"Hey!"

Twilight Sparkle yells it out towards the parking lot. She thought she yelled it, anyway - Rainbow Dash doesn't even stop, her back still turned as she walks away.

"Hey!" she yells again, louder. This time the older girl stops and turns around, blinking in surprise.

"Hey?" Rainbow Dash says. She's stopped right under a streetlamp, alone in a spotlight in the dark, mostly-empty parking lot.

Twilight walks up to her, crunching her way through the dead leaves drifting up against the curb. She looks around as she does so - there aren't any other people around. No, scratch that, there's a guy walking out to his car. Far enough away.

"What's up?" Rainbow Dash says as soon as Twilight is close.

How can she be so... casual? After what we just did?

Twilight scrunches her nose up, just on the edge of glaring. Rainbow Dash is standing, just standing there, her usual cool self, her torn-up gym bag swinging lazily from one shoulder. A few seconds pass before Twilight realizes she's forgotten to actually say anything.

"What's up, egghead?" Rainbow Dash says impatiently.

"My name is Twilight."

"I know," Dash says matter-of-factly.

"Where do you think you're going?" Twilight blurts out.

"Huh?" Rainbow Dash blinks a few more times. "Back to my room. Why?"

"You're just going to leave?" Twilight asks, now full-on glaring.

Rainbow Dash's face slides out of haughty jock coolness for a second. "Well... yeah?" she says cautiously.

"You're unbelievable!" Twilight huffily crosses her arms, sticking her nose up in the air. "How could you just leave after what you did?"

"What I did?" Rainbow Dash cocks an eyebrow, and then a shadow of panicked doubt crosses her face. "Whoa, you didn't, like... you're not freaked out, or anything, right?"

"No!" Twilight says, not sure if she's pretending to be offended.

But I'm angry?

She's not, really. Whatever fire was inside her flickers out in a gust of embarrassment as she realizes exactly what she wants. She grips the straps of her backpack tightly, looking down like a scolded child.

"So what's up?" Rainbow Dash says.

"Um..." Twilight fidgets uncomfortably, staring down at her shoes. She barely glances up. "I liked it," she says quietly.

She hears, rather than sees, Rainbow Dash's cocky grin.

"Heh, yeah," Dash relaxes, lazily swinging her bag around. "Yeah, I liked it, too."

A long, silent moment passes. Not silent, not really - the sound of dying traffic drifts over them, winding down as the night grows older.

Twilight fights the urge to chew her lip, feeling every bit the nerd she is in her stupid mom-jeans and her dorky sweater vest. She dares to glance up at Rainbow Dash, all cool, effortless style. Twilight wonders what the hell she thinks she's even doing here, now, with one of the cool kids.

Stop it stop it this isn't high school just...

"Sooooo...?" Rainbow Dash stops swinging her bag around, letting it hang over one shoulder again.

Twilight glances around. She's never been out here at the front entrance of the gym. She usually goes in the back entrance, away from the parking lot.

God, is she gonna make me beg?

"Are you... busy, or... doing anything... now?" Twilight asks.

Rainbow Dash cocks one awful eyebrow, then nods knowingly. A grin slowly grows on her face, her small, even teeth gradually coming into view.

"You wanna come back to my place," Rainbow Dash says.

"Sure." Twilight stands up straight as she says it, pretending with all her might that Rainbow Dash had asked her a question.

"Alright. Let's go."

Twilight lets out a breath she had no idea she was holding. Dash keeps walking the way she was going. Towards the edge of the parking lot. Away from campus.

"So... you live in one of the dorms, right?" Twilight asks, still grasping her backpack straps for comfort.

Rainbow Dash ignores her. She keeps walking, up to...

Motorcycle? No, no no no those are DANGEROUS I have read ALL those statistics...

Twilight cringes at the sight of it - she knows very little about the vehicles, couldn't begin to tell you what make or model it is. It looks to her like some kind of dirt bike, almost as beaten and worn down as the gym bag Rainbow Dash is strapping tight over her shoulder.

"Well?" Rainbow Dash looks back at her. "What, are you gonna meet me there?"

Twilight slowly walks up to the donor-cycle - she imagines herself making a loud gulp, just like in cartoons.

"Here." Rainbow Dash hands her a helmet. It's heavier than Twilight expected, sky blue with yellow lightning bolts running up the sides. She puts it on, slowly, solemnly dressing up for her own funeral. It crushes her hair in funny ways, suffocating her with the sour smell of old sweat.

Dash is already straddling the bike, and it shudders to life under her. Twilight had been expecting a primal roar, like a gang of choppers cruising by. What she hears instead is high-pitched, flighty, and just a little sickly, turning over with an uneven rhythm.

"Come on, girl!" Dash kicks at the bike's side a few times, producing no effect whatsoever. She turns to Twilight, her prismatic ponytail whipping around as she nods towards the empty bit of seat behind her.

Only one helmet?

Twilight climbs aboard, gingerly resting her hands on Rainbow's hips. Delightful, naughty vibrations jitter into from the engine straight up her thighs. She instantly, if grudgingly, sees at least one good reason to ride a motorcycle.

Her thighs clench instinctively, and her fingers follow suit, digging into the smooth fake fabric of Dash's track jacket. Twilight rolls her eyes.

Do NOT cling to her like this is some kind of movie, just sit.

"Ready?" Dash glances back at her, revving the bike a few times.

Twilight nods.

And then the bike takes off at approximately the speed of sound.

Twilight's heart skips a few dozen feet into the air, and she instantly wraps her arms tight around her driver. It had felt, really felt, like she was going to go flying off the back of the bike. She clings desperately to Rainbow Dash, crushing her gym bag between them. Her backpack pulls at her, treacherously threatening to fling her off to a grisly death.

Rainbow Dash swoops and practically dives, tearing out of the parking lot and onto the road with barely a pause to change gears. She drives like a maniac, her long hair trailing out behind her, blinding Twilight with color. The bike banks around every corner, jumps over every tiny bump and dip, flies along at millions and millions of miles per second.

Rainbow Dash says something over her shoulder. Between the wind and the helmet, Twilight has no idea what it was.

"Lean with me!" Rainbow Dash says again.

"WHAT?" Twilight screams.

"On the corners! Lean!"

"WHAT?"

Rainbow Dash shakes her head and thankfully turns her eyes back to the road. Twilight buries her helmet-encased head against Rainbow Dash, shamefully closing her eyes. She leans with her, alright, leans like a plank of wood duct-taped to a slinky.

And then, thankfully, the bike starts slowing down.

Twilight creaks her eyes open. They're in another parking lot, smooth, fresh pavement and bright white lines. She vaguely recognizes it from her tour months ago - one of the new dorms up on the hill.

The bike coasts up against a curb and stops.

Twilight frowns, impatiently tugging the helmet off her head and awkwardly climbing off the bike. She knows these dorms, a little. They're barely a few minutes' walk from the gym - taking the road actually requires you to loop around, skirting the edge of all the athletic fields.

"There!" Rainbow Dash dismounts gracefully. "Not so bad, huh?"

Twilight's frown stays. Her thighs and butt are a little numb, tingling, vaguely sore. her heart is still pounding.

That was SO. MUCH. FUN.

She doesn't show a bit of it. She brusquely hands the helmet back.

"No?" Rainbow Dash looks vaguely impressed, somehow. "Alright, no worries. I'll make it up to you," she says with a hungry wink.

That isn't so bad. Twilight feels light, like she's flying off the back of the bike again, giddy anticipation welling in her chest. She starts to follow Rainbow Dash inside.

"Hey, wait," she says instead.

"Huh?" Rainbow Dash stops in her tracks.

"You can't park there."

They both stare at the bike for a full second. Indeed, it's resting on its kickstand in a triangle of white paint at the end of a row of cars, with the words NO PARKING stenciled all over the pavement.

"You're kidding, right?" Rainbow Dash says. "It's a bike, nobody cares."

"It says no parking," Twilight says.

Rainbow Dash stares back at her, waiting for her to laugh and smile, to say, "Just kidding." Twilight stubbornly holds her ground.

Dash raises her eyebrows.

Are you for real?

Twilight raises her own.

It says. No. Parking.

"Okay, okay," Dash says, chuckling, like she's gonna let Twilight have this one. She goes back to the bike and rolls it down the pavement a bit, pushing it like it's far heavier than it looks.

Twilight nods, watching with no small satisfaction. Rainbow Dash's jeans are pretty tight, after all. The fabric curves around her butt in interesting ways as she pushes the bike past Twilight, parking it in a spot meant for a car.

"You better be, like, crazy good once we get naked again," Rainbow Dash says.

Twilight blushes against her will, following Rainbow Dash wordlessly into the dorm. It's so much different from her own - the entrance is bright and clean, the walls full panes of glass. Dash pushes the button for an elevator - an elevator! In a dorm! What mad luxuries!

They wait, both looking around for something other than each other to look at. Muffled music drifts from a common room around the corner, the tinny din of over-loud songs blaring through headphones.

The elevator comes. They get in. Just the two of them.

Twilight takes great interest in the walls, doors, and lights before a searching set of fingers pry their way into the waistband of her jeans.

She gasps loudly. Rainbow Dash isn't even looking, just nonchalantly slipping a pair of fingers under the elastic of Twilight's panties. Like her hand is acting on its own.

"Hey!" Twilight says quietly, her body frozen.

"What are you so worried about?" Rainbow Dash is close to her in an instant, her hot breath tickling against Twilight's neck. Her fingers slide back, playing along the top of Twilight's cheeks. "Nobody's gonna see us."

"I..." Twilight has no idea what she was going to say. Rainbow Dash kisses her neck, straining to get around her backpack. Her fingers hook into Twilight's underwear and pull, yanking the fabric deliciously tight against her crotch.

Twilight closes her eyes and sighs loudly.

DING

The elevator doors open, and Twilight's eyes snap open with them. There are no crowds with cameras - her parents aren't somehow waiting for them. It's just an empty hallway, leading past a lounge that Twilight would be jealous of if she did anything but hide in her room and/or the library.

Rainbow Dash walks out. Twilight breathlessly stands still, feeling every sodden inch of her panties pulled tight around the excited little hill between her legs.

The elevator doors start to close.

She jumps in the way, then follows behind Dash.

Rainbow Dash stops at room 304, giving a cursory knock and opening the door in almost a single motion.

"I'm home!" she says loudly.

Twilight follows her in, and

SMELL oh my - WHAT is THAT?

It smells like a barn. Or a zoo.

It's a small room - still a dorm room, of course. It's oddly familiar, all the furniture the same as every other dorm room. But the first thing Twilight notices is a third person in the room, crouched next to a bed. She barely catches a glimpse of turquoise eyes, hiding behind a long set of light pink bangs.

"Sorry, ‘Shy," Dash says. "I need the room for a bit."

Twilight stands awkwardly, just inside the door, trying not to stare as "Shy" mumbles some silent apologies and grabs a few things. Twilight tries to catch the girl's eye, to apologize or something, to absolutely no avail.

Appropriately named much?

Dash's roommate quickly collects a few books and throws a blanket over her shoulders, making for the door. She halts and turns in place a few times, clearly stuck on some crucial decision.

"Some time tonight?" Rainbow Dash says.

"Sorry! Sorry," Shy squeaks. She crouches down next to her bed again, reaching into... is that a cage?

"Come along now, Angel," the pink-haired girl says.

Twilight sees something small and white and furry cradled in the girl's arms, tucked in along with the books. She shuffles past Twilight, still whispering polite apologies. This time Twilight does catch a bit of her eye - it's unsettling to see someone looking at her with such terror.

And then she's gone, closing the door behind her.

Dash throws her bag to the floor, in among a mess of laundry and paper and shoes. "Here, lemme take that." She ceremoniously takes Twilight's backpack and throws that on the floor, too.

Twilight lets her hands wrestle with each other, then wills them to be still. Rainbow Dash has her back to Twilight, rummaging around on a dresser at the end of the room. One of the beds is raised up, a bunk bed with no bottom, up on stilts. Instead of a mattress underneath, there's a mess of a desk, tucked in a cave.

Twilight immediately ignores this as Dash takes her jacket off, her tanned arms and shoulders standing out against her white tank top. She drops the jacket on the floor, too.

"So... um..." Twilight mutters, her eyes following helplessly as Dash takes her ponytail out, whipping her colorful hair around.

"I thought... maybe... we could..." Twilight wanders with her words, not thinking at all. All she can really think about is watching Dash stretch, watching the ripples of her back muscles through her tank top, the subtle flexing of her ass through her jeans. Rainbow Dash crudely scratches at the side of her butt, like something a guy would do, and even that does nothing but turn Twilight on more.

She turns around and stalks right towards Twilight, grinning, like she's got her cornered.

"I mean... what did you want to...?" Twilight backs away a little as Dash gets nearer.

And then Rainbow Dash kisses her.

It happens so suddenly, like there was nothing in the world before this. Twilight squeaks a little as their lips meet, Rainbow Dash pressing up against her, gently resting her hands on Twilight's hips. Dash slips her tongue in lovingly, far different from before, sliding it in with a polite little twirl around Twilight's lips.

Twilight holds her hands up tentatively, not sure where to put them. She feels herself being pushed, leaned, gently backing up against something behind her. A wardrobe, maybe. Dash stretches the kiss out, slowly, gradually squeezing tighter with her hands, pressing their hips together with a tender need that makes Twilight's arousal from before feel like nothing.

Twilight groans and kisses her back, seamlessly. Her hands venture out on their own and run up the cheap cotton of Dash's tank top, playing up her sides. Rainbow Dash responds by sliding a hand up Twilight's back, under the vest, under the shirt, cold, skinny fingers trailing up the slender curve of her spine.

"Mmm!" Twilight moans into the other girl's mouth, wondering how in the world she never did anything like this until today. She feels Rainbow Dash smile, and then the shorter girl bites her lower lip, chewing it around her grin.

"MmmmMMM!" Twilight's hands grow bold - one shoots up into Dash's lovely hair, the other shoots down to squeeze at the nimble curve of her backside.

Rainbow Dash grunts, standing on tiptoe to explore Twilight's mouth. She slides a hand down to the front of Twilight's waist, fumbling at the button of her jeans.

The kiss continues, still the same kiss but being reborn every second as a new dirty pleasure. Twilight moans and clenches her fingers, dying for Dash to take her pants off, to set her free.

She keeps fumbling. Twilight's pants stay where they are. The kiss breaks.

"...Darn it." Rainbow Dash looks down in frustration.

"Here," Twilight says through heavy breaths. She quickly undoes the button and yanks the zipper down, opening the front to either side. A bright white triangle of underwear peeks out, twinkling with little purple stars.

Rainbow Dash pulls them right back into a kiss, attacking with her mouth as she slides a strong hand down the open front of Twilight's pants. Twilight moans in relief as her fingers find home, sliding along the damp panties, nestling themselves between the flushed lips of her sex. Only a thin, wet film of cotton stands between them.

"Wow," Rainbow Dash mutters. "Bed."

"Bed?" Twilight says breathlessly.

"Bed."

They break their embrace. Twilight hurriedly climbs to the top of the bunk bed, awkwardly tearing her shoes off as she clambers her way up. She feels and hears the other girl climbing up after her, and Twilight feels trapped for a second there on the narrow mattress. It's strange, being so close to the ceiling like this.

And then Dash pounces on her, pinning Twilight on her back beneath an assault of kissing and groping and nibbling.

"Ah!" Twilight calls out, her thighs clenching together as Dash squeezes at both her breasts, pinching her nipples through her clothes. Twilight forces herself to let go of the sheets and dig her fingers into her lover instead, clawing at her back, bunching the thin material of Dash's tank top up in her fingers.

Dash sits up, almost bumping her head on the ceiling. She yanks at the legs of Twilight's jeans, but they barely move. Twilight lifts her hips, and they come off smoothly - fresh air sends shivers through her thighs and cools the furnace between them. She feels strangely, very, exposed - something about her shirt and vest still being on makes her naked legs feel wrong.

She doesn't have time to dwell on it. Dash tears her socks off and runs her tongue up Twilight's calf, holding her leg up with one hand. Her other hand tears Twilight's underwear down her legs, rolling it up as it slides down her thighs.

Twilight gasps loudly, her mouth moving wordlessly as her heart pounds at the mere thought of what's coming. Rainbow Dash slides back up her legs, one hand running up each side, leaving Twilight's panties stuck around her ankles. She leans down, brushing her lips up the inside of Twilight's thigh, working her hands around to gently cup Twilight's rear, holding her up.

"AH!" Twilight slams her hands back into the sheets, gulping for air - Rainbow Dash is nestling her lips right up between her legs, smiling, breathing hot air right onto Twilight's rapidly blooming flower. Twilight just stares, almost terrified, her pupils tiny pinpricks as Rainbow Dash looks her right in the eye. They look into each other, teetering on the edge of a moment.

And then Twilight feels something wet and firm stab into her.

"Ah! Wait!" she whines instantly, crushing Dash's head between her thighs and scooting back on the bed. It's too much, too fast - her sharp pink eyes, her agile tongue, the tickle of her nose brushing through coarse purple hair, right there on top of her, in her already, making any other pleasure seem non-existent.

"Huh?" Rainbow Dash squirms her way out from between Twilight's legs, grunting. She lowers Twilight's hips, letting them rest back on the mattress.

"Sorry, I..." Twilight trails off, feeling more naked than ever. She covers herself with her hands, not sure why she's doing it.

Rainbow Dash doesn't look surprised for very long. "This is your first time with a girl, huh?" she says.

"This is my first time ever," Twilight says. "I mean... not counting earlier."

"Whoa!" Rainbow Dash looks, of all things, apologetic. "Whoa, really?"

Twilight bites her lip, still panting lightly, aching for the same touch that just spooked her so much. She nods.

"Oh man. Wow." Rainbow Dash chuckles dryly, shaking her head and resting her cheek on one of Twilight's pale, slender legs.

"No, I didn't say anything," Twilight says, just shy of begging for forgiveness.

"Hey, no, I didn't ask."

Twilight feels Rainbow Dash's hand slide up, grasping her own, making her breath hitch as it brushes against her sensitive, needy mound. But that's all it does - Dash just stays there, holding her hand.

Twilight catches her breath. She feels silly now, impatient, wondering why she isn't letting herself be brought to moaning, quivering nothingness already.

"We don't have to..." Rainbow Dash starts to say.

"No! No, I want you to," Twilight squeezes the other girl's hand, hard.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Twilight nods, much more energetically. "I don't know, I got freaked out for a second there." She stares at Rainbow's hand, small and tanned and firm, just grasping her own. "I'm okay now."

Rainbow Dash grins, easily, planting a gentle kiss on Twilight's fingers. "Well let's at least do it right, then."

Twilight has no idea what she means. It doesn't matter. Rainbow Dash shows her.

They peel each other's clothes off, slowly, taking all the time in the world. Rainbow Dash goes first, sliding Twilight's vest over her head. Then she unbuttons her shirt, not bothering with all of them before sliding that over her head, too. Twilight goes along, passive and fawning, moving her arms up and down and up at the slightest push. Dash slides the straps of her bra down her shoulders and drags the dark purple garment down her ribs, leaving it on just under Twilight's modest, round breasts.

Then Rainbow Dash takes her by the wrists, guiding Twilight's hands over a foreign body. She pulls Rainbow's tank top off, and then a troublesome sports bra, and then her ragged jeans, dropping the clothes one by one over the side of the bed, adding to the pile on the floor.

Twilight's hands tremble as they're led down. She barely sees Dash's underwear, will never know what it looked like or remember what it felt like coming off. All she can think about is the feel of Dash's firm legs, carved out of tanned wood, her smoky, half-lidded eyes never leaving Twilight's own.

Rainbow Dash kisses her then, wraps her up in her arms and kisses her, forcing Twilight's eyes shut and her breath to hold. She feels Dash roll to the side, taking Twilight with her, the two of them lying together as equals.

The kiss lingers, fading and rising and rising some more, no groping or grasping to distract them. Just lips moving together, their bodies pressed skin-to-skin. Twilight feels her breasts squished against Rainbow, flattened against the perky, shallow swells of the athlete's chest.

The kiss breaks, and they nuzzle together instantly, breathing into each other's ears. Rainbow guides her hand again, smoothly placing it between her legs. Twilight blushes again - her fingers slide up against warm, smooth lips, freshly-shaved.

She must be a swimmer, then.

The thought comes out of nowhere, and Twilight finds herself with a sudden case of the giggles.

"What?" Rainbow Dash leans back, grinning. "My snatch is funny to you?"

"No, no, I..." Twilight's giggles stop abruptly, cut off completely as Rainbow Dash pushes down on Twilight's hand with her own, forcing a finger to nestle between the giggle-causing lips. Twilight curls her finger instantly, instinctively, teasing it around the entrance, marveling at how wet and tight and hot it feels.

Rainbow Dash grunts, a light, almost-girlish sound. Her hand leaves, making its way around her own chest, lazily massaging her small breasts.

Twilight reaches up with her other hand and drags Rainbow's fingers down, crossing over her busy arm. She clumsily jams that hand back where it should be, small, callused fingers resting against Twilight's virgin folds.

"Like this?" Rainbow asks. They're perfect mirror images of each other, each resting a lovely hand on the other's even lovelier place.

"Yes!" Twilight says, her excitement dripping out of her in so many ways.

Rainbow Dash grins again, granting cocky approval. Then she slips a finger in.

Twilight gasps and does the same, just a half-second later, trying desperately to match her. They pause after the first penetration, holding in each other, just staring into each other's eyes.

Rainbow Dash waggles her eyebrows. "Race you?" she says.

Twilight nods dreamily, not caring at all. Sure, a race, whatever, this can be whatever Rainbow Dash wants as long as she keeps that hot, lithe, naked jock body right here in this bed.

Dash starts stroking right away, hot out of the gate. Twilight vainly rubs her back, crying out an ecstatic moan with each breath. Faintly, somewhere in the back of her head, she tries to force herself to do something with her fingers, something crazy and impressive that she's surely read about somewhere at some point. Something to show this girl that Twilight Sparkle isn't all blushing bookworm. But she can't think.

And that's just fine. She knows she's going to lose.

* * *

Someone knocks on the door.

Twilight instinctively covers herself, shielding her chest with her arms. She feels Rainbow Dash behind her, snuggled up in the athlete's thin, wiry arms.

"Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash asks. She pulls the sheets up, over them, almost up to their necks.

The door opens. The pink-haired girl walks in, staring at the floor. She mutters some things - Twilight's pretty sure she heard forgot something and just one second and so so sorry I'll leave right away. Dash's roommate goes guiltily about her business, putting the small animal back in its cage and then rummaging around her desk.

Twilight feels Dash roll her eyes.

"Jeez, Fluttershy. It's fine," Dash says. She shakes Twilight a little. "Isn't it fine?"

Twilight coyly slides her bra back into place, pulling the straps over her shoulders. She's still naked everywhere else, vulnerable under Dash's thin sheets.

Fluttershy is frozen down there on the floor, clearly panicking. Whatever she's looking for hasn't presented itself for finding, and Twilight can't help but feel sorry for her.

And I thought I was bad...

"Sure," Twilight says. "It's fine. I mean, it's your room, right?"

Fluttershy peeks up at her from under her bangs, really meeting Twilight's eyes for the first time.

"I'm sorry," Twilight adds. "I didn't mean to kick you out like that."

"Hey, I kicked her out!" Rainbow says. "Don't take all the credit."

Twilight jabs her with an elbow, smiling at the grunt it produces. Fluttershy turns her face away instantly, but Twilight could swear she saw the girl start to smile. She watches as Dash's roommate sits down at her desk, hastily unhooking the many cords running out of her computer.

Twilight sees her face clearly now, bathed in the soft glow of her laptop screen. She's ridiculously beautiful, in a very classical, magazine-perfect model kind of way. Her turquoise eyes look huge, reflecting the screen of the computer before she snaps it shut.

She gets up to leave, hugging the laptop to her ample chest.

"Hey, wait!" Dash says. She leans up on one elbow, peering down over Twilight's shoulder. "Come on, ‘Shy. This is Twilight."

Fluttershy freezes, staring up at them. Twilight gives her a subdued little wave.

"Twilight, this is Fluttershy. Me and her go way back," Rainbow Dash says.

Fluttershy looks like she wants to wave, but her hands are full of computer. She squirms nervously instead.

"Aren't you in my Bio class?" Twilight asks.

"...Yes," Fluttershy says.

"Yeah, you always sit way in the ba - Dash!" Twilight jumps in place as she feels a sharp pinch on her ass. She jabs her elbow back again, this time only getting a mean chuckle.

Fluttershy looks completely mortified, caught in the spotlight of awkward. Twilight tries to ignore Rainbow's mischievous hands wandering over her hips and belly, tries to focus on being friendly. Nice, and welcoming. Like she always wishes people had been to her.

"Is that a rabbit?" she asks, nodding towards the cage.

"Mmm-hmm," Fluttershy nods, finally smiling a little.

"Neat," Twilight says, waging a not-so-silent battle of hands under the sheets. "I have a pet back home."

"Oh?" Fluttershy's head snaps up.

"Just an iguana."

"What's its name?" Fluttershy asks instantly.

"Spike."

"Ooooh. Spike," Fluttershy repeats, sounding so amazed that Twilight starts to think she's being made fun of. "My bunny's name is Angel."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Angel," Twilight says, staring at the cage. She can't even see an animal inside it.

"Angel's kind of her boyfriend," Rainbow Dash whispers very loudly.

Twilight rolls her eyes. Fluttershy pouts, back to hiding under her hair.

"It was nice to meet you Twilight goodnight," Fluttershy mutters, the words tumbling out as she leaves the room. Twilight can't think of anything to say in the half-second it takes for Fluttershy to escape.

Twilight turns on Rainbow Dash the moment the door closes. "You're terrible!" She playfully punches Dash on the shoulder.

"Man, you don't even know," Dash says. "She's only all embarrassed because she likes to watch."

"What?"

"Probably," Rainbow Dash shrugs. "I mean, heck, I would sleep out in the lounge if she ever brought somebody back. No problem."

Twilight scrunches her nose up, not quite sure what to think about all that. Further analysis is thrown off track by Rainbow Dash groping at her butt again, lightly playing her fingers just under the curve of Twilight's cheek.

Twilight squeaks and snuggles up against Rainbow Dash, resting her hands against Dash's breasts. Dash holds her gladly, and they lie like that, breathing against each other.

"Does she really like to watch?" Twilight asks.

"Naw, I'm just kiddin' around," Dash says.

"Oh." Twilight casts an anxious glance at the door. She pictures the ratty, sagging furniture in the common room back at her dorm, and shudders.

"You staying the night?" Dash asks.

"Huh?" Twilight takes a moment to think, more out of habit than anything else. "Can I? Should I?"

"Yeah, it's cool." Dash throws her own look at the door. "Put something on. I'll go get her."

"You're not gonna feel me up right in front of her like before?" Twilight glares at her.

"What, you didn't like it?" Rainbow's hand gives another gentle pinch at Twilight's soft flesh.

No! No, it did not give me shameful, naughty excitement.

She doesn't say it. She just gives Rainbow Dash her most judgemental of looks.

"Okay, okay, jeez." Rainbow Dash solemnly holds a hand up. "No sexy times while Fluttershy is in the room. Scout's honor."

Twilight gives her a satisfied, smiling peck on the cheek. She gladly watches Rainbow's naked body as the girl climbs down from the bed, joylessly throwing on sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. Rainbow looks around on the floor for a moment.

"I think your panties are still up there," she says.

"Oh." Twilight digs around under the sheets, finding them quickly enough. She slides them on, still hidden under the sheets as Rainbow Dash goes out to retrieve her roommate.