Twilight leaned back from the library’s log book and popped a crick in her neck, letting out a sigh. She straightened and shook her head, dispelling the jumble of titles, authors, dates, and names of ponies who had checked something out over the past week that had taken residence in her head. Her gaze flicked to the clock, then back to the log book and stack of returns as she bent over the list.

She had expected the upswing in work as the season changed colder; ponies who spent the whole summer enjoying the sun turned to books as the leaves changed color and orders from Cloudsdale brought in stronger winds.

She floated the quill to the page and marked the last from the list before looking back over her work. “Looks like Scootaloo still has Harnessing Your Inner Daredevil checked out,” she murmured, feeling a shiver race up her spine at the title. “I’ll have to send a note; maybe Spike can bring it to her…” Her gaze trailed around the room, and her ear twitched in annoyance. “If I ever see a scale on his head again.”

Sighing, Twilight went back through the stack of books. She wasn’t the only one whose schedule had become crowded. Just as Applebuck Season closed for Applejack, the rush of work to make cider had begun, and despite Rainbow’s infectious enthusiasm, Applejack had to cancel their get-togethers frequently to keep up on the farm. As for Rainbow, the change in the weather brought on more and more work from Cloudsdale.

Twilight thought they were all probably too busy to even think about lamenting the lack of time. A frown passed over her face at the thought, but she pushed it aside.

Twilight let out a grunt of satisfaction as she finished her third pass through the books and stood from the desk. She grabbed the stack in her magic and stepped out to the center of the room, reshelving the books one by one.

A long and pleased sigh escaped her muzzle as the last one went into place. “Done,” she announced to the room. Another glance at the clock confirmed that she finished just at closing time, and with a grin she flipped the open sign around with a practiced flick of energy. Satisfied, she trotted back to her desk and swapped out the log book for a stack of personal research projects. Her smile widened as she sifted through each of them, delighting in the array of focuses to choose from.

Settling onto her haunches, she put everything away save a book on analyzing dreams, and her rather rumpled dream journal. Her eye twitched at the cracked cover and dog-eared pages, but there was little she could do about the fact that Rainbow had dived-bombed the bed and broke it with her butt, save transferring the contents to a new book.

Her annoyance faded to a smirk as she remembered Rainbow rubbing the sore spot, and then chasing her around the bedroom ass-first, demanding Twilight ‘kiss it better’ through their shared laughter. A wave of unease ran through her, and she shook her head clear. She cracked open both books and floated a fresh quill to her journal to copy down notes about dream interpretations.

Twilight barely registered the click of the door and had to drag herself out of a fascinating chapter about the symbolic importance of crabs to see who had come in. Spike dropped a backpack to the floor and sagged, a sleepy smile stretched across his mouth. Twilight grinned. “There you are! You know that Fridays are return days.”

Spike winced and looked down at his claws with guilt. “Uhh…Sorry, Twilight. I meant to come help when I came home for lunch, but Apple Bloom had this whole picnic packed for everypony, and Scootaloo had this really cool book about making go karts, and—”

Giggling, Twilight waved a hoof dismissively. “It’s alright, Spike. I got everything done, anyway, and I’m glad you were out having fun.”

Spike brightened and walked over to the other side of Twilight’s desk. “So what’re you working on now? Anything I can help with?”

As he spoke, her attention shifted back to the analysis book. “I’m just looking through my dream journal again. I had a really strange one last night…”

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes. “Not the dream thing again. I still remember you trying that on one of my dreams and said it meant I was ‘avoiding feeling sensitive,’ or something.”

Twilight stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. “It’s not like this is an exact science, Spike.”

“It was a dream about being chased by a giant snail!”

Giggling, she shook her head. “I was humoring you, Spike, because you thought this was about predicting the future and we were about to be invaded by giant snails.” At his glare, she continued, “I knew the minute you told me about that dream what it really meant: it was two days before we went to visit my mom and dad, and on the last trip we took my dad made you try his escargot.”

Spike’s face took on a hint of green at the memory as he mocked gagging. “Oh…that does make sense. I still don’t get why your dad’s obsessed with griffon food.” Spike sighed and crossed his arms. “So if it’s not about future stuff, why’d you tell me I was avoiding feeling stuff?”

Twilight flipped forward several pages and turned the book around so Spike could read it. “Well, it’s because that’s what the book says it could mean. The reason for that is because a lot of ponies have the same sorts of dreams, and a lot of the things in dreams all have the same meaning to everypony. Snails are associated with moving slowly, and with sensitivity because they hide inside their shells for protection. Since it was chasing you, being slow didn’t make sense in context.”

Spike’s brow furrowed as he looked over the paragraph titled, ‘Snail Symbolism and Interpretation.’ “…You have really strange hobbies sometimes, Twilight.”

Blowing a raspberry, Twilight spun the book back around. “This is mostly for fun, and it’s something to discuss with Princess Luna; she has told me several times that there is a magical application to understanding and influencing dreams, but wouldn’t go into any more detail than that. Outside of that reason, it’s a good way to self-analyze from a different perspective, if something’s bothering you that you can’t put your hoof on.” Her brow creased as discomfort settled over her again. “…And I think something’s bothering me.”

Spike straightened and looked Twilight over. “Like what? Princess Celestia hasn’t sent anything in a while, do you think something big’s about to happen in Equestria?”

Twilight expelled a sharp breath of air, making her bangs flutter. “Spike, if you want to predict the future, you have to cast spells to do it, and it’s all in fields I barely studied in school at all. You know this.”

“Yeah, yeah. So if it’s not something big, is there other stuff going on? Everything alright with you and Rainbow and Applejack?”

“I thi—wait.” Twilight’s jaw snapped shut and she felt heat rush to her face as she stared at him. “W-why did you include Applejack in that list?”

She saw dots of pink rise in Spike’s cheeks as he quickly looked away. He shuffled his feet in the thick silence. Eventually, he cleared his throat. “…C’mon, Twilight, I’m not stupid.”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“I’m not, like, asking for details, but…” He shifted weight from one foot to another, his gaze roaming the room for something to focus on. “Applejack comes over, stays the night in your room with the two of you…then in the morning all three of you have big goofy grins on your faces…” He turned and fixed his eyes on Twilight’s. “I mean, all of you are super happy with…whatever you’ve got going on together, but it’s not like you’ve kept it that much of a secret.”

Twilight’s jaw fell open and clicked shut a few times. She was sure her face had gone several shades darker. Her focus dropped to the desk. “Um…” The silence stretched out to where she could hear the creak of the floor as Spike shifted weight from foot to foot. She tried to think of what to say, feeling suffocated in the quiet.

At last, Spike stammered out, “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up; I wasn’t thinking.”

“N-no, I—”

“I figured it was private, or else you’d tell me.”

Twilight cleared her throat and sat back up. “I’m sorry, Spike. You’re right that it’s…private, but I shouldn’t have been so…clandestine about it. I should have at least told you it was a private thing.”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled.

Several tense moments passed as the two didn’t look at each other. Twilight’s face gradually faded from a raging forest inferno to a manageable bonfire. “Uhm. A-anyway, I don’t think anything’s wrong. Everypony’s busy getting ready for winter and we have less time, but that’s expected…” She leaned back.

Spike turned to her, the awkwardness already forgotten and replaced with curiosity. “Well, you might know it’s gotta happen, but is it still bothering you girls?”

Twilight frowned in thought. “It’s not bothering me. And Applejack seems tired, but happy to see me when she’s around.” Her brow furrowed deeper. “Rainbow has been rather…strange lately, though. Sometimes she’s fine, other times she’s quiet and…distant? I guess? And it doesn’t matter if it’s when Applejack’s around or not. I’ve tried talking to her a few times, but…”

Spike smirked at her. “I bet that’s like pulling teeth.”

She grinned back.

“So…think you’re just worried about Rainbow Dash?”

“I…” Twilight chewed on her lip, looking over her jumble of notes. “It feels like…it’s more than that…but that’s at least a good place to start.”

Beaming, Spike cleaned his claw on his chest. “See? Your Number One Assistant is always a help!” He started, and gave her a chagrined look. “Sorry for not being around to be your Number One Assistant as much. I’ll be around more, okay?”

Twilight’s eyes refocused from far away as she dragged herself out of her thoughts. “Actually, Spike, don’t worry about it.” Before he could protest, she continued over him, “I know it’s important for you to be here for me, and I really do appreciate it; we’ve been a team for a very long time, and we’ll always be that team no matter what, but…” She smiled at him fondly, her eyes darting to his scuffed backpack. “I’ve been sort of worried about you, Spike.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You never had any friends your own age for so long.” A ghost of regret crossed her face. “I didn’t see the value in having friends other than you for most of my life, and I did a disservice to you by just sort of…keeping you from making friends in order to match my life.”

Spike’s eyebrow rose higher.

“When we came to Ponyville, we both made friends, but they were all my age, and all six of us are, well…adults, with jobs and responsibilities, and we don’t always have time for you, or know exactly what you’re going through in your own life.” At his blank expression, Twilight sighed and sat back. “Tell me, Spike, I know you like helping out here, or with any of the girls when they need it, but…you’ve become a whole different dragon since you got closer to Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom. You have more fun with them than when you’re at the library, don’t you?”

Spike looked down at his feet. “It’s…it’s different fun.”

“I’m not asking you to choose between me and your friends, Spike. I’m just glad you have them. I want you to have friends other than me. As close as we are, there’s something adults just sort of…forget about being your age.”

He brought his head back up, probing Twilight’s expression. “What do you mean?”

“It was a long time ago when I was trying to figure out who I was, and what my destiny would be. I met you on the day I found it.” She offered him a little smile. “But that’s exactly what Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom are looking for, and it’s exactly what you’re looking for, too.”

Rolling his eyes, Spike slumped his shoulders and glared at her. “Dragons don’t get cutie marks.”

“Everypony gets a cutie mark, Spike.” Twilight straightened out her desk by floating away her quills and ink and returning her books to underneath. “It’s just that not everypony has one on their flank. Some are only on the inside.” She prodded him in the chest with a hoof. “Dragons look for their destinies, too. I learned that when we followed the dragon migration last spring.”

Looking down at the place she poked, he shook his head. “…Really? You really think so?”

“I think it’s just a part of growing up. Everypony gets old enough that they start wondering who they are and what they can do with their lives, and begin to look for answers. I think I knew that when you left to follow the other dragons…I think that’s why I let you go, even though I was frightened something bad might happen.”

Spike cast a doubtful eye over his side at the stretch of purple scales that would never hold a picture of who he was…at least not on the outside. He shook his head again. “Why’re you telling me this now, Twilight? I’ve been hanging out with Scoots, Sweetie, and AB for ages. What’s all this about?”

“I…” Twilight double-checked her desk to make sure everything was put away and rose to her hooves, not quite bringing herself to meet his gaze. “I’m not sure, Spike. Things have changed a lot in the last few years. I’ve been thinking about that pretty often and I guess I just noticed how things have been changing for you, too. That, and I overthink things.”

Spike snorted and covered his mouth with a claw, unable to keep the mirth out of his gaze.

She smiled at him and stepped around the desk. “The big changes are easy to see, because they happen all at once; it’s the small ones that sneak up on you, and by the time you notice them, it feels like you’ve always been that way.”

“I guess.”

“That’ll make more sense when you’re older. Just like how I don’t quite remember what it feels like to not have a cutie mark.” Smirking, Twilight headed for the kitchen. “Now then, let’s have dinner. I’ll cook if you’ll be sous chef.”

Eyes lighting up, he scampered in behind her. “Gem risotto? Please~?”

Twilight giggled. “You keep the fire even, and it’s a deal.”

Spike grinned and grabbed his apron.

With a flash of her horn, Twilight snuffed the lanterns around her bedroom, save the one next to her on the dresser. She adjusted the light to the perfect level for reading and pulled open a book. As her eyes drifted over the words, her hoof drifted over the cold and empty space next to her. She sighed inwardly; as busy as she was, it was a lie to say she didn’t miss the carefree weeks of summer. Half the nights she’d end up falling asleep before Rainbow even got home, waking up enough to roll over and wrap her hooves around her marefriend in the middle of the night.

She told herself she didn’t begrudge Rainbow fitting in as much flight practice as possible around the heavy workload; she squeezed as much studying into her own day as she could. The thought of Rainbow pressed close and warm with her own book open and ignored still kept Twilight from moving past the first paragraph.

As her mind picked at Rainbow’s absence, she shut her reading material and dropped it on the dresser, before rolling over and staring out into the room. “These days will pass,” she mumbled to herself. “I’m just lonely right now.”

Twilight huffed and shoved the thoughts away. The thought of blowing out the light and going to sleep crossed her mind, but she dismissed it. She wanted to be awake when her distant lover got home. Alternating between trying to read, groaning, and tossing and turning, she breathed a sigh of relief when the balcony door swung open.

“Hey, Twi.” As she tossed the book aside for the last time that evening, Rainbow landed at the side of the bed and nuzzled her cheek. “You’re still up.”

“Mmhmm.” Twilight slid over as Rainbow clambered in next to her, and she hugged herself close. “Oh! You’re cold!”

A chuckle tickled her ear as Rainbow returned the embrace with frigid legs and wings. “Flying above the clouds’ll do that. Mmm, you’ll warm me up, though.”

Twilight squeaked as a chilly hoof grabbed her ass. She giggled and pressed into Rainbow’s chest, breathing in the smell of the night still lingering on her marefriend’s neck and mane, feeling the furnace just below the layer of cold working its way back to the surface. She levitated the blankets up and around them both. “Have a good day?”

Rainbow shrugged against her. “Kept having to patch holes; Cloudsdale didn’t send enough clouds to cover everything right. And, like, half the farms aren’t ready for it to get cold enough for the ground to get hard, and blah blah blah, same thing as always, right?” At Twilight’s nod, Rainbow’s wandering hoof traced up her side and over her stomach. “And lemme guess; everypony wanted the same book at the same time, nopony returned anything on the right day, and Spike showed up just in time for dinner.”

Twilight let out a mock sigh. “I almost want a giant monster to try and eat the town, just so it wasn’t so boring for a change.”

As Rainbow laughed, Twilight closed her eyes and felt the rumbling through her chest. She loved that laugh. It always started with a strained release of air, as if Rainbow was about to deny that anything was funny. As the chuckles resolved and they lay wrapped in each other’s embrace, Twilight considered just enjoying the night: kissing her mare with growing desperation in increasingly exotic places and eventually falling asleep a sweaty mess.

She held in her sigh; physical release wouldn’t help her mental worries.

“Rainbow?” Twilight sat back in the embrace enough to make eye contact. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, Twi?”

“I don’t know…?” A thoughtful frown creased her muzzle. “I can’t put my hoof on it, but it feels like something’s bothering you.”

“Me?” Raising an eyebrow, she said, “Um…no? I’m cool, Twi. Tired of running around all the time, I guess.”

“You’re not upset about that, are you? Or about me being busy, too? ”

Rainbow shrugged, her tone dismissive. “Nah, it’s not like we don’t see each other. We’re busy ponies; it’s just how it is.”

Twilight nodded and ran a hoof along her marefriend’s side. “Are you upset that Applejack’s busy?” She felt Rainbow stiffen against her.

“No. What’s this all about, Twi?”

“It’s just that you’ve been sort of... off recently. Distant. It’s just some of the time, and I’ve been worried.”

Dropping her head back against the pillow, Rainbow grunted, “I’m fine.”

“Because if something was bothering you, I’d be happy to help if I can, and—”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“—you can always talk to me about anything; I like helping ponies, and if I could help you it’d be—”

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

“—no problem at all, if you’d just talk to me about it I could maybe—”

“Twilight.” Her jaw snapped shut as she met Rainbow’s glare. “I’m fine.”

Her gaze didn’t waver as she met the look; her lover’s eyes narrowed and snout crinkled the barest amount. Twilight’s heart hurt as she took in the expression. She’d seen Rainbow angry enough times to know she was treading close to it, but underneath the annoyance, she saw the defensiveness and vulnerability betrayed by a tremoring lip, uneasy breaths, a nervous energy boiling just beneath the surface.

Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat. “…You don’t look ‘fine.’”

With a huff, Rainbow scooted her away and rolled over, facing the lantern. Leaning off the bed and tipping the light towards her, she let out a second, louder huff and threw the room into darkness.

Twilight stared at the silhouette of Rainbow’s mane against the window and bit her lip. She waited as Rainbow’s breaths slowed before running a hoof over her marefriend’s back, soothing and gentle. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

Rainbow’s voice drifted through the darkness: resolute, but kind. “I don’t.”

She slid closer, her caresses drifting up through Rainbow’s mane and then down her sides. “I’m just worried. You’ve been sad, and I want you to be happy, Rainbow. I love seeing you happy.” She kissed the back of her lover’s neck.

Sighing, Rainbow rolled over and back into an embrace, face pressed to Twilight’s neck and hooves around her middle. The dying coldness still on Rainbow’s coat led Twilight to hug tighter. “I’ll be okay, Twilight. Don’t worry about me; it’ll all work out.”

“Even if we don’t talk about it, if there’s anything I can do, just ask.”

For a long time Rainbow didn’t say anything and Twilight filled the silence stroking her back and nuzzling the top of her mane. As the minutes passed, she closed her eyes and nestled in, content that she had at least started the conversation even if it didn’t get anywhere. She snapped all the way awake again when Rainbow said, “Tell me something cool about magic.”

Twilight shook her head clear. “Huh?”

“Like, something about…um…leylines…or, uhh…transformation spells? Those are all things, right?”

Snorting, Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes. Things that bore you.”

“Yeah, but you like ‘em, and…” As she trailed off, Twilight looked down at her in bewilderment. Usually whenever they talked about magic she grew playful and teasing in tone; not ever insulting or dismissive, but checked out of the conversation. To Twilight’s ears, she was dead serious and as open and raw as Twilight had ever heard her.

“…What? What is it, Dashie?”

“I just…I wanna hear you talk. You get excited about stuff you like.”

For a few seconds, Twilight stared at the messy splay of colors on the top of Rainbow’s head. She rolled over onto her back, and her marefriend followed, using her chest as a pillow and holding her in a loose hug. Twilight took a deep breath, picked a subject, and began to talk.

Her words fumbled at the start; she half expected Rainbow to start giggling and teasing her, but she fell into the rhythm of answering a question back in school. Though she couldn’t recall what exactly she had explained later, it was a subject she knew by heart and as she went on the volume of her voice rose. She could feel the smile on her face as she talked, and for an instant, she was sent back in time, studying next to Princess Celestia with boundless possibilities at her hooves.

Rainbow’s mouth pressed into hers.

Her eyes fluttered open and back shut as she was kissed, held tight against her pillow and the mattress, wrapped up in Rainbow Dash and the sheets. She dismissed the thought that her lover was shutting her up instantly, feeling the fierce passion in Rainbow’s probing tongue, in the hooves tightening around her, in the heartbeat thundering against her chest.

They broke apart with a gasp, leaving Twilight panting and staring upwards. Rainbow stared back, eyes half lidded and filled with want, clear as crystal in the darkness. Twilight lay hypnotized by the expression. Rainbow whispered, “When you talk about magic…you always sound like you just won a race.”

She stared back in confusion.

“I love you, Twilight.”

“I love you, too.” Leaning up, their lips met again, and Twilight pushed her doubts and worries away. Whatever wasn’t being talked about, she could hear and feel the need for closeness, for lust and love made physical, pouring off Rainbow like steam off a boiling pot. She promised to do anything to help the pony she shared her life with, and if this was what Rainbow needed from her, she wouldn’t let herself be distracted.

Twilight rocked upwards, snaking around Rainbow’s middle, deepening the kiss as she shoved her shoulder against her marefriend, battling for the higher ground to force submission. One hoof found Rainbow’s tail to pull, and the other prodded a wing, coaxing it to open.

Her eyes opened in surprise as Rainbow pressed a foreleg into her shoulder and pinned her to the bed. There was no violence in the act, nor did it have the playful struggle of their normal bedroom games; it was commanding and final. She blinked at Rainbow, who loomed above her with the same look of need.

“Just…just let me tonight, okay?” Rainbow whispered.

“…Okay.”

Rainbow lowered and met her mouth again, soft and gentle. She stroked her lover’s mane, sweeping down to cup her cheek. Rainbow’s hooves left her shoulders and slid between her back and the mattress, pulling their bodies together. Twilight sighed into Rainbow’s mouth, losing herself in the kiss.

Their lips parted and Rainbow trailed pecks down her chin and neck, puffing heated breaths against her coat, making the hairs stand on end. She swept back into Rainbow’s mane, stroking in waves, making the colors shimmer in glints of moonlight. Rainbow’s tail twitched back and forth across Twilight’s hindlegs as she reached her marefriend’s chest, sliding down the bed and dragging the blankets with her.

A small gasp escaped Twilight’s mouth as Rainbow nipped her stomach. The sheets fell away as her lover’s wings spread open. She stroked a fuzzy ear as Rainbow lifted her leg into the air and kissed her inner thigh.

Twilight fell back against the bed and closed her eyes. Each breath and flighty touch from Rainbow formed a trail up her gaskin, across her sensitive flesh, growing closer with each new peck, the gap closing inch by inch.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as Rainbow hoisted her other leg, working back down, skipping over where her thighs met. Twilight bit her lip; she could feel the building pressure in her core, the mounting heat and wetness filling her sex, begging for release. Rainbow continued down her cannon to nuzzle her fetlock, and Twilight struggled to keep from pouting.

Rainbow pushed her hooves forward to place a row of kisses up the back of her hindleg, and she chewed her lip as they came tantalizingly closer to her need. A breathy moan erupted from her throat when her lover pressed in just below her outer lips. A tiny slurp sounded out as Rainbow drank her escaping juices, and she groaned again as the kisses traced up the first leg.

“Ohhh, Rainbow…” she rumbled, grabbing at the sheets with both forelegs. “Oh, dear Celestia…”

She felt Rainbow’s tongue against her thigh, dragging along her raised coat, drawing towards her throbbing marehood with painful slowness. She scrunched her eyes as Rainbow hovered over her, puffing a humid breath across her wetness. She swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth when Rainbow’s hooves circled her thighs, stroking her belly and pulling her close.

Twilight watched Rainbow’s tail flick to the side of her raised rump as she lowered the rest of the way, meeting her lover’s waiting lips. She ran her tongue up, spreading Twilight’s folds, catching the trickle of lust, teasing every inch, finishing with a little flick to her marefriend’s most sensitive spot.

Twilight arched her neck against the pillow. Rainbow’s tongue swept along her lips again and she let her back legs fall as wide apart as she could, clenching the muscles in her stomach with each pass edging deeper inside. She felt Rainbow’s jaw press against where she’d been kissed. Her inner walls welcomed her lover’s tongue with a spark of pleasure up her spine, lapped at with maddening slowness.

Biting her hoof, Twilight basked in lover’s attentions of her marehood’s recesses. Rainbow’s snout pressed up against her clit and she could feel every exhalation. She tried to pet Rainbow’s mane without shaking too much.

A foreleg left her stomach and she opened her eyes again, whimpering into the soft underside of her hoof as Rainbow tasted her with a gradual build of intensity. Her gaze trailed down and she watched her Marefriend’s hips sway and tail twitch. With another breath across her mound, she looked down at Rainbow’s eyes, closed in serenity. Rainbow was inhaling deep, drowning herself in Twilight’s scent and taste, and stroking her own need with a hoof: self-pleasuring to her lover’s pleasure.

Twilight’s horn lit up. Part of her consciousness flowed out of her and passed along the contours of Rainbow’s wings, down trim and muscled sides, and gathered at the soaked lips she knew so well. With a little will, she slid her magic inside.

Rainbow gasped into her sex. Their eyes met before her lover’s attention flicked to her horn. She pushed in further, feeling Rainbow’s walls squeeze around the solidified force, gripping her magic as she filled her lover up. Rainbow’s eyes fluttered shut and the dampened hoof returned to her stomach as her marefriend pushed deeper inside, nudging her clit, licking as far in as she could go. Twilight matched her tempo, gliding in and out of Rainbow’s rocking hips.

The sheets stuck to her back with sweat. The burning ache of release balled up in her core as she watched Rainbow lap at her. The look of contentment, the knowledge that the pony she loved’s own excitement was built upon the act of pleasuring her, left her at peace, drifting in a sea of sensation. The tide crashed against her muscles, trying to grip Rainbow’s tongue and pull her deeper but too slippery to hold. Languid and dawdling, her arousal rose toward its peak.

Twilight arched off the bed. The ball rolled up her spine and down her legs, a sparking rush of bliss clenching her muscles taut and trickling juices onto Rainbow’s waiting tongue and down her chin. As the first spike passed, she felt her lover climax against her magic, gripping tight and pattering fat drops onto the bedsheets. She pressed the force in deep as the next wave of pleasure shot through her and she writhed against Rainbow’s snout.

Rainbow moaned into her, sending vibrations to tingle alongside the ebb and flow of her orgasm. She released her horn’s energy as Rainbow sunk to the bed, still drinking the remains of her lust, easing her down from the mountain at a gradual decline. She was still shaking when Rainbow crawled up and lay against her, using her as a pillow as if she was still talking about magic.

“Oh, Rainbow,” she whimpered, “I love you so much, Rainbow Dash.”

“I love you, Twilight. I promise.”

Twilight shivered and hugged her marefriend, her beloved Rainbow Dash close. It took a few tries for her to drag the blankets back over them with magic, and she crashed into sleep still smelling stormclouds, sweat, and sex in Rainbow’s mane.

Rainbow Dash listened to her lover’s slowing heartbeat, eyes trained on the far wall, trying to lose herself in the fog of emotions she felt for Twilight, trying to fall asleep on the pony she had made love to.

Trying to not think about Applejack.

Author's Notes:

tl;dr

Twilight was wrong and there really was a snail invasion that Spike foresaw. The griffons ate them all, sending the griffon civilization into a slow decline while they sat around on the couch, patting their bellies, groaning about how full they felt, and watching Fluffy Kitten Tales.