia, I want it…I want it so bad..!” Twilight moaned, longing to feel the same sharp smack on her flank.

She began rubbing harder on her clit as her fingers probed the entrance of her love hole, teasing it and stroking it. “I want it so bad…” Twilight murmured, moaning louder. She slowly stuck her index and middle fingers inside herself, still rubbing and lightly squeezing her clit, making her moan considerably louder as an electrifying sensation of heat flooded her veins; causing her legs to spasm and twitch and her toes to curl.

“Please…please give it to me…Ooh…Yes! I’m such a slut…and I need to be… Ah! Punished…” Twilight moaned, pushing her fingers in and out of her now dripping wet pussy, all the while rubbing her clit faster. Her heart thumping in her chest, Twilight continued feeding herself the images of pain; the seductresses and their whips, the ropes taut around a woman's ankles, all the images serving their purpose in turning her on even more. Twilight rubbed faster, thrust her fingers harder, anything she could do to quicken the arrival of the wave of relief just around the corner.

Then, rather suddenly, her mind went blank; the one sensation in life that she experienced with almost no conscious input, just pure blinding ecstasy, had begun.  Her legs twitched and wriggled as her arms locked. Her whole body shook as her dripping pussy gushed. She screamed “Please, hurt me bad!” as her orgasm thundered through her; annihilating every thought in her mind for a brief moment.

Basking in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm, she was still mumbling to herself when the receptor on her finger whirred slower before the noise was gone altogether. Twilight raised her arm as best she could, fatigued to the extreme, and untied the straps on her hand-held device. It was a vibrator of sorts, it would respond to the magical feedback that magicians gave out during sex (but usually used for masturbation) and the magic would make the little egg-like device buzz and vibrate.

The device let out a defiant twitch of power as Twilight ghosted her hand over her clit for a brief moment, the small nub now sore from all the vigorous attention. Twilight finally collapsed in a soggy heap in her bed, unable to move. She was panting like an Olympic runner and her hair was as ruffled as a hair could be. Twilight’s fantasies had been growing even lewder and kinkier lately, not that she was complaining; it made for mind melting orgasms, but she was nevertheless curious as to why they were so… potent.

She made a tired effort at a mental note to talk to Rarity about it, Rarity knew her stuff when it came to women, before completely collapsing in bed and falling into a deep and renewing slumber.

Little did Twilight know that not long after Twilight’s orgasm had wracked through her and momentarily shattered her mind, a certain indigo haired fashion designer nearby was feeling a similar sensation.

Rarity’s mind flashed before the sound of her screeching and lewd moan broke its way through the haze into her ear drums. Rarity’s sheets were, too, soaked with her pleasure juices and were not getting exactly drying as her twitching spasms and shakes made her leak even more.

Her mind slowly pieced itself together as the room became level again, and not sideways, upside down or in twelve segments. She’d finished recovering from her orgasm and, more practiced than her bookish counterpart, regained her energy quicker. Rarity slowly got up and wandered towards the bathroom, climbing in the shower and adjusting the nobs to get just the right, refreshing temperature.

Her pussy still ached from the orgasm as she slowly slid her hands along her body, washing the muscles back into comfort and cleaning off all the sweat. As Rarity let the water flow through her hair, soaking her skin and drizzling its way down her front and between her breasts, she thought of the sweet and sexy girl that had become the object of her fantasies lately. She sighed and oozed into a puddle of grinning woman on the floor as Twilight flooded her mind, making her heart beat more prominently.

Rarity decided she’d had enough of admiring from afar, the way Twilight shook her hips as she walked, the way her sweet eyes would bore into Rarity's own and her arms would cross when she was nervous made her deliciously adorable. Rarity couldn’t take much more and decided, there and then, as the rest of Ponyville slept peacefully, that she would speak to Twilight of her feelings toward the innocent and sweet girl the next day.

With that passionate determination she was famous for, among other things, she lay down in her bed and closed her eyes; her mind full of what she would do to Twilight if she felt the same. “Oh that girl has no idea what she’s in for!” Rarity whispered to herself, excitedly before she too fell asleep in a pile of happy fatigue.