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Entry 3: (Spring 2nd, 1010PNM) Cunnilingus, Romance, Tribadism, Bondage, Domination

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2nd of Spring, 1010PN

Diary,

I fear I’ve neglected you for some time. I apologize, but life has grown busy. My studies have doubled, and weeks have blurred into an entire season. We wrapped up winter yesterday, and with it a long and tiring season of troubles is passed, far from uneventfully. I’m writing to you once more, about my rather crazy day and the mare who continues to make them crazy. Yes, Rainbow Dash and I are still... seeing each other after all these months. We’ve passed the awkward “what are we?” phase into the accepting phase. We’re now one of your ordinary friends with benefits... who have to see each other daily and nightly... or Twilight’s magic backfires and destroys the town... kind of thing. At least... that’s what I keep thinking, until days like today happen.

It’s quiet for once when I wake up. That’s the first thing I notice. After last night’s winter wrap up celebration, why wouldn’t it be? Celebrations of that order tend to take their toll. The music... the dancing... the drinking... Definitely the drinking. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache. I nuzzle my face into the warm body beside me. Outside my cozy library, all of Ponyville continues to sleep peacefully, its mad dash to bring order out of winter’s chaos completed. In my bed, the two ponies largely responsible for it refuse to crawl out of each other’s embrace. I bury my head further into her chest, and she sighs and wraps her legs around mine. Her hoof creeps up gently between my legs, and I give an appreciative sigh.

We’ve been going on like this for months. Ever since our first week, I’ve found that she’s a drug I can’t do without. Just the prospect has scared me enough to avoid thinking too deeply about it. I need an orgasm in the morning, and a regular one just won’t do. It has to be her touch. The fire in my mind is brutal otherwise, it aches to try to access magic without it. Every attempt is almost a disaster, my thoughts are too scrambled and my concentration too scattered. By the end of the day all the stress has to be melted away again in her careful hooves. She doesn’t seem to mind, and the nights we aren’t feeling up to it make us pay for it doubly the next day.

The hoof sliding gently between my legs right now is a eagerly received apology. I dimly remember our stumbling into bed last night. No magic on the day of winter wrap up, and that had been our saving grace. We’d both been late getting up, and had no time to mess around in the morning. No time to purge my system of the fire that’s built up in it every night since the first time she touched me. By the time we collapsed drunk and tired into bed last night, we’d forgotten every ounce of our hormones. The intense heat coming off my privates tells us both that a full day without release is unacceptable. Sleep is clearing from my head in a record time. I can tell she’s still waking when I mount her. Her reply is far too sluggish, and she gasps as I sit roughly on her chest.

“Rainbow...”

My voice feels strained. I can’t believe how sickly sweet I can make it sound when I want to.

“Rainbow Daaaash...”

“Nnnhhh?”

“Rainbow dear, there’s something I need...”

She smiles, halfway in some strange dream still. I wonder what she thinks I’m asking for as she smacks her lips. I’m pretty sure it isn’t what she gets as I lower my face to hers and press our lips together with a force I didn’t know I had. My stiff mattress groans and creaks at the sudden shifting of weight.

It takes a minute for her eyes to open again. Her lips are working automatically, and it’s still no guarantee she’s totally awake. I consider summoning water onto her, but dismiss the notion. In this state, it’s far more likely I’ll summon fire. I need her hooves to take that fire out of me before I can start my day. I guide her hooves to my haunches, testing to see how awake she is. I’m rewarded with a squeeze. I break our kiss and make eye contact.

“Morning sleepy-wings. Hungover?”

“Nah. You?”

“Do I look like it?”

She grins at the reply.

“The way you wake up every morning, I wouldn’t be able to tell until our third turn in the sheets.”

I guide her hooves up to my chest and let her knead my aching body.

“It’s... it’s not that bad.”

“Twilight?”

I have to gasp as she grins and rubs a line down my stomach to my haunches again.

“Y-yes Rainbow?”

“It’s always that bad.”

I groan and rub my soaking marehood encouragingly on her pelvis. Won’t she shut up and start touching me? I decide to threaten her as playfully as possible.

“Don’t make fun... It’s not too early to summon the straps.”

A look of fear crosses her face. A little over two months ago I summoned them to have my way with her after my first magic crash. I’ve been threatening her with them ever since. A few times she’s tangled herself up in the sheets and begged to be let go, and I’ve taken the opportunity to tease her before helping her up. Honestly, I think she’d get off on it. Stranger things affect ponies, and to a free flying spirit like Dash, straps might be the ultimate torture and pleasure. I muse at the chance of someday testing my hypothesis.

We’re snapped from our play games by a knock on the door. I groan into the pillow. There’s just no way. No freaking way. Not this early. Not the morning after winter wrap up. Not before I can drive this sky blue mare’s face into my crotch and let her screw my horn off.

The knock comes again. I can’t answer the door like this. I shake my head as Dash’s eyes meet mine, and I start gently rubbing myself on her again.

“Twilight.”

“No, Dash. Please...”

“Twi-”

“Not now!”

“Please, I’ll answer it for you. Don’t leave ponies hanging.”

“Not now.”

I’m on the verge of tears. I desperately need this. It’s like a sickness. She heaves me off of her. I lie where she’s left me as she takes to her wings.

“It’ll only be a second. Ponies need you, Twilight.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. The hormones are fading as the mood is ruined. I get to my hooves and push her back onto my bed.

“I-”

“Save it, Rainbow. You’re gonna get it when I get back.”

I try to make it threatening, but I’m just... too tired. Too distracted. The pony who’s going to get it isn’t in my bed, the pony who’s going to get it is on the other side of the door.

The shock that it isn’t a pony might be what saves him from my anger. Everything melts to confusion as I have to look up at him. Rarity’s husband, here this early? I invite him in, and he nods and ducks under my door frame. He takes a seat on one of my chairs, and I catch Dash creeping down the stairs while he’s not looking and wave her back up. I’m not sure he’d bother asking questions, but I’m not risking it. She nods and flutters back up to my room. I don’t get back to her for a half an hour, and when I do, I’m in a hurry to explain myself and leave again.

Dash rises from the bed as soon as I get into the room. She can tell from my pace that something’s wrong.

“Twilight, what’s-”

“Rarity. Got home last night and fainted.”

“What? How? Why?”

“He’s not sure. He thinks she’s not eating as much as she should be. He’s worried she’s not eating at all.”

“Huh?”

“I need to go talk to her.”

“I’ll say! Winter wrap up isn’t something you do on an empty stomach! She knows better!”

Dash’s indignation matches my own. Of all the stupid, prideful-

I calm myself. She might have a good reason for not eating while she’s carrying a growing foal. Something that doesn’t have to do with not fitting into dresses and saddles. Something that actually makes sense.
“I wanna go too!”
I briefly consider. Dash and Rarity... My pulse quickens. I realize I don’t want them in the same room anymore.

I frown and lean in to kiss her, covering up my feelings with a kiss. I slip in some tongue for good measure. When I break, she’s red faced and her hooves have strayed to squeezing my haunches.

“You stay here and think of the best way to please this.”

I motion a hoof to my quickly warming nethers. Just being in the same room as her is...

“I’m gonna need it when I get back.”

Her voice catches me as I make my way down the stairs.

“You’re not the only one!”

By the time I make it to the apartment complex they’re sharing, the sun is starting to peak above the rooftops. It’s somewhere around 9:30, if I had to guess. I wonder if she’s even awake. I make a note to develop some sort of sign language with her under-expressive partner, since he’s not said a word since we left. I get the sinking feeling he’ll have hell to do with the conversation that’s about to happen. I pity the ponies who live nearby, I’m sure they’re not used to the raised voices that are sure to be employed in the next hour.

I think back to Rainbow Dash lying in my bed one last time before I step over the threshold to their small one bedroom apartment. An hour? It might as well be a year.

Rarity’s sipping tea quietly in the living room when we walk in. Her eyes narrow as I come in.

“Twilight? I-I hadn’t expected company. I’m not fit to be... why I haven’t showered or... And this place is such a mess... You!”

Her eyes snap over to him. He leans against the wall and folds his arms. Good defensive posture. That won’t escalate things at all.

“I... I’m sorry Twilight. I wish I knew we were having a guest so suddenly or I’d have at least made tea. What brings you here?”

I take a deep breath. Why do I have to be the one to be here? Responsible pony, that’s me. Everypony always compliments my persuasive speaking. I’d hate to tell them how much of it’s just me winging it.

“Rarity... this is an intervention.”

“An... I’m sorry?”

“Two months ago you asked me to be your midwife, and to help look after you and your
foal. That’s why I’m here.”

Her voice is deadpan. She’s honestly confused.

“I... Twilight dear, I’m honestly confused.”

“How long have you been avoiding meals?”

I try not to swallow noticeably. My mouth has dried out quickly, and with the bomb of a topic dropped, the shockwaves have tensed up the entire room in seven short words. She avoids my eyes, her face suddenly a ruby red.

“I’m not... I’m not eating any less than I usually do.”

“That’s even more worrying then.”

“I beg your pardon!”

I sigh and recline in the chair, forcing myself to look her in the eyes. She won’t look at me if she can help it, but I have to make this work. I adopt a less aggressive tone.

“Rarity... Please. You have a growing foal inside of you. You need to take good care of
your body.”

She turns up her nose, cheeks still crimson.

“Keeping off excess weight is taking good care of it, the last time I checked!”

I realize this will be a harder argument than I’d thought.

“Rarity... pregnancy is hard for a pony who’s lived her whole life being a skinny, proper lady. Skipping a meal here and there to fit into a saddle has probably never been uncommon for you... but I’m telling you, for your foal’s sake, it needs to be nonexistent now.”

Her eyes narrow.

“I’m insulted. I admit it. I can’t believe you two would accuse me of being so... so reckless. I am eating properly!”

I look to her silent spouse for help. I can’t fight this part of the battle. I have no idea what gets eaten or doesn’t get eaten in this house. The burden of proof lies on him. For the first time, I imagine that I might be on the wrong side of a very stupid argument, and that he might be sorely mistaken, and I might be badly embarrassed. I’m thankful when he doesn’t disappoint me, when he recounts how many boxes of food there are in the house, and how many there have been for months. He’s kept a careful eye on her food intake, or lack thereof. I mentally berate the idiot for not making this an issue sooner. If he’s known about it for months, he should have said something months ago, not waited for her to faint.

“I- This is your fault!”

He gets up from the wall. The shouting begins. His fault? It’s his fault for always praising her toned muscular flanks. It’s her fault for being so shallow. Shallowness begets shallowness. What does that even mean? The shouting goes on until I dip into my will to be heard above them. Just the small exercise in magic is like pushing down a scalding wall of stone. When I reach the cold ocean beyond it I’m counting the seconds until I can be in Rainbow Dash’s bed again.

“Both of you can it!”

Two pairs of eyes rest on me. They raise up as if to shout at me to stay out of it, but I’m still riding the frigid sea of my will. I drink the light out of the apartment and they cringe as I straighten my neck. The rising sun’s rays stop climbing over the windowsill, and the room is quickly plunged into darkness. I’m tired of this argument, and I’m tired of the neighbors likely hearing every loud word. When it finally comes out, my voice is grating and tired, but it echos into the quiet black.

“I didn’t come here to listen to you argue. Your marriage is none of my business. Your foal is only my business because you made it my business, but you did make it that. Rarity, your reasons are irrelevant, what you’re doing is stupid and dangerous. I don’t care about your domestic disputes, but I’m sure you can both see what the other’s saying if you take a minute and think on it. I’m not trying to divide you or drive you to arguing here.”

My will continues to flow through me as I look at the two of them. He puts a hand on her hoof, and she leans into him. They’re honestly afraid of me. I look at Rarity with distaste. Always in the way. Always so vain. The heat begins to creep into my will. What is it Rainbow Dash sees in her? She’s a stupid vain pony, and she’s...

Shaking. Ever so slightly. She’s scared, and not just of me. Of being a mother, of being a bad wife... Two months ago I’d confided in Dash that I was jealous of how happy they were. I’d been so frustrated with how perfect their married lives were, and yet... Here they were, fighting and scared after only a hoof full of weeks.

I sigh, and the light floods back into the room.

“I’m... Just trying to be a good friend.”

They visibly relax. I glance between the two of them.

“I’m sorry. I just want what’s best for you both. I don’t think either of you is as vain as you’re believing the other to be. Please, Rarity. You have to eat, and you need to raise your body fat. I know you don’t like it, but give it time. You need to come to terms with the fact that pregnancy is going to change your body’s shape, but if anyone can wear weight beautifully, I’m sure it’s you.”

A smile illuminates her face.

“Twilight... that’s... that’s so sweet of you.”

“As for you-”

I cut back to him. He cringes after my magical display. Somehow, part of me still feels like this is his fault.

“Keep an eye on her. Feed her yourself if you have to. Make it enjoyable for both of you. Don’t wait two months to tell me something’s wrong again. Any longer and you might have been out of months to wait.”

Both of their faces drop from smiling to serious in an instant. Good. I need them to understand it won’t always be ok. Still, with that last pinch of fear, my job is done. I’m tired again, and the post-conflict shakiness has found its way into my limbs. I manage to meet her eyes once more with a forced smile.

“I’ll... take that cup of tea now, Rarity.”

As I’m walking home alone, I start to wonder why I was so hard on them. I’ve never used my magic to intimidate a friend before. Why did I suddenly hate Rarity so much? I realize that their being in the same room is why I drank so heavily last night. Somewhere in me, a possessive edge has started to form. Jealousy? Yes. I don’t want Rainbow Dash to talk to Rarity. All of this started because she admitted to me that she liked our unicorn friend. I can’t have that. You could call me selfish, but I need those hooves on me now.

That need is starting to scare me, I admit. I almost couldn’t cast a projection spell without her. I always imagined needing somepony special would involve a less... dangerous sort of need. Not the sort of need that backfires and burns down an apartment, or splits me limb from limb. Not that I’d been that close today, but it’s been a closer few months than it’s ever been. I break my stride into a quick gallop. Even my first experiments with learning magic weren’t this dangerous. Heaven help me but I need her to touch me right now.

By the time I reach the library I’m out of breath. I click open the door with a practiced sweep of telekinesis that leaves me warm. The warmth has spread to a burning heat by the time I’ve raced up the stairs. I plow into the bed and find it empty. I’m throwing pillows across the room before I can stop myself to ask where she’s gone. That much doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s gone right now.

Stupid Rarity.

Stupid problems.

Every stupid pony getting in the way of what I want.

Always getting in the way.

With the fourth one thrown I’m out of ammunition, and I smack a hoof roughly into the hard mattress. Somewhere in the bundle of all the sheets, I find myself tearing up and sniffling.

Stupid Rainbow Dash... Where’s she gone?

I try to wipe my eyes, but the tears roll down thicker.

Doesn’t she know that I need her now? That I can’t help it? That she’s actually making me jealous now?

I curl up in my bed and wrap the blankets around myself. Consciousness fades as I cry myself to sleep.

My sleep is dreamless and restless. I straddle the border of wakefulness and sleep for what seems like forever. There’s a hissing noise, and I can’t tell if it’s some half-baked dream or something’s crept into my home. It takes an eternity for the implications of the second thought to creep into my mind. Even with the motivation of possibly being robbed by giant snakes, I have to force my eyes open. Clock says it’s been an hour. Hissing’s coming from my bathroom.

I rise to my hooves unsteadily. My head aches suddenly. It takes me a minute to gather that my room’s more of a mess than I left it. Magic’s seeping out of me in my sleep now... the walls are blackened, my sheets are torn. I’ve almost entirely destroyed my bedroom. I can’t bring myself to look at it. Just looking at the aftermath hurts my head even more. My thoughts clear and my vision blurs as I take a step. Hissing must be... the shower?

Anger I can’t explain or account for wells up in me, and I shout in surprise as a trickle of magic leaks out and scorches the floor under my hooves. I race into the bathroom and find a blurry figure in my shower, half covered in suds. I can’t tell if it’s steam or a further trick of my eyes. She gives me that blank caught-in-the-act stare as she halts the washing of her wings. The soap trickles down her body as we exchange stares for what seems like an eternity. We stare until an unquenchable sadness suddenly floods in where anger was. Where are these feelings coming from? When did I turn into such a nut?

I burst into tears as my magic surges with my unchecked feelings again and pops out all the light bulbs in the room. I’m running to her before I know what I’m doing. The mist lifts from my eyes, and I’m caught up in her hooves in seconds. Thoughts of sex, anger at being left, jealousy over Rarity... everything fades even further into the back of my mind as I revel in being held. Just being touched cools my mind. I bury my face into her soaking mane and sob until my chest aches and my lungs are spasming. All the while she strokes my mane and shushes me until I’m at least controlled enough to speak again.

“W-why.”

Great. I have the hiccups. I sob again.

“Deep breath girl. It’s ok. I’m here now.”

I finally manage to blubber out the question that’s been burned into my mind for months.

“Why is this happening to me?!”

I look the reason in the face, and I push her away as she stares at me, confused.

“Why? Why?!”

It’s the only word I can speak as I bury my face in my hooves. I haven’t been this out of control since I was first taken in by the Princess. Back then, She’d cooled my thoughts, calmed my heart and taught me to control everything. “…Her teachings had been words of wisdom that brought control, order, and organization to my life. Now I have none. My emotions own me at the slightest drop of a-”

I realize I’m talking out loud, and don’t know how long ago I started. Dash crawls forward and hugs me again, a mess of soap and dripping blue softness. I notice that we’re in the shower and being soaked for the first time. I bury my face into her chest. I can feel her kissing my horn gently and rocking me back and forth. It’s calming. The feelings that were blowing through my mind are finally replaced by my own fear. I’ve come to need her. It’s not just sex, the sex didn’t make me run home to her. It didn’t make me cry when she was gone. It’s ruining my magic, but it’s not ruining my mood. I need her in my life.

I manage to bring my eyes to hers and kiss her softly. She doesn’t respond at first, but eventually her hooves rub my back. When she breaks my kiss, she leans us both against the shower wall and eases my head onto her chest. Her hoof rubs my foreleg soothingly until the last tears stop.

“You ok now?”

I shake my head, all too conscious of where it’s resting. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ok again.

“You... need a quickie? Something to calm those nerves?”

I find my voice. It’s garbled and scratchy from sobbing and screaming.

“Where’d you go?”

“Had to move the clouds back over the fields.”

That’s a big job for one pony.

“You... did it alone?”

“Well, somepony has to. Nopony else is gonna wake up this early today. Ponyville needs-”

I sit up, and I see it in her eyes. The thread that connects us both. Ponyville needs us. It
refuses to function without us. It’s not an arrogant thought, it’s just true. We’re both so good at what we do, and everypony’s always so surprised that we’re not off winning medals or teaching at universities somewhere... they love that we’re here. They rely on that fact. We’re the best of our class at what we do, hooves down. They’ll never leave us alone for that reason.

I choke back a sob. How long has she stayed in Ponyville knowing the exact same thing I’ve known since I settled down here? How many opportunities has she passed up? My thoughts drift to the letter from the Princess offering a teaching position in Canterlot. How many opportunities will I pass up?

“Rainbow... Could you have been a Wonderbolt?”

“Huh?”

She tilts her head to get a better look at me, but I won’t meet her eyes. She leans back and lets the shower water dance across her face as she fields the totally unexpected.

“Yeah. Yeah, probably.”

I start to cry again for her. For both of us.

“We’ve been trapped here too long. We could have been with somepony special, Rainbow! Somepony who... understands us...”

My thoughts shift to Her, in her palace of marble and gold. Underneath me, Dash stiffens as I sob unexpectedly.

“Hey! Hey hey hey... It’s ok though.”

I finally catch her gaze, and see how widely she’s smiling.

“I think we’ve got ponies here that are way more special than them.”

I sniffle and manage to stifle a laugh. Rainbow will never cast a spell, but she’s the best flier in the world. At the very least, she understands that weight. The weight we’ve both shared for most of our lives, no matter how we’ve hidden it. I look into the eyes that made that sacrifice, that continue to sacrifice everything for the place she calls home. I suddenly feel more coherent than I have in months.

I press my lips to hers, not because I need her... but because I want her. I slide my hooves down her body to her flanks, and she shifts to let me grope her haunches. She grins devilishly at me suddenly, breaking off the brush of our lips.

“Wanting that quickie after all?”

I shake my head and move to kiss her again. She turns her head.

“Twilight? You ok?”

I shake my head again.

“Hey- Hey wait.”

She takes my hooves in hers and rests them on my chest.

“All this... stuff... It’s still what we agreed, isn’t it?”

I shake my head a third time.

“I... I don’t know.”

It’s like word vomit. I don’t even know I’m saying it. I look up at her suddenly, the impact of my words hitting me. I wasn’t supposed to-

She’s looking into my eyes. Not away from me as I’d been expecting, but right at me.

“Ok.”

She kisses me before speaking again.

“We’ll... figure “us” out later. Ok?”

I nod.

Her kisses move lower, and I sigh as she works her tongue into me. It goes on for almost a minute, swirling about and lapping up every drop that the shower’s left on us. Just as I start moaning she comes up for air.

“You want it rough or...”

I manage to squeak out an “I don’t know”. I’m so out of energy right now, so powerless now that I’m in her hooves... Normally I take control of the bedroom. Dash’s search for signals in my conversation are in vain... I have no idea what I want right now. She kisses up my leg and back to my face. I can faintly taste myself on her lips. I’m not sure when that stopped being strange.

“Twilight... you sure you wanna go ahead?”

I reach up and turn off the tap. I tell her I want to lie here with her for a bit.

“Sex...ually?”

I nod. She darts between my legs.

“OK then! You asked for it!”

I can’t help but manage an exhausted chuckle as she bunches up her body with a sudden energy only she possesses. In seconds she’s between my legs with renewed vigor, kneading and caressing my haunches as she buries her tongue into my most intimate of spots. With each hot breath I feel energy flood my body that was absent minutes ago. Normalcy creeps back into our routine as I lose control of my legs, as they kick and buck on their own. One hoof reaches down to snap onto her mane.

“Yeah. That’s my girl. Get good and rough with your Dashie.”

My Dashie... Yeah. She wants our sex to be normal. Something she can deal with. Something less... emotional. I arch my back as she works her tongue over my clit and I shove her roughly deeper into my aching loins. Months of practiced rough sex creep into my routine. I slap her back roughly as she keeps working me over and over. I tug on her mane as I get closer to the edge, and she starts to suckle and lap at my clit with renewed determination. I tug her mane again, telling her to rub me with her hooves while she’s down there. She obliges, and the last bit of stimulation drives me to shove her away. There’s an aching building up in my horn, a magic locked into my body waiting to be released. I have the energy for it now, and I’m scared. She lies on the floor of the shower, the only noise in the room the sound of our panting.

“Gimme- Gimme your legs.”

She opens hers wide and I crawl awkwardly toward her, mashing my marehood against hers. She begins the grinding motion first, and before long the room is filled with our cries of pleasure. Her hoof drops down to her clit almost as soon as mine does, and within seconds we’re wrestling to grind harder against each other. The war ends with me pressed against the shower wall, her far stronger body easily pressing mine into a corner. As soon as I get the wall at my back the true strength of our efforts is revealed in a wave of body rocking pleasure. I can hear the sound of Rainbow’s breathing growing louder and faster, but it’s drowned out quickly by the same noises coming from me. The heat wells up in my body and finally releases in a body rocking, ear splitting orgasm. With a sudden and solitary burst of magic, the glass explodes outward from my shower door and onto the floor. The tiles in the room are ripped from the floor and pile up against the far wall. At the eye of the storm, Rainbow Dash tackles me and wraps me in her wings. As the dust settles, she picks herself up off of me.

“You... you ok Twilight?”

I melt into her body.

“Better than OK... Thank you. Oh yes... Yes... Thank you so much...”

I gasp for air in the afterglow and kiss at her chest over and over with panted thanks.

“Yeah... Your bathroom’s wrecked. Here, hold on tight.”

I barely have time to tense up before her strong wings pull us up and over the floor full of glass and out into my bedroom. When we arrive at the wrecked scene, Dash almost drops me.

“Is uhhhh... Is there any place in the house that hasn’t been wrecked yet?”

My stomach growls suddenly. The realization that I haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch so far hits me.

“Kitchen.”

She thinks for a moment, looking around the wreckage that is my bedroom.

“Yeah. Good. Let’s go there.”

She doesn’t need to carry me down the stairs and into the kitchen, but she does it anyway. When we arrive, she sets me down without any sign of exertion. I slump quickly into a chair, and she slouches into one next to me.

“Your house is... kinda a mess, Twilight.”

I can finally collect my thoughts. It’s like stepping out of a blizzard and into a warm home. My voice is mine again, and I smile at her.

“Yeah. I noticed. At least we’ll have an excuse for you staying the night tonight.”

“Yeah. You gonna be ok if I keep doing that?”

I nod. I feel amazing now.

“Well... how long can we keep it up?”

“I’ll... write a letter to the Princess. Ask her advice.”

It’s a lie, but Rainbow doesn’t need to know it. I’ll figure out my magic later. If I have to, I’ll include a note in the reply to the Princess’ letter regarding professorship position. I mentally kick myself for not having tended to it sooner. I’ll get to it... tomorrow? Eventually?

Across the table Dash settles into her chair, taking on her characteristic relaxed pose. She’s the only pony I know who could look that calm after we’d just blasted my upstairs to pieces. I can’t help but smile at her.

We spend the next hour talking about Rarity, Dash’s work, and eventually make our way up the stairs to my mess of a bedroom on the topic of why she ditched the idea of joining the Wonderbolts. As she speaks, I focus on cleaning up my room.

“Ponyville needs us. It’s like you said. I gotta admit, I get tired of everypony coming in with their needs-this-needs-that junk, but... It’s nice. It’s home.”

I focus on mending the scars in the woodwork. As she talks to me about her experiences with the ponies in Ponyville, I can see why she’s built up such a fierce loyalty to it. She’d never abandon the place.

As she talks, I find my magic much simpler to access. A few steps out of myself and I’m wading into the cool shores of practiced magic with ease. I go about clearing up the room with determination, and we wrap up mending the bathroom tiles and glass around the time my stomach reminds me that neither of us have eaten.

“Y’want me to grab us some take out?”

I smile and kiss her. Take out sounds excellent.

“Back in a flash!”

She climbs into the air and out my window in seconds, and I’m left patching up the shower door. It’s slow going sweeping all the glass together, but once it’s there I dip into my will. It’s still surprisingly simple, and in minutes the door is good as new. I’m almost down the stairs when I’m greeted by a zip of color coming in the front door.

“Got it!”

She unpacks the oriental cuisine carefully, handing me rice, eggrolls, and oriental salad. I settle onto my couch and scoot over just in time for her to land on it, plate in hoof.

“Should we pick up where we left off?”

It’s not an innuendo, surprisingly. We’ve been working our way through a series of fantasy novels for weeks now. Every night we read a few chapters more, and trade off amid snuggles. The fast food isn’t an uncommon factor; it’s the fastest way to unwind after a long day of helping everypony. As I lift the book with a slight flexing of my will and leaf through to where we’d left off, I feel her shift around the couch until she’s sprawled across it, eating as she leans her back against me. Every few paragraphs she cuts in to remind me to eat my food before it gets cold. I risk a few bites before plowing onward in our story. We haven’t had a day off in all the time we’ve been together, and the evening stretches into late night as we trade off chapter to chapter. By the time we’re tired of reading, it’s gotten later than we’d planned to stay up. I break our trade off with a yawn.

“You about tired of book worming it, girl?”

I laugh and hold out the book. She rolls her eyes.

“Another chapter?”

She reaches out to take the book, but I grab her hoof and tug. I’m not expecting her to be
so strong even when she’s not expecting it. My playful plan to pull her onto me and be ravished falls flat as she raises an eyebrow.

“Easy there tiger. You’ve got hooves of iron, eh?”

I can feel myself blushing. Brute strength isn’t my strong suit, she knows that.

“Here. Like this!”

She pulls me onto her and we collapse together with a laugh. The afternoon’s miserable
flood of emotions feels like years ago as she wiggles out from under me and demands that I catch her. The book falls onto the floor as I chase her around the living room and up the stairs to my neatly made bed. I’m grabbed a soon as I come in the door.

“I gotcha! Not gonna get away from-”

I dip into telekinesis and heft her from my back onto my bed with a thump. She struggles
against it, the only true pony in Equestria whose muscles might give me a challenge when I’m at my best. I grunt as I press her into my bed.

“You were missing when I got back today!”

She laughs.

“Sorry!”

“Next time I tell you to stay in my bed, what’re you gonna do?”

She grins as my horn bursts into light. The grin droops as the straps materialize.

“I’ll stay, I’ll stay!”

I try to assess her look, but the fear seems genuine. I’m not sure how to gauge what she
wants and what she doesn’t anymore. I decide to plod forward and let her tell me for herself. The straps fuse easily onto my bed, and in seconds she’s straining and begging to be let go. I realize I need a way to separate the good begging from the bad. I always thought safety words were a joke. I lean in and kiss her nose as she pant between struggles.

“Your princess is going to give you a safety word. You can use it when you want Twilight Sparkle back.”

She bites her lip as I dip a hoof between her forced apart legs.

“Your safety word is Canterlot.”

I’m not sure why I pick it. I don’t give it much thought as I dive into an experiment neither of us have ever run.

“Princess Sparkle wants to know Rainbow...”

She whimpers as I slap her flank.

“I want to know... how many times have you touched yourself this week, thinking about me?”

She squirms in the straps.

“Please... Princess. Please. I don’t... I wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I bet you would.”

I try to ease into my role, but I’m almost scared by how easily it comes to me. I lean in adventurously and bite hard on her shoulder.

“Augh! Four. Four!”

“Only four? I’m insulted. I think somepony’s lying.”

“I... I...”

She strains again and I slap her, trying out the limits of my new power. It’s not a hard slap, but it makes enough noise that I wince.

“Rainbow, are you-”

“DON’T STOP.

Her voice is a feral growl, but it dips into her submissive role quickly.

“I’m a bad pegasus...”

I experimentally swat her flank.

“I’m sorry Princess... I lied! It was... It was four times yesterday... while I was supposed to be working. I don’t know how many times I touched myself this week!”

Something of pride burns in my chest. If she’s telling the truth... it’s just plain hot. Visions of her ducking out of cloud duty to furiously rub herself fill my head. I lick a line up her chest as one of my hooves dips between my legs.

“That’s... a good pegasus.”

“Mnnnhhhhh... Please Princess?”

I lick a line further down and stop right above her lower lips.

“What? Sully the royal tongue with this lowly-”

“Please... just a lick.”

I gently rub a hoof across her.

“This? This is just foul. Look how wet you are already. It’s disgusting.”

She whimpers and I nod.

“Your princess will give you this.”

I bury my tongue into her, the flavor washed away by the control I have over her. She writhes and buckles and begs for more. She begs Princess Sparkle to grab the dildo from under her bed and screw her bad pegasus silly. I lift up my face and smack my lips as I feel her coming close to the edge.

“That’s... all for now.”

She strains again and my horn flares to life, pushing her hard against my mattress.

“Now who’s being a bad pegasus?”

“I’m sorry- Sorry Princess!”

I grin, summoning up the only other dominatrix trope I know from memory.

“Somepony needs a spanking!”

With a tug of magic I pull her free of the straps and flip her over my leg. My hoof slaps her muscular bottom experimentally. She flinches and I slap it again, watching as her firm rump barely gives under my hoof.

“Who was weak physically?”

“Nopony, Princess!”

I spank again.

“You said I was!”

She grimaces and bites her lip, spirit broken. I don’t need magic to hold her still anymore.

“It’s me! I can’t... I’m not a match for you... Princess!”

I swat her haunches again and she moans, hooves flying between her legs and rubbing furiously, driving her to orgasm on my lap.

“Did you just come from-”

“Canterlot... Oh... Ohhhh Canterlot.”

Safe word... Shit. Did I break her already? Was it bad? I ease her onto her back and ask her if she’s alright. She pants, tongue hanging out.

“It’s... It’s too good... I can’t... I need Twilight back now, that’s all...”

I nod and kiss her neck. I’m here for her.

“You’re... you’re really good at that. Way better than anypony I’ve ever been with.”

I bite my lip. She’s been with ponies before who would...?

“Rainbow, if that’s your... turn on, why didn’t you tell me?”

She sits up, panting.

“It’s... It’s not “you”. I didn’t think it was, anyway. You’re so quiet, and nice... and kinda really submissive. Where did you summon up “Princess Sparkle” from, anyways?”

I shake my head, not sure but ready to push the ball back into her court.

“You’re Rainbow Dash! Where did ‘A Bad Pegasus’ come from?”

“I dunno... I’ve always liked it... It’s kinda crazy. Straps are sorta new though. Didn’t know if I’d-”

I can’t help but interrupt, my hypothesis from that morning coming back to mind.

“You love being free so much. It must add to the fear to not be able to move! We should
try tying your wings sometime... There’s so much we can experiment with... Who knew there could be a science to one's bedroom?! This is great!”

She collapses into my chest and kisses it.

“Yeah. Maybe. Sometime... Soon... Wanna get the lights? I’m really... Tired now.”

The struggle has taken the energy out of her, but I’m wound up. I tuck her in and flick off the lights before heading over to the window to look out it. From behind me, I hear her sit up after a minute.

“Twilight, you got anything tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

A few minutes of quiet pass. Usually that means nothing to us, but it is a holiday weekend. I look up at the stars, and I wonder if the loneliness I’ve felt looking at them all my life might be coming to an end. My revelations in the shower today have me thinking that maybe, just maybe-

“Hey Twilight. You wanna...”

There’s quiet for a moment. She’s thinking. If it’s sex, my body is ready.

“You wanna go see a play tomorrow?”

I burst out laughing.

“What?”

“Rainbow Dash... You want to see a play?”

“Well... sure. If it’s with you, sure! I can do high society, who says I can’t?”

Her indignant voice is suddenly very close. I turn to find her flapping behind me quietly, looking past me to the sky.

“We should do something you wanna do. You’ve been having it rough lately. You like plays and stuff, right?”

I nod. Are we going to go on a date? Shouldn’t I be clear about it?

“Rainbow Dash... are you asking me... out?”

She bites her lip and meets my eyes.

“Yeah. If you wanna. If not... I mean... we can always hop back into bed.”

I kiss her gently. It’s a soft touch of lips. Hers are so surprisingly supple. The cascade of her rainbow mane shimmers in the night lights of Ponyville. She looks down slightly at me, waiting for an answer. I rush to give her one, as best I can. We should do this. We can figure out “us” later.

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s go out tomorrow. We can catch a play, and then go through the park for you to stretch afterward.”

I catch her sigh of relief even in the dark, a dance of her breath across my face. I can’t help but smile as I wonder which part she’s relieved by. With one hoof, I lead her back to bed with the naughtiest smile I can muster.

“Of course... we can always hop back into bed anyway...”