“Seriously, why are you here, Twi?” The question was posed to Twilight for the umpteenth time, and, despite her best effort, she had no real answer for it. No matter how many times she looked at the pegasus, no matter how many times said mare floated circles above her, the alicorn could think of only broken hypotheses to explain the situation.

No matter how well Twilight could claim to know Rainbow, she knew she did not know enough to create a realistic imagining of the pegasus. There would be too many small details that she would be able to pick up on. The playing with her wings, the uneven alignment of her eyelids, and especially her constant questioning. If this were a dream, then Rainbow would be idealized, not realistic.

Or at the very least she’d be aware of the fact that she was in a dream.

“C’mon, Twi, one minute I’m snoozing on cloud nine and the next I’m flying in Apocrypha. What’s going on?” Twilight raised her own brows at that.

“Apocrypha?” She questioned. “How did you know about that place?” Rainbow’s confused and slightly anxious gaze fell into a dry stare.

“Seriously? You seriously think I wouldn’t remember? You’ve only talked about that place every time the words books, endless, and reading were used in the same sentence.” Twilight felt a light blush of embarrassment flood her cheeks.

Yeah, this was definitely the real Rainbow Dash.

“W-Well,” Twilight uneasily began. “I’m not sure how you got here… but I cast a spell to force myself into a dream state.” She saw the question coming before Dash had a chance to ask it. “I wanted to talk to Princess Luna, and this seemed like the fastest way to do so. I mean, she does visit the dreams of ponies…”

“Kay,” Dash noted. “Then why were you looking for the princess? Couldn’t you just write a letter to Celestia? It’s not like you have to wait to meet her or anything.” Rainbow settled back to the floor as she spoke, making it easier to approach the alicorn. That was another detail Twilight noted.

“No, it’s… it isn’t anything important. Just a question that’s been bothering me all day.” She immediately cursed her own dismissive words. If there was one trait about Dash that everypony knew, it was her inability to let go of things.

“So this question has been bothering you all day, it’s something that you haven’t been able to figure it out yet, annoying you enough that you are casting spells on yourself to meet the princess in your dreams.” Twilight nibbled on her lip. “Okay, spill. Is this really important or where you just tryin’ out some new spell so we could get it on in your dreams?” The question threw the alicorn for a loop.

“Well… I-It’s not that it isn’t important, just… I don’t think it would interest you.” The alicorn turned her head away from the pegasus, finding a column of books interesting to read. She reminded herself of when she had read each of the texts before as she did so.

She recalled reading “Basic Transmutation” in her second class at Canterlot University, “Morphogenetic Magical Metastasis” in her fifth biology class, and “Rainbow Dash is Nibbling on My Ear” at this current moment.

Wait…

Twilight felt her coat bristle as a wet tongue lathed her inner ear. Her legs weakened the second it made contact, and her chest shivered with them. Her jaw clenched to keep an erotic moan from rolling past her lips.

“Twi-light,” Dash whispered huskily into her ear, half nibbling on the thin coat and skin of her pinna. The alicorn stood on shaking limbs as the pegasus continued her sensual assault.

Her eyes widened, however, as she saw the world around her change.

“What secret are you keeping from me?” Bite, lick, nuzzle.

Oh that touch and… and that voice.

The alicorn shut her eyes to focus her mind. An ironic act considering that she was still very sure she was dreaming. But every luscious tease and lick of Dash’s tongue shook the alicorn’s once-iron will. A very brief thought in Twilight’s distracted mind reminded her that this was something that only Dash could do, as she herself had yet to understand, let alone master the pegasus’s touch.

“Aw, are you gonna ignore little old me?” Twilight felt the mare’s hooves slowly run down her back, treading over her coat with the care of a masseuse. It forced a trembling breath from her throat, lowering her chest to the ground. Another small afterthought noted how warm the floor was, as opposed to the usual cold that most tiles held. The thought was quickly swept away once more.

Dash’s hooves expertly played with Twilight’s wings, rubbing the thin muscles. They kneaded and rolled the sensitive appendages, turning the sensitive fibers into conduits for her pleasure.

“Spill it, Twi,” Dash commanded lightly, making the mare beneath her bite her lips to keep the moans from escaping. “Tell me what’s been on your mind all day that’s not me.” Another fleeting thought ghosted through Twilight’s mind, perceiving the now obvious reason why Dash was so curious about her current obsession. It was quickly drowned beneath the waves of pleasure that pulsed through her.

The world around the mimicked her emotional state, much to the intrigue of the currently pleasure-tortured mare.

The columns of books that so accurately portrayed the organization of her mind swayed under a nonexistent wind, making them bend miles high into the air. Not a single book fell, however, as if they were all conjoined at their covers and pages. Twilight attempted to focus on the pillars of text, hoping that focusing on them would somehow allow her mind to stray away from Dash’s intoxicating… and accurate… ministrations.

For every time Dash flicked Twilight’s ears, the books would sway forwards, bending at angles she was sure would offset their center of gravity. For every nibble she teased along the mare’s pinna, the pillars shook soundlessly. Then, for every heavy breath the pegasus blew into the alicorn’s ear, the books appeared to melt little by little, dissolving under the effects of an unfelt and unseen heat.

“Still keeping quiet?” Dash whispered in a tone that bade for nothing but whine of desire. “Maybe I should kick it up a notch.” Twilight had never felt so conflicted between feeling insatiable desire and abhorred rejection in her life.

She sucked in a breath of air as she felt Dash’s hoof slide down her coat.

The stunt flier’s hoof twisted around her carriage, slowly rubbing over the coat that decorated her lower belly and making gentle circles through the lavender fur. It teasingly slunk further and further back, rubbing unhurried circles around Twilight’s sensitive glands.

The mare’s forelegs gave out, leaving her back end protruding up into the air. She would have been embarrassed, moving quickly to pull herself into a ball in the very least, if her eyes were not pulling upwards and her jaw stuck open. Her tongue flopped uselessly out of her jaw, laying on the ground with a collecting pool of drool.

“Hmm…” Dash amusingly hummed as she continued her well-honed teasing of the alicorn’s nethers. It made Twilight moan in need. “I guess we are in your dreams, Twi,” she spoke with an almost oblivious tone. Almost. “Can’t imagine any other reason why the books are doing that stuff.” Though her mind was hazed by lust induced by the pegasus’s touch, Twilight attempted to straighten her eyes enough to see what was happening.

As Dash said, the books were changing, just as the alicorn expected. Then again, she didn’t know what to expect.

Their swaying had since ceased, their tall forms stilling. However, they were anything but stable. One by one, the pillars began to fall into the ground, dropping through the floor as if a hole had opened beneath each one of them. Each one began to descend, and the further each fell, the more other stacks began to descend with it.

Despite the disappearance of the solitary objects in her landscape, her mind was anything but bare.

The holes the books fell through, in fact, remained very much in place. More than that, they grew. Their emptiness stretched until they were conjoined with one another, slowly forming curved lines between their various dots across the landscape. Their emptiness was just as short lived as their solitariness.

From much the same void the books fell into, water began to rise. Water wasn’t the proper word. Real water wasn’t pink, didn’t smell like sweet, and certainly didn’t sparkle the way they did close to Twilight’s still half-focused gaze.

“This is just as weird as it is awesome.” Dash spoke from behind the alicorn, her touch having yet to leave or even slow. Twilight felt the mare lean down beside her head before she spoke again. When she did, it was in the sweet-tantalizing voice. “Wonder what will happen when I do… this!”

Twilight had no time to prepare.

Dash’s hoof pulled back the half-a-hoof necessary to rub itself over her sensitive entrance. A high moan pushed itself past Twilight’s lips before she felt her throat clamp up. Her forehooves pushed at the ground uselessly, attempting to gain any kind of support for herself, but none was to be had.

Instead, she was at the mercy of Dash’s whimsical playing, teasing, and occasional prodding. Her wings flapped without her command as her struggling legs eventually fell into the pink liquid of a nearby river. The warmness of the liquid did nothing to help Twilight’s now emanating heat.

“Just as easy in your dreams as it is on the library floor,” Dash teased again by her ear, giving it another lick for control’s sake. Twilight found herself leaning into the touch, anything to break the wall that was building itself within her. “Now’s probably a good time to ask again, huh?” The mare leaned in closer to Twilight’s ears, so close that even her shallow breaths played with the sensitive folds.

“What were you working on today?” The words didn’t do much to permeate Twilight’s pleasure-addicted mind. Dash stopping her ministrations, however, was more than enough to earn a whine from the alicorn.

Twilight bit her lip in hopes that it would keep her seemingly uncontrollable voice in check, but her legs took up the slack. Her rear legs swayed left and right, attempting to mount herself back on Dash’s hoof, but it was no where to be found.

Even through a bit lip, Twilight’s protesting whimper was audible.

“Sorry, ‘princess’,” Dash spoke with that same teasing voice. Never before did Twilight regret teaching a pony new tricks more. “But I’m not finishing this until you spill the beans.” She leaned down close to the alicorn again, snickering under her breath as she did so.

“Then I’ll let you spill everything over the floor.”

Twilight’s throat began to swell with a barely restrained cry, the urge to beg Dash to finish what she had so magnificently started rising with her approach towards orgasm. Her silent pleas were reflected in the land around her.

Trees began to bloom between the twists and turns of the pink riverbanks. Twisted trunks entwined with one another, ending with great pillow-like leaves. The leaves were a luscious red, and shaped in the epitome of symbols of love. Hearts.

As if the blooming of floral life was not enough, clouds began to form above them as well, shaped as anything but the clouds she was used to in the home of Ponyville. They were made like beds, flattened on top with frames that were made to rock.

“Whoa, thinking of something naughty again, egghead?” Dash commented from beside her, giving her ear another tease for good measure. Twilight was already on her knees. If she could have spoken properly, she would beg.

“If you can just tell me what you were working on, I’ll finish you off. Does that sound good to you?” It sounded heavenly to the alicorn, but without the ability to speak due to her betraying body, it was just a toy being tantalizingly held in front of her.

And to think, she came here looking for Luna and a bit of knowledge. Instead she found herself at the hoof’s end of Dash’s mercy. Such is the way of being in a relationship with the most determined pegasus in all of Equestria.

“-oem.” Her lips loosely spoke, unable to clasp together long enough to make the snapping of a ‘p’. Dash was quite clearly more confused than enlightened.

“What?” She questioned. “You were working on your home?” Twilight rubbed her head on the floor, pushing the mess of drool that had collected beneath her further into her fur.

She swallowed hard on a ball in her throat, doing her best to control her shivering body and clearly addled mind. If she wanted release, she had to control herself, even if for just a second.

“Reading a poem.” Twilight finished with a gasp of air, hoping to cool her still heated body.

“A poem, huh?” Dash commented, still keeping her hoof away from Twilight’s wet nethers. “Trying to understand it, I bet. Probably too wrapped up in what my hoof feels like all day to think straight about a poem. Am I right?”

No, the pegasus couldn’t have been further off if she tried. There were a hundred and twenty three reasons Twilight was unable to figure out the poem that bothered her so, but Dash’s attentiveness to her… pleasure was certainly not one of them. Not during the day, at least.

But the truth mattered little when what she needed was so close.

“Y-Yes…” her lips shivered as she spoke, hoping that the prismatic mare would finally help her out. Her begging was not unrewarded.

“Alright, fair is fair.”

Dash’s hoof dug back into Twilight.

The alicorn froze as her rear legs extended to their fullest, pushing her rear into the air until her tail fell down her back, laying between her completely extended wings. Her breathing was reduced to erotic groans, each push of the pegasus forcing out a higher and higher pitch.

Her vision was taken from her as her eyes rolled backwards, lids spasming with the uncontrollable electrical impulses of her mind. For every twist, tease, and push of Dash’s hoof, Twilight’s mind only wanted one thing. More.

“You’re almost there, egghead,” Dash whispered Twilight’s pet name into her ear, giving the edge of the thin skin a light lick. “Ready to let it out?” The alicorn whimpered in need. It was all the pegasus needed to hear.

For a moment, just a flash of a second, Dash lifted her hoof from the mare. Twilight nearly cried in protest, the wall inside of her ready to give with the force of collapsing mountain. But her needs and fears were alleviated, and then some, when something new pressed against her.

Dash’s tongue.

With all the expertise their months together had provided, the pegasus began to lick and prod the alicorn’s sensitive folds with her long, wet appendage, sucking and licking at the folds of Twilight with all the knowledge Twilight had yet to master herself.

The princess was reduced to joyful whimpers and suppliant mewls for more. Her wings flapped without her control or command, weak words of begging slipping and rolling from her lips, each one accented by another maneuver of the pegasus’s agile tongue.

And again, as with every event that had happened to her thus far, the world around them changed.

The rivers began to rush with Twilight’s pulsating need, the trees turning from saplings to forest giants. The clouds above began to blanket the sky, glowing with the illusion of rainbows falling from the undersides. It was impossible, all of it, but Twilight couldn’t care. Not right now, at least. Not with Dash pushing closer and closer to the ultimate release.

And what a release it was.

With a high cry of pleasure, Twilight felt her entire system give a shockwave of electricity. Her every muscle extended to their fullest length, back arching with the full release from her hot lips and spraying her juices into the waiting muzzle of Rainbow Dash. The mare deftly licked up every drop.

The world around the roared at the release, exploding into a technicolor of shapes and symbols that the alicorn didn’t have the ability currently process.

It was simply heaven, surrounded by the bliss that was the afterglow of Rainbow’s work.

Then, in a slump, Twilight fell under her own weight.

Much slower than how the pressure built, Twilight felt her breathing normalize, her vision return to her as her eyes slowly drifted back into place. Her wings curled at her sides as her forelegs did much the same, tucking themselves under her carriage.

The world around them morphed once more, all being observed by the eyes of the mares. The rivers of pink and lavender hues solidified, coming to halt like the deep freeze of winter. The trees of hearts and cloud beds around them melted and flattened, respectively. They sunk back into the ground, leaving behind not a trace of their existence.

But as the scenery of Twilight’s erotic mind faded, so too did the pillars of her intellectual mind rise.

The columns and pillars of books returned, swooping past the alicorn and pegasus. Like they were pushed from the ground below, the volumes rose into the sky, stretching past the eyesight either mare was capable of holding. They quickly became walls next to one another, blocking the view of the far off and endless horizon with their own seemingly endless height and length.

Then, with a very dull yet audible boom, the changing shapes ceased and stability returned to the dreamscape that was Twilight’s mind. In a sense, at least.

Twilight weakly pushed herself back to her hooves, her form exhausted in spite of the unreal state she was existing within. Her breath was still labored, her body hotter than a smithy’s coal, and her vagina still pulsing from the abuse it had endured.

But she was satisfied, and somehow, that made it a physical impossibility to be mad at Rainbow, no matter how cheekily she was smiling at Twilight.

“Feeling better?” Dash tentatively asked, earning a miffed expression from the alicorn.

She was just forcibly taken into a sexual encounter, albeit by her mare-friend, reduced to a slobbering pony kept on the edge of release, though not without a bit of desire, and forced to speak with a voice she found two octaves higher and two degrees further than submissive, still with a good amount of bliss at the end.

Miffed was the perfect word to describe herself now. Caught between satisfied and perturbed. But she had to admit, this wasn’t anything drastically new for the pegasus. If anything, it was par for the course.

“Yes,” Twilight admitted with a sigh, shaking her head as she did so. “Just… warn me next time you’re going to do that. I would have told you what I was working on anyways.” It earned a good amount of snickering from the pegasus.

“Yeah, I know you would have, but how can I resist turning a princess of Equestria into putty with my hooves?” Twilight rolled her eyes as she gritted her teeth.

“Keep laughing, Dash. Don’t forget that turnabout is fair play.” The words were only spoken as a half threat, and Dash saw through the serious voice to the playful tone underneath.

“Right, yeah, I get it.” The pegasus snorted as she rubbed her snout. “So…” Rainbow spoke, her form settling on the ground as she did so. “How does the first part, er, line go in this poem?” She waved her hoof before tucking it back beneath her chest.

Twilight was at a slight loss at Dash’s behaviour.

“Wait… you want to help me?” Twilight asked curiously. It was not the thought of Dash helping her that was odd. That was actually the very definition of her norm. What was odd was the matter which the pegasus was volunteering to help her with. Rainbow may have been a reader, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed literary analysis. That was just something she didn’t care much for.

“Well yeah, I mean, it’s not like I have anywhere else to go right now.” That made two points in her favor. “Plus, I did sort of get your rocks off.” Three points and a hot blush from the alicorn.

“Alright,” Twilight took a breath before she started. She spoke with as much of a meter as she imagined the poem carried, being sure to say every word with the utmost care.