"Got you good, egghead!"

Twilight Sparkle gasps and jumps, feeling her hands dart on their own to to cover her bottom. The sharp crack of the wet towel is long over, but the sting lingers - it hurts, throbbing in one tiny spot on the tender lower curve of her left cheek.

She turns around, self-consciously pulling at the lower hem of her towel, trying to cover herself. Of course, there isn't much extra, and her hands fight a brief battle, one pulling at the top of the towel over her breasts, the other fighting for more coverage down below.

Her attacker is just a few feet away, nonchalantly rummaging around in a locker. She's already wrapped herself up in her weapon, a light blue thing with a rainbow lightning bolt stretching down her side.

Twilight narrows her eyes. She knows Rainbow Dash, of course, has seen her around here and there. They even have a class together, although Twilight can only ever remember groaning whenever the older girl said anything.

She stares and then glares. Rainbow Dash is smiling, not looking over a bit, as if nothing had happened at all.

Who does she think she is?

A stupid, arrogant jock is what she is. Always dozing off and turning in her assignments late.

That's right, I saw. I heard how disrespectful you were to Professor Celestia, you dumb basketball player. Think you're so great with your muscles and your tan and your...

Does she even play basketball? Twilight wonders, trying to remember.

Running? Swimming?

Whatever primitive pastime it is, irrelevant. Twilight's eyes slide up and down the light blue towel, pulled tightly over the other girl's sleek body.

Didn't she seem nice, though? She seemed nice at the...

Irrelevant! Strangely, Twilight gets angry, fanned on by the stinging on her rump. She keeps glaring, watching Rainbow Dash shake her hair out - beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous rainbow hair, still wet from the shower.

Twilight breathes hard, flaring her nostrils. She's had enough, whatever it is, something inside her has been pushed to the breaking point and she can't take anymore.

She glances around. It's just the two of them, alone in the large, steamy locker room. Rainbow Dash is still digging around in a locker, completely oblivious.

Twilight scrunches her nose up, pouting her lips in an angry glare that she would be furious to hear was cute. She whips her towel off, coiling it into a wet whip like she's seen other people do. She snaps it out, amazing herself with her accuracy.

The end of it snaps against Rainbow Dash's tight butt with a loud CRACK that echoes through the gym's locker room. Rainbow Dash jumps in place, yelping girlishly.

"Got you better, jocktard!" Twilight cries in triumph, grinning most unlike herself.

Rainbow Dash rubs at her backside - Twilight can see an angry red spot, blotted on a bit of firm cheek peeking out from the bottom of her towel. The athlete slowly turns to Twilight, still rubbing.

"Ow," she says. "Ow!" she says again, a huge smile growing on her face.

"Uh..." Twilight backs up a step.

Sorry?

She's suddenly very aware of how naked she is, and she holds her towel up as if to hide behind it.

"Heh," Rainbow Dash grins at her, unfurling her towel and shaking it out.

Twilight blushes - her eyes had jumped on their own to the other girl's small, almost flat breasts, catching a glimpse of perky nipples before glancing away in embarrassment.

"So, you wanna play, huh?" Rainbow Dash says, cocking an eyebrow.

"No, I just -"

"Oh, you're gonna get it, nerd." Rainbow Dash holds her towel up, stretching it between her hands and rolling it up tight.

"Wait a second!" Twilight holds her hands out.

"Nope!"

"Aah!" Twilight gives in to baser instincts and runs as the other girl darts forward, whipping her towel against empty air. She runs blindly, clambering over benches and leading Rainbow Dash in a short, silly chase around the locker room.

"Go ahead, run outside!" Rainbow says, laughing. Twilight has cornered herself near the door, there's nowhere to run, and only her towel to hide behind. She shifts her weight back and forth, then fakes towards Rainbow Dash's left.

Dash takes the bait, flailing her towel out as Twilight sprints past her other side.

"Nice moves!" Rainbow Dash yells, still chasing. "Look at that perky little nerd butt go!"

Twilight's run is cut short - there's only so much locker room to run to. She goes to jump over a bench, and her heart stops as her feet slip on the wet tiles. She dances on nothing for a moment, sure that she's about to fall and hurt herself in the stupidest way possible -

But she stops instead, landing in strong, slender arms.

"Whoa there," Rainbow says. "You alright?"

"Uh-huh," Twilight nods, breathing heavily. "Thanks."

Her feet find the ground, and they look at each other as Twilight catches her breath. Catching her breath is what she is doing, most certainly. Certainly not staring at Rainbow Dash's bright pink eyes.

Rainbow Dash grins at her, her teeth bright against the dark tan of her skin. Then, almost quicker than sight, she raises her arm and whips her towel, letting the end of it wrap around and caress both sides of Twilight's pale rear.

"Ow! Hey!" Twilight fumes, unsure what to do at first. Then she raises her arm to return fire...

Rainbow Dash grabs her wrist, smiling the whole time. Twilight grunts and pushes, then pulls - not an inch of give. Dash is a few inches shorter than her, and definitely smaller, but she's strong.

Rainbow Dash raises her other arm, and Twilight copies her, grabbing her wrist with her free hand. Rainbow twists her arm around, escaping easily - it's like trying to hold on to a steely, smooth snake. The blue towel whips through the air and stings again, this time higher up on Twilight's butt, leaving a welt near her lower back.

"Darn it!" Twilight whines. She grapples back and forth with the shorter girl, furiously, wanting nothing more than to hear something give a nice, sharp slap to that toned little ass of hers.

Instead, she slips again, almost falling. Rainbow Dash holds her up, but Twilight slides into a turn, ending up with her back to the athlete. Her arms are still confined, held in front of her by Rainbow Dash's small, dark hands.

"Thanks," Twilight pants out. "Again."

"No problem." Rainbow Dash jerks her arms back, pulling Twilight's shoulders as her wrists are pinned behind her. Twilight feels Rainbow Dash grip both her wrists in one hand, leaving her helpless. She drops the towel, feeling a giddy lightness in her chest as her panting grows heavier.

Twilight darts her eyes around, feeling a bead of sweat down her temple as she waits for the towel to snap up and ravage her defenseless body. She waits, and watches, and waits. Rainbow Dash raises her arm...

There's no towel. Instead, Rainbow Dash slips her arm around Twilight's front, pulling a gasp from Twilight as her hand brushes up her belly. Then she cups Twilight's breast, squeezing a little more than gently.

"R - Rainbow DASH!" Twilight gasps, just a little panicked.

"Shh! Somebody'll hear us!"

Twilight's mouth hangs open, tingling shooting through her chest as Rainbow Dash caresses the soft flesh of her breast. She pulls at her arms, tugging against Dash's grip, but nothing gives.

"What are you...?!" She turns her head, and is instantly silenced by a mouth against her own. Rainbow Dash shoves her tongue against Twilight's immediately, taking no prisoners. Twilight's whole body shakes, melting against her.

My... my first kiss?

No! Nobody's supposed to know that!

Oh my good goodness ohhhhhhhhhhhh...

Twilight moans loudly, her eyes close on their own. She can feel Rainbow Dash standing on her tiptoes, straining to keep their mouths together even as she massages Twilight's breast with a firm hand.

The kiss breaks. Dash immediately goes lower, kissing along Twilight's neck and shoulder. Twilight lets out a deeply embarrassing squeal at how good it feels, feeling those hot, firm lips running along her skin. And her hand, her lovely, strong hand, massaging her breast now, playing her thumb over Twilight's rapidly-hardening nipple.

This is... I don't even really know her!

Twilight grunts as a shiver of pleasure trembles through her chest, sending her eyes rolling back.

This is college! This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?

Twilight forgets to think more as she squirms and moans and squirms some more, feeling her knees bend in against themselves. "Ohhhhh..."

"Quiet! Come on, man." Rainbow Dash gives her breast a strong squeeze, then pinches her nipple.

"Eeee!" Twilight squeals quietly, gritting her teeth. She tugs with her arms again. "Can I...?"

"Oh, yeah. Jeez, sorry." Rainbow Dash releases her hands, sliding her fingers up Twilight's hip instead. Twilight's hands shake and tremble, not sure what to do. Her right shoots out on its own, grabbing onto the top of an open locker door. Her left lays softly over Rainbow's hand, resting at the top of her hip.

Rainbow Dash presses her body against Twilight, gently ramming her hips against Twilight's pale ass. Twilight can feel her firm, sweaty body sliding against her, her nipples hard, hot little rocks jabbing into her.

"Mmmm," Rainbow Dash bites her, gently, right at the spot where neck meets shoulder.

"Mmmm!" Twilight's left hand shoots up to cover her mouth, to quiet herself.

Rainbow Dash switches breasts, pinching and pulling and rubbing at Twilight's other side. It's glorious, perfect, every tiny movement exactly what she's been craving. She starts to moan again but cuts herself off with a gasp.

Dash's other hand slides down, past her hip. It drifts across her lower belly, causing trembling, silent giggles, then pulls another gasp as fingers grasp at the coarse, purple thatch of hair below.

Twilight's knees go weak, her right hand swings the locker door back and forth as she shakes in Dash's arms. Rainbow plays her fingers through the hair, trimmed short more for hygiene than anything else. Nobody but Twilight herself has ever ventured down there.

Twilight pants against her own hand, close to hyperventilating. She stares down at that naughty hand, teasing and tickling its way through the bush between her legs, taking its time. She's dying of thirst, been thirsty for years now, and that hand is a cup of cool, clean water.

"Do it," Twilight mutters against her own fingers.

"What?"

"Go! Go, do it!" Twilight gasps.

"Yeah?" Rainbow Dash pulls at the hair, making every muscle in Twilight's hips clench.

"Oh god yes PLEASE!" Twilight grunts. She feels Dash's smile against her shoulder, that awful, sexy, arrogant grin.

And then Rainbow Dash slides a rough finger inside her.

"OH!" Twilight shoots her hand back, yanking a handful of thin, wiry multi-colored hair. Her other hand clenches on the cold metal of the locker, her knuckles turning white.

Rainbow Dash gives a low chuckle, working her with reckless abandon. She presses deep and hard with her middle finger, sliding easily through Twilight's drenched tunnel.

"AH! Hnnn... ah!" Twilight gasps loudly, pulling at Rainbow Dash's hair, that lovely, lovely hair.

"Jeez, Twilight." Dash gives one last pinch at Twilight's breast, then slides her hand up to cover Twilight's mouth. "Aright, I gotcha. Let's go nuts."

She slips her ring finger in as well, driving it deep into Twilight.

"MMMMM!" Twilight wails, muffled and loving it. She bucks her hips back and forth gently, straining against Rainbow Dash's hand.

"Damn... you are crazy wet!" Rainbow Dash nibbles on Twilight's neck, driving her fingers in and out and in again, picking up speed.

"MMM! MMM!" Twilight's body writhes and jerks, sliding against Rainbow Dash, hot skin gliding together.

Rainbow Dash keeps working her, not even bothering with any gentle caressing anymore, just brutally thrusting with her fingers, curling the tips against the front of Twilight's insides with each stroke.

"MMM! MMM! MmmmmmmmmmMMM!" Twilight's knees give out, falling in Rainbow Dash's arms but being held up again, over and over, her feet slide side to side on the tiles, every move she makes seems to put more pressure on those two fingers sliding in and out of her and it feels so good too good it's too much and then -

She gasps and shakes and chokes, shaking against Dash's arms, straining at them as she comes. She feels herself clench against those fingers, those lovely, agile fingers, squeezing and pulling at them and clamping around them.

"Okay, okay. I gotcha." Rainbow Dash holds her up, finally leaving her fingers still. She waits for Twilight's quivering to ease off a bit, then slides her fingers out, wiping them off in the thin, curly hairs just above.

Twilight leans back into Rainbow Dash, letting her arms fall limp. Her loud, gasping breaths slow down, her eyes slowly come back into focus, staring up at the grimey fluorescent lights above.

"Aright, alright. Here you go," Rainbow Dash whispers, sinking her weight down. She gingerly sets Twilight down on a bench, holding her up by the shoulders.

Twilight sits, still lost in a haze. She groggily looks up into those pink eyes.

"Not bad, egghead," Rainbow Dash says. She leans down, resting a hand on Twilight's pale knee, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Kinda quick, though. Been a while?"

"Unh," Twilight nods and grunts, not quite living in reality yet.

"Yeah, I thought so. But, you know... kinda what happens when you roll with me." She walks back to her locker, taking her towel with her. Twilight watches, her eyes lazily following that prism of hair, then falling down to her pert little ass and toned, slender legs.

She watches as Rainbow gets dressed, just sitting there naked, still feeling warm waves of bliss roll all through her body. Strangely, her toes are tingling, and she curls them against the warm tiles, feeling the tingles intensify.

Rainbow Dash zips up a light blue track jacket and hefts a battered old gym bag, tossing her hair out over her back. "You probably wanna shower off again," she says, barely looking over. She pulls her hair back into a clumsy ponytail as she walks over, and gives Twilight a teasing little peck on the forehead.

"...thanks?" Twilight mutters.

"Thank you," Dash says. "I'll see you around."

And then she leaves. She just walks out, giving one last saucy glance back. Twilight sits, still naked, her damp towel bunched up on the floor. She stares at nothing for a long minute, pressing her fingertips into her own thighs, her own pale, lonely thighs, just sitting there. She purses her lips and lets out a deep breath, blowing quietly.

She flexes her fingers, stretching them out. It's different - she feels warm, relaxed, alive. She never in a thousand years ever imagined her first time would be anything so sordid, so strange, so naughty, so...

Completely AMAZING.

She takes another deep breath, savoring it. The bench feels cold against her butt now, and she shivers, half in pleasure and half in - whatever it could be. Something. She remembers to try and remember, to memorize every detail, to store it away for all the lonely nights she's used to when she -

Wait... wait! Wait a minute!

She jumps up, scrambling to put her clothes on.

Walked away. Walked away?! Who does she think she is?!

She hasn't had enough, whatever it is, something inside her is pushing for more, and she can't stand to not go after it.

I'm gonna get you, you beautiful dumb jocktard.

She rushes out, her clothes barely together, her hair a tousled mess. She forgets her towel there on the floor.