Dear Diary

Dear diary, today I witnessed something unexpected.

You do know I can be a little over imaginative when it comes to mares being affectionate to each other. Maybe it was because after I resigned from Flight Camp I was sent to an all-mares institute and that type of thing was not uncommon. That led me to having the nasty and not at all appropriate habit of assuming that when two mares are touching each other there´s some hidden motive behind. I had seen how close that green unicorn and the candy maker are and, while I would never admit this to anypony (except to you, my dear diary), I have to confess I had indulged in “personal entertainment” as the teachers at the Celestian Institute for Proper Mares used to call it; while thinking about those two.

My nasty and dirty habit even spread to my close friends,whom I can't help but think doing embarrassing and lecherous deeds behind my back. I remember all those rumors in Flight Camp about Rainbow Dash and that rude Gilda but I never wanted to believe then; that was until I saw how close she is to Pinkie Pie. How they enjoy rolling together in the grass, how they constantly bump into each other. How they´re not afraid of being seen in public holding their nuzzles together. And poor Twilight Sparkle. At first I assumed that her blushing and strange mannerism when around Applejack where just because she was sheltered her entire life, always surrounded by books instead of other mares and was unaccustomed to somepony so spontaneous and outgoing as Applejack. But those looks! Those long gazes directed at her flank! Oh, I can't be mistaken dear diary! There´s something hidding in there, some blooming attraction that poor Twilight is struggling so hard to suppress, afraid that the old-fashioned farmer may freak out!

And then there´s Rarity. Oh my beloved Rarity! How many inappropriate dreams I had with you! How many times I had gaze at your delicate figure, watching the sweat slowly cruising through your body in the steam room. You always ask me if I´m feeling okay, noticing my blushing cheeks (oh, your lovely attention to details!) and I always lie and tell you that I´m perfectly fine when I´m tearing from the inside, wishing nothing more than to devour that soft marshmallow skin, to lick your hard and tempting horn and move my hooves down your belly and bury them....

Oh I´m sorry! I´m terrible sorry dear diary! I went out of track! I´ll get back to the story. Like I was saying, today I saw something unexpected. I was tending my animal friends when I found a ferret that had been bitten by a rather rude snake. After I scolded the snake and had him and the ferret made peace (the poor things had problems shaking paws I must admit...) I realized the poison from the snake was already inside his system. I needed some strong medicine and the only pony who I could think to ask for help was no pony at all.

I like Zecora. i first I was scared of her, like all the other ponies. But once we got to meet her she turned out to be a nice and understanding equine not to mention pretty attractive with those stripes and her nice, round flank...oh not worry diary, I won't do it again! Despite being on friendly terms with Zecora I still fear the everfree Forest. Oh, its such an awful place! So dark and scary and all the animals in there are pretty nasty and simply not friendly! They eat each other for Celestia´s sake! But, my poor friend needed help so I gathered all the courage I could and ventured inside the darkness.

Thankfully, I had Pinkie´s song about ghosts to help me pass through but I think I messed up with the lyrics a bit. I don't remember any mention of “orphan foals”, don't know why I said that line...Anyways, I finally reached Zecora´s hut. Like always, it was a dark and unwelcoming place. All those scary masks and threatening spears at the door. How could such a nice equine live in such a terrible place? I was about to knock on the door when I heard a noise coming from inside the hut. It seemed like somepony was grunting. At first, I backed down and I was almost about to leave entirely when I heard the sound again. It was definitely the voice of a pony, a mare to be more precise and she seemed to be suffering. After a third time, I recognized the sound as Twilight´s voice. She used to visit Zecora at least once a week to gather herbs so it wasn't so strange for her to be there but, why was she making those noises? Maybe she was hurt, maybe she sprain a hoof while coming there and Zecora was bandaging her leg. My curiosity got the best of me and instead of knocking the door I peeked through the window.

Oh Zecora was taking care of Twilight all right, dear diary; but it wasn't a sprain hoof what was aching Twilight. If that was the case there was no need for Zecora´s head to be buried between Twilight´s legs. At first, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought that maybe the angle for the window was making an innocent situation seem dirty. But Twilight had the courtesy to laid down so I could get a full view and confirmed Zecora had her tongue inside Twilight´s “nether regions”. Twilight was clearly enjoying the service, stroking the zebra tomahawk mane with one hoof while biting the other one to restrain from screaming. In her playful rhyming manner of speech, Zecora remind her that nopony was around and that she could indulge on her pleasure as much a she wanted. She was wrong but I didn't dare to correct her. Instead I kept watching as Zecora gently rubbed Twilight most private region with her hooves and the usual quiet and reserved librarian set free some screams that will put Pinkie at shame. The situation was getting more and more intense. I couldn't control my wings, they spread as far as they could. A puddle was forming at my hind legs and I just couldn't resist the urge to indulge into “personal entertainment” right then and there. Luckily, both the unicorn and the zebra were too busy to notice me.

After a while, Zecora decided she needed some attention as well and moved on top of Twilight, her head remaining on the same position while her flank fell on top of the unicorn face. I was surprised by the contrast between her dark and grey coat and the soft pinkness of her intimacy. Twilight proved my suspicions right being an eager and enthusiastic lover. She MUST had some experience back there in Canterlot. Maybe she was enrolled into a similar all-mares institute for unicorns back then. She seemed to know the same tricks I do, the required intensity, the proper care and attention. I was so jealous of Zecora at that moment. I realized a hidden desire for the lavender pony that I never paid attention to but I can assure you diary; I will from now on.

Finally, both mares climaxed at the same time and their loud exclamation of satisfaction covered my own. I quickly fled to hide at a nearby tree. I couldn't just go away because my friend still needed the medicine but I couldn't just break in so suddenly, they could suspect I witnessed the whole affair. And they would be right. So after some minutes of hiding, I gently knocked at the door. Zecora greeted me like usual, a bit surprised I dared to venture into the dark forest. Twilight was also very kind and polite with me, like usual. Neither mare acted different than usual, it was like what happened just a minute ago had merely been an illusion I fell through. Maybe I stumped into some poison joke on the way there. But no dairy, it was all very real. Small little details, the kind that Rarity had taught me to notice, betrayed their lie. Like Zecora slight messy mane or the short glances Twilight gave her friend while she prepared her potion and of course, the unmistakable smell of recent mating. I know that smell very well, either form my animal friends or from my own experiences back in a small wooden office where an alicorn teacher taught me that I didn't need any wings to fly.

So, that´s my story dear diary. I saw something unexpected and most likely forbidden but I don't regret it at all. I will talk to Twilight eventually. I don't want to spoil her fun with Zecora but I surely will love to share some of it. I hope she is not romantically involved with the zebra and it all falls into the physical plane. Oh I would hate to disrupt a romance! But I cannot help but think about that purple star covered flank, now knowing that her barn door swings that way, if I´m allowed to borrow an expression from Applejack´s book.

I think tonight I will put myself to sleep remembering that dream I saw on the Everfree Forest.