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Entry 9: (Autumn 34, 1010 PNM) Romance, Cunniligus, Masturbation, Tribadism, Domination, Toy play, Sexy Foursome, Second Party Lactation, The plot progresses, Stuff happens.

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Dear Diary,

I’ve decided to start writing in you again as Rarity gets closer to the end of her pregnancy, and my decision to remain in ponyville nears. My decision about my professorship is all but made, but my struggle with the will of fire continues in its own way. Ponies around town still fear me, and the mayor refuses to let me prove in any way that my control has returned. The basilisk is still out there, and Rainbow’s solo-pegasus-plan is still in effect. As a result, I lie awake worrying every night until she returns from her flyover. I’ve taken to making her at least stop in and tell me that she’s home safe. Most nights she just knocks on my window and stays with me, climbing into my bed and letting me hold onto her until I can be sure she’s still safe.

On the increasingly rare nights that I fall asleep, I don’t mind when she wakes me to tell me she’s finished and is alright. The few times she’s caught sight of me sleeping through my window and let me slumber on into the morning have been far worse than a few minutes of being awake. Nothing is worse than waking up in the morning with a snap, and realizing that she never came home. I want to help her, to be there with her. I continue to seek ways to control the will of fire entirely, but they elude me as they’ve eluded the keepers before me.

My relationship with Rainbow has begun to smooth out considerably following our recovery. Tonight we managed to clean up a lot of misgivings and misconceptions. I’ve never felt as closely to anypony as I do to her. I hope someday that she can see it, but I want to be patient with her. Where we are right now makes me so happy, and I could go on with it for years, but I’ve learned that there’s more to life than just love. My feelings for her have made my decision of staying in Ponyville easier, but I worry that someday I’ll wake up at night and wonder what could have been, too. I want to take one last trip to Canterlot, to make sure that I’m making the right choice, but I don’t know how to tell Rainbow. There’s so much I want to tell her, and after tonight, there’s so much that I think I can. Let me try to tell you about our experience with Rarity and her husband today, and what it’s done for us as a couple.

The sun is retreating from my face when I wake up from my afternoon nap. On my chest, her face covered only by her rainbow mane, my Dash slumbers. I run a hoof gently through her hair, and she wiggles her body a little and buries her face deeper into my embrace. Around our bodies, uncut grass reaches for the sky, easily taller than either of us. On our remote hillside just outside of ponyville, we’re out of sight and out of mind of most ponies. This is where we’ve taken to spending our afternoons during the early-autumn warmness. When the chilly night finally arrives and the fireflies lead us out of our fescue forest, we hurry home and cuddle up all the closer to share a good book.

Our days aren’t always as relaxed as this one. Sometimes she turns circles in the air for hours while I watch, and sometimes I go up with her in my balloon. Today was a long work day, and by the time she’d finished moving clouds around ponyville she’d been too tired to fly. I stifle a giggle at the thought. Rainbow Dash, too tired to fly? Not likely. The sneaky hoof that cups my bottom even as she sleeps reveals her real reason for wanting a late afternoon cuddling session. I certainly wasn’t too tired for what we finished doing an hour ago, and I can feel a warmness building in my body as I contemplate waking her and doing it again.

In my forelegs, she stirs on her own. The prism of her mane slips aside and reveals those misty cerise pools, and she rubs her eyes until they’ve cleared to their normal crystal clarity. Poets and writers always waste volumes describing eyes. Personally, I find a pony’s eyes much more telling when they’re closed. It’s the only time anypony could guess that the pegasus straddling me and yawning might have a gentle side under that rugged, extroverted exterior... Well, anypony who doesn’t top her in bed, I muse. She rubs her face again and smiles down at me.

“Time?”

I check the sun and guess it to be around four thirty or five.

“Huh. Gotta get... going.”

She smiles, leans in, and kisses me. There’s a lingering taste of all the naughty things we did remaining on her lips, and I hold her head to mine for over a minute, just trying to find new ways to move my lips over hers. When she finally pulls back, she offers me a shrug and a halfhearted smile.

“You knew I was gonna have to get up eventually.”

I roll onto my side and hike up a leg to show her what she’s leaving behind. I push a poutiness into my voice that I’m hopeful will give her second thoughts.

“Mmm...Hmmm... but I don’t want you to go.”

She bites her lip, and I know she’s struggling. I laugh, the simple flex of control sufficient to put me at ease, and move my legs back together.

“No, no. Go on, Rainbow. He’ll be waiting for you. It would be rude not to attend. Just... hurry home, after!”

She nods, but her voice betrays her uncertainty.

“Yeah, I know.”

There’s a pause, and we both say nothing. I ease onto my back again and sigh.

“Twi- I could call it off and just stay here! He’ll understand!”

I rub my chest with my forehooves and put on my best teasing smile, and she flops back down into the grass next to me.

Rainbow’s been looking forward to going out for drinks with Rarity’s husband all week. As she hits the earth next to me, I know I can’t take it away from her. She deserves to have friends besides me. She’s my Dash, and I love the way she staggers home after these nights and pushes me onto my bed. It’s the only time in our lovemaking that she takes any degree of control, and I can submit for her. Most of the time, my submission turns into her ordering me to dominate her. I still haven’t gotten back into the... swing of that, but who can blame me? A month and a half ago I almost killed her with the same power that she wants me to use to top her with now. I can only pray I have more control tonight than I did then.

“You’re not even here anymore, are ya Twi?”

Her guess is right, and I blush.

“Sorry. My mind wanders too easily. It always has.”

She kisses me and runs her hooves down my sides. Those eyes search mine for some sort of clue, and I know she won’t be satisfied just looking.

“You think that’s a big deal to me? I love it about you.”

She settles down on top of me and kisses my neck. Her whispered words travel up the curve of my body to my ears.

“What were you thinking about this time?”

I turn my gaze elsewhere. There’s a ladybug trying to climb a blade of grass next to us. I flex my will as I talk, straightening the stalk with my magic until it climbs up to the tip.

“I was thinking about you.”

Her breath is hot on my chest now.

“Yeah. You. You deserve tonight. Go have your drinks and enjoy yourself, Rainbow. You work hard to keep Ponyville safe, and you take your life in your hooves every night that you do it.”

I lean up and kiss her, my sudden melancholy slipping away as her face is framed by the early autumn twilight.

“Go and do it. Live life!”

She frowns and takes my hoof into hers, moving it up to her chest. I can feel blush flood my cheeks as her heartbeat thunders under my touch. The pace increases, and her face reddens too. She moves it closer to mine, her eyes locked into mine. They’re firm, unwavering, unblinking... Deep.

“I’m not dying, Twi. Every night, I’m coming home to you. I promise.”

I smile and kiss her warm, rosey cheek.

“So come home tonight after your drinks. I’ll be waiting in bed for you just like always.”

She swallows and nods, spreading her wings and letting the wind lift her before she can rethink it. I lean back and sigh. With a blur of colour and a farewell shout, she’s off and streaking into the clouds.

I roll over and climb to my hooves. As soon as she’s out of sight, I check the sky. It’s getting dark already, and there’s nopony around. I dip into my will, and find the wall of heat that always accompanies it. With practice and determination, I slip past it, and into a different world.

My world takes on a darker hue. I’m travelling miles in an instant, compressing the world around me into a blur, until I pop back into wholeness in my Library.

It’s an old trick, but it’s never an easy one. I stumble briefly as my hooves acclimate to walking again. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness in here. The sun is setting on the wrong side of most of my windows, and only the one in my bedroom likely still has light in it. I flick out a match and light a candle or two before making my way to my room. There, the long autumn shadows stretch across my room, leaving only little slivers of golden light on my floor. I love and hate this time of year. The weather is the best it can possibly be, but the early and long nights are the worst. The urge rises to call Dash back with a letter, to keep my loneliness at bay for a few hours more. I push it aside. I’m a grown mare, I shouldn’t be so afraid of being alone in my own home.

I settle into my desk chair and start to thumb through journals and secondhand accounts of ponies long gone. Lovers and family members of previous holders of the element of magic sometimes recount a loved one’s struggle with magic surges long after they reach adulthood. If my theory is correct, and the will of fire is really tied up in holding the element of magic, then the most recent account barring mine would be Celestia’s. Her works litter my desk, and circled passages and scraps of paper with hurried notes are scattered around my floor. Two nights ago I found a reading in “Philosophies of a Princess” that cryptically announced that “True power is akin to a world of flame, both a gift that warms those who receive it reverently, and burns those who use it poorly.” It’s more of her cheesy million-interpretation philosophy at work, but what if it’s more than that?

Now a second theory is growing in my mind, but I dare not think of it. It’s not mentioned anywhere else in recorded writing, but it would make a great deal of sense. I spread sheets of paper out and begin to connect the dots on a theory that I’ve been avoiding for weeks for fear of never sleeping again. Every pony has a talent. My blinking here was my own spell, a talent unrecorded by anypony before me. If nopony before Celestia has documented a struggle with the will of fire, and the element of magic is an innate aptitude for all magic, couldn’t be stand to reason that it only grows stronger as each previous holder relinquishes it? The life and teachings of every magician who has ever wielded it are wrapped up in one ever growing, forever expanding talent. If so, the will of fire is Celestia’s burden and strength, and like all the strengths of previous bearers, will be passed on to every holder following her.

I slam my journal shut with the conclusion that only one pony can put my theory to rest. I’m going to need to make a trip to Canterlot someday, and I’m going to need to find a cure for the ponies who come after me. It will almost certainly be my life’s work. Somehow, having a purpose beyond mending books, farms, and broken picture frames everyday lightens my heart, in spite of the revelation. My research has culminated in a theory that could lead to saving me, and everypony who comes after me. Just as quickly, my heart sinks. Identifying the problem is only half the trouble. I still have no leads on how to really cure the burning assault that every use of magic is accompanied by. That could take a hundred lifetimes to find, if it exists at all.

Now I wish I’d gone with Dash for drinks. She’s stopped asking if I’ll go, but I know she wouldn’t mind if I did. I’d just feel out of place. This is her “Guy’s night out”, where she can try to trade drinks with Ponyville’s resident heavyweight. She insists she’ll outdrink him someday, but I don’t see how. Biology’s on his side; he has the better metabolism, the larger body mass and weight, and higher fat reserves. His stomach is linearly connected to his liver, and he’s built to pass toxins quickly. Any alcohol made to leave pony systems in hours probably leaves his in half the time. Academically speaking, he’ll always thrash my slender, athletic, muscular girlfriend.

The thought of that muscular body leaves me blushing. A hoof creeps between my legs, and I know I won’t get any studying done now that I’ve distracted myself. It’s for the best. This is the only way to relieve the stress of my discoveries. I push away the books I’ve been using, and slouch down into my chair. Will my hooves alone be enough to alleviate the hormones distracting me, or should I go further?

I shoot a glance over to my bed. Under it, books, scrolls, quills, and my ever growing set of toys are cluttered and mingled. As I think on it, I can almost feel my latest present from Rainbow inside me. I bite my lip as I reflect on what a size queen she’s made out of me. I never liked penises before I met her, and I’m convinced I still don’t. It’s not the man, or the penis that’s enticing, it’s what she can do with a piece of rubber that’s shaped to biologically induce pleasure in any mare. This particular one is shaped and sized to fill any mare up and then some.

With my resolve in tatters, I slide off my chair and crawl across the floor. I imagine her telling me I’m just a horny bitch, and my hooves flick over my clit as I admit it outloud to my empty bedroom. As soon as my hooves are wrapped around that enormous rubber shaft, I clamber onto my bed and spread my legs. I can practically hear her voice as I close my eyes and slip into fantasy.

“C’mon Twi. You know better. Don’t make me start on you with something so big, it’s gonna hurt.”

I spread my legs and tell her to shut up and stretch me with it. As I plunge the toy in, I sink my teeth into my pillow and pull back. The pillowcase holds, refusing to give, and I work the toy out until I can relax my mouth again. It leaves my jaw and my pussy sore, but the second time is easier, and by the third time I’ve relaxed considerably. Now I can get down to the enjoyable part, and I pull the ever slickening toy out and slide it back in again.

I can hear my blood pounding in my ears as I pick up speed. My heart rate’s risen, my breath is ragged and the entire bedroom has risen in temperature. It’s muggy now, and it smells of sex and sweat in minutes. I roll onto my stomach to access my privates better and relax my legs, and soon I’ve dribbled a puddle of juices onto the bedsheets. They’re sticky and wet and I take a few fumbling half-steps before I can ease onto my side.

I don’t get to change positions nearly this much when Rainbow is in control. She picks one, and she goes to town until I cum. It’s why she brings me to an orgasm so much faster than I do to myself. I try to savor it, but she says she loves the expression on my face when I cum impossibly quickly. It must be quite a sight. I’ve tried to do it to her before, but the joy of making her squirm and denying her it always overtakes me. She’s far too variable. It can be hours before I let her orgasm sometimes, and other times I can only hold her off for minutes.

My own pacing is almost up, now. My spare hoof creeps around to my clit, and I bury the rubber toy balls-deep into myself with a cry of lust and pleasure. I can only hope nopony walking past overhears me shouting my invisible lover’s name. With a final panting sigh, I collapse onto my side and try to catch my breath. I can still almost hear her voice with each gasp.

“Told ya you should have started smaller. Gonna get loose at this rate.”

“Shut up, Dash. You’re... You’re not real.”

Her voice falters. Damn it sounds so close.

“Huh? Not real?”

I sit up, still panting.

“Just... a figment of my... imagination.

“Twilight, have you been drinking while I was out drinking?”

I look over to where her voice is coming from, and she emerges from a shady corner in my room. I practically fall off my bed. Am I hallucinating? Dreaming? Her face breaks into a huge smile, and she almost falls over as she wobbles and staggers over to my bed.

“You should see your face!”

I blink and rub my eyes.

“You’re- You were out drinking!”

“Sh’yeah, I came back fifteen minutes ago!”

I check my clock. I’m not crazy, it has only been an hour since she left to go drinking. Normally she’s gone until nine or ten. She can’t possibly be drunk already.

The way that she staggers and collapses onto my bed in a fit of giggles suggests otherwise, though.

“You’re done already?”

“Yeah, we wrapped up super early tonight- I’m supposed to... Something about...”

She looks around the room for a clue and just starts laughing.

“Dash, how much did you two drink?”

“I dunno. It was all really fast. He said we should talk to him later tonight.”

I frown and pull her upright amid a fit of giggles and a hiccup.

“Hiccup drunk? Could you be more of a stereotype, Dash?”

“Call me Rainbow!”

I roll my eyes and she twists her head and falls onto me.

“Like it when you do that.”

“Rainbow, please. Get off.”

Her hooves stray between my legs, and find some of their recent wetness.

“You were having a good time, huh?”

I gulp and spread my legs a little more.

“Yeah...”

“Yeah? I was watching. You always that horny when I’m off drinking?”

I sit up and pull a pillow over my privates, my face suddenly a flood of crimson.

“You were watching? Dash! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I dunno, you were already saying my part!”

I eye her sternly and flex into my will. The sea of fire parts, and I lift her easily.

“Why didn’t you join in?”

She swallows and bites her lip as I hold her upside down.

“I... My princess didn’t... give me permission to.”

“So you just watched from the shadows instead?”

“D-don’t hurt me, princess.”

At the mention of pain, I set her down and sigh. From her prone position, she tilts her head back over toward me.

“Twi?”

I scoot over to the edge of my bed, back to her.

“Sorry.”

Why can’t I get over this? Why do I keep seeing her blood on my hooves every time she wants to play rough? Her hoof on my back brushes my mane aside, and makes room for her to whisper in my ear.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. Let’s get showered up.”

I sigh again.

“Rainbow, that’s just an excuse to-”

She kisses my cheek, and begins to rub slow circles on my shoulders.

“Something’s up with you. No excuses. You’re a sweaty sexy mess. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I turn around and can’t meet her eyes as I clutch her to me. I whisper each insecurity into her chest. What if I can’t cure the will? What if it curses me, and everypony after me? What if I can never be rough with her again, and I’ll always be this dangerous?”

“Huh? Where’s all this coming from?”

I just sniffle, and she smiles.

“No tears. No tears today, alright? C’mon. I’ll show you how to have a little fun in the shower, without your magic.”

I nod and kiss at her neck, and tell her we can have fun right here if she wants.

“I was gonna give you a good time in the shower. Take off some of that stress you’ve been feeling.”

I push her onto her back and her wings unfold. I kiss a line up her neck until I’m at her side.

“Twi... It’s supposed to be your-”

I gently sink teeth into her chest, and she moans and tenses.

“Your turn... Your turn... Not me...”

I lick a circle around it and ask if she’s ready.

“Nnnh... Twi... You’re...”

I nibble a little harder, shifting the site of my bite between my teeth while I suckle on it. In seconds, a hickey starts to appear. Dash is a mess of wings and hooves. I’ll have to tie her down at this point if she can’t behave.

“I... Nnhhh... Please...Please?”

She rolls until her scarred side is facing me.

“There... Bite...”

I lean in a bit. It’s healed up alright... I can’t tell in the dark if it’s entirely closed. It has been over a month, but she’s reopened it twice while flying so far. It seems like a bad idea to bite an unclosed wound.

Dash seems to think otherwise. She grabs my head and lowers it down. It’s hard to tell who’s dominating who.

I dip into my will and summon up a bit of light. The scar looks closed up. The tender, pink of the flesh shines against my pale lavender light. I lower down and lick it. It’s slick and smooth, and my tongue slides along it. I breathe a mouthful of hot breath onto it, and she wiggles under me.

“That’s... C’mon...”

I fumble with my hooves a bit. It feels really weird that she wants me to play with the scar I gave her, the same one that almost killed her. I look down and find her rubbing herself roughly with both hooves between her legs.

“Dash... Are you... Imagining me hurting you?”

“Just bite!”

I sink my teeth into her gently, and something between a moan and a cry of pain passes her lips. I nibble a line up her body to her chest, and bite down, hard. She screams.

“Yeah. Fuck, yes!”

I bite again, a little lower. A small bruise is already appearing where I last bit. I try to be gentler as I make a third and fourth mark, leading down to her scar. Again, I tease her with heavy breaths.

“Fuck yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yes.”

Her hooves are working with obscene speed over her soaked snatch. Her eyes unclench and look over to me.

“Do it!”
I shake my head. I hate this scar. I hate what it represents. Why does she want me to play with it? It’s not fair.

I push her hooves aside and start to lick between her legs instead. The taste of a horny and denied Rainbow Dash fills my mouth and coats my tongue. I know she’s close, I can hear it in her breathing. I kiss and suckle at her clit before returning my tongue to her insides and slickening her up. When I’m satisfied that she’s wet enough, I grope around blindly until I find the dildo that was inside of me not so long ago. I slide it in, and she squirms and moans. Her legs shake, and her eyes roll back a bit as she groans into one of my pillows. I try to encourage her as I work it in further.

“It’s big... can this slutty pegasus take it all?”

“Nnhaaah.”

Dash is tighter on her worst day than I am on my best, and it’s hard to slip it in. I have to go slowly, and I have to keep rubbing her clit and licking at her to lube her up enough to get the monstrous shaft even halfway in. By the time I work it all the way in, she’s rocking my bed with her orgasm. I pull it out, and she kicks me lightly in between hurried breaths.

“Why can’t you fucking do it?”

I start to mumble my reply, and she pulls me over to her.

“Why? Why are you so hung up on it?”

“I-I don’t want to... I don’t want to hurt you more, Rainbow.”

She sighs and swats me with a pillow. I know she’s just playing, but it hurts to know I can’t make her happy the way she wants. I blink back tears, and she sighs again and sits up.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, Rainbow, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, it’s-”

“S’not your fault. It’s the will, right?”

“No, I... I don’t understand it. I’m an awful top. I don’t understand, I don’t like the fact that I like to hurt you.”

She laughs and leans back. The laughter tightens my chest, when it should relax me. Can’t she understand?

“I really am in love with the nicest mare in the world.”

I wiggle up to her, but she rolls off the bed and heads for the bathroom. I take to my hooves shakily and follow.

“You’re so nice that you’re afraid of your own kinks. That’s pretty nice in my book, Twi.”

I adjust the taps, and look up at her. She’s over by the wall doing pushups. I watch those muscles ripple and flex with each descent toward earth.

“Rainbow, you seem awfully sober for a pony who just came back from a bar drinking.”

She laughs.

“I might’ve been exaggerating a... little bit.”

I roll my eyes.

“Pretending to be drunker than you are? Isn’t that a little-”

“I was hoping you’d take advantage of me.”

I step under the water, finally satisfied by the temperature. I should have known that was her reason.

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, huh?”

“You gonna pregame with me?”

I laugh. Pregame for what? That huge party we’re not going to tonight?

She looks around for a minute before her eyes widen, and she grins.

“Oh, right. We’re supposed to go over to Rarity’s for dinner tonight.”

I drop my bar of soap mid rinse.

“We’re what?”

“Yeah. Couple hours from now, we’re going over for dinner. Is that cool?”

I shake my head. Rarity’s hormones have been crazy lately, every story she tells me is fetishistic-sex this, and fetishistic-sex that. I struggle to articulate my objections.

“If we go over, you know she’ll want to... She’s been trying to... For months she’s been wanting us to come back over and do another one of those kinky foursomes.”

“So why don’t we? Can’t we try a foursome again?”

I bend to pick up my soap and resume washing.

“Dash, I think... We should probably get a twosome down first.”

She frowns, and then we both laugh.

“Alright, yeah. Given. But dinner’s not so bad. We’ll just say “no thank you” if she brings it up.”

“When she brings it up. She will. He couldn’t ask you at the bar in front of all those ponies, but I bet she asks us tonight over dinner.”

“You never know!”

I finish rinsing my mane and pull Dash closer, pointing a hoof dramatically toward my skylight.

“I always know. I’m the smartest mare in Equestria!”

She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. So, smartest mare in Equestria, why is she definitely going to ask for a foursome?”

I try to sound matter-of-fact as I step aside and let her shampoo her mane.

“Because, my dear Dash, Rarity is a kinky bitch.”

“We’re ALL kinky bitches!”

I bust out laughing again, and she can’t help but join me.

“Well, maybe we’ll all be kinky bitches together then. Maybe someday, but not today, I think.”

“So can we be two drunk dykes instead?”

I wrinkle my nose at the word. She’s so open and joking about her sexuality, and I’ve struggled with articulating mine my whole life.

“We can be two drunk mare friends.”

She gives me a frown and pushes her soaked mane out of her eyes so that she can be sure that I see it. I bite my lip and choose my words carefully.

“Who... Love eachother.”
She nods and motions with her hoof for my to continue.
“And like to sleep together.”

“Darn right!”

I push her against my shower wall and kiss her. My voice comes out husky and low.

“Sleep together a lot.”

It’s an hour and a half, and another round of rinsing before we’re satisfied and can climb out of the shower. She slaps my flanks with a towel and calls me her bookworm, and I grab it and pull her into me for a kiss. How in Equestria did I fall so deeply in love with this perfect, stupid, beautiful pony? She breaks my kiss with her daredevil’s grin.

“Shots?”

“Shots?”

She zips off.

“Shots!”

I limp over to my bed and sit down on it. She can bring the shots to me. I need a minute to find my legs after what we just did. Maybe if I drink enough tonight, I can go all the way and punish her for being such a horny mare lately. Maybe if I just relax my inhibitions...

She zips back up into my room.

“You only have Vodka. Why? Why only Vodka?”

I roll over to face her, and she swoops through the air to return to studying my haunches on my other side. I crane my neck to find her. When she’s out of range, I roll over again.

“There’s some wine too! Did you look for it?”

She moves back to my other side in a blur of color.

“Not gonna do shots of freakin’ wine.”

“Not gonna do shots of Vodka either?”

She wrinkles her nose.

“Ew. Only if we have to. Can I rush to the store?”

I roll my eyes.

“What’s wrong with Vodka? I keep two kinds of alcohol in my house. The kind that you enjoy, and the kind that gets you shitfaced. What other uses for alcohol are there?”

“Uh- enjoyment? That’s the jaded Twilight talking again. You always had the girliest drinks when we’d all go out and drink together. What was the one you really liked?”

It’s Blueberry Schnapps, Sour Raspberry, and club soda, but I pretend to have forgotten. Who has time to drink socially?

“Blueberry... something.”

“As if you can’t remember. You love blueberries, dontcha?”

I sigh and look up at the ceiling.

“Don’t spend too much, and don’t be gone long. We need to be moving soon.”

Without another word, she’s off, climbing through the air and out my skylight. I lean back and glance over to my desk. With a quick flex of my will, I levitate my notebook over to myself, and open it up to search for any other leads. Harmony... Elements... Magic... I write a quick diagram and circle each one. Harmony... Very philosophical, always has been. I let my pen spill out anything I can brainstorm. Aristallion’s dissertation on virtue ethics claims that the cultivation of virtues gives one an inner harmony to act morally, and lead a healthy life. Harmony is also musical. Perhaps I’m looking in the wrong places?

I flip through my personal index of books on reserve at the Canterlot Royal Library. There’s so much in there, it’s impossible to be sure I haven’t missed something. I circle a few books that sound promising on harmony and ethics, and a few others on music. It can’t hurt to explore all the leads, even the strangest ones. I close my eyes and dip into my will experimentally.

The facts are all there in my head. Things started going downhill when Dash came into my life, but there’s no reason to assume that love or infatuation could confuse it. More likely is that she wrecked my ability to concentrate and shut the will of fire out the way I normally do. The few times I’ve accessed my magic without running into it at all have been around her, or because of her. I try to recall those times.

“Twilight?”

My journal is pulled out of my hooves. She holds it upside down and squints playfully.

“Your hornwriting is really messy.”

I prop myself up and try to snatch it back, but she swerves out of my reach, forelegs cradling multiple brown paper bags.

“And your mouth-writing is so much better?”

“Least I don’t smear my ink!”

“You write in pencil!”

I finally snag it from her with a flex of my will, and she laughs again.

“C’mon, I’m just playing. Any breakthroughs?”

“Just guesses and ideas.”

“Watcha got?”

I sigh and lean back against the headboard of my bed.

“Nothing useful. A bunch of unrelated fields and stupid ideas.”

“Awww. I’m sure you’ll get it. Here, you got a glass?”

I laugh at how easily she returns to what’s fun, and dip into my will. It’s nothing but cool water, and I pull two classes and some ice out of thin air with no trouble at all. No trouble? Why? I’m distracted from those thoughts when she whistles and pulls out all the ingredients to make my favorite drink.

“I think this was all of it, right?”

All of it? All of what? The drink. Right. Bluberry, raspberry, soda water. Yes.

“Yeah, how’d you-”

She finishes pouring and slides the cocktail over to me.

“You know how long I’ve had my eye on you. I loved our nights out!”

I sip it and thank her for my glass of nostalgia.

“Yeah? Let’s make more good memories tonight, ok?”

I clink my glass with hers. We both take a polite post-toast sip, but she winks at me and continues to tip her glass back. She shouldn’t drink alone. I tip my glass back, and let the incredible sweetness fill my mouth. The lovely, sparkley, bubbly purple cocktail vanishes from both of our glasses, and she pours another one.

“Cheers!”

“Again?”
“Again!”
By the time we’re leaving for Rarity’s house, I have a nice little buzz going on, and Dash is back to tottering as she walks. I slap her flanks as we make our way out the door, and she whirls around and mashes her lips against mine. I blush and open my mouth, letting her tongue in. She tastes just like my cocktail, and I lick every inch of the inside of her mouth to steal the taste. When she’s done, she gives me an absolutely bullshit innocent look. I want to drag her back inside and tell her she’s not fooling anypony, and punish her for being so forward in public. Instead, I just look around and make sure we’re still alone in the street. She’ll get it later.

“We ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

I lock the door, and we make our way out into the night.

It’s dark, and we huddle together in the autumn night. Rarity’s house has never seemed so far away. As we wander, Dash looks up and asks if I think it’ll rain.

“Maybe, I- Wait what?”

She laughs.

“‘Course it’s gonna rain.”

“I know. What the hay kind of question is... Nevermind.”

Of course it’s going to rain. She spent all day stacking rainclouds. It makes me want to hurry, and I pick up the pace. Behind me, she takes to her wings and hovers along beside me.

“So just so we’re clear- no sexy stuff with Rarity?”

I nod.

“Not yet.”

“Just being clear.”

I roll my eyes. Ten minutes into dinner and two drinks from now, Dash will probably be the one to bring it up. I can at least put up some resistance before I’m forced to give in.

We reach the door of the boutique and I knock without hesitating. I’m glad Rarity and her husband are back to living in their home, and not that cramped apartment. There’d be no room for any of us to sit were that the case.

I knock again. Still nopony answers. With a shrug to me, Rainbow opens the door and enters.

“-Rainbow”

She stumbles over to a chair where he sleeps, Rarity sprawled across his legs. It’s an enormous, overstuffed recliner. She looks so happy and peaceful. I’m content to leave them, but Dash prods him with her hoof.

“Hey... Hey, dude. Dude, we’re here. Didja forget about us?”

I sigh. This is our out. We don’t have to do kinky foursome sex. We can go home, and we can drink a little more and sleep.

“Dash... Dash, don’t. If they’re tired, we should go home.”

The poor man looks around, stunned for a moment before Dash leans in with a grin.

“You should totally see yourselves. You’re such old timers, I swear. Does being parents mean you act like a pair of old grannies? Seriously, you slept through us knocking and coming in your front door. How do you even do that?”

Rarity hops down from her perch on the footstool and stretches her back. That enormous body ripples and shakes as she yawns and looks from one of us to the other.

“I should like to know too, but after you were twenty minutes late I supposed a nap was in order, Rainbow Dash.”

I sigh.

“I’m sorry, Rarity... We are a bit late. We got caught up... we had a few drinks at my house, before we came over... We didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“Now now, Twilight. That’s all water over the dam. Let’s get to the dinner table, yes? No sense in waiting a moment longer.”

We follow Rarity into the kitchen and up to the table. It’s set with fine china, a proper tablecloth, and an enormous spread of food. The cheesy potatoes that Rarity is famous for around Ponyville are the center of the meal, but a delicious spread of salad and other goodies wait on the stove on warmers. She’s got proper wine glasses set out, too. The ones I have at home are little guest glasses at best. I make a mental note to do some reading on the difference. When she takes her place at the head of the table and he sits next to her, Dash and I take our seats across from them. With just a small shift in my will, I pull the food off the warmers and onto the table, while Rarity pours three much too generous glasses of wine, one for everyone but herself. I smile, glad that I don’t have to tell her not to drink while expecting. Next to her, her husband rubs her hoof.

“Wow Rarity. You’ve sure outdone yourself this time. What a great looking meal!”

Both of them smile, and Dash and I are invited to fill our plates first. We do so graciously, and the remaining portions are heaped onto his and Rarity’s plates. I’m not surprised when he gives her far more than he gives himself.

It’s not hard to find my appetite. I’ve had little to eat all day, and I’ve been drinking for the last hour. Even barring that, the food is absolutely amazing. Nopony makes Rarity’s cheesy potato recipe quite right but her. By the time we’re winding down, everypony’s plates are almost cleared, and Dash and I are given a second glass of wine. It’s a sweet merlot, and I sip at it much more carefully than the first. Rarity’s taken out the strong stuff. If I’m not cautious, I’ll be in over my head. The topic shifts several times, from business to Rarity’s pregnancy, and our collective readiness. It should only be a couple of days at most, and the foal could come at any time. I promise her I’ll be around and ready to come over at the drop of a hat. This seems to please her, and she continues to probe me, asking if I can be sure the due date is soon.

The honest truth is that I can’t, and I warn her that it’s just an estimate that I’m giving her. If anything is an indicator, it’s her pre-birth lactation. Ponies tend to put out more milk the closer they come to childbirth, and hers should be settling down on a semi-sweet creamy flavor if she’s close. This seems to earn a frown, but when I ask if she’s still putting out as much milk as she has been, she smiles again.

“Oh, yes ... yes. Just tonight in fact we had to milk them a third time … it’s been simply awful. When we do it, I just can’t keep my hooves off him either ... and of course he can’t keep his hands off me. Things just turn so naughty so quickly, you know?”

I chew a little remaining salad politely, and I know I’m blushing. Here it comes, this is it. Any second now, she’ll ask. Dash’s rougher voice surprises me, and I look over to her as she leans across the table, flicking her fork around to point at things for emphasis.

“Oh man, I totally know that feeling. Tonight when I got back from the bar, oh yeah. Couldn’t keep my hooves off this silly filly over here.”

I swallow and try to look anywhere but across the table. Can I call it or what? Here comes Rainbow getting us involved. I try my best to be stern with her, as I take the fork away. She’ll put somepony’s eye out and put us in somepony’s bed at this rate. I pray to Celestia that she doesn’t start in on catching me pleasuring myself.

“Rainbow...”

“Gah, you should have seen her when I got home.”

I pinch her as I finish taking the fork, and she straightens up and looks at me.

“Couldn’t even tell her we had dinner to go to until I’d dragged her into the shower... And then we needed ANOTHER after that, but you know how it goes. I’m tellin’ ya, unicorn sex is so. Freaking. Amazing.”

Across the table, I can see Rarity settle slightly in her chair.

“Oh my goodness, yes. We both needed showers after our interaction as well. Not as badly as the last time the four of us ... but do you remember that? Oh my stars, what a night!”

“Ohh yeah. I keep telling Twilight we should totally, totally hop back in bed with you two crazies sometime, but you know how hard it is to get this pony to do anything.”

“Oh really? So you mean you two might be ... interested in doing something like that again?”

“Well...”

Oh for Pony’s sake. How on earth can this be my fault? We agreed together! I nudge her under the table as I try my best to change the topic.

“Rainbow, please. I don’t know that it’s ... such a good idea to talk about this over dinner.”

Rarity cuts in quickly, and I know it won’t be that easy to get out.

“But... Well, Twilight. If I’m honest, that’s sort of the reason we invited you ponies over tonight.”

Nailed it. Poor Rainbow. I make a note to tease her about it later. Smartest pony in Equestria indeed. For now, my attention shifts back to Rarity, and waylaying this conversation. Dash and I aren’t really in the proper place for a foursome in my eyes. We need to slow down, not speed up. I’ll just have to break the news gently.

“I... I’m not sure that’s such a good idea Rarity. Can’t we talk about something else? It’s just so sudden, and you with a baby on the way and all... I don’t think it’s wise.”

“O-oh... Oh right. Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Mean to make it awkward?”

“No. Yes. I mean...”

I try my best to give her a comfortable out. I don’t want her to feel awkward if I can help it.

“I thought you two got really jealous over the last time we did it. Did something change?”

“You could say we’ve been talking. We’ve talked out a few ... kinks.”

Now Dash is jumping back in. Her face is beet red, whether from embarrassment or a half a day spent drinking, I can’t tell.

“Kinks huh? Us too!”

I sigh.

“Not enough we haven’t.”

“But Twilight-”

“This isn’t something I feel comfortable discussing in front of other ponies, Rainbow. Please?”

She retreats a bit. She knows I’m not just playing with her now, but that I’m serious about trying to avoid the foursome. I should have been clearer with her from the start. Now she’s embarrassed too. The man stands up and takes our plates and silverware over to the sink. Soon we’ll be moving into the living room, and I don’t want things to remain awkward. I try to spare everypony’s feelings as best I can.

“It’s not that I’m opposed, I just ... we need some time to think on it.”

Rarity straightens up and levitates her glass. I take mine and Rainbow’s with us as we start to rise from our seats.

“I understand perfectly, my dear. You needn’t get involved tonight if you don’t want. Do keep in mind that our time is running out though...”

There we go. Temporary reprieve.

“I know. I’ll try to give you an answer by tomorrow, alright?”

I try to fake the most confident smile that I can. She returns it. We’ve known each other too long to know these are anything else.

“Alright then. Until then, I thought maybe... Maybe you could do us a favor?”

A favor? I try to sound uninterested.

“Oh?”

Dash and I settle onto the couch, and she lays across my legs, glass in her hoof. We both give Rarity our full attention.

“Well... You know how I’ve a fondness for his hands.”

“Yes.”

“And recently I’ve been ... well I’ve been wondering, do you think it’s safe to put two of them in?”

Dash sits up.

“Do you mean to tell me you can get those-”

She shoots a glance over at his hands for emphasis.

“-Those things inside you?”

Rarity shifts, red creeping right up to her horn. I feel bad for her, because it’s an honest question about her sexuality. Most mares would be too self conscious to ask about it.

“Rainbow Dash. Please. A mare can fit plenty of things into herself, as you know all too well.”

My partner takes her reprimanding quietly, blushing and grumbling as she sinks back against my flanks. I ponder Rarity’s question as she does it. Childbirth should loosen things up enough that it wouldn’t be a problem. I glance over at them to be sure. They’re huge. It’s amazing that a little three foot pony can take even one of them.

“To answer your question ... it might be a bit dangerous. But I think it’s possible. Especially after the foal, things will be a bit ... stretched after that. Try to remember-”

“Oh ... we weren’t going to wait that long. I was really hoping we could get them in before the baby.”

There’s the characteristic recklessness I’ve come to expect of our mother-to-be. Being this close to having the baby must really be weighing on her mind. All those things she’ll not be able to do until her foal leaves home- I’d be in a hurry suddenly too. Still, this one seems dubious.

“Oh... Gosh, I... I’m not sure about that, Rarity. That’s not a place you want to rip, harm or damage right before the baby.”

“But wasn’t it you who said that a couple can continue to have ... relations...”

On my flank, Dash almost bursts out laughing. I shoot her a genuine glare this time. She doesn’t have to make Rarity feel bad for talking about sex, this isn’t highschool. After a moment of staring at the floor, Rarity picks up.

“...Up until the birth, as long as they’re careful?”

How to keep an eye out for her, without restricting her experimenting? It’s hard for me to say. I try to recall our previous conversations on the subject.

“Well, yes. I’m not saying it’s impossible, Rarity. But you need to be a good judge of when it hurts, just like anypony ever needs to be. You’ve told me before that’s a tough call for you to make”

“Yes, that’s why I was thinking perhaps ... perhaps tonight you might watch over us while we try it.”

I sigh, and I flatten my ears a bit. Here we go again.

“You mean like ... participating.”

“No, not participating. Just watching.”

Are we speaking different languages?

“You mean like participating.”

“No! Twilight Sparkle, surely you see the difference?”

No, no I do not. I tell her so, and that I’ll make up my mind tomorrow. Her lip quivers.

“I... I didn’t mean to make it seem like-”

“I’m sure you didn’t. But my answer stands. I’m sorry, Rarity.”

Rarity’s ears flatten and blush creeps up to her horn. Damnit, how does everypony always make me feel guilty? Now I’ve made her and Rainbow feel bad. How to recover?

“Well, if Rainbow will go pick up the book for me... I’ll thumb through it now and see if I can do a little research to make sure it’s possible. How’s that sound?”

Rarity smiles.

“Oh Twilight, you needn’t... I mean, I really do want you to enjoy tonight and relax with us, you needn’t read.”

Dash is up and out the door already. I know she just wants to have fun tonight. Giving her something to do to facilitate that should cheer her up. As soon as she’s gone, I realize this is my chance to have a girl-talk with Rarity. These are the only ways I can get information on what she’s been doing lately, and the only ways I can make sure she’s being safe. She cherishes our gossipy girly talks, and I endure them to make sure she’s happy and comfortable with the foal on the way.

“Alright, we have five minutes. Maybe more if the book’s hard to find. So tell me about this ... talk you had. Dash and I had one recently.”

She leans in and begins to exposite a weekend in Canterlot that is filled with fetishism and debauchery.

“So he finally came clean about that fat fetish eh? It’s about time!”

“Oh I was rather shocked at how deeply it ran. Did everypony know but me?”

“Well we knew he liked you big. But that is pretty interesting. Dash finally admitted to enjoying being held down, I swear I thought she’d never come clean. Last night was our first go at strapping her to the bed fully and-”
“Oh my goodness, how kinky! How’d it go?”

“It was amazing. You should have heard her beg.”

“Oh, I know that sound. I’ve got him trained too, you know.”

I have to admit it’s fun pretending he’s not here. It’s not a spiteful thing, though he worries me in his own way. It’s just so fun to watch his face as he keeps trying to tell us that he’s here, listening to us talk about him. He finally rises and goes to grab another glass of wine. Neither of us says a word. As soon as he’s gone, we’re both laughing into our hooves at how well we’ve played him, and played off of one another.

“So tell me about this bondage work! I’ve always been curious, you know.”

I roll my eyes. I’m not really prepared to talk about me, and half the time I end up telling her things Dash and I got up to months ago, just to avoid telling her about our fight. I’m not sure why it matters that nopony ever know.

“Why am I not surprise that you are, Rarity?

“I beg your pardon! I’m not that... kinky.”

I laugh internally at Dash and my joke earlier.

“No, no. Of course not.”

“She’s a strong one though, isn’t she? I mean, honestly, how hard do you have to work?”

“Well, she’s strong, but my magic’s fairly strong too.”

She leans in, on the edge of her seat now.

“It’s true! Oh I’ve always thought you two would at least have a deep friendship in that regard, but to realize it plays out that way in bed...”

“It’s not all me. You should see how hard we have to strap those wings down.”

“Well I should bet so. You did mention they were strong.”

I take a gulp of my wine and slog onward. Maybe I can bait out something about her and those hands that can help me to guide her.

“You haven’t lived until she brushes you down there with them. She’s so soft, they’re so incredible.”

“Why Twilight sparkle, do you have a wing fetish?”

I finish draining my glass and laugh. Not like her hand fetish, no.

“No, it’s nothing like Dash’s horn thing... I think I just have a Rainbow Dash fetish.”

“Ohhh that’s such a sweet thing to say. You really care for her, don’t you?”

Care for her? My heart twists in my chest. Celestia yes, I care for her.

“I... I’d raise the sun for her if I could, Rarity... Just to see her face in its light for a few more minutes a day, I’d stop time itself.”

“That’s so poetic... I wish a certain someone would say such things about me.”

There’s a thud at one of the windows and my vision fills with Rainbow Dash. She’s got twigs and leaves in her hair where she’s no doubt flown through branches on her drunken adventure. I wrap my hooves around her and try to give Rarity an apologetic glance. Talking about Dash has made me really, really want Dash. By the time she’s done kissing me, any excuse for sex is sounding good.

“You didn’t tell me what book to get, so I just brought the ones off your desk labeled ‘Rarity.’ Sorry.”

I kiss her again. She’s my perfect wonderful pegasus. My life would be so empty without her. How to tell her?

“Oh Rainbow, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is perfect!”

I set about thumbing through the book, but Rainbow won’t be ignored. Every few minutes a new assault of kisses begins. I wouldn’t dream of ignoring her, either. She’s so beautiful, so perfect, so-

I stop mid-kiss, as she slides down my body.

I’m trashed. That’s what’s going on here. My judgment has gone to hell.

She climbs back up my body after a minute and presses her lips to mine. I smile and close my eyes. They do feel heavy. Being drunk isn’t so bad. I can hang in there.

She kisses at my neck, and closes her eyes too. I rest my copy of “Your Sexuality and You” on my face. The firelight is making it hot. While Rarity sits with her husband in their chair, Dash’s breathing goes steady on my slowly rising and falling chest, and the world fades out.

I wake up to a nibble on my ear. Her voice whispers into it, hot and husky.

“They’re gone”

I try to roll over and find Dash’s weight on my body. With a grunt I roll both of us off the couch. She scrapes her hooves on the cushions desperately for traction, but we both hit the floor with a thud. She gets to her hooves and shakes her head clear.

“Well that was definitely the sexy move.”

I test my hooves and find myself a little more sober than when I left off. Just a little. Each turn of my head brings the whole room slowly racing to catch up.

“Dash-”

She tackles me.

“C’mon Twi. D’you remember how Rarity found out the first time?”

I rub my haunch with my hoof. I’ll have rugburns at this rate. She grips where I’m rubbing, and smiles from above me.

“Remember yet?”

“Remember... What?”

“How we got caught!”

The memories of Rarity’s apartment seem distant. Cuddling lead to fooling around. Rarity coming back in. Foursome on her floor. Carpet burns after. Dash and I expressing how we felt for each other for the first time. Going on a double date. Mind blowing sex after. Right?

“Dontcha wanna get caught again?”

I sigh.

“C’mon Twi. Sexy foursome, sexy twosome, what’s the difference? I just want you to have fun. Our only couple friends are gonna have a foal soon. Not gonna be time or energy to do any of the kinky stuff.”

She’s right, but I hate to admit it. The part of me that is deeply curious about everything is burning to try a foursome again, and see if we can’t do better than the jumbled sex we pulled off last time. Dash knows she has me cornered, that if nothing else my recently rediscovered outgoing nature is aching to try as many things as possible, while they’re still possible. She shifts her weight on top of me. The movement of her legs tells me just how wet and hot she is down there.

I lean up and kiss her. There’s a brief moment before her hooves sweep through my tangled mane and she eases down on top of me. I spread my legs and help her grind our quickly warming privates together. The touch of her soaked lips on mine, rubbing and sliding and grinding sends arcs of electric pleasure up my spine. I kiss at her neck, and my kisses turn to nibbles as she picks up the pace. One of her hooves fumbles and manages to stroke and rub at my horn. It’s a bit sore from all the practice I’ve been giving it lately while experimenting with the will. She turns the soreness into pleasure with careful and precise rubbing. Each caress of her leg surfaces buried pleasures I hadn’t known I could bring. She starts to lick and suckle at it, and I can’t do anything but lean back and moan. Even grinding seems like too much work now. The world fades into blissful oblivion. I can feel her hooves on other parts of my body, can feel her rubbing my gushing pussy with hers, but it’s distant compared to the softness of her tongue and the warmth of her throat.

There’s a slam of a door, and Dash stops. I’m panting loudly, and I can’t hide it. Rarity and her husband are back, but all I can think of is having Dash finish what she started. When I open my eyes, he’s striding across the room, great naked figure hurrying over to the fire to put on another log. When his job is done, he sits down on the edge and begins to rub his back and chest. As she carefully makes her way into the room, Rarity breaks the silence.

“I- We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Above me, Dash fumbles for an excuse.

“Rarity, we uhhh... Ok, let’s face it, you’ve caught us doing worse. Right?”

Her eyes narrow, and she raises an eyebrow.

“Well, I was going to say I’ve caught you doing the same thing once before.”

Dash shifts uncomfortably above me. When she finally gets off, she pulls me around until I give in and rest my head in her lap.

“Well, it just seemed so cool. Neither of us have a fireplace, ya know?”

“I can imagine ... it’s ok. Honestly, you two needn’t have stopped. We’re ... not here to judge you.”

“But...”

“No, not if you won’t judge us. But I’ve just come in from a thunderstorm, and I want my husband’s body against mine for a bit. I hope that doesn’t ... make either of you uncomfortable.”

As she mentions him, he rises from his spot in front of the fire to make room for her, and she graciously takes it. When she’s situated, he sits down behind her, arms draped around her neck and shoulders. Dash leans back and folds her forelegs behind her head, doing her best to look cool after being caught screwing on her best friend’s floor.

“So you two got caught in my thunderstorm, eh? What’d you think?”

Rarity’s ears drop at the mention of the storm still raging outside.

“I thought it was dreadful. So sorry, Rainbow Dash. I’m just ... I don’t quite care for them as I once did.”

“Pshyeah. I don’t know if you ever really liked ‘em, but it’s always worth a shot. That one’s stacked five clouds deep y’know.”

Behind her, Rarity’s husband yawns and rises. She jerks around and grabs his hand as it retreats from her shoulders.

“Where are you going?”

That low, rumbling voice. He announces that he’s going for coffee, and asks if we want any.

“Not yet. I’ve...”

She looks over at us, bites her lip, and turns back to him.

“I’ve something I must tend to, as a wife.”

Without another word, she slips his whole, huge member into her mouth. It looks soft and limp, but it disappears in between those lips, and the sound of her tongue and throat working fills the quiet room. A moment passes, and she opens her mouth wider and slides her throat off his shaft. It’s enormous now. I’ve never seen a proper stallion, but his must be six to seven inches long. That’s at least enough to fill a tiny three foot pony up. She smacks her lips lewdly as she finishes, and then starts to rub it with her hoof.

“Must keep this part warm. The rest of you will be fine I suspect, but this part just seemed so miserable.”

As she’s done the trick, her leg has slowly hiked up, and she’s begun to recline on her side. Now in the firelight, Dash and I can see everything. Beneath the stomach and between the haunches that are easily as wide as two ponies is a slit glistening and aroused in the firelight. Just above it rest two swollen, peachy teats. I know from our conversations that they’re filled with milk. I let myself wonder what it tastes like. Beneath me, I can feel a slight heat from Rainbow’s privates. I know I’m becoming just as aroused by the same sight. Finally, Rarity turns a guilty expression to us.

“I know I said ... Twilight, I’m sorry.”

I struggle to sit up and conceal myself. From this angle, the whole room must know I’m turned on.

“Well... I... It’s technically tomorrow, you know.”

Everyone in the room glances at the clock. I’m not wrong, it’s half past twelve in the morning.

“And we did talk about it after you’d gone... We thought you’d gone upstairs to bed. So I guess... I guess we’ll try, if Rainbow wants.”

Dash grins.

“You mean we get to play with those? So. Freaking. Great!”

I should have known Dash would be interested in the milky breasts. Why not though? It’s not like either of us will have them. I’m curious to experiment with them myself.

My partner beats me over to Rarity with ease. She’s far too fast, and she’s in a drunken hurry. Her hooves fondle the balloon of Rarity’s left breast, and milk dribbles from the nipple. I can feel myself blushing as I approach. I wonder what it’s like, to be so full? I cup one in my hoof. It feels heavy and soft, despite being tight against her body. Just a small squeeze earns me a trickle of white nector. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for ponies to see my breasts leaking milk? I have to keep in mind that Rarity gets off on it, on being watched and exposed. As if on cue, she moans and shakes under our combined touches.

“Nnnhhh ... so many ponies.”

Above us, her husband’s hand slides off her stomach, and he rises to his feet. He’s a towering monster when I’m standing up. Lying on the floor and looking up at him gives me an idea of what insects must feel like. What must they feel like to him? I hope he’s not picked now to become jealous, but he smiles at me and nods. I can only hope that’s the go-ahead. As he walks out of the room, I lower my lips to Rarity’s breast.

I try to tell myself that it’s purely academic, but the swollen mammaries under me are genuinely hot. If I could only get Dash a pair, without all that accompanied them...

I suckle experimentally, and milk dribbles onto my tongue. It’s a bit sour, but there’s a soft creamy taste under that. It’s not bad at all. Rarity’s hoof rubs at my mane, and I assume Dash is earning equal treatment. Above us, she trembles.

“That’s it dears... drink up... it’s... just for you.”

I suckle a little harder, and a moan escapes her lips. I can feel Dash settle her marehood onto my leg, and she spoons up and wraps one hoof around me and down to my still tingling clit. Heavy footsteps tell us he’s come back into the room, but it’s hard to hear where he is over all the moaning. Above us, Rarity mumbles something, and we’re waved off her breasts for a moment.
“In front of ... in front of everypony? You don’t- you can’t make me...”

He holds out a handful of chocolate chips, and she eats the from his hands. Before long, feeding her is a group effort, and it’s only broken when she grabs his cock and demands sex. It’s a group effort, but we manage to get her onto her hooves. I’m invited by him to try rubbing her butt.

It’s an immense, and soft ivory bottom. Every inch of it ripples and jiggles as I touch it. She’s put on serious weight. I wonder if Dash likes this sort of booty, and invite her over. I discover her on her back, rubbing her soaking privates with one hoof. She looks so lamely at me, and I know she can’t cum without me letting her.

“T-twiliiight.”

I bury my face between those legs, and start to lick. Her taste floods my mouth and coats my tongue. Her insides quiver and tighten as I lick shapes and words into her. I kiss, I suckle, and I ferociously assault her netherlips with my tongue and hooves. She’s squirming and rolling wildly, but I’m not about to let her escape so easily. She finally tightens as we bump against a sofa. I brace us with my legs as best I can, and she can’t get away anymore. A writing, moaning orgasm is my reward. Across the room, Rarity wrestles her husband onto his back, and straddles him. I pull Dash up and begin a whispered plan with her. As I explain it, the idea sounds better and better.

“If they’re going to get us involved, we should bring our sex to them.”

“Huh?”

“See her up there? We’re going to deny them. They’ll cum when we let them. I’m gonna need you to hold him down. Make sure he doesn’t cum, either.”

“Why me?”

“Because I don’t want to handle his cock.”

“And I do?”

“Well... You’ve been with colts before!”

She rolls her eyes.

“He’s my best dude. What if it’s weird?”

“Now’s a bad time to decide this could be weird.”

“Alright, alright. You’re gonna get it if it is.”

I nod, and we get into position. Rarity’s bouncing up and down on his shaft is joined by our combined efforts to tease both of them. I set my tongue to work on her clit, and Dash rubs her hooves over his shaft each time it’s exposed by an upward motion. In only a minute, both of them are groaning for release.

We don’t give it to them.

Each time she’s about to cum, I pull Rarity off. Dash restrains him, and we all lie there panting and struggling until somepony wriggles free. Dash clenches down on his cock so that he can’t cum, and the wrestling finally escalates when he throws all of us off. The strength of a giant is terrifying, and he manages to get Dash into an easy headlock. Her perfectly trained body miraculously contests him, and she lifts him off his feet with her hooves and wings. Rarity joins the fray in a way that no pregnant mare should, and I pick everyone up with a flex of my will. The struggle of the married couple is just too much for me to hold without pouring in an exhausting level of focus, however. They break free, and I dive in to throw my body weight onto the pile. Soon everypony, even Rarity is straddled ontop of the human, and still he’s pushing us off. With a final primal shout he rolls Dash and I off, pushes Rarity onto her back, and starts to slam her. At last, Dash and I can do nothing but crawl on the floor toward each other and hoof-bump. It’s been a hell of a game.

Dash’s hoof wanders between my leg, and between ragged breaths, she asks if I wanna finish what we started. I can only nod, and she climbs back on and locks her legs into a scissoring position with me. Our moans are all that I can hear, and I’m only distantly aware that there’s another couple in the room screwing. It doesn’t take much work to bring me back to where we were, but I desperately wish Dash would return to working my horn again. I try my best to rub it with my own hooves, and the pleasure finally overtakes me. Dash continues to grind for only a few moments more, before she finally collapses in an orgasming, panting heap next to me.

The giggling starts with Rarity, but it’s infectious. Somepony in the room murmers something about “amazing”, and I can only nod and grab Dash’s firm haunches. Under me, Dash squirms and wiggles. I look over at Rarity, and she holds up her poor spouse’s hands.

“S-so Twilight ... do you think you could...”

Much later, Dash and I creep up the stairs and into Rarity’s guest bedroom. She’s fallen asleep after a great deal of work on her, and we try our best to be quiet as we climb into bed. We hit the sheets, and discover that Rarity’s guest bed is more comfortable than either of our real ones. I’m not terribly surprised. What I am surprised by is the huge grin on Dash’s face as she pulls me into her and clicks off the bedside lamp, before whispering in my ear:

“Still up for one more go?”

I groan, and close my legs tightly.

“Not right now, no. I never thought I’d say I was orgasmed out... but I think I am. The second round with Rarity was tiring in its own right, and just watching her be filled by not one, but two of those huge paws of his was enough to make me tired. The orgasm Dash gave me during that time was more than I could have ever asked for. Not to mention, during round two I touched a penis, even if it was just to lubricate it because his hands were occupied. I don’t want to sound like a drama queen, but that was a bit... gross.”

Dash snores next to me, and I roll my eyes. That didn’t take long. One monologue, and she’s asleep. Wonderful. I roll onto my preferred side, and I feel her hoof grope for me.

“Dash? Are you asleep, or just faking?”

More snoring. Not helping, but I don’t care. I wiggle back up against her and let her get a leg hooked around my side. I close my eyes and snuggle into the pillow. Behind me, I can feel her scoot closer and pull the blankets up around our shoulders.

Faking. That’s fine. I close my eyes again and tell her I love her.

She nibbles on my ear, and I turn to her. I’m given a soft kiss, and I’m not expecting it. I try to recover, but her lips are already gone.

“Love you too, Twi. I gotta... head out the window, for a few.”

What? Now?

“It’s that time. I almost forgot.”

That time? Oh. The Basilisk. My stomach lurches.

“You gonna be here, or head back to the Library?”

I sit up and rub my eyes. This changes my plans. Why did she wait until I was comfortable and about to sleep to change my plans? I have nothing to entertain myself with until she comes back. She listens patiently to my complaints and then takes my hooves in hers.

“So don’t. Just sleep.”

I roll my eyes and yank my hooves back.

“Easy for you to say. Would you let me go out every night alone?”

Her ears drop.

“No. Look, I won’t be gone long. One hour, ok?”

“One hour? That’s enough time to do a flyover and patrol?”

She puffs her chest up proudly.

“For me? Yeah. I’ll be from here to the edge of the Everfree in less than a minute. Can’t take much longer to comb Ponyville.”

I sigh and let her leave. It’s going to be a long night. I’ll just stay here. Perhaps I can experiment with the will safely outside my library. Dash slips open the window, and steps out.

“You gonna be ok while I’m gone?”

I just barely manage a nod. She’s gone before I can change my mind.

Once she’s disappeared, I sigh and flop down onto my pillow. I close my eyes, but everything’s wrong. There’s sweat on me, my body is sticky from playing with everypony, and my energy is back now. Now that she’s out and in danger, I can’t help but be wide awake.

The decision to experiment with my will is a difficult one. I have the free time, and I have nothing else to kill it on. I make a mental list of pros and cons as I toss and turn.

Con: Not sure what direction to go in. Haphazardly experimenting while tired and drunk is the least advisable thing in magicianship.

Pro: Drunken and tired state frees me of inhibitions and welcomes me to try things I normally wouldn’t. All the best breakthroughs are made this way.

Con: You can get drunk any time. You can stay up late and drink yourself silly in safety.

Pro: I have time to kill now.

I sit up and push the blankets off myself, and toss the pillows up against the wall. A hint of Dash’s daredevil attitude creeps into me. What would she do? My decision is made. I close my eyes and pour my body into my will. It’s deep, and the power courses and hums through my mind. The deeper I plunge myself into it, the louder the throbbing, humming, pulsing beat of it fills my head. I bite my lip as an aching forms behind my temples. The humming rises and falls as I try to manipulate it. It’s like playing with a sea of frigid water. I’m acutely aware of every drop, and for the first time since I learned magic, I explore them one at a time.

Thousands of years of shared experience hurry past me, and pour into me. I can feel the power overtaking me, filling me to the point of bursting. My temples throb, and my head aches. My mind cries for release, and the true depths of my unexplored will rise up and crash over me. The hum of power that had filled my mind is a shrieking wail of screams and death sighs, accentuated point by rhythmic point by the pounding of my own blood in my ears. What it is to be alive is hammered home with every throbbing explosion of sound. Every second is accompanied by the slam of my own pulse widening and constricting my veins. I press it all from my vulnerable, overwhelmed mind for a moment and beg it to stand aside. The ocean of contesting minds graciously parts, and reveals a flaming nexus. The heat rushes up at me, a surge of power too great to contain. The beat of blood and power rises to a death pitch. I tear my eyes from it, and am jerked from my meditation. The force of my return to reality is accompanied by a hurtling wall of black that overtakes me and plunges me deep into its outstretched hands.

I’m sitting on a beach. There’s a hole dug in the sand. The roar of the tide fills my ears. In the distance, the cry of the gulls mixes with the sound of somepony singing. I can’t make out the words. I reach down and scrape at the bottom of the hole, to find what I’d buried there, but the tide sweeps up and fills it with murky water. I wince, cup my hooves, and try to empty it out. Around my hooves, the soaked sand sloughs off the sides and widens my pit. By the time I’ve bailed out the water, the low tide roars back up and fills it in again. The hole widens, and my task is doubled once more. I grit my teeth and try desperately to empty the pool at full speed. As soon as it’s empty, it’s filled and widens again. I look around desperately for something to help me empty it.

My eyes come to rest on her. Elegant hooves climb into smooth, impossibly long legs. A regal mane; filled with blinking, infinite points and a myriad of colors; flows as if on a wind only she can feel. That stern face, etched old by millenia, looks down at me. Her voice is a breath on the wind, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. The singing in the distance ceases with her every soft sound; but each word carries a weight, as if it were whispered by a choir of harmoniously pitched voices.

“You cannot empty it.”

She points beyond me, to the raging sea. Rain hammers down on it, adding new water every minute.

“It is always full.”

I wake with a start, and almost fall out of bed. It’s a minute’s hard breathing before my senses return to me, and the fact that it was a dream settles into my mind. What time is it? How long have I been out? Hour and a half. I’ve been out cold for an hour and a half. I twist in my bed to try to find Rainbow, and find the sheets cold and empty. My mind goes back to the maelstrom of screaming discordant tones that replaced thoughts, to the dream, to that face that the sun shined on despite a storm, but all my thoughts instinctively recoil. It’s been too soon. It hurts to think.

Where is she? Where is my Dash? I need her right now. I take to my hooves, and move out into Rarity’s hallway.

The boutique is dark, and it’s cold out in the hallway. Three in the morning is a hell of a time for Rainbow to be missing. I find only one door with light coming from it, and I can guess that it’s Rarity’s bedroom. What might be waiting for me in there is the last thing on my mind. I push open the door and squint in the bright light of her bedside lamp.

She’s sitting there, humming to herself and working on a horn puppet for her baby. The covers bunch up around her, and she whistles happily. The bed beside her is vacant.

“Rarity?”

She looks up and notices me for the first time.

“Ah, Twilight! What’s got you up so late?”

I fumble with my hooves. The dream is absolutely out. Not going to discuss that just yet. My partner’s absence is an easier subject.

“Rainbow never came home.”

Rarity’s mouth drops.

“She what? Was she off somewhere?”

“Did she come by your room, perhaps? Maybe just to say she was going home because she didn’t want to wake me up? She does that sometimes.”

She looks around for a minute and puts her puppet on the table next to her.

“No, no... He’s out too. Picking me up some food. We only just headed to bed after waking from everything. Is Rainbow out getting something also, or just stretching her wings?”

Rarity’s not heard of the basilisk? She almost certainly wouldn’t have sent her husband out if she had. With everything going on in her life, I’m not surprised she hasn’t gotten word of it, despite being the towns’ resident gossip. I decide not to trouble her with it until it’s relevant.

“Yeah, she’s... she does this.”

“Well perhaps they’ve met up while out there.”

I shake my head. I doubt it. She’s just late. Probably sparing me again. Stupid Dash.

“Do you want me to put some tea on? We can wait up for them together, if you’d like.”

I shake my head again.

“I just... Wish she wouldn’t do this.”

“Have you told her so?”

I sit at the edge of Rarity’s bed and sigh. It’s been troubling me in more ways than one. I consider telling Rarity about my experiment, but now that I’m closer to sober, it sounds even stupider. I can’t believe I’d put my friend at risk so willingly to test the limits of my will. I can’t bring myself to tell her what I was doing an hour and a half ago. I wish Rainbow would show back up. I wish she’d stop leaving me altogether.

“How can I? It sounds so selfish. I want her to stay with me. I want her to always stay with me.”

I can hear Rarity’s enormous body shift on the bed behind me, and her hoof rubs at my mane.

“You should tell her so. You should talk about it.”

“Talk about what? Marriage?”

The rubbing stops, and I look back to find her staring at the ceiling.

“Well... if nothing else, why not move in together? You can still have your space, and it sounds like she’s over often enough. It might put your mind at ease to know she’s coming home to you every night. Not like she has much to leave behind in that old cloud home anyways. A couple paintings and some very light furniture, isn’t it? She can do better if she moves in with you.”

I bite my lip. I’d been giving it thought, but how can I bring it up to her?

“Would you like to talk about it, Twilight?”

I shake my head again and take to my hooves. I’ll find my own way to bring it up someday. For now, I need something to drink.

“Water? Tea?”

“Something harder?”

My voice sounds strange. It feels like I haven’t heard it in years. I shake my head.

“Well, we’ve a few nice things down in the liquor cabinet. Do you have anything in particular in mind?”

I sigh and sit on her bed. I need to talk to somepony. I can’t even walk without the tightness in my gut overwhelming me.

“What about... What about, ‘I’m playing with powers beyond my control and I need to forget it for a night so that I can tie my girlfriend down and ravish her’? Do you have any of that?”

She tilts her head for a minute, and the room is silent. I’m acutely aware of her breathing.

“Twilight, is this about your... magic?”

I nod.

“Mine’s been getting stronger too. Could it be something...”

I interrupt her with a shake of my head. Her magic has been getting stronger since her experience on the mountaintop, but it’s still tied into her gem magic. It’s getting stronger only in regards to her partner, not in regards to a cosmic scale.

“Yours is getting stronger because you’re close to him, Rarity. That’s it. It’s moving to fill in the gaps, to make you strong enough to protect him. Mine’s out of control, because...”

The clouds in my head part for a minute.

“Because I fell in love with... with somepony so strong.”

She scoots closer.

“Yes? And?”

“And... How do you protect somepony so strong? The depth of power that I’m playing with... it’s so huge... I got to see it tonight.”

She’s only party to my puzzling it out loud now. Rarity is far out of her depth as a unicorn and a magician, as I move from the real to the abstract in seconds.

“It’s so huge, deeper than anything I could access... but it only gives me as much as I need... and with her here... I need so much more. Like filling in a hole in the sand. To protect her from something- but that’s not possible. That’d make it a competition. An equation with two edges to balance. Every time she raises the stakes, I’d have to...”

Memories of the last year are summoned and dismissed. It’s true. She’s been getting stronger, and as a result, so have I. I could become something terrifying if she becomes that. The solution is obvious of course, to break myself from her before the power backing the will of fire is too much for me to contest. Running away from her before didn’t save me though, so what can I do?

I stumble from Rarity’s room in a daze. By the time I reach the foot of the stairs, I can shake it all off. I need a stiff drink, and a nap. When I get home, I can cope with it all, and I can figure everything out a safe distance from everypony.

At the bottom of the stairs, voices approach the door. I hurry down them. Rainbow’s voice is distant. She must be up the walkway still, talking to him loudly. I stand by the door, ready to embrace her. I need her to take me home.

I can hear her speaking as she approaches the door.

“Yeah, I’ll just talk to her. Try not to get too excited, you know?”

Her who? Her me? The door opens, and I swallow. I know I’m frowning.

“Too excited about what?”

He practically jumps out of his skin. Dash gulps and holds up a Ponyburger bag.

“Got you... something.”

He scurries up the stairs while she tries to make excuses. I can’t help but raise my voice a bit as we talk.

“I was just stopping to talk to him and... and I figured he shouldn’t go to the store alone, y’know?”

“Alone? What about me? I’m here, having nightmares, and I’m alone!”

“Huh? I... I just... I got your favorite... here.”

I roll my eyes.

“You got my favorite? You just knew what it was? You just remembered? Dash! I can’t believe you’d stay out so late and worry me!”

She’s trembling. She sneaks closer to me, and kneels in front of me.

“Please, Princess... Please... Don’t punish me.”

I can’t believe it. She thinks I’m playing with her. She wants play? She can wait for me. I dip into my will and summon the straps for her wings. She starts to sob as I put them on her.

“Please no... Please Princess... Please...”

“Go. Wait for me at home!”

She backs up and looks out at the pouring rain.

“Please Princess, don’t send me from your side.”

Her ears flatten. Somewhere in the game, she’s afraid I might actually be mad at her.

“Go. Go home and wait for me!”

She hurries out into the rain, wings strapped to her side, unable to fly, and I look down at her meager offering. My favorite veggie burger, and a blueberry slushie? I sigh and blow bubbles into it while I try to figure out what to do next.

The realization that I’ve played into her game sets in first. Now I have even more explaining to do. Why did I have to play along with her? I should have sat her down, explained it to her... I was just... Just thinking that if we could talk about it at home, where I’m safe...

I look around the boutique. I hate it now. Everything is quickly becoming an obstacle to me figuring out the will as quickly as I can. I take a deep breath and remind myself that pacing is important in these things. A sip of my blueberry slushie helps to calm my nerves. I can’t just race toward answers at maximum speed. I can’t afford to burn out, or worse.

I reach into the bag and pull out the veggie burger Dash got me. Small veggie burger, light ketchup, extra cheese. She really does know my orders by heart. I pull out a basket of hayfries, and find that she’s gotten an extra large order, likely to share. I sigh and set them on Rarity’s coffee table before sitting in one of the comfy chairs in her living room. A light comes on in the hallway upstairs, and I know someone’s coming down to see how all the shouting turned out.

Unsurprisingly, it’s Rarity. I take a bite out of my burger and sigh as she makes her way slowly down the stairs.

“Twilight?”

She’s looking for me in the dark. I light up the room briefly with my magic to let her know where I am, and with a flex of my will, lift my burger to my mouth.

“Well I never expected that you'd be the one stuffing yourself into misery. What was that fight about?”

I shake my head.

“It wasn’t... Nevermind.”

She sits down and tilts her head.

“Twilight Sparkle, come now. You can tell me what’s wrong when something is. You were a bundle of nerves upstairs.”

I think for a moment and swallow what I’d been chewing.

“The honest truth is, what I was puzzling out upstairs is something that I need to talk to Rainbow about. Two things I need to talk to her about, honestly.”

“Honesty, yes. Honesty is...”

She yawns.

“Very good. It’s good to communicate in a relationship, as I’m sure you’ve learned.”

I haven’t learned it well enough it seems, but I nod.

“Talk to her about those things. Are those the only things?”

I rack my brains as I take another bite. There’s plenty on my mind these days. The will of fire, moving in with Dash, the trip to Canterlot, and... They’ll take so long to talk about. My sex life is up there too. That’s something I can talk to Rarity about, right?

“Dash likes when I dominate her... but it always...”

I bite again so that I can think of my words. Feels like we’re fighting? Yes. I hate that I enjoy overpowering her.

“I don’t like it.”

In the light of my magic, Rarity smiles.

“Why not?”

“It feels like I’m supposed to hurt her or take advantage of her, and enjoy it. I’m afraid, because I do enjoy it. What if I really do enjoy hurting her? What if I really can’t help it? And what if I’m too strong, and I do hurt her?”

Rarity leans back in her chair and eyes my hayfries.

“Will you be ah... eating those? All of them, I mean?”

I push them to her, and she snatches a hoof-ful. After a minute of quiet chewing, she sits up.

“It’s like... the baby.”

I... what?

“Yes! Yes, it’s like the baby, Twilight.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You once said that no mother who thinks so often as I do of her children would be a bad one. No partner who so openly fears hurting her partner would do so. If you’re worried, you’re safe. You’re a good Unicorn, Twilight.”

I set down my burger. She has a point. I did make that point. It does feel good to hear it.

“Rainbow obviously likes the tug of war. She’s easily the strongest personality in any place she’s ever lived. You’ve certainly spotted it by now; that’s the reason she loves to be taken advantage of by you. You’re always a step ahead of her, but she’s your closest equal. You’re the only pony strong enough to dominate her. It’s thrilling for her.”

I think I understand.

“So... If she was with anypony else, it wouldn’t be satisfying, because she’d always be pretending.”

“Precisely. You’re the only pony who can give her a proper fight. She’s otherwise unassailable. She wants that from you not because she enjoys being hurt, but because nopony can hurt her. What must it feel like to finally find somepony who can? Thrilling, and terrifying, and exciting. All things she loves. You’re a perfect, out of control nosedive in her performance. You’re the only thrill she could have in bed.”

I nod and agree. It makes sense, and I’m glad to know she doesn’t just love to be beaten and swatted and hit.

“Well, perhaps not. But perhaps so. She might love it naturally, and that might well just be a part of who she is, but it’s countered by the fact that she refuses to be second to anyone.”

I finish Rarity’s thoughts for her as she finishes my hayfries. I hadn’t wanted any, anyways.

“So then, it’s always been her fetish to be treated that way, but it’s always been her personality to avoid it. She’s... competing with me to see if I can force my way in.”

Rarity nods sagely. It should be a crime to look so motherly.

“Someponies love to be dominated because it’s who they are. Someponies get a thrill from competition. Rainbow is both. You’re her competition, and her top.”

I straighten up and finish the last bite of my veggie burger. I have a lot of talking to do with Rainbow when I get home. Right now, before I lose it though, I need to take care of something.

“Rarity, I have to be going.”

She smiles.

“I know. Come back any time.”

With a flex of my will, I push aside the fire in my mind and plunge into the cold.