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                                            >deep behind green's closed eyes, blobs of thoughts start to mush together into the setting of a dream

                                            >her body swaddled like a foal in the depths of a blanket, morning's chest floof and long, slender hooves nestled perfectly in the divots of her torso

                                            >glory's snoot tilted and pressed into the crook of green's neck, possessively locking her into a soothing hold

                                            >and her marefriend's mind, free from any worldly thought, was transported far away from here to a landscape of her own creation

                                            >that being not too far off a very real place where green invests a lot of her time: the bigcity basketball court

                                            >colored forms chattered, played, and moved around her, some faceless and others not

                                            >each one immediately labelled as somepony she knows inside and out

                                            >her brain is not one to attach plots to dreams, instead carrying her through the feelings behind momentary events

                                            >hooves pounding the pavement on a breakout, the shuffling and constant head turns while playing defense, the metal bench on her rump as she takes a water break

                                            >or just standing in a circle by the news stand chatting it up on a long summer night

                                            >hums of conversation floated around green, no semblance of real words but still carrying meaning

                                            >"Yeah. Luka's been washed for years." was what green contributed

                                            >her eyes mozied over to some open space

                                            >and a big white form immediately spawned three paces in front of her

                                            >as the face and purple mane took shape, it was revealed to be her marefriend morning glory, holding the same eyes and stature with twice as thick hooves, torso, and rump (further accentuating her already good looking butt)

                                            >morning seductively crouch-walked toward green as a burning lump rose in her throat

                                            >and soon all she could see was muddy white and purple as the form wrapped its front hooves around her neck and back legs around her hips, phasing her warm essence into green's

                                            >green felt the burn in her throat rise all the way out through her marehood

                                            >immediately jamming her back legs together to contain the cork that was about to pop

                                            >the pressure rose and rose, all green saw was morning's eyes

                                            >and with a long, squishy pop, green's body quivered from back to front in long, orgasmic waves as she melted into a satisfied puddle

                                            >finally, the real green caught on to what was happening as a neuron made its way up into her brain

                                            >and at the bottom of a breath, the dream shattered as her eyes flew open and her shoulders tensed in startlement


                                            >'oh noooooooo...' she mournfully groaned in her head

                                            >she was scared to survey the damage, that felt way too good

                                            >her thighs were wet, and it was too cold in here to sweat

                                            >morning was still peacefully sleeping behind her, her body tightly esconced in every curve of green's

                                            >green lie frozen, trying to think of how to move around morning's hooves as discretely as possible

                                            >luckily, her wings were free

                                            >so she very casually slid morning's hoof back with the body of her feathers, its grip already loose

                                            >and subtly snuck her front hoof down toward her crotch to start feeling around

                                            >'nothing... nothing... ok it didnt get on the bed...'

                                            >with a very long and smooth shoulder movement, she moved her hoof back to feel morning's hip and maybe a little below the belt

                                            >'nothing... nothing? false alarm...?'

                                            >green was in the clear for now, but needed one final test as she returned to optimal little spoon position

                                            >there was some serious sweat between her legs

                                            >so very slowly she started to spread them

                                            >up until her fur started to feel like wet velcro

                                            >'oh. luna DAMNIT!' she yelled internally

                                            >she didn't wanna just up and fap in another mare's house to clear the tubes

                                            >and now it's like she's 14 again, in her own new marefriend's house

                                            >green let out a quiet groan and tried not to think about how long itd be until she could shower

                                            >until a very tiny smooch pressed against the back of her neck

                                            >emphasized by a small nuzzle from morning's snoot