Twilight Sparkle sauntered through the hallways of her castle, all too eager to arrive at her bedroom. Thoughts of the day previous clouded her mind, when she had been over five minutes late to her 'private study' session. While it was a ruse, Twilight wasn't comfortable with being tardy twice, and as such had made sure to shake off Spike and his incessant questions fifteen minutes earlier than yesterday.

After all, she had a fuzzy, horny pegasus itching to watch her, practically begging for release. Twilight wasn't an idiot, she had spotted Rainbow in her little hiding cloud weeks ago, about the same time she had realised that a cloud had been oddly situating itself in the same place outside her window every single day for a week.

Sure enough, when she had looked up from her own heaving body that day, she had spotted a flash of rainbow tail drooping off the side of the nimbus, and her suspicions were quickly confirmed. Oddly, knowing that Rainbow watched her didn't freak her out—more so it turned her on.

It turned her on a lot. With every session since that day she'd been taking her self-play to new heights in an attempt to drive Rainbow wild. It was a game at this point: How far could she push her best friend before she came shooting through that bedroom window and started kissing her, touching her, lapping at her?

With any luck, not much longer. While Twilight could easily admit to herself that she fucking loved toying with Rainbow, she'd much rather be putting toys in her. Or sitting on her face, that'd work too.

Twilight could already feel the heat of her arousal starting to take over as she walked to her bedroom in long and graceful strides, her wings splayed, tail swaying, and a small smirk etched on her muzzle as anticipation started to take hold of her. Would she be able to get a good view of Rainbow today as well? It was always hard to see her, as she still didn't want to show Rainbow that she knew, only hint at it, but she'd try to sneak as many glances as she could.

One of the things she truly loved was the level of influence she had over her. Twilight started wearing sexy outfits in the bedroom; Rainbow started wearing socks and fluffy jumpers when she turned up. For Twilight, it was the level of control she exerted over Rainbow that really got her going, along with the thrill of showing off and the risk of Rainbow catching on.

And today would be no different. Opening her door and entering her bedroom, she stole a quick glance out of the window, quickly spotting the same cloud that was never there at night. A small smile began to grow on her face as she took in the implication; Rainbow wasn't on time for anything, let alone early. Well, except for this.

Well, if she had already been waiting then she was clearly keen to get started, which meant that Twilight would just have to drag out getting ready for the fun of it. She slowly stepped past the window, a swing to her tail as she ever so briefly exposed small glimpses of her pussy. She had no way of knowing if Rainbow had seen, but she knew.

She continued across her room until she arrived at her wardrobe, as she always did. There was a process to this, just like everything Twilight did, and even when she was cutting loose and having fun, it didn't hurt to be systematic. She'd already teased Rainbow a little, that was step one, and now it was time to put something on to wow her with.

Opening her wardrobe, stepping inside the large doors so there was no way Rainbow could witness her getting changed, she took in the variety of colours and fabrics sitting before her, feeling a small frown form on her lips. She'd worn it all before, she was sure of it. Twilight knew this wasn't a huge deal, but she liked to have something fresh and exciting to put on once every few days, and it seemed as if she was beginning to run out of outfits to show her little admirer.

No, Twilight just needed to innovate. Looking past the lingerie, she examined the other portions of her wardrobe, tutting as she dismissed a rack of evening dresses, her eyes slowly scanning the contents until they settled on something that glinted and scintillated in the relative darkness. Heh, that could be interesting.

Twilight felt the cold touch of a golden, ornate horseshoe as she slowly pressed her hoof inside it, shivering from the sensation. She repeated the process once, twice, three times as she slid each shoe on, using her magic to assist her with her hind legs. While she had owned the regal outfit since becoming a princess, she had never found an occasion fit to wear it, whether it was a royal summons or a diplomatic meeting.

This, however, was an exception. She placed the jewel-encrusted tiara atop her head with a sultry, satisfied smirk, spying the window in an attempt to see if she had provoked a reaction of any kind. The cloud seemed to tremble—that told her plenty.

She incrementally inched her way across the room, slowly and deliberately pushing the wardrobe door shut with a hind leg, stretching out her body in the process and offering a full and unrestricted view of her various curves. She wasn’t as toned as Rainbow, but she was equally as shapely—her round, supple flanks were testament to that fact.

With a short flash of her horn, a shroud of magic wrapped around the bed cover, slowly drawing it back as she levitated a pillow over to the headboard, intent on using it to prop up her legs later on. With that out of the way, she crawled onto the bed, making short, cat-like movements across the bouncy springs as she allowed her form to be imprinted on the soft mattress, flexing her body and arching her spine as she cast her eyes out to the sky, softly biting down on her bottom lip.

Standing as she was, she could just about see Rainbow’s short but strained movements as she rolled about on the cloud, apparently trying to get comfortable. Twilight thought that if Rainbow was going to get relaxed, she might as well too, taking place in the middle of the bed and unceremoniously rolling onto her back, kicking her legs up and spreading her wings.

She wasn’t usually this playful, but there was something about playing the cute, puckish princess that was really getting her going, dragging out the buildup and taunting her perverted little friend with every short movement, every soft touch and every second of suspense.

Still, she was on a time limit here, and in all honesty she didn’t know how much longer she could keep herself contained; she could already feel the wetness growing around her little hole, and it was about time she slid a hoof down there and satisfied the ache. Leaning back, she began to press her forehooves against her body, and instantly gasped at the sensation of the cold, gleaming metal caressing her sides.

It was an alien feeling, one she was unused to, but it was oddly pleasurable, evoking a sharp gasp and a small shudder as she felt the chill reverberate throughout her body, making her fur stand on end as if she had been electrified by her own touch. If it had that effect on her chest, there was no telling how the shoes would feel against her pussy, and Celestia was Twilight becoming desperate to find out.

She only wished she could brush these against Rainbow—a naughty little princess tantalising her friend for nothing but fun, playing a soft little rhythm out on her clit just because she could, because she wanted to.

But there was no way she was going to lose this game, she had invested too much time by now, too much determination to allow curiosity to take over. She lowered her hooves, feeling the juxtaposed feelings of hard, smooth metal and soft, luxurious fur as she pushed her way down her chest and began to massage her wings, working her way up and down the bone of the left and softly bringing it up to her lips.

She had seen Rainbow playing with her wings once, and ever since had made a point of devoting at least some attention to them, finding that it felt delightful when she ran her tongue along her primary feathers, using her magic to softly push her feathers into place as she allowed a small vibration to emanate through them, ending at the centre of her back where the effects were most prominent.

She was so sensitive there, the feeling was exquisite, and it only served to make her more wanting, allowing her thoughts to become increasingly carnal as she cast another look above, seeing that Rainbow had already managed to work her way down to her pussy, and was thankfully in sight for once, letting Twilight breathe in her visage, from her erratically tufted fur to the slow motions of her hooves as she stroked at her little nub.

Two could play at that game. Twilight forwent foreplay, dragging her regalia-clad hooves down to her aching marehood, slowly sliding the smooth surface against her slit. The feeling was like an explosion of tingles trailing all the way from her labia to her cervix, her entire body pulsating at the sudden touch. She really needed some more of that.

Taking away her hoof, she saw silky secretions lathered against the shoe, and in a moment of desire took the hoof up to her lips to taste. As always, her juices were delectable and sweet, and the kiss of them against her tongue was enough for her to drive her hoof back down, sliding the golden shoe against her pussy in short gliding motions as she teased herself further, not pressing down hard enough to build up to a climax but just enough to produce a short and sharp series of gasps.

Her mind travelled to the other inhabitants of the castle as she stroked herself, and she briefly wondered if she was making too much noise, but quickly dismissed the thought, turning it up a notch. After all, Rainbow was risking being caught, why shouldn’t she do the same?

With that thought came a long, hard push against her sensitive clit and an unbridled groan of appreciation, swiftly joined by more carnal moans as she began to go to town on herself, pressing her other hoof against her belly and kneading it into her soft abdomen as she cried out in pleasure. She didn’t need another glimpse outside; she heard Rainbow’s moans join the fray, and the sound urged her to pick up the pace, massaging her folds and softly pressing against her tightness, teasing herself with every ministration of her hooves.

She could hear movement outside, but she didn’t care. So lost was she in her bedlam that she pressed the tip of her hoof inside, gasping at the cold, hard feeling inside her as her chest swelled and she pressed her head down into the mattress, extending her body and writhing around in sheer bliss. She thrashed from side to side as she pushed her hoof further, every millimetre of progress a waterfall of feeling cascading from her loins and reigniting her nerves.

Her hunger to be filled was growing, and her tail limply twitched beneath her trembling hind legs as her body screamed out its fervour. Vigorous actions were met by the reactions of her heated core as she vehemently played with herself, not letting up for anything—not to catch her breath, not ignoring the slowly building climax inside of her, and not even the sudden knock on the door.

...Wait, knock on the door? “Oh, shit,” Twilight whispered, diving under the covers, worry gripping her as she attempted to catch her breath, “shitshitshit,” she cursed, aligning herself so her body wasn’t visible and flinging the tiara to the side of the bed as she smoothed out the covers, clearing her throat. “Uhh, who is it?”

“It’s Starlight,” she heard from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”

Oh freaking hell, this was all that she needed. Twilight was still panting heavily from what—until seconds ago—had been a building orgasm, and she was sure that Rainbow was either watching her with a pained disappointment or a barely contained laughter, depending on how close she had been herself. Considering the show she was putting on, Twilight imagined it was the former. “Y-yeah, sure,” Twilight said between breaths as she tried to calm herself, painfully aware that one of her forehooves was still angled directly against her clit, lightly brushing against it as it rested on her inner thigh.

The door opened, and Starlight peered inside. “Are you alright, Twilight?” She asked, her expression denoting her concern just as much as her tone.

Twilight panicked then; even as she gave up trying to ignore the adrenaline coursing through her body, she couldn’t help but begin to softly rub little circles around her belly, looking up at Starlight with the most nonchalant face she could muster. “Alright? Of course I’m alright! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I heard a lot of noise from the other side of the castle, and—Hold on,” Starlight’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before her. “Why are you in bed? I thought you took this time for private personal study?”

Twilight’s hoof slowly slid down, producing a fresh gasp as she made contact with her warm little twat once more. “W-well, you see, the reason for that is…” Twilight struggled to think of a reason as she began to screw herself once more, knowing that time was running out but being driven crazy by the thought of Starlight discovering her, no matter how awkward the repercussions might have been.

Meanwhile, Starlight looked on at her, and Twilight wondered if she was witnessing the small moves her hoof made under the sheets. Starlight’s eyebrows narrowed, her face twisted, and suddenly she gasped in realisation.

Twilight thrashed under the covers upon seeing this, as much as she didn’t want to be caught, she wanted to be caught.

“I know what’s going on…” Starlight started, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed.

“Nghh, you do?” Twilight grunted, wanting more than anything to throw the covers off, spread her wings, jump Rainbow, and screw her senseless as Starlight watched.

“Y-yeah,” Starlight continued, apparently embarrassed, “at least I think so.”

Twilight could barely take the suspense, she was desperate for Starlight to cut through the tension, and she feverishly rubbed against herself as she cast her eyes towards Starlight. “A-and, ohgosh, what do you think’s going on?”

Twilight bit her lip as she waited on an answer. After a couple of endless seconds, Starlight finally spoke. “You’ve been taking naps during the day, haven’t you?”

Twilight bit down so hard that she almost yelped—she hadn’t been expecting that. “Uhh, yeah! That’s right, uh, napping,” she nodded, the anxious feeling leaving her chest as she realised she was off the hook.

“I mean, yeah, that makes sense,” Starlight continued, still looking straight at her, “You’re so busy with your duties these days, I’m not surprised you feel burnt out. And you’re too proud to say anything, so you said you were studying to throw us off! ...I’m sorry, Twilight.”

“N-no, it’s fine, no biggie,” Twilight smiled, now fully content to rub at herself at almost full speed, her hoof tapping against the covers without drawing so much as a comment from Starlight, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“But why were you making so much noise?” she finally said.

“Oh, no real reason,” Twilight laughed vacantly, “Just, uhh, bad dreams.”

If Twilight was a terrible liar, then Starlight had all the insight of a lobotomised goldfish, as she nodded at this without question. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Starlight said, her eyes downcast, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Twilight began to rub against her cutie marks with her other hoof as she picked up the pace once more. “I-I think I just need a little more sleep, alright?”

Starlight seemed to peer at her for a few more seconds, but Twilight ignored it, she was enjoying herself too much. “Alright, Twilight, you sleep well.”

Twilight allowed the massive, impulsive grin onto her face without hesitation. “Oh, I will.”

With that, Starlight left, closing the door behind her, and Twilight flung the covers off with a soft, girlish giggle, her tail flicking left and right as she looked out of the window once more, realising that Rainbow was probably a little bored right now.

A lack of turbulence on the cloud seemed to confirm her suspicions, and she realised that she was going to have to make it up to her somehow. She thought about the regular tricks, knowing all of them could easily provoke a reaction, but it wasn’t often that Twilight had to cut her fun off like that, and she needed something special to put herself back in Rainbow’s good books.

Thinking fast, she flicked through the small collection of toys she’d been meaning to test, but didn’t land on anything that she felt like premiering at that moment. Eventually, her eyes travelled back to the wardrobe, where, along with the rest of her regal outfit, she had pulled out an opulent golden sceptre, not unlike the one Discord has given to her before, except for the distinct lack of her face on it, but instead a round, jeweled hilt.

Surely this would complete the look. Levitating the thick piece of metal before her, she studied its length, its girth. It was easily twenty inches long, and there was no way she was fitting all of that inside her, not even close, but its thickness resembled the shaft of a well hung stallion, and with this realisation it began to look even more appealing.

Allowing magic to snake out from her horn, she gripped the rod in a light purple aura, complimenting the jewels on the golden rod as she positioned it before her waiting cunt, preparing to rut herself silly and bring about the orgasm she was painfully denied.

And if the rustling of the cloud outside was any indication, she wasn’t the only one that was excited to see what came next. Whelp, time to find out. Pushing forwards with her magic, she pressed the rod further and further towards her, quickly positioning it before sliding a small amount inside, eliciting a sudden jolt as her breath left her, the feeling strange but definitely welcome.

The jewels along the shaft of the rod protruded just enough to tickle the sensitive spots inside of her, her walls hugging them tightly as she slid it further inside, tickling her g-spot with lazy flicks of magic, her hooves free to explore her body, working back up to her wings as she began to pull the rod back out, before forcing it back in with redoubled energy, pushing it further inside and prompting a lustful moan as her sordid need for something long inside her was finally satisfied.

Once she had pushed the rod as far as she could, taking almost half of it, she began to work it in and out of her pussy, her body making spastic movements as she rolled onto her side, frantically working it in and out of her as her horn burnt from the exertion. Her hooves patted against her chest as she fucked herself, one going down to work on her nub as she was pounded silly by her royal sceptre.

Above, she felt the eyes being trained on her before she saw them—there was no way Rainbow was missing a second of this show. She imagined that for Rainbow, the image of her dressed up in her royal attire being fucked by her own accessory had to be fucking intense, but just to be sure, she slipped the tiara back on her head. Her throat tightened, and she forced out husky moan after moan as the long, glistening rod slammed, slammed, slammed in and out of her, pulling her closer and closer with each utterly fulfilling thrust.

Base urges taking over, she began to buck her hips against the rod, pushing up and taking as much of it as possible as she witnessed Rainbow once again trying and failing to fit a hoof inside her, whimpering as she flicked away with the other. Twilight was gonna have to stretch her out one day. From the uncontrolled noises Rainbow produced, Twilight was sure she was close, and decided to give her a finish to remember.

Sitting up with a flap of a wings and flipping to standing, she pressed her forehooves against the headboard as she looked back, feeling the buzz of satisfaction all over as she fucked the long rod, pushing herself to the limit and managing to take half of it, snaking it in and out of her as she felt the dam about to burst, her world about to cave in as she pushed herself to the limit, drawing on the feeling and allowing it to well up until she was ready to break.

Then, right on the precipice of her satisfaction, she rode on the edge of her orgasm, slowly removing the rod and softly pressing the end of it against her clit—the effect was instantaneous. She had been so close to finishing, that last bit of contact caused her to erupt in fresh spurts of beautiful cum, soaking her bed and jetting out onto the floor, coating her surroundings and eventually beginning to dribble down her hind legs as she buckled and shook in place, tremulous against the all-encompassing heat flowing through her, the bliss of exploding with warm, tasty juices.

And taste them she did, bringing a hoof to her lips as she laid back down, allowing the mess to get into her coat as she heard a similar explosion sound outside. Twilight was sure she saw the last squirts of Rainbow’s play shoot out as she looked up to her, and sighed in complete satisfaction as their eyes met, both panting and shaking from the endorphins of their deliverance, dumbly smiling at one another.

...Hold on, their eyes just met. Twilight gasped as she realised that Rainbow had caught her, or rather, that she had caught Rainbow, and in a flash the cloud had dissipated, a rainbow streak hanging in the sky as her friend darted away.

Twilight couldn’t help but smile at Rainbow’s sudden and extreme reaction. She was going to have a lot of fun talking to her about this, now that she was finally ‘busted’. Well, maybe not just talking, but she was sure it would be a factor.

But for now, she considered, softly lapping at her shoes and licking all of her juices off of them, it was time to clean her mess up. It was about the only thing she couldn’t ask Spike to clean.