Beginnings and Conundrums

Dear diary,

The page began, a giant line stricken through the lonely sentence at the top of the paper. A second one followed.
Dear journal,

And another line.
Dear log,

Crossed through, before finally
June 23rd,
I, Twilight Sparkle, have decided to undertake the process of recording my thoughts within this journal.

That seemed much better. Twilight smiled to herself, levitating her pen to the vial of ink on her desk before placing it back onto the page.
I hope that in the coming months a catalogue of my daily introspections and the events in my life will help provide me with an easily digestible reference material to analyze my own existence. While I often spend time thinking about a large number of things, ranging from the mysteries of the universe to the mechanics of a particularly interesting branch of science, the one subject that I have neglected to study is myself. While informal, it is my belief that a continuous log of my thoughts and musings on life will help provided further understanding of life itself, as well as serving as a useful tool for me to ruminate on theories, postulations, or simply to get my thoughts out of my head and onto paper.

That was a promising opening. Twilight paused for a moment, analyzing her handiwork and double checking for spelling errors before signing the bottom of the page with a flourish.

“There,” she said to herself, closing the book with a snap. The feeling of accomplishing a goal was always one that made her glow inside, and another item to check on her list of to-dos was a perfect way to end the day. Though, it did leave her with the rest of the evening.

I suppose I left myself a little too long to work on my journal… maybe I should have made the first entry a bit longer?

Twilight bit her lip in ponderance, but ultimately decided against revisiting her log. One short entry to begin was more than enough – better that than starting out too ambitious and dooming the whole project to failure. As formal as her first day’s writing had been, Twilight was mostly just grateful for finally taking the initiative to begin something that would help her clear her thoughts at the end of the day. It felt sometimes like there were too many ideas jumping around in her head, muddling up her entire thought process. The hope was that making some of those ideas material through the process of writing them down might help clear things up, and let her sleep easy at night instead of tossing and turning with no proper reason for doing so.

With a glow of her horn, Twilight lowered a likely looking volume from her nearby book-case. There was never a bad time for a good read, and she decided that the rest of the night spent curled up in bed with a good book was a more than productive way to spend the last few hours of daylight before going to sleep. Of course, she did have a habit of getting far too in to whatever she was reading and forgoing sleep in favour of finishing a story – luckily, she was also a lightning fast reader, so that wasn’t often a problem.

The title she picked without particular attention jarred any thought of undue immersion just from a simple glance at the title. “Windswept Stallions,” she read, her face curling into disgust. How had a terrible romance novel even made its way on to her bedroom book shelf? The cover of the book was a typically vapid picture for the genre, a white coated male pony standing with his mane waving in the wind. A mare was draped over his shoulder, looking longingly into his face, while he did his best to ignore her and stare stalwartly off into the distance. Twilight wrinkled her nose, and prepared to toss the book over her shoulder – reverence towards books came only when the books in question deserved respect. At the last second, however, she paused, and floated the book back down, looking over the cover art again.

I don’t know what it is about mares and their fascination with the opposite sex. Regardless of the inherent physical attraction, I don’t see anything remotely appealing about fawning over some silly stallion, no matter how toned or well-groomed he might be-

Twilight was jolted out of her introspection by a noise from outside her window, a high pitched giggle evidently not far from her bedroom. Rolling her eyes, she lowered the romance novel onto her desk and made her way to the window. Finding another, more enjoyable book and spending a few hours wrapped in a well-told story was the plan, and she didn’t want to have her thoughts interrupted by any amount of outside noise.

She looked out the window, scanning left and right to try and place the source of the laugh. Without much effort, she found the culprit, a yellow coated pegasus filly still giggling and running excitedly down the nearby street. A blue colt was nearby, dashing to catch up to her.

“Showers, wait up!” he yelled, panting. The pegasus, apparently named showers simply laughed again, but did finally stop and wait for her suitor to catch up. She was still laughing when he stopped in front of her, giving her a playful nudge in the side with his head.

“You should know I’d never be caught dead dating a slowpoke, Blues,” she said, her voice twinkling with the remnants of her laughter. The colt, Blues, rolled his eyes before sidling up to her and giving her another shove with his whole body. She laughed again as she stumbled before falling into the grass, where Blues followed her. The two bodies became tangled as the pair rolled about in the greenery, the both of them laughing uproariously as their tumble died down. Gradually, the laughter gave way, and Twilight’s eyes widened as the pair replaced the sounds of their mirth with a much quieter form of enjoyment. She watched them kiss for a moment, hungrily pressing their mouths together, before she shook her head and slammed the window shut.

“Ugh." Now she didn’t feel like reading at all.

“No matter how hard I try, I don’t think I’ll ever understand this asinine fascination with ‘romance’,” she declared to no one in particular before falling forward into her bed. Her quilt bounced up with the force of her landing, as well as several pillows, and she wrestled with the blanket for a moment before wrapping herself in it properly. Her mood of accomplishment now shot for reasons beyond her control, Twilight buried her face in her pillows and shut her eyes, drifting to sleep in agitation and frustration.

Twilight’s bad mood carried into the next morning, where Spike found her at the breakfast table with a bowl of cereal and a grumpy look on her face.

“Morning Twilight,” he said, making his way down the stairs. “You look rough. Did you sleep okay?”

Twilight glared at him overtop the bowl, and Spike busied himself in preparing his own breakfast, not waiting for an answer. After making a safe distance from the table, he continued his questioning yelling overtop a cupboard door twice his size.

“I’m just asking because I thought you went to bed real early yesterday. Is there something on your mind?” Spike asked as he made his way to a chair with his own bowl of cereal in hand, as well as a glass of orange juice. He looked up at Twilight as he took the first bite of his cereal.

Twilight sighed, and shifted her eyes away from the table.

“I slept fine… sort of. I just got caught up in some thinking before I went to bed.”

“Isn’t that why you started that journal thing?” asked Spike, his mouth full of cereal.

“Yes, that’s exactly why I started my journal, but it’s for recording important thoughts. Things of interest, not like… ugh! Nevermind.”

Spike chewed a mouthful of breakfast pensively for a moment. After swallowing, he took a swig of orange juice, finishing the glass with a pleased sounding ‘ah’.

“Well, what is it you were thinking about that’s got you in such a bad mood?”

Twilight glared daggers at him, but turned down her stare as soon as her thoughts formed properly. She didn’t want to be mad at Spike – it wasn’t his fault she’d fallen asleep frustrated over her complete lack of understanding on a subject that shouldn’t require the least bit of contemplation.

“I just…” she paused, staring off into the distance as she attempted to form her sentence. A minute or so of silence passed, giving Spike time to gather his dishes, as well as Twilight’s.

“Spike,” she started suddenly as the dragon busied himself at the kitchen sink. “do you know anything about… romance?”

Spike did a double take in Twilight’s direction, an action which almost resulted in him dropping the bowl he was washing. He managed to collect himself, and lowered the dish into the sink of rinsing water before turning around properly, scratching the back of his head with one soapy claw.

“Uh… not really. I mean, I dunno why you’d ask. I’m still kind of a spring chicken… or spring dragon, if you’ll pardon the expression. But… I get the basics of it, yeah. Ponies like each other, they fall in love, they get married, have kids… sometimes they buy each other flowers or chocolates, and go on dates. Stuff like that. Doesn’t seem too complicated. Why do you ask?”

Twilight blushed slightly, and then sighed.

“Because I don’t get it. At all! I don’t understand why somepony would want to spend so much of their time with someone, doting on them and obsessing on them and ignoring every other aspect of my life just because it’s supposed to be ‘romantic’. I mean, I love spending time with my friends, but I don’t like any of them enough to spend even more than a day with them at a time – I need time to myself! Time to think.”

Spike shrugged, turning off the tap and emptying the dishwater from the sick with a pop of the plug. “Then maybe it’s not for you, Twilight. I don’t know if it’s something that can be explained. I think the idea is, that if you meet someone you like so much, you just feel happy whenever they’re around. Somepony who makes your heart skip a beat just from seeing them…” Spike’s sentence trailed off, and Twilight swore she could practically see hearts floating in his eyes.

“You mean like Rarity?” she jibed, smirking.

“What? No! I mean… maybe. Yes. Maybe,” Spike coughed, shifting his eyes from side to side. “I mean, I like Rarity a lot… I can certainly understand wanting to spend a lot of time with her. Or buying her flowers.”

Twilight restrained herself from reminding Spike that in addition to Rarity being several years his senior, she was also of a completely different species. She’d seen stranger things happen before, and there was no reason to rain on the little dragon’s parade, even if it was what essentially amounted to a school-boy crush. That said, it did mean that even Spike understood the concept of romance and attraction better than she did. And she understood practically everything better than everypony.

“Ugh! I just don’t get it!” Twilight slammed one of her hooves down on the table, sending the vase in the center jumping up before returning to an uneasy landing several inches to the left of its original location. Spike’s eyes widened in concern as he walked towards Twilight’s chair.

“Hey, come on Twi, it’s not that a big deal. Not everypony is romantic… maybe you just need to find that special someone and it’ll all make sense. Or maybe it doesn’t need to make sense at all! There are plenty of ponies who live their whole lives without getting married, or having kids-“

Spike’s sentence was cut off as Twilight shoved him back from the table, running upstairs to her room and leaving the confused and upset dragon left to watch her disappear from the kitchen. He stretched an arm out as an afterthought, as though pondering going after her, but ultimately seemed to decide that maybe the studious unicorn simply needed time to think. With a sigh, he tidied up the spilled vase water with a swipe of his paw before making his way to the living room to find something to do.

I’m not going to let this stump me, thought Twilight, closing the door to her study perhaps louder than was necessary. I’m going to figure out this romance thing, and I’m going to make myself understand it no matter what.

The sun rose the next morning to find Twilight in practically the same spot she had been as it had left the sky, huddled in her desk chair surrounded by towers of books and charts. Her hair was frazzled and unwashed, and the bags under her eyes gave a clear indication she hadn’t slept at all.

But, she was smiling.
An entire night of study and research had not yielded very promising results. She had found volumes on the history of romantic pursuits, including poetry, art, dramatae, as well as notable courtships throughout history. There was several month’s worth of material documenting every facet of the development of the notion of romance throughout Equestrian history – but nothing at all that seemed to answer the ‘why’ of the equation, rather than the ‘what’.

It was that separation that seemed to render the entirety of Twilight’s library useless. It was as though nopony had ever asked themselves, or anyone else, “What is the big deal about the opposite sex?” Or, the same sex, Twilight noted mentally, going over her notes for the last time. The thought hadn’t occurred to her at her initial investigation, but it turned out that Equestrian ponies had a very storied history of homosexual relationships – so much so that now a days, the practice was practically commonplace, even edging out same sex couplings in terms of volume of practice. The idea didn’t change Twilight’s process one bit though – either way, she was still at a loss as to why the majority of society had, for thousands of years, devoted so much time and energy to the pursuit of romance.

Eventually, the lack of material had forced her to change tracks, and that was where the promising results had been. Jumping from the idea of romance into the study of thought and directed cognition was what had lead her to her ultimate conclusion. Now, with the results in hoof, she was prepared to belief she might finally have the key to understanding a facet of existence she was convinced might be locked away forever.

Thought study had been occurring for just as long as the documentation of historical romances, but there were staunch differences in nature of interest. For eons, ponies had wondered why their brains processed information the way they did: why one pony might be better at math, and another at languages, or why some ponies were motivated while others were lethargic and lazy. Despite the centuries of fascination, there was surprisingly little to conclude on the subject. Brain mechanics were innate, and mapping them was in most cases an exercise in futility. There was, however, one particular recent study that had proved to be Twilight’s treasure trove in a morass of useless information.

A decade ago, a pony by the name of Cogwork had set out to find a way to change the inherent nature of a pony’s thinking mechanism. Cogwork was a unicorn obsessed with the workings of everything around him, and the minds of ponies were no different. After many failed attempts amidst several scandals, Twilight had found proper documentation for what appeared to be the only successful instance of rewiring a pony’s thoughts.

“Synapse and cognition reconfigurement experiment documentation day twenty five,” Twilight read to herself, eyes tracing the words on the journal paper lying atop her desk. “Subject’s behavioural changes still appearing consistent after third day’s minor regression. Previous habits of procrastination and listlessness seem completely replaced by a stolid work ethic and determination. When prompted, subject cleaned the entirety of the study estate, and seemed eager for further direction after the completion of said task. With caution of being overly optimistic, mental transformation incantation seems to be a complete success.”

That was what she had been looking for.

Further digging through some documents she had acquired in haste from the Canterlot archives (at the behest of a magical missive deliver by a weary Spike whom she had roused in the middle of the night) had revealed the spell in question, and Twilight’s eyes had sparkled when she read over the instructions. So, changing the way she thought was that easy. Of course, that being said, there was a minor hiccup in the execution.

The spell Cogwork had created was inordinately complex in its construction – and in addition, it’s process of mental rewiring was very specifically for one type of behavioural change. Twilight no more needed to be studious and determined than she needed a fifth leg. So, that meant her own inventiveness needed to come into play.

After hours of intense concentration and calculation, the finished product was there, printed in front of her in the perfect cursive of her horn’s scribe. If it worked properly, it should properly open the part of Twilight’s mind responsible for processing the type of interaction that seemed second nature to every other pony. If it didn’t work…

She didn’t want to think about that. Failure wasn’t an option. Besides which, Twilight was confident in her spell work. She had no reason to believe her alteration would be anything less than flawless.

So. All that said, and the only part left was the execution.

Twilight swallowed loudly as she read over the spell instructions for the hundredth time. The sun was almost fully crested over the horizon, ushering in the warmth and light of a new day.

“Here goes nothing,” Twilight muttered to herself. She closed her eyes in concentration, and her horn began to glow almost immediately, violet light beaming to every corner of the room with the force of her spellcasting. The spell was difficult, but she’d performed many more complex in the past. After a minute of sweating and a grunt or two, the beam at the tip of her horn exploded into a ball of lilac brightness. It sparkled in the air for a moment before collecting, and zoomed right back into Twilight’s horn.

The sensation wasn’t what she had expected. Her eyes blinked involuntarily, and an electric tingle coursed through her head, somewhere between a high voltage shock and a collision. It felt like waking up from the edge of a dream repeatedly in the span of a second, and Twilight was surprised to find the finished spell accompanied by an all consuming wave of drowsiness. Of course, it probably didn’t help that she’d spent the entire night awake. Without fanfare, her legs collapsed at her brain’s direction, and the rest of her followed suit. She was asleep before she hit the floor, snoring soundly as a rooster crowed in the distance at the rising sun.

Twilight was awoken sometime later by a prodding in her side. She cracked an eyelid open to find a small green and purple figure, poking her hesitantly with an outstretched claw.

“Twilight?” Spike asked, his eyes wide with concern.

“Ughhhh,” was all Twilight could muster. She shut her eyes tight, trying to will her synapses to life.

“Are you okay Twilight? I haven’t seen you since yesterday morning, and an hour before I woke up I heard this sound like a firework going off inside your room. I would have come up right away, but I didn’t want to bother you, especially after you seemed so upset yesterday.”

After a minute to process Spike’s question, Twilight opened her eyes properly, getting a full view of the now vibrantly shining sun through her window behind Spike.

“I’m fine, Spike, I think.

Twilight raised herself to her feet, shaking her head in an attempt to clear the mental cobwebs that had gathered between her lack of sleep and the spell still doing a number on her thoughts. Everything seemed fine, as far as she could tell… but had the spell worked?

Spike had turned his head to the desk overflowing with papers and notes as Twilight tried to wake herself up properly.

“What were you doing all night, Twi? Did you have a report to finish or something?”

Twilight shook her head again. She still felt like her head was full of cotton balls.

“No, Spike. It was just some private research, but I think I’m done now. Have you made breakfast yet?”

“It’s four in the afternoon, Twilight,” Spike said, raising his eyebrows at the unicorn. Twilight smiled and blushed in response.

“Well… in that case how about dinner?”

After eating, Twilight had returned to her room and made her way through the detritus of research materials to her bed, where she’d sat for several minutes, thinking. After some contemplation, a sudden remembrance struck her, and with a flash of her horn, the cover of her journal came flying out of the pile of spell notes, along with a quill and inkwell.

June 25th, she began, pausing for a moment with the tip of the feather in her mouth before continuing.

In an interest to aid my understanding of the processes of thought and cognition involved in ‘romance’, I’ve designed and executed a spell of my own construction, or rather, a modification of an already developed spell constructed by the most recent specialist in the field of Equestrian behavioural orchestration. With this process, I hope to change the part of my mind that until now was a barrier to the understanding of one of the most fundamental behaviours in modern society.

Twilight stopped again, wracking her brain to see if she could notice any immediate results from the spell. She’d cast it some while ago, but as of yet, her thought still seemed entirely her own, with no difference that she could detect.

While no changes are immediately apparent, I am hopeful that future results will be promising. I will of course record any progress in the interest of proper documentation and understanding.

That was as much as needed to be said right now, or at least as much could be said without further results to record. That meant the only thing left to do was to wait for results. So, with that in mind, Twilight did exactly that. Waited.

And waited.

After several hours spent doing nothing more than pondering, Twilight could feel her frustration growing. She had unearthed her copy of “Windswept Stallions’ from its hiding place in the corner of her bedroom. She’d felt like vomiting after just half a chapter, and so the torrid tale of intermarital affairs had found itself back on the floor again. Twilight groaned in frustration, and slammed one of her hooves into her pillow.

“Argh! I don’t understand… did I cast the spell wrong? I did so many calculations, I don’t understand why it isn’t working…”

A familiar sound broke Twilight’s concentration, a high-pitched giggle wafting in through her open window. Like clockwork, the evening had rolled in, and with it apparently the adventurous affectionate nature of the couple from several nights previous. Why did she keep forgetting to close her window in the first place? Twilight groaned as she rose from her bed. She scanned the ground below, hoping for a sight of the couple the way they had been when she’d first saw them. After a minute spent puzzling out the shapes in the grass in the fading light of the setting sun, Twilight drew a hoof to her mouth and gasped. The giggles had stopped again, but this time the pair was engaged in something far more intimate than the kissing she’d caught them in before. She slammed the window loudly, this time more in surprise than disgust.

And still, her reaction felt the same. Less revulsion, perhaps, but there was no part of her brain that better understood why two perfectly sane ponies would gallivant about the town, stopping to rut in the first place their bodies told them was suitable. Maybe she really had cast the spell wrong.

Well, she wasn’t about to let a false start stop her.

The spell came easier the second time. The energy in her horn still wasn’t second nature, but the casting as a whole took almost half the time of the first. It was only several minutes before the muffled sound of exploding fireworks bounced off the walls of Twilight’s room, followed by the orb of energy funneling into her horn, accompanied by the asleep-awake-asleep-awake jolt in her mind. The electric energy came with the same sense of complete and total exhaustion, and Twilight had just enough time to stumble to her bed before the wave of tiredness overtook her, sending her to sleep again, though this time at a far more reasonable hour.

Progress and Regress

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Twilight almost felt despondent at breakfast the next morning. Spike noticed, though he avoided saying anything, now worried that the wrong thing might provoke Twilight into another night of sleepless research on something he couldn’t hope to understand. Instead, the two ate their breakfast in relative silence. Their quiet meal was interrupted half-way by a ring at the door, which Spike raised himself from his chair to answer.

“No, it’s fine Spike, I’ll get it,” said Twilight, pushing her still almost full bowl of cereal towards the center of the table. Spike eyed her with concern, but said nothing.

Twilight opened the door to find a bright white earth pony with a brown mane grinning at her. He was holding a small pile of several letters in his mouth, which he lowered to the ground in front of Twilight’s feet.

“Sorry to bother you so early. Twilight Sparkle, isn’t it?” His voice was bright and cheerful, and as he spoke Twilight noticed his cutie mark, a trio of four-leafed clovers arranged on his flank. She blinked, not sure if she was confused, or if the sun had gotten in her eyes. Why had her eyes gone right to his flank? He had asked a question, though…

“Oh, yes. Sorry. Twilight Sparkle, yes, that’s me,” Twilight answered awkwardly. She felt herself blush as the white pony smiled back at her, still grinning as brightly as the sun behind him. Why was she blushing? Who was this pony on her doorstep anyway, and why couldn’t she remember him? Something in her head wanted to remember him though. Maybe she had seen him before. His coat was so brilliantly white, and his hair was just the right shade of brown to compliment it, swept in a handsome wave across his brow…

“Morning Twilight! Like I said, I’m sorry for coming by so early. I just noticed I had quite the stack of your mail that’d been misdelivered to my mailbox.” He gestured with a nod of his head to the house next to Twilight’s library. “I’m just next door, so it’s an understandable mistake. Either way, I thought I’d come by and drop it off.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Twilight blurted. Her face felt hot. A moment of silence hung in the air awkwardly as she shifted her eyes nervously, realizing suddenly that the letters on the ground were hers. With a glow of her horn she lifted them inside, floating the stack of envelopes over to the kitchen table. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name-“

“It’s Lucky,” said the colt, still smiling. “I’m not sure I’ve ever properly introduced myself. Not very neighbourly of me! So, consider this my proper hello. I just moved into Ponyville a while ago, but that’s not much of an excuse for me not stopping by.”

“Oh, no no no, it’s no problem at all! I can’t believe I didn’t welcome you to the neighbourhood, Lucky. Really, it’s me who should be sorry. Twilight traced one of her hooves on the ground like an awkward filly on the playground who’d just been caught staying out late for recess. Lucky’s expression mellowed momentarily, but he broke back into a grin with a laugh, which Twilight caught herself joining in with.

“No worries, Twilight. Either way, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’ll let you get back to your breakfast then, and your mail.” Lucky turned his way to make his way back home. He’d just taken several steps when Twilight felt her mouth moving of its own accord, shouting the word before her brain could process the why or how.

“Wait!”

Lucky stopped in his tracks, turning around with a grin.

“Yes?”

Twilight’s tongue felt like taffy in her mouth. She couldn’t remember ever having such trouble forming a sentence before. Still, her face felt like it was on fire. The words in her head were jumbled. What had she meant to say? Something she wanted to ask the colt in front of her, with his handsome white coat and clover cutie mark…

“Oh! I was just… I mean, I was wondering. Are you, um… doing anything tonight?”

In the kitchen, a spoon clattered loudly as Spike dropped it on the floor. Out of sight of the doorway, the dragon’s mouth fell wide open, and he caught himself staring at Twilight as though she were a stranger in her own house.

“Uh… nothing in particular. Any reason for asking?” Lucky raised an eyebrow at Twilight’s question. He had thought the town librarian was a reclusive bookworm, certainly never expecting her to proposition him. But the unicorn had been blushing the moment he opened the door to say hello. Maybe his natural charm was stronger than he thought.

“I was just, um, thinking… hoping – er, wondering that is, if maybe you’d like to… uh, do something tonight. Maybe dinner, or something like that?” Her face, warm. Why was she asking? Why couldn’t she stop staring at his mane, or his cutie mark-

“Well gosh, I’d love to. Any time you’d like me to pick you, Ms. Sparkle?”

Twilight blushed even harder, lowering her eyes to the ground. “Please, um, just Twilight… but, um. Maybe around seven?”

“It’s a date! I’ll see you at seven, Twilight,” Lucky said with a wink before continuing his walk back home, now with a noticeable extra spring in his step.

Twilight stood at the doorway for a moment, letting the blood drain from her face before making her way back inside. After shutting the door, she stood silently for a moment, her eyes clothes, taking several deep breaths after another.

“Twilight,” Spike began, his voice incredulous “what the heck was that?!”

Twilight felt her hind legs give out, and her hindquarters fell to the floor. She raised her hooves to her face, pressing on her cheeks as she drew a long intake of air.

“I don’t know! I don’t’ know what came over me.”

Spike was still staring at her, his mouth agape. The spoon he’d dropped lay forgotten on the floor.

“I just… I don’t know. As soon as I opened the door I saw him standing there, and he looked so… handsome. I can’t ever remember myself thinking that about somepony. I couldn’t just let him walk away without… asking him out.” The realization of what had just happened was beginning to sink in to Twilight’s head, and the implications sent her mind spinning. She had just asked somepony out. A male pony, someone she’d never met before. She’d opened the door and seen him there, and immediately her eyes had drunk in the sight of him, like a pony in the desert thirsty for water. What was going on in her head? That meant… the spell must have worked. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest with excitement.

She had done it.

The feeling of elation flowing through her body was enough to bring Twilight to her feet, and she giggled loudly, clopping her hooves together like an excited foal.

“Hahaha! Spike, I think I did it! I think I figured out this whole romance thing.”

Spike simply stared on, bewildered.

A knock on Twilight’s door hours later drew her attention from the paper in front of her. The journal page had only the words June 26th at the top. “Come in,” she said, and the door to her bedroom creaked open.

“It’s just me,” said Spike, closing the door behind him. As he walked carefully through the still haphazardly arranged books and sheets of paper, he caught sight of Twilight at her desk, and stopped in his tracks.

“Wow,” he said.

“How do I look?” asked Twilight. Her cheeks flushed a little as she turned her head, feeling suddenly embarrassed. She had spent the last hour in preparation for her date, and it showed. Instead of the simple attire she might wear to one of Pinkie’s parties or perhaps on a particularly festive trip into town, Twilight had pulled all the stops in regards to her outfit. It looked like something Spike never could have imagined in her closet, a tapestry of deep purple and bright violet interwoven with sparkling silver. The dress was tapered in all the right places, drawing attention to the small but still noticeable curves of Twilight’s frame. It reminded Spike of Twilight’s gala dress, though much more provocative, and certainly less formal. Twilight blushed even harder as she felt Spike’s eyes drinking in the sight of her, and she lowered her eyes back down to the page of her journal as the dragon finished his analysis.

“Wow,” he said again, before swallowing and clearing his throat.

“I mean, uh… You look fantastic, Twilight. Really amazing.”

“Thanks Spike,” she said, her voice quieter than normal. A moment of silence passed before Spike cleared his throat again.

“I, uh, just thought I’d let you know it’s five to seven, so your… date should be here soon.” Spike stumbled on the word, but managed to finish his sentence with a minimal amount of awkwardness. “Oh, and also, there was supposed to be something you wanted me to record for your weather analysis report at the end of the month?”

Twilight blinked in confusion, racking her brain to remember the particulars of Spike’s reminder. There was something she had wanted him to take down. Weather, he’d said. She struggled to pull the memory out of her thoughts, which were clouded in her head like a hot steam. For some reason, the only thing she could think about was her impending date. Lucky would be at her door again in five minutes, waiting to take her out for dinner. She’d be spending the evening with him, and his brilliant green eyes and dashing mane.

Weather.

“Er, right. Yeah, I think I remember. I wanted you to take down, uh… a measurement, I think.”

Spike blanched, but squinted as he tried to recall Twilight’s direction from earlier in the week. “It was that thing that measures wind pressure, I think. What’s it called again? I know you’ve got it set up around the back of the house.”

“Oh, right. The uh…” Twilight struggled for the word, leafing through the pages of her mental dictionary. Why couldn’t she remember what it was called? To measure wind pressure. The… something… something… “Wind pressure… meter?” she eventually settled on. Spike’s eyes lit up as though a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

“Oh, the barometer, right! Now I remember. Sorry, I’ll write down the measurements before I go to sleep tonight.” Spike turned to exist the bedroom, but paused before leaving with his claw on the handle of the half-open door.

“Uh, Twilight? I hope you have fun on your date.”

Twilight giggled. “Thanks, Spike. I’ll try not to be back too late.”

Spike smiled, and closed the door gently.

Wind pressure meter? Why couldn’t she remember the word barometer? Even now it felt like a slippery eel between her hooves, trying to escape from the grasp of her mind as soon as she had pinned it down. No matter how hard she had thought, the word had eluded her. For some reason, her mind kept drifting to other things. Her date in just a couple minutes. She’d be seeing Lucky again. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she remembered the way her knees had shaken the first time she’d seen his face that morning…

Oh, Celestia.

“Am I forgetting things?” Twilight’s mood shifted instantly from anticipation to worry. Normally naming weather instruments would have been a trivial task of simple memorization, but for some reason in that moment she’d been unable to bring the information to mind no matter how hard she tried. And it seemed all day her thoughts had been interrupted, by visions of a bright white coat and brown mane.

Maybe, Twilight thought, I underestimated how strong that spell was.

Without hesitation, Twilight dipped her pen in the nearby inkwell and pressed it to the page of her journal.

After 48 hours from the initial spell casting, I am beginning to see some results. A recasting of the spell a day previous seems to have accelerated the speed with which my mind is met... meta… Twilight grit her teeth, struggling to draw the word out of her brain.

Metabolizing the changes, she finally wrote, giving a sigh of relief as the syllables were traced onto the paper.

However, a recent development in sudden vocabulary failure has me worried that the changes of the spell, while so far effective, may be interfering with my normal thought processes. I am hopeful that the difficulties in thought are merely temporary strain during adjustment. So far, results for the change of thought process are promising – at an earlier encouragement on an entirely subconscious behest, I asked a neighbour to dinner, and he is arriving shortly to bring me to dinner. I am hopeful that the even will be educational and help me to further understand the manner in which I am adapting to the changes the spell is making on my thinking.

Twilight paused for a moment, upon which she heard Spike’s voice carry up the stairs in a yell.

“Twilight, your date’s here!”

“I’ll be down in a minute!” she yelled back, taking one last minute to jot down her final paragraph.

In an attempt to monitor the extent the changes to my thinking process, I will endeavour to record the highest extent of my vocabulary each night, so as to have a clear indication as to how the spell might be affecting other parts of my mental abilities.
Anathema: To the opposite interest or directive of a thing or objective.

And with that, Twilight shut her journal and dashed down the stairs to meet her waiting suitor.

The restaurant Lucky had chosen was one Twilight had never been to, and the ambience was far fancier than anything she was used to. The table the two had been lead to by the mait’rede was lit by a single candle in the table’s center, with said candle accompanied by two lovely red roses on either side. Twilight had blushed as Lucky pulled her chair out for her, and the two sat in silence for a moment as the clatter of the restaurant carried on behind them. Lucky was the one who had broken the silence, clearing his throat before speaking.

“You look quite lovely, Twilight. That’s a fantastic dress.”

“Oh! Thank you. You too. I mean, you look lovely too!” Twilight stammered. The onset of blush was immediate, and Lucky chuckled at her awkwardness. The approach of the waiter saved Twilight from further attempts on her part at conversation, and she was delighted for a moment to collect her thoughts as Lucky placed his order.

“Just the herb salad for me, thanks,” said Lucky, handing the menu back to the waiter. “Got to watch my girlish figure after all,” he said with a wink in Twilight’s direction, who blushed again.

“Very good sir. And for the lady?”

Twilight looked at the menu in front of her as though it was her first time reading. She wasn’t sure if it was the nervousness of her first date, or the fact that everytime she looked in Lucky’s direction, she felt her head swimming with stills of his brilliant coat and bright green cutie mark, but she felt very out of it. Almost woozy.

“I’ll, um… I’ll have the… daisy. Daisy sandwich I mean,” she mumbled, settling on something plain, but familiar. Half the items on the menu had been in a language she couldn’t even understand. If the waiter was judging her he said nothing, simply taking the menu back as it was handed to him.

“Excellent miss. I shall return with your orders as soon as they are prepared.”

The waiters exit left the two ponies at the table again. Lucky was still grinning as widely as ever, but Twilight’s eyes were locked firmly on the black tablecloth in front of her. Her head was hurting. She felt like she might pass out, vomit, or both at once.

“Are you feeling alright, Twilight? You look kind of out of it,” Lucky asked. His voice was matted with obvious concern, and he reached a hoof out to Twilight’s, which she pulled back involuntarily. It joined her other hoof on her forehead, where she rubbed it back and forth on her temples.

“No, I’m… I’m fine, I mean. I’m just not feeling so great all of a sudden.”

“Are you sick? We can take a rain check if you’re not feeling well,” said Lucky.

“No, that’s okay, I-“ Twilight’s words faltered abruptly as the pain in her head jumped from a five to an eleven. It felt like her head might explode. The pain made her bite her lip, on the verge of screaming, when she felt it subside, just as rapidly as it had come. The sensation of the headache washing away was accompanied by another different, though vaguely familiar feeling, like an electric worm snaking through her brain. Twilight felt her mouth go dry. Cotton balls. Was she awake, or asleep? She blinked her eyes, catching only strobe-like flashes of the black tablecloth. Wake up. She was trying to wake up? This was… this was the way she’d felt, after the spell. Not as tired though. Her head felt muddy. Her thoughts were… slow.

“Twilight? Are you sure? Let me take you home if you’re not feeling well.”

Twilight opened her eyes. She blinked one more time before raising her head. The tingle in her brain was leaving now, but her thought still felt cloudy, and muddled. She was on a date, she reminded herself. With… with Lucky.

Bright white coat, and brown mane.

Twilight’s eyes widened of their own accord. In the candlelight, Lucky’s mane flicked with a hint of shadow. It was the perfect contrast to his coat, the perfect pearlescent white of his coat. It looked so soft. Twilight wanted to touch it, to feel its softness. She wanted to touch his mane too, to run her hooves through it, to press her face to it and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of the amazing handsome stallion in front of her.

“No, no no, I’m fine, really. I really am just so excited to be here, on this date. With you.”

Lucky raised an eyebrow, but gave a light smile, happy that Twilight’s moment of distress seemed to have passed. Twilight was staring at him now, gazing into his bright green eyes, drinking in the sight of his body like an expensive wine.

“I did tell you how handsome you look tonight, didn’t I?”

Lucky laughed and grinned wider. “Yes, I believe you did, though thank you again. You look great too, Twilight.”

Twilight’s eyes were half closed, and she leaned forward across the table, next to the candle as she spoke in a low voice.

“Oh, thank you… but I mean, I really must say. You look incredibly sexy right now.”

Lucky coughed, and grinned nervously.

Somewhere in the back of Twilight’s head, an errant thought jumped at her. She had just called a pony ‘sexy’. She couldn’t ever remember having used that word before.

Twilight nudged the candle Carefully out of the way as she leaned even further across the table, her face only inches away from Lucky’s as she spoke almost practically at a whisper. “You look so sexy, I can think of something I’m much hungrier for than dinner.” As she spoke, Twilight lowered one of her hooves to the table, and slid it towards Lucky, placing it seductively on one of his legs. In Twilight’s head, something was screaming at her. One of half of her brain yelling at the other. What had she just said? The impulses making her mouth move were ones she didn’t understand. She just knew that her brain was telling her they were right, and Celestia, she really did think the colt in front of her was sexy. She could feel herself blushing, not just in her face. She was hot all over. Her dress was too stifling. She wanted to rip it off and rub her hot body all over the sexy stallion sitting across the table, to take in the scent of his perfect mane and toned white body, and then plant her mouth on his-

“Woah, Twilight! Let’s, uh, slow things down a little. We just met this morning. Let’s just wait for our meals, and then see where the night goes, okay?”

“But I don’t want to wait,” said Twilight, raising her hoof from Lucky’s leg and planting it firmly aside his neck, an action she mimicked with her other foreleg. “I want you. Right . Now.”

Before she could think about what she was doing, Twilight leaned forward and pressed her mouth into Lucky’s, kissing him forcefully with her hooves on his shoulders. Lucky was too disarmed to respond, and Twilight took the full extent of the opportunity to slather her lips over his, letting out a tiny moan as the heat of the passionate embrace surged through her body. Was this what she had been missing? She couldn’t imagine going through life with any section of her mind locking this away. Nothing she’d ever felt had even come close to rivalling the electric energy coursing through her skin. Hot, he felt so hot. She needed more. She kissed Lucky harder, hungrily sandwiching her mouth against his, pulling him closer in an attempt elevate the pleasure she was already feeling. The sensation was incredible. Time had stopped in Twilight’s mind. She wanted this moment forever, to keep herself locked in this kiss until her body died from the pleasure.

“Ahem.”

The noise from the side of the table brought reality back for a moment. Still, it was Lucky who had to break the kiss, pulling Twilight’s mouth off him with his forelegs. Twilight let out an almost depraved gasp as their mouths separated, and her eyes opened to see the waiter staring at her.

“Excuse me, sir and madam, but this is an establishment with certain standards. Perhaps you would better entertain the remainder of your evening elsewhere?”

Oh Celestia. What had she been doing? The thoughts at the back of Twilight’s mind that had been buried in the ecstasy of the kiss came flooding forward as the reminder of where she was collided with her distracted fantasies. What was she doing? She was on a date with a colt she had met this morning, and she had thrown herself onto him, slobbering all over his face without the slightest provocation.

Before Lucky could open his mouth to attempt to mollify the situation, Twilight’s voice burst out, far louder than anyone else in the restaurant.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry!”

Without further warning, Twilight shoved her chair out from the table and galloped out of the restaurant, leaving a bewildered Lucky sitting wide-eyed at the table by himself.

The sky was dark when Twilight returned home. The door slammed behind her as she made her way into the library, running up the stairs to her bedroom at top speed. Spike caught only a glimpse of her dress flashing past as she disappeared up the steps, followed by the slamming of her bedroom door. As she’d run past, Spike thought he’d heard the sound of tears.

“Twilight?” he called out as he walked up the stairs nervously. He was certain now, he could hear sobbing coming from behind the bedroom door. He knocked on the door without hesitation, calling out again. “Twilight? Are you okay? Did something go wrong on your date?”

Twilight face was a tear-stained mess as she pulled her dress off and threw it to the far corner of her room. She swallowed and tasted salt.

“I’m fine, Spike. It just ended a little earlier than expected,” she said, her voice quavering slightly. She’d stopped crying in earnest on the way home, now simply struggling to fully ground her emotions now that she was back in the comfort of her room. Still, in her head, she was trying to come to grasps with what she had done in the restaurant earlier.

“Are you sure? You don’t want to talk about it-“

“I’m fine. Please, Spike, can you just leave me alone for the rest of the night?”

Spike’s face was heartbroken, but he sighed and made his way downstairs with a downtrodden expression. Twilight, hearing him leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back against the wall of her bedroom, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

She had kissed a colt. Her first kiss, with somepony she had met just that morning. And, what’s more, it had been the best thing she’d ever felt. Before the waiter had interrupted, she’d been lost in the utmost ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Something about the heat of another pony’s mouth on hers, and the way the kiss made her feel Lucky’s whole body as an extension of her own. She could feel the firmness of his frame and every inch of his tantalizingly perfect coat and mane as she’d kissed him. Even thinking back on it, the memory gave her goosebumps.

But that wasn’t like her, at all. Several days ago, she hadn’t even remotely understood the concept of spending an evening with a colt, let alone throwing herself at him like a mare in heat. That was another thing. The kiss had made her feel hot. Burning, almost. Opening her eyes, Twilight raised a hoof to her forehead. Her skin felt like it was on fire, which matched the rest of her body as she ran her hoof experimentally along her neck and other foreleg.

Am I sick?

She remembered the flash she’d felt at dinner, before her body had moved of its own accord, saying things she’d never imagined saying in her wildest imaginings.

I need to cool off.

Drawing herself up from the floor, Twilight made her way to her bedroom window and threw it open. The blast of cool night air streaming inside washed over her, and she sighed, running her hooves back through her hair. She’d remember to keep the window closed, in the hopes that she wouldn’t be bombarded another stream of giggles late at night, but only seconds after opening she heard the familiar sound again, the tell-tale laughter of the still school-aged couple going through their night-time prance right outside her house. Still finding herself overcome with morbid curiousity, Twilight peeked her head out the window, scanning the ground below for where the couple might wind up this night.

She saw they were wasting less and less time each evening before getting down to business. Only a second of laughter had proceeded the pair tumbling into the grass, pressing their mouths together and running their hooves over one another’s bodies. It was shameless the way they caressed each other in public like that.

Twilight thought she heard the sound of a soft moan escaping from the girl’s lips, drifting up through the air to her bedroom window.

Suddenly, she felt hot again.

The sound entered her ear and sent an electric shock through her brain. Instantly, she felt her legs grow weaker, and she braced herself on the window-frame to keep herself upright.

Those two ponies outside her window were touching each other, rubbing their bodies together. Last night she’d caught them going further than that, and now they were leading up to it again. If she kept watching, they’d be rutting any minute.

“Oh,” Twilight caught herself moaning without warning. Her hoof flew to her to her mouth to muffle the sound, but it had already escaped. Anxious, she held her breath, but a moment’s observation assured her that the couple on the ground had far more important things to concern themselves with than the sound of somepony watching them. They were lost in their own world. The pegasus girl’s attention seemed to be particularly devoted elsewhere as she laid the male down on his back, then slowly licked her tongue down his body towards-

Oh.

Twilight felt her knees shake again. Of its own accord, her other foreleg moved, this time downward, between her legs. She let it rest on the inside of her leg for a moment. Hot, so hot. Twilight kept her eyes locked on the couple, the pegasus now paying very detailed attention to colt’s lower region. Even in the dark, Twilight could see what she was doing. Her tongue was still tracing languidly over his skin, now circling the base of what Twilight could see clearly was the colt’s engorged member. Instantly, it occurred to her that it must be quite large if she could make it out from so many feet away. Involuntarily, she let out another moan, this time muffled by the hoof in her mouth, which she bit down on, hard. Hot. Her other hoof slid lower, between her legs.

Oh.

She’d never felt something like this before. Down there, her skin was so hot… and wet. Dripping wet, like a faucet. Had she…? No, this was something different. So much better than anything she’d ever felt. Her hoof moved with its own intuition, pressing into her dripping folds. The shock of pleasure made her gasp again, mouth still wrapped around her other hoof. She closed her eyes for a moment, pressing down with her hoof. Her hips moved to meet the motion involuntarily, and she repeated the motion several times, thrusting wildly into her own touch. So good. She opened her eyes again, scanning for a moment to recollect her vision, needing to find the couple again.

There they were. The girl was upright now, but the colt was still laying on his back. Their bodies were close together, and the girl was bobbing up and down in the night, her head lolling back, mane tossing back and forth as she rode.

They’re fucking, Twilight thought. She’d never used that word before, wasn’t sure where it had come from. But it felt right. Dirty, almost. It made her skin tingle a little. Fucking, she thought again, and pressed her hoof down onto the top of her slit. Something there felt even better. Her hindquarters moved forward again, and she moaned long and hard into her hoof’s makeshift gag. Fucking right in front of me. I’m watching them fuck. Twilight closed her eyes again, losing herself in the pleasure her hoof was bringing. As she did so, an image flashed through her mind, of Lucky, his white coat lying beneath her as she lowered herself down onto his-

Oh, Celestia.

Twilight had never wanted anything more in her life than in that moment. The thought made her mind burn, a white hot desire scorching away across her impulses. Her hips jutted forward, hard, and she rubbed her clit furiously, letting out a long continuous moan into her hoof. The pleasure flowing through her body was overwhelming. Her legs were shaking as she supported herself leaning on the window sill. It felt like she was going to explode, she’d never imagined anything could be this good. She need to scream, to burst into a wave of violent ecstasy. Her eyes opened again, and she saw the couple instantly, the pegasus burying herself in the blue colt’s mane, still bouncing her backside up and down, riding his cock without abandon. The sight was enough to throw Twilight over the edge, and she screamed, her hoof thrashing wildly between her legs as she came. Her skin was fire, and the juices pouring out of her body seemed to double, gushing onto her hoof as she bucked forward over and over, riding the cascade of ecstasy until it finally faded, upon which she collapsed backwards, falling clumsily into a pile of books and papers.

“So… good…” she muttered to herself, eyes rolling back in her head as she closed them.

But a thought nagged at the back of her mind as she lay there, revelling in the aftermath of her first orgasm. This wasn’t her. She’d never behaved this way before, learned any of those words, or ever thought about kissing a colt, let alone fucking him. So why now, when she thought of lowering her quivering marehood onto Lucky’s cock, or any stallion’s cock, did the imagining make her feel so good?

The spell must be stronger than she thought.

Her body aching, Twilight pulled herself upwards, standing with some difficulty. She grasped her journal with a glow of her magic, flipping open the pages to her last entry. She thought for a moment, before levitating her pen, dipping it in the inkwell several times.

“This isn’t good… it’s too much. I wanted to help myself understand something, not let it take over my head completely...”

Taking several deep breaths, Twilight put her pen to paper.

June 26th,
After my date went differently then planned, I’m prepared to believe I may have made some miscalculations in regards to the spell’s construction. I intend to spend the next twenty-four hours examining my formulas and seeing what can be asc… asc… Twilight scratched the word out in frustration. learned about how it is affecting my personality. The spell seems to have changed the way my mind works more than anticipated. I find many of my thoughts are consumed by… romance, or something closely related. It is a fascination which I am not sure is healthy, though it is so far an improvement from lack of understanding. Hopefully further research will help discover a way to bring about a healthy balance between the two mindsets. For the sake of posterity, the date itself was fine. The colt in question was incredibly handsome, and I believe that even without altering my thoughts I would have been interested in him. Kissing him felt fantastic, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. If he were standing right here in front of me, I’d happily take his tongue into my mouth and rub my hooves along his body, then press my skin onto his, letting him feel how hot he was making me. Then I’d-
Twilight caught herself writing with her eyes practically closed. Her hoof had drifted downward of its own accord, stopping just shy of the still flowing wetness between her legs. Biting her lip nervously, she scratched out the beginnings of the last sentence, and finished the page with a final addendum.

Needless to say, I find myself rapidly understanding the attraction of romance as a pursuit or interest. I just hope it is not at too great a cost for now.
She chewed the feather of her pen for a minute before jotting down the final piece of the entry.

Infatuation: a strong attraction to or fondness for.

Closing the journal, she returned it to its place on her desk before turning to face the pile of research materials littering her bedroom. Research, she decided, could wait until the next morning. Right now, she was exhausted.

Tossing herself into bed with a sigh, Twilight flicked out the light to her bedroom and wrapped herself in her blanket, trying to clear her mind and drift to sleep. The instant she closed her eyes, however, she found her mind’s eye plastered with the sight outside her window from just minutes ago. That colt’s giant cock, and the way the pegasus had licked it so seductively before riding, throwing her head back in pleasure…

Twilight’s hoof snaked down her body and pressed against her damp slit, rubbing up and down several times before making its way to her sensitive clit.

One more before bed couldn’t be a terrible idea.

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The next morning found Twilight still in bed, and it wasn’t until the early afternoon that she awoke. As her eyes opened and the sunlight ushered her into consciousness, Twilight noticed the stickiness of her bed-sheets. She’d gotten to bed later than she’d intended, upon remembrance.

Today, there was work to be done. Tossing her blankets to the side with a flash of violet from her horn, Twilight raised herself from the bed and carefully lowered her hooves into the detritus of research materials.

Something had gone wrong with the spell, whether in its initial construction or the repeat casting. It’s possible the original design was intended to deliver continuous impulse direction through a longer duration – Twilight wasn’t sure, not being the constructer of the original incantation. Either way, it was effective, but stronger than she wanted. A healthy appetite or interest in romance while not being completely sex-obsessed was the perfect compromise, and Twilight hoped dearly that she could find some way to engineer the result properly. So, there was studying to be done.

Deciding to forgo breakfast, Twilight made her way to the stack of study journals and notes she’d made several nights previous. She leafed through them absent-mindedly for several minutes, letting her eyes wander over the pages in the hopes that an immediate solution might jump out at her. She didn’t expect any such thing, but it would be nice to save herself the day’s work. Several pages into a likely looking dissertation, Twilight caught herself reading over the sentence three times in a row. Something was keeping her from focusing. She sighed and shifted her hind legs, then gasped as she immediately realized the source of her distraction. She was still soaking wet.

But, I… three times before I went to bed… For someone with no interest in sex, Twilight had set her first personal record for masturbation before she finally fell asleep, sweaty but content. So why was she still…

Her hoof moving on its own again drew a sharp gasp as she began to fondle her clit again, not wasting any time. No matter how many times she touched it, each one felt as amazing as the last. She shut her eyes, grinding her hoof down hard as her hips gyrated. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered to herself. The profanity felt good. She never would have imagined swearing with any regularity two days ago, but now the word felt natural. She thought it to herself again. Fuck. It was a word with implications.

Fuck. Fuck. I’d love to get some colt to fuck me, Twilight thought, surprising herself with her own vulgarity. But the thoughts made her body feel hotter, and the touch of her hoof so much better, so she continued. “If there was somepony here right now, a great big stallion, I’d lay him down and take his… c-cock into my mouth,” Twilight’s hips jutted forward as the word escaped her lips, and she gasped before continuing. “and I’d like it up and down, and let him… let him f-f-fuck my f-face…” Twilight’s legs were moving wildly now, her hoof a lilac blur at the top of her pussy, which was leaking a steady stream of her juice onto the papers underneath her. It felt even better when she said it. Dirtier, more real. And she meant every word of it, oh Celestia did she mean it, she’d been thinking about it all night, slobbering all over Lucky’s penis, anyone’s penis, getting it all wet and hard before she lowered herself onto it, letting it slide inside her dripping wetness-

Twilight’s orgasm surprised her, and she let out a high-pitched moan as her body shivered, spraying a violent splash of girlcum onto the papers and bedroom floor. She panted heavily for several breaths while leaning on her desk, trying to collect herself. Her body was tingling, as though somepony had pricked every inch of her skin with tiny electric needles. Why did it feel so good, why couldn’t she stop thinking about what she wanted to do with somepony, anypony with a hard cock to pound inside her-

“No! Twilight, focus, come on. You need to do this, or…” her sentence trailed off as the possibility of some unforeseen consequence drifted through her thoughts. She needed to do this, or… she’d spend the rest of her life obsessing over the thought of some stallion’s cock? That wasn’t what she wanted, no matter how good the thought made her feel. With a staunch effort of determination, Twilight cemented her eyes on the page in front of her, levitating her pen from its well and beginning another entry of scribbled notes. She stood like that the next ten minutes, reading and writing frantically, before, on its trip back from the inkwell, her pen floated somewhere other than the page of notes in front of her. The words on the page in front of her disappeared as her eyes closed and the feather floated below her body, hovering back and forth just between her legs.

“Oh…” she moaned, planting her forehead on the desk and rocking her hips back and forwards.

She was sure she could do this, finish whatever research she needed to – it just might require longer than she had anticipated.

Spike had committed the majority of his afternoon running errands, and he was surprised to find the hands on the clock at eight and fifteen as he closed the door to the library behind him. As he lowered his package of groceries and other assorted items collected during the day onto the kitchen table, he called out up the stairs.

“Twilight, are you home?” He hadn’t seen the unicorn all day, and given the events of yesterday, he was more than a little worried about her. The groceries could wait a moment to be put away while he checked up on his closest friend.

As Spike made his way up the stairs, he yelled towards the bedroom again. “Twilight, are you in there? I haven’t seen you all day. I just wanted to check to make sure you’re okay-“ Spike’s coughed before finishing his sentence. He was half-way up the stairs when the smell hit him, almost strong enough to make his eyes water. It was a scent he couldn’t place, a mix of sweat, and… something else. Where had he smelled that before? Whatever it was, it was very, very strong. Curious, he sniffed for a moment. The smell still didn’t reveal itself, and his mind reeled to describe it. Strong, salty, like unwashed clothes, but a little more… Like somepony had just run a marathon and forgotten to shower for days afterwards, but with something else, like…

Spike noticed something pulling him out of his train of thought, something he hadn’t expected to bother him out of nowhere. Even though no one else was around, he began to blush, and instinctively lowered his claws to his waist, trying to shield his awakening erection from sight. Though, as he turned his head in the narrow staircase, he realized there wasn’t anypony around to witness his spontaneous arousal. He couldn’t think of anything that would have provoked that kind of reaction, other than that smell…

Taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself down, Spike smiled as his stiffness lowered, returning to its normally recoiled posture. Properly composed, he continued his journey up the stairs, finally reaching the door to Twilight’s bedroom. Figuring she must surely be awake at this time of the day, Spike knocked once before opening the door. “Twilight, I hope you’re awake, there’s no reason you should be sleeping in this late-“

Spike chocked on the last of his sentence as the smell he had caught a whiff of on the stairs hit him like a truck, a thousand times stronger. The sight in front of him made the unplaceable element immediately evident.

Twilight was sprawled out on the side of her bed, her forelegs in front of her with her hindquarters hanging over the edge of her mattress. Her face was buried in a pile of haphazardly scattered bedsheets, and her horn was glowing brightly, though Spike couldn’t see the focus of its magic. What he did see, however, was Twilight’s hindquarters splayed out in front of him, her legs parted obscenely. Her legs were slick with fluid, and the ground below her was practically a small puddle, covered in what looked to be the results of several orgasms in the same spot, resulting in repeated gushes of moisture from subsequent climaxes. Twilight’s hindquarters were gyrating back and forth, and Spike heard her moaning into the fabric of her sheets, apparently clenched between her teeth as she groaned and rocked her hips. She hadn’t even heard him come in.

Spike’s cock immediately sprang to attention, but he ignored it for the moment.

“Twilight? What on earth are you doing?”

This finally seemed to catch Twilight’s attention. She turned her head wearily, spitting out the mouthful of fabric as she did so. Her body stopped moving as well, and her horn’s glow vanished as she slowly opened her eyes to find the startled dragon staring at her from the entrance to her bedroom.

“Spike?” she mumbled hazily. “What are you… I was…”

Spike stood open mouthed as Twilight groggily assembled the pieces of her sentence. Her thoughts felt so blurry. What had she been doing? All she could remember was the thought of bending over for some imaginary stallion to mount her, and how good it had felt to touch herself, using her magic instead of her hooves as she had envisioned that thick cock pistoning in and out of her aching pussy…

Spike. Spike was there, her assistant Spike, and he had just seen her masturbating. Twilight’s pleasure subsided as the embarrassment emerged, flushing her face even brighter red than it had been a moment ago.

“Oh, no, Spike! Oh, I’m so sorry, I was just…” What could she tell him? That she had spent the entire day flitting back and forth between fruitless research and pleasuring herself? Even on her own body, Twilight could smell how powerful the aroma was. It permeated her entire room, the mingling scent of sweat and her day’s worth of soaking self-pleasure. Her mane was a mess, frazzled in most places and slick with natural oils in sweat and others. Her whole body felt like she’d been rolled through a giant pool of sticky liquid, and the floor was soaked in random places where she had stopped abruptly, needing to cum before doing anything else. Her bed was a catastrophe, pillows and blankets drenched with her juice, and torn up from their properly made places in the fury of her fantasies. And now, Spike was staring at her dripping slit, still soaked from her half-finished session that he had walked in on.

The mix of embarrassment and still lingering arousal left Twilight searching for words. She didn’t know what to say. Her brain felt fuzzy again, starting to hurt, like before at the restaurant. She shut her eyes as the pain increased, and her legs gave out spontaneously, sending her falling to the floor.

“Unnhh…” Twilight let out a groan, grasping her hooves to her forehead in an attempt to alleviate the sudden onset headache. The fireworks were starting again, electric fireworks, her head felt like it was going to explode.

Spike rushed to her downed figure immediately, his erection still at full size as he ran forward, paying it no attention. “Twilight!” he yelled, kneeling down and placing his claws on Twilight’s head as she clenched her jaw, slowly moving her head back and forth. “You’re burning!” he exclaimed, drawing his hand back. Twilight simply groaned in response. Her head, it hurt too much, she had to make it stop.

Suddenly, like a damn breaking, the pain was gone, replaced again by the sensation of awakening, a hundred times in an instant. Twilight gasped as the absence of agony replaced itself with the strange feeling of half-aware lucidity. Anything would feel good after the pain of the headache’s sudden impact.

“Twilight, answer me. Are you okay?” Spike pressed his claws to either side of Twilight’s face, lifting her head up off the ground. Twilight opened her eyes partially, vision blurring in front of her. She saw Spike’s green eyes staring back with a face of utter concern. “Do you need me to go get somepony, or a doctor?”

Did she need him to get somepony… was she alright? Twilight’s gaze floated downward slightly. She saw the piles of books behind Spike, toppled into various wet spots on the carpet… and lower down, what was that?

A tingle shot up Twilight’s spine, and she clenched her hind legs instinctively.

There was Spike’s hard cock, pointing straight at her only inches away from her face. Instinctively, she licked her lips.

She’d been thinking about that all day, spreading her legs and taking some stallion’s cock inside, getting pounded until she couldn’t stand up, cumming again and again until she passed out. It was always a stallion in her fantasies, a faceless colt ravaging her and sending her body into throes of pleasure beyond belief. But why had she restrained herself when there was a perfectly able-bodied suitor just downstairs?

Spike could sense the change in Twilight’s demeanour, at least a shift away from her distress. As long as she was okay, he was happy.

“No, Spike, I’m fine... actually, I’m really happy to see you.”

“Are you sure?” Spike asked, missing the sultry edge to Twilight’s voice as she lifted her head on her own. Her eyes floated hungrily over the young dragon’s body, lingering especially long on his still painfully obvious erection. Spike was still too concerned for Twilight’s well-being for it to occur to him that his cock was sticking straight towards Twilight’s face. Though he was still just a baby dragon, his member was an impressive length for his frame – not as long as a proper stallion’s, but more than anything Twilight had felt before. She wanted it, badly.

“Yes, I’m very sure, Spike. I’m fine. And, I’m about to be even better…”

Twilight lunged forward without warning, planting her mouth firmly on Spike’s proudly standing erection. Spike gasped, his body suddenly overcome with a pleasurable sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Despite the overwhelming feeling of Twilight’s mouth wrapped around his dick, he pulled his hips back instinctively, to surprised to let Twilight’s action go without response. “Twilight, what-“ he started, but found his sentence cut off as Twilight shoved him forwards, landing on his back on the carpet and assortment of papers and books with a small ‘oof’.

“Hush, Spike. I know you must be hurting, with such a big, wonderful cock like that not getting any attention. Let me make it feel all better.”

Before the dragon could respond, Twilight opened her mouth and took the whole of Spike’s length inside it, slurping obscenely as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft. Spike could only groan in response, rolling his head back in pleasure.

Twilight didn’t know where any of those words had come from. She was sucking a cock, Spike’s cock. The young dragon she’d raised from birth as her assistant and closest friend, and she had thrown him to the ground and gobbled down his erection like it was a morsel to a dying pony. Something in the back of her head nagged at her, trying to force some kind of remorse, or at the very least an awareness of what she was doing, and how it might be wrong – but the forefront of her consciousness ignored every word. She was in heaven. The first cock she’d ever sucked, and it felt so good. She could feel her juices pouring down her legs again, soaking the carpet below her. So good, she thought to herself, bobbing her head up and down just the way she’d seen the pegasus outside her window do the night before. The feeling of the stiff rod in her mouth was incredible. It was hard, but yielding, and soft on her tongue when she pressed it into the base of Spike’s shaft, nuzzling her nose into his scales as she pushed her head forward, deep-throating him repeatedly. Spike continued groaning, the high-pitch of his still young voice bouncing off the walls of Twilight’s bedroom. He breathed deeply as Twilight continued to suck, and the scent of her overpowering musk hit him again, making his cock twitch in Twilight’s throat.

The sensation of his first blowjob was too much. Spike started to thrust his hips upward, clenching his claws into the carpet beside him.

“Twilight, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna-“

Twilight moaned onto Spike’s dick, prompting him to interrupt his own sentence with a uncontrolled groan. True to his word, Twilight bobbed her head for a few more seconds before feeling the young dragon’s organ twitch, followed by a spray of cum right into the back of her throat. She practically came from the sensation, and didn’t stop moving her head for a second as she swallowed every drop of Spike’s sperm, moaning continuously onto his throbbing erection as she guzzled it down. Spike’s orgasm lasted longer than any he’d had before, which had mostly consisted of the odd errant self-pleasuring session on a night when thoughts of Rarity kept him awake. This was a hundred times better, a million.

Finally, the spurts of cum in Twilight’s mouth subsided, and she withdrew her mouth from Spike’s dick with a pop. A tiny dribble of white liquid trickled out over her lower lip, and she licked it up hungrily, giggling to herself.

Spike propped himself up on his shoulders. His face was a mixture of concern and utter surprise. Before he could speak, Twilight took the initiative, shoving him back to the ground with one of her hooves. His cock was still hard and bright red, standing up straight as Twilight pressed herself onto it, grinding her chest and stomach up its hard length. Spike groaned again, his eyes closing as the sensation of Twilight’s body made him twitch again.

“Spike, I want you, so badly. I’ve been needing someone, anyone to fuck me, all day, and now you’re here, and it’s so perfect.” Twilight whispered the words into Spike’s ear as she pressed herself into him continually, nipping at his ears and neck with each thrust of her frame. Spike could feel the wetness on her lower stomach and the top of her slit as she reached the apex of each movement, and he groaned as the tip of his cock touched Twilight’s moist lips for just an instant each time.

“Twilight, what’s gotten into you? This isn’t… we shouldn’t…”

“Smell me Spike. Smell how wet I am, for you.” Twilight pressed her body into Spike’s face, and he inhaled deeply, taking in a huge wave of her scent. The unwashed musk of a day’s fervent masturbation floated into his nostrils, and his cock twitched again, now poking against the entrance to Twilight’s hole as she raised herself even higher to give him a full compliment of her smell. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Spike?” she continued, her eyes closed, head rolling around in ecstasy. Even the anticipation of Spike’s cock inside her was driving her wild, she felt like she might die from the thought alone. “Taste me, I want you to taste me, and then let me fuck you. I’ll do all the work, you don’t have to move a muscle, just let me get that delicious cock inside me.”

Twilight sounded delirious. She grabbed Spike’s face between her hooves, and he opened his mouth as directed, his long forked tongue hanging out as Twilight continued to rub her sweat body all over the helpless dragon’s face. The taste of sweat and feminine musk drifted over his tastebuds. His cock was now practically swimming in Twilight’s juices as she slid her lips up and down it over and over. The dragon opened his mouth again, perhaps to utter one last feeble protest, but Twilight cut him off with the presence of her own mouth, grinding her lips against his. Her tongue quickly followed suit, and Spike caught himself meeting the motions involuntarily, snaking his long tendril like appendage around Twilight’s warm hot mouth. Twilight was panting, breaking the kiss every few seconds for air, all the while grinding herself up and down Spike’s body, teasing the head of his cock just outside the entrance to her waiting pussy, over and over again, almost in. So good, it felt so good, Twilight’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head, the anticipation was too much, she needed it, needed Spike’s cock inside her.

Spike gasped as the wetness finally enveloped his shaft, plunging his head deep inside Twilight’s vagina and bottoming out immediately. Twilight screamed as her hips met Spike’s, and she started to grind herself against the dragon beneath her, aching for as much of as cock inside her as she could get.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out loud enough to shake the walls of her bedroom, sending a stack of papers tumbling off the desk nearby. “Oh, Spike, yes, so good, it feels so good, I need you so much, need you to fuck me, need your cock…” Twilight was babbling frantically now, slamming her hips up and down taking the whole of Spike’s cock inside her as she did so. The dragon’s scales were soaked from Twilight’s moisture, and his claws were digging holes in the carpet as Twilight road him, her frazzled sweat mane swaying back and forth as her head turned with each slam of her body downward. Even though he had cum just moments ago, Spike could feel an ache in his testicles brewing again. The feeling of Twilight’s hot and wet insides wrapped around his dick was too much to bear. Coupled with Twilight’s insane passion and almost detached screaming, Spike didn’t feel like he’d last much longer.

If Twilight noticed, she gave no sign. She was in her own world, running her hooves over her own body and screaming out louder and louder with each bob of her flank on Spike’s cock. His hips were thrusting up to meet her, and every time Twilight felt the base of his shaft against her body she felt like she might die. The pleasure was unbelievable. Nothing was in her mind anymore, there was only enough room for focus on the ecstasy of Spike inside her. This was the best thing she’d ever felt. Heaven, bliss, she only wanted it to last for eternity, to go on forever, the most amazing feeling-

“Ahhhhhhh!” Twilight felt herself cum without warning, and her world exploded into fireworks again, this time in her eyes, flashes of light streaking across the blackness as she clenched them shut tight. She ground her body into Spike’s with unrelenting force, pressing the young dragon into the carpet with enough strength to move him backward several inches. The clenching of Twilight’s pussy around his dick was too much for Spike to take, and before he could give warning he exploded inside the screaming unicorn riding on top of him. Spike’s orgasm was relatively silent, at least drowned out by the force of Twilight’s cries. Despite his earlier climax, his second load was just as impressive, if not more so, as though his body could sense the nature of the situation. Twilight’s moan turned into a drawn out gasp as she felt Spike’s cock twitch and surge as it filled her with what felt like a gallon of cum. It was enough to trickle out of her entrance, sliding down the length of Spike’s cock and pooling on his stomach as Twilight finished riding out the last of her climax. She grit her teeth furiously, pressing herself into Spike a few more times before finally pulling herself off. Her pussy dropped a small puddle of his cum as she moved, falling backwards onto the floor, now soaked with three different fluids: her sweat, juice, and now Spike’s cum.

The pony and dragon both lay on their backs for a minute, panting and gasping for air after their vigorous fuck session. Twilight was the first to move, propping herself up on her forelegs behind her back and staring at Spike’s body, arching with each long breath he took in an effort to collect himself.

“More,” she whispered to herself, and moved towards the dragon again.

Pleasant Interuption

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Twilight opened her eyes to the brightness of the mid-day sun pouring through her bedroom window. She blinked several times, trying to clear the remnants of sleep from her eyes, shifting to her other side as she did so. Instead of the comfort of her soft mattress, she felt the unyielding carpeted floor beneath her skin.

Her mouth felt like sandpaper. She opened and closed it several times, trying to force some kind of moisture, but only found herself resenting the feeling of her tongue lolling around like a piece of dry rubber. Her head spun slightly as she attempted to stand up, and she was forced back to the ground, blinking blearily into the sun.

“Ugh… why do I feel so terrible?” she asked herself, if for no reason other than to force the question into contemplation. The events of last night were a blur. She remembered, with a flush of red to her cheeks, the way she had spent the day time, half-way between research and self-pleasure. So what had she done that had made her feel so awful the day after?

As she attempted to right her posture again, Twilight’s hoof touched a patch of carpet that scrunched under her hoof. She looked around her feet as she shakily stood up, and noticed similar patches scattered among the books and scrambled papers, spots that looked as though they had been the victims of particularly large spills. “What…” she started, surveying the rest of the room, but losing the words as her eyes fell on the sleeping figure of Spike only feet away.

The memories flashed across her mind all at once, almost enough to send her reeling back to the floor. Weakly, as if still waking from the dream, Twilight tentatively touched one of her hooves to her hind leg, and drew it back suddenly as she felt the dried crunchy remnants of the evening’s activities. She looked down to see her stomach painted in a crunchy clear code, an off-shade of white.

Her mind raced to recall the extent of what had happened. She’d spent the whole day… and then when Spike had gotten home…

Perhaps because an evening of rigorous intercourse had at last cleared her head properly, for the first time in over a day, the consequences of Twilight’s rapid change in personality seemed to finally make an impact. She fell to the floor, resting on her hind legs and sitting upright, staring wide-eyed into nothing. Her mouth searched for words, but nothing came.

This is bad, very bad, the spell is working too well. I didn’t think it would be a constant change like this, I just wanted one quick adjustment and then no more, this is bad, really bad… I fu- slept with Spike…Twilight made a conscious effort to avoid the use of the vulgar vocabulary she had begun to assimilate over the past few days, already struggling with herself internally. I need to fix this, I need to do something, this is only going to keep getting worse. I don’t want this, I don’t want to spend every minute of the day wet and aching for some hard stallion to- No!
Twilight shook her head in attempt to clear the constant naggings of her subconscious, already sending the first waves of heat flowing along her body. Her eyes landed on Spike again, snoring as though he would never wake for a thousand years. Her mind flashed back to last night – no doubt Spike would be spent for a while yet. Though, if she woke him up the right way, she might be able to get another round or two-

No! Twilight screamed at herself, shaking her head again with extra force. I need to get to work. If everything up to this point is consistent, the more I think about… that… the worse I get at thinking about other things. I need to take this time to work, and figure out what in Equestria went wrong when I made that spell.

Knowing that even a glass of ice cold water delivered by a marching band wouldn’t have woken Spike, Twilight didn’t hesitate before levitating the sleeping dragon off her floor and floating him out the door to her bedroom. As she lead him down the stairway and into one of the living room chairs where he fell soundly, still snoring, Twilight finally realized one of the reasons Spike had been so insistent on his own bedroom. She made a vow to herself that if she managed to avoid her brain turning into a pile of sex-obsessed mush, she’d make sure to be more considerate of the young dragon’s feelings, especially if the mere smell of Twilight was enough to get him ready to go.

Now being assured some privacy, Twilight closed the door to her room with a flash, and for the first time in days, made an effort to collect the piles of scattered papers around her room. She knew she could lose her whole day organizing, so she selected only choice pieces, the ones she recognized from her first bout of research that had lead to her redesigning of the spell.
The initial rewiring incantation had consistent results, it didn’t mention anything about multiple onsets of different brain chemistry. I must have gotten something wrong in the calculations, or my re-casting may have screwed the whole thing up.

Twilight swept a mass of old notes onto the floor beside her desk and laid the research papers she had collected onto the wood. All I need to do is analyze the original case-study some more, and figure out where my spell differs from the original. Then, I just make a correction, use it to reverse the current spell, and it should- Twilight’s eyes forced themselves into a hard blink, and the instant her eyes closed, her mind filled with images. Jumbled scenes jumped through her thoughts: the night with Spike, herself, bent over the bed and presenting to an invisible suitor, Lucky pressing her down and taking her with his-

Ugh! Twilight shook her head furiously. Need to concentrate. This is important. It’s im- impera- really important that I figure this out she reminded herself. What word had she been searching for? Impish? Impressive? Like the length of Lucky’s no doubt impressive-

Twilight slammed one of her hooves onto the desk, and the jolt of pain from her foot colliding with the sturdy wood sent a flash of clarity through her mind, jarring her vulgar thoughts away for at least a moment. She would will herself into concentration no matter what the cost. Though, there was a very important first step she’d neglected. Turning without delay, Twilight levitated her bound journal and inkwell over to her desk, flipping the book open to its last dated page.

June 27th,
The spell is taking very sig- sign – big control over the rest of my thoughts. Very important that I study and reverse it. Will spend day thinking on how to fix. No more time for writing.
Garg – Sens – Ravis – Im..perative; Very important.

Twilight closed the journal with a snap. She closed her eyes for a moment, and in doing so, noticed the very present warmth washing through her body. Nervously, she dipped one of her hooves downward, touching herself very tentatively.

“Ah!” Her body shuddered in instant response to her touch, but she drew her hoof away, soaking. Gritting her teeth, she turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, though her hind legs were already grinding together.

The rest of the day was a struggle.

The sun faded from the sky sooner than Twilight had anticipated. She had failed to check the time when she had awoken, but now guessed it to be around mid-evening. That meant it would be proper night soon, and she had made very little progress. It was hard to concentrate when every errant touch of an object of material sent shivers up her spine accompanied by provocative images flashing across her mind’s eye. Still, she had notes, and a basic foundation for what she hoped would at least prove an effective stop-gap. That would give her more time to work, and form there she could-

Twilight’s thoughts were jarred by a noise from outside her window. She’d opened it after an hour or two, finding the heat of her own body, as well as the smell of the room after the last evening’s activities to be almost unbearable. The breeze wafting in had cooled her down, and made the smell of her own sex less present, helping her keep her mind relatively focused.

Again. She heard the giggle trailing through the air up to her window. She remembered what that sound meant.

She had watched them two nights ago. Fucking. Her legs seized together. No. She had to keep working. Important.

Another giggle. She needed to see them. The pegasus riding that stallion’s big juicy cock-

No.

But-

Twilight clenched her eyes shut tight, struggling with the two sides of her mind colliding furiously. Want. She wanted it so badly. But she couldn’t. If she let herself watch, she knew she’d-

She had to get them away. To go out and tell them off. Running before her brain gave her more time to think, Twilight dashed down the stairs and out the front door of the library, running around the house as fast as she could, hoping to catch the couple before they had started their nightly affair. Then she could continue working in relative peace. She felt confident as she rounded the corner to the relatively secluded patch of grass sheltered in the shade of the sizable library.

Her eyes locked onto the purple-haired pegasus’s mouth as she moved it up and down, slathering the length of the boy’s cock, the spit shining in the moonlight.

“No,” Twilight whispered to herself, feeling the heat rising from between her legs and coursing along her entire body. She pressed her hooves together and reached them low, clenching her hind legs and shutting her eyes. “No no no no no no no, can’t, can’t watch...”

The couple was oblivious to her dilemma, with the girl in particular very engaged in her activity. The stallion seemed to be enjoying himself, groaning quietly into the night as the pegasus worked her mouth up and down his shaft, letting out the occasional moan of pleasure as she gulped his length down repeatedly.

Twilight opened her eyes and saw the stallion’s cock standing straight up, glowing with the light from the stars as the girl raised her mouth to the head, and then vanishing as she went down with a soft slurping sound each time.

Want. She wanted to be that girl. She wanted that cock in her mouth, the whole thing for her to suck on and lick and tease, and ride and be pounded by.

“Nonononono, please… hnnn…” Twilight fought with herself from feet away. Evidently the last of her groans was enough to draw the attention of the couple, and the girl paused with the tip of her partner’s cock in her mouth, tilting her head to the side before pulling herself off with a pop. “Blues? Did you hear something?”

Blues opened his eyes as if suddenly realizing he was awake and having his dick sucked in a still technically public place. “Huh? No, I didn’t hear anything.” He gestured imploringly at his now exposed member, twitching at the height of its stiffness and swaying ever so slightly, spit trickling down to the base of his shaft. The pegasus gave another cursory glance around, but was unable to see Twilight struggling with her hoof between her legs only feet away, and so returned to her blowjob without protest.

Twilight couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed that cock inside her. However, wherever, she didn’t care, she couldn’t think about anything other than that delicious rod plunging into her mouth, or pounding her from behind.

The speed of her approach gave the couple little time to react, and it was fast enough to let Twilight lift Showers from her fellatio and throw her a foot away with a burst of magic. Twilight knelt to replace her instantly, taking Blues’s length in one gulp, bottoming his head against the back of her throat. The colt was much bigger than Spike, but Twilight’s actions were blinded by desire, and the second the giant cock-head touched inside her Twilight moaned, sending a shiver up Blues’s spine. He was oblivious to the switch, but Showers was quick to pick herself up and protest.

“Hey, what the heck?” The pegasus turned her attention back to her boyfriend, only to find Twilight contently swallowing his penis again and again, moaning to herself the whole while. “Oh my gosh, get off him!” The protest was the best she could muster, given the circumstance.

It was also enough to get Blues to open his eyes, upon which a quick glance downward revealed that the pony slathering their mouth on his dick was not his pegasus girlfriend. He shouted and pulled his body back by impulse only, though a section of his brain screamed at him for depriving it of the overeager pleasure of Twilight’s fellatio. The absurdity of a random pony sucking his cock took him a moment to process, but eventually he managed to form some approximation of a protest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said, Drawing himself upright and finding Showers at his side, wrapping her legs around his body as he stood on two legs. Twilight looked up at the pair, and the glimmer of the moon caught her eyes, bright violent shimmering in the dark and making her look like a mare possessed.

“Please, let me… I need it…” Twilight lunged towards Blues with her mouth open, like a foal in search of a bottle, but the colt stepped back just in time to avoid Twilight’s assault on his still enlarged member, which swung absurdly in the moonlight as he avoided her.

“You crazy bitch! You can’t just shove me off my boyfriend and start sucking him off like that! I’m gonna go get the Ponyville police, and they’ll-“

“Please, I need it, so bad! I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll get both of you off, but please, I need someone to fuck me!” Twilight interrupted, turning from her fallen position at the pair’s feet and presenting herself, spreading her hind legs wide and displaying her dripping plot for all to see. Showers recoiled again, but she found her movement halted by Blues stationary frame, her hooves still wrapped around his body.

“Blues! Come on, let’s leave this crazy slut-“

“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you two out here!” Twilight yelled, turning her head to face the couple as she stood still bent over. “I know you’re out here every night with each other, and neither of you would want anypony to find out. I’ll keep it a secret if you’ll help me, please…”

The couple shared a glance. Did she really know about their almost nightly romps in relatively plain-sight? If the town found out, they’d be ridiculed, maybe even excommunicated. The two spoke a volume of contemplation in their locked eyes, neither of them knowing what to say to the absurdity of the situation. Showers turned her head first, her mouth opening to speak, but found herself cut short as Twilight bowled her over, pushing her body to the ground. Before she could shout in protest, she found her lips locked with Twilight’s, the heat of the unicorn’s body coursing through the joining and sending a shiver up her spine. Twilight’s arousal seemed almost contagious, and the absolute depravity of Twilight’s slobbery open-mouthed kiss was enough to keep her disarmed for a moment. When the kiss finally broke, Showers found herself panting, a strand of saliva hanging between her mouth and Twilight’s. Twilight stretched the strand out as she moved her body lower, lapping experimentally at Shower’s exposed slit, which prompted another shiver from the mare, along with the quietest moan. Twilight licked several times along the pegasus’s wet opening, sliding her tongue through the slick folds and up over her clit with each lap, every touch of the pleasure button drawing another squeak. She paused for a moment, replacing her mouth with the touch of one of her hooves, which she pressed on Showers’s clit in circles, eliciting a long series of drawn out moans.

“Please… I can’t take it anymore. I’ll make you cum as much as you want, just fuck me, now, please,” Twilight begged, turning her face back to Blue and pleading to him with her violet eyes wide.

Blues was stunned. The request sunk into his mind as Twilight resumed her attention of his girlfriend’s sopping wetness, licking up and down in long eager strokes. As Twilight licked, she repositioned her body, propping her hindquarters up and spreading her legs again. Even in the dark, Blues could see the liquid dripping from Twilight’s pussy onto the grass, each trickle of moisture illuminated by the silvery sky overhead. Twilight shifted her eyes back to the colt as she buried her face in Showers’s cunt, and shook her hips suggestively, imploring him as she ravaged the still moaning mare underneath her tongue.

Blues quickly felt what was left of his resistance crumble. He was only a pony, after all. That, and he had never been this turned on in his life. Seeing his girlfriend pinned to the ground and sucked and slurped on by the sluttiest unicorn he’d ever laid eyes on was enough to get him harder than a rock, and Twilight’s soaking hole waving at him from inches away wasn’t helping. The smell of her arousal hit him as he walked closer, and if it was possible, he felt like his erection might have burst. He wasted no time lining himself up, and with little fanfare, buried himself into Twilight’s waiting pussy in one thrust.

“Mmmmmnnnnnh!” The feeling made Twilight’s mind reel. She cried out continuously, her face still buried in the delicious taste of Shower’s dripping folds. Instead of licking, Twilight locked her mouth on Showers’s clit, and let the force of her moan vibrate her tongue and jaw on the tiny nub as Blues drew back, and then pushed into her again. The colt groaned as his dick slipped inside again, the whole of his cock consumed by a heat and wetness like nothing he’d ever felt. He pulled out again, slowly, just leaving the tip of his head inside before thrusting back in, letting another long groan out into the night as Twilight accompanied him. Tight, too. Every time he thrust, Twilight’s pussy clenched around his dick, squeezing him so hard he felt like he might not make it all the way in. Twilight resumed the attention of her tongue as the colt pounded into her, her hips arching back to meet his thrust each time.

“So… good…” she murmured between licks. Spike had been amazing, but this was something like she’d never imagined. Blues was so big, so thick – she felt like she could take his cock forever and never go unsatisfied. She wanted the stallion to bury himself in her so she could feel every inch of his swollen length inside her, and then slowly pull himself out so she could feel her pussy stretch on his exit, twitching with anticipation before he drove back in again. She said nothing about what she wanted though, her mouth to concerned with her constant attention to Showers, and her body in complete ecstasy besides.

“Harder, please,” she managed to moan before burying her face again. Blues was grunting with every thrust. The sight of his girlfriend spread eagle in front of him, moaning as Twilight lapped at her clit was almost enough to make him cum just from watching – adding Twilight’s amazing tightness and eager hip-thrusts against his own had him on the edge already.

Twilight felt like she might die. The thoughts of the whole day prior were gone from her mind, replaced by only one desire, to have Blues behind her, fucking her for the rest of the night, for the rest of her life. She didn’t even put a name to the cock inside her, but her body didn’t care. Every inch of her skin was on fire; her legs were struggling to keep her backside elevated. Every thrust threatened to send her into a collapse of pleasure, to make her body explode in a mix of fireworks and complete, mind-emptying ecstasy. How could she have thought anything else? This was all she wanted, to be fucked, and filled up, completely and fully. It was the best feeling, the best feeling in the world, nothing could ever compare, she could die this way and be at peace…

Twilight’s attention to Showers’s clit was beginning to take its eventual toll, and the enraptured pegasus began to clench the muscles in her hind legs, arching her back with each attentive lick of Twilight’s tongue. Her moans started to become longer and higher in pitch, until she would have been sure the surrounding houses would hear, if she’d had any mind to consider them.

“Ahhh… ahhh… c-c-cu-mming!” she screamed, locking her hind legs around Twilight’s head. The sound of his girlfriend coming to another pony’s tongue in front of him was enough to send Blues over the edge as well, and he grunted hard as he slammed into Twilight’s hindquarters with several last powerful thrusts before pulling out and spraying his load all over her back. The force of his explosion was so strong that several spurts manage to land on Showers’s face, which she lapped at hungrily in the throes of her orgasm, body shaking and grinding up into Twilight’s mouth as she came. The feeling of the hot load covering her back sent Twilight’s arousal into overdrive, and though she had felt the sensation of a near constant climax since the instant Blues’s cock had entered her, she came with finality now, spraying all over the grass underneath her.

Twilight moaned as she collapsed into the grass, covered in Blues’s cum, and her face soaked with juices from the pussy she had eagerly devoured for the duration of the encounter. Her mind was fireworks, still jittering with electricity and partial explosions. Bliss. The world was an eruption of pleasure, consuming her whole body, emptying every one of her senses and fading her consciousness into black along with the rest of the world, every speck of light in the sky vanishing into darkness, the moon disappearing from her eyes as they fell shut.

Blues stood behind the collapsed unicorn, panting furiously, his cock still pointing straight, twitching as the last few drops of cum ran down his head and onto the ground. The air around his mouth fogged into steam with the heat of his breath. Showers was the same, gasping for breath as the strength of her orgasm receded. She propped herself up on her forelegs for a moment before righting her posture properly, standing to four legs and giving Twilight’s collapsed form an experimental look.

Blues cast his gaze downward, concerned.

“Do you think she’s okay? Should we-“

“Let’s just go… I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“Did that really just happen?”

Showers took a slow deep breath, closing her eyes in an attempt to analyze what had just happened. In the end, she defaulted to her original suggestion.

“Come on. Let’s go, okay?”

The two began their journey back home hesitantly, leaving Twilight’s collapsed form covered in semen and her own juices lying in the bed of grass outside her house.

“If you ever tell anyone about this, I will make you regret it,” Showers whispered as the pair began their walk proper. Blues simply swallowed nervously, and nodded.

A New Courtship

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“Twilight? Are you okay?”

Twilight opened her eyes groggily. It felt as though she had hadn’t slept properly in years. She shut her eyes to block out the burning light as soon as it touched them, and felt one of her hooves around her body. Soft. So, not the floor again. Where had she been last night? She remembered the moon, and a delicious taste… She inhaled deeply, and the fragrance of another mare on her snout caused her eyes to snap wide open.

“Twilight?” the voice repeated, concerned. Twilight turned her head to the right to find an orange cushion underneath. Exhaling with the effort of moving through her exhaustion, she tilted her head to the left to find a face staring back at her, a white coat and shaggy brown mane.

“Are you okay?” Lucky asked again, his brow furrowed with apparent distress. “I found you outside when I went to get the paper, and you looked like you’d been rung through the washer. I’m glad you’re awake, at least.” The colt hazarded a small smile, but his face returned to concern almost immediately. “Do you want me to go get someone? If you’re hurt, or need to see a doctor…?”

She wanted to kiss him again. That first kiss was heaven, and she knew he’d have a delicious cock, much bigger than the one she’d had last night. She wanted to taste it, and bounce her body on top until she sprayed girlcum all over his perfect alabaster fur-

“Unh, no, please!” Twilight shouted, throwing herself from the softness underneath her onto the hard floor with a thump. The orange couch cushion rolled off with her, landing on top of her head. Twilight buried her face in her hooves, planting her nose firmly onto the ground and muttering to herself. “No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…” she said over and over again, like a mantra.

“Twilight!” Lucky dashed to the fallen unicorn’s side, pressing one of his hooves into her side, half as reassurance, and half to check for any real damage – not from the fall, but from whatever ordeal Twilight might have been through the night before. “Listen, if you need me to get a doctor, I can go, I’ll be right back-“

“Book!” shouted Twilight, arching her body as far away from Lucky as possible, though her collapsed position made any real distance difficult. “Need to… read book, has… says what happened… need to fix… can’t think, properly…” Twilight was babbling, struggling to bring herself upright, her legs giving out with each attempt and sending her back to the floor. Lucky shouted, and knelt down next to her, placing one of his hooves on either of his shoulders.

“Hey hey hey! Calm down, it’s okay, take a second and breathe. It’s alright, you’re safe here. Tell me what happened and I’ll help make everything better, okay?”

His voice was so sweet. He wanted to help her. He wanted her, Twilight told herself. She wanted him too, more than anything. Oh Celestia how she wanted him. There was a nagging though in the back of her head, stabbing at her impulses they arose in an attempt to drive them back. She had to get back home, to show him, show anyone her journal. Maybe she could still fix it, she could still think about something other than riding his big, hard dick, letting it fill her up over and over until Lucky spurted his cum all over her face, and she bathed in it, licking up every drop and then doing it again, fucking him all night-

“Ahhhh!” Twilight screamed, throwing herself toward the nearby door. The shifting of her legs pulled the throw rug her back half had been laying on, and Lucky’s footing faltered slightly, sending him forward as well, landing atop Twilight’s sprawled out body. He let out a small ‘oof’ as the wind was pushed from his lungs, but he quickly recovered, propping himself up and lowering his face to meet Twilight’s. He was very worried now.

“Twilight, listen to me, it’s okay, please. I don’t know what happened, but I can help, really. I just need you to calm down-“

Twilight kissed him, swallowing his words, and then his tongue as she pressed her face into his furiously, already moaning from the touch of Lucky’s soft but masculine lips against her own. Lucky’s eyes widened in shock, and he tried to pull himself back, but Twilight’s forelegs wrapped around his neck, locking him in place with the strength of her desire. She kissed him harder, slobbering into his mouth unabashedly, her saliva trickling out of her mouth and onto Lucky’s snout. The colt tried harder to draw himself away, but Twilight’s pursuit was insistent, raising her body up and reversing Lucky’s momentum, turning his attempt at escape to her advantage as she used the force of Lucky’s motion to push him to the floor, upon which she threw herself on top of him, finally breaking the kiss.

“Twilight, what are you doing? Stop!” Lucky struggled to pull himself back, but Twilight’s grasp was firm, and she shoved Lucky onto the floor completely, pinning his forelegs with her own and eyeing his body hungrily.

“Please… need you… need to fuck… fuck me. Want you, so bad…” Twilight mumbled deliriously. She was grinding her flank on Lucky’s crotch, and her body shivered as she felt his cock rising involuntarily in response to her warmth and wetness pressed against him. There was a pain at the back of Twilight’s mind again, like a pin prick amidst a soft cushion, trying to urge her away, remind her of something, but being buried in an avalanche of need and want. Everything she wanted was right her, she was on top of it, inches away from being inside her.

Lucky gave up on words, struggling to pull himself back and throw Twilight off his body in the same motion. But as he propped himself up on his hind legs, the throw rug again slid with the adjustment of his weight, sending him back to the ground. On the way down, his head collided with the small side table next to the couch, sending the lamp in the center off the opposite side of the surface and onto the ground. The length of the descent to collision was relatively short, but it was enough to jar him from his sense for a moment, and Twilight took that moment to strike. She wasted no time, raising herself up from Lucky’s body and grasping his half-hard cock in her hooves, stroking it up and down several times in preparation.

“Yessss,” she drooled, tongue hanging half-way out from her mouth as Lucky’s size grew. Every piece of his mind’s presence knew the unicorn preparing to straddle him was delirious, obviously not in her right mind, and the proper thing to do was to resist her advances and get her the help she very clearly needed – but his body’s reaction was involuntary, and he could feel his head spinning from its collision with the coffee table. He tried to scramble upward again, but his hoof faltered, sending him flat onto his back as Twilight continued to rub his cock hungrily. He was almost at full size now, and Twilight’s earlier estimation proved correct – Lucky was an exemplary stallion, in both length and girth. Twilight licked her lips as the member between her hooves grew. She could feel her wetness leaking down her legs and onto the head of Lucky’s cock beneath her. No more waiting. Now, she needed it now, needed it more than anything, she’d die without it-

“Aaah!” Twilight squealed as she lowered herself onto Lucky’s stiffness. For the first time since she’d taken someone’s cock, Twilight felt herself struggling with the size. Her pussy was eager to accommodate the colt’s full length, but as she pressed her body down, she could feel her inner walls stretching. Despite his relatively modest frame and stature, Lucky’s package was mammoth in size. It was perfect.

“Unnngh, yes, good, so good, more, need it, more,” Twilight babbled, sinking herself onto Lucky’s erection, now coated in the copious deluge of fluid flowing from Twilight’s cunt. She paused three quarters of the way down, her face clenched in concentration as she struggled to fit the rest of the colt’s sizable girth inside. Slowly, in fractions of an inch, she could feel Lucky’s dick slipping into her, until finally she felt his head pressing against something, an inner wall that meant he had bottomed out. Twilight looked down to her pussy to find at least half an inch of Lucky’s cock still outside. The sight made her eyes roll back in her head, and she shuddered. Every time had been better than the last, and her mind was beginning to fail at it attempts to compare the sensation. If the night before had been earth-shattering, the feeling coursing through her body was the end of existence, and she had ascended to another plane of being, full and complete with Lucky’s gargantuan girth filling her to her limits. She shifted her hips in an attempt to readjust and begin riding Lucky’s cock the same way she had dreamed, but in doing so pressed her clit against the colt’s skin. The tiniest contact was enough to push her over the edge, and for the first time before she was finished, Twilight came intensely, soaking Lucky’s beautiful white coat with her arousal. She buried her face in his chest, screaming into his fur as her hindquarters twitched on the stallion’s dick.

Lucky was in a daze. Twilight, the pleasant librarian he’d taken misdelivered letters to several days ago, was riding on his cock, and cumming furiously besides. He knew he should stop her, that she wasn’t in her right state of mind, but the clenching on his dick felt unbelievable. Twilight’s spasms made his cock twitch inside her, and the response only seemed to spur on Twilight’s orgasm, sending her into convulsions as she rode out the end of her climax. Finally, panting, Twilight lifted her head from Lucky’s chest, looking at the colt with her eyes have open. Her irises looked glazed, as though she was on some kind of diabolical drug, and Lucky almost managed to open his mouth to protest before Twilight lifted herself up for a moment before slamming her flank back down, taking his whole length in one smooth motion. Lucky couldn’t help but groan as he bottomed out, the bottom of his shaft just peeking out from Twilight’s leaking cunt.

Twilight continued her up and down motion, tapering the sudden and ferocious thrusts to a more sultry motion, grinding her side to side with each motion. She leaned forward with her mouth next to Lucky’s ear as she did so, pressing her mound against the base of Lucky’s shaft and arching her body against his stomach for several seconds as she continued grinding.

“Do you… like fucking me? You feel so good, so good, you made me cum so hard,” Twilight murmured seductively, giving a nibble on Lucky’s earlobe as she spoke, all the while grinding herself while Lucky filled her up completely. Lucky struggled to protest, but the impulses overwhelming his body were becoming too much to struggle against, especially when combined with the light-head feeling left over from his collision with the table. Instead, he kept silent, groaning involuntarily as Twilight pressed her clit against his stomach and gyrated her hips wildly. The extra pleasure was noticeable, and Twilight bit Lucky’s ear hard as she moaned loudly, shutting her eyes as her body surged with ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled, still grinding herself back and forth on the whole of Lucky’s shaft. “Please, I need you… tell me how good it feels, to have me… on top of you, grinding on top of you like this.” Twilight’s only coherence now seemed to be in the throes of her sultry whisperings, assembling syllables solely for the purpose of encouraging her partner. She didn’t just want to talk dirty to him, her body needed it. Every word made the heat coursing through her body burn a little hotter, every filthy sentence caused her to arch her back with pleasure. It was bliss on top of bliss, if only he would say the same things to her.

A light bulb seemed to go off in Twilight’s head in that moment, a combination of the sudden headache dissipating all at once and the ever-waking sensation that had followed. It was as though a key had turned, unlocking a door that had been bursting at the hinges until that moment, sending a cascade of understanding through her mind.

What had the pegasus called her the other night?

“Let’s leave this crazy slut…”

That was what she wanted.

She was a slut, and she’d never felt happier.

“Tell me,” she drawled in Lucky’s ear as she rode him, revelling in the sensation of his cock twitching inside her. “Tell me how good it feels.” She could tell he was enjoying it now, as much as he might have struggled. She wanted to make him cum, for him to fill her up with his sperm, every last drop. She needed it because… no, first, she had to hear him say it.

“Tell me… call me a slut,” she said, drawing a intake of breath in a hiss as she said the word for the first time. That was it. The thing she’d been searching for. No answer in research or understanding before. That was what she wanted.

“What?” The request seemed to pierce Lucky’s veil of weariness, enough to make him blink his eyes and shake his head, trying to regain his consciousness properly. The sudden realization of a particularly sharp grind of Twilight’s hips made him groan and loll his head back, and Twilight leaned in towards his ear, whispering the words to him again.

“Please. Call me a slut. I need to hear it, please, I need you to tell me.” Twilight traced her hooves over Lucky’s chest as she spoke, running them in circles around his nipples while drawling languidly into his ear.

“Twilight, you-“ Lucky’s sentence faded into a groan as Twilight bobbed her ass up and down with sudden intensity, burying Lucky’s cock inside her over and over again, the head disappearing inside her every second as she hammered her hips downward.

“Tell me!” she yelled, her voice burning with insistence. Lucky was leaning his head back fully now, and on the side Twilight could see where he had hit the table, a patch of blood dripping down his scalp.

“You…”

Twilight grasped Lucky’s head in her hooves and threw it sideways into the table next to him, his skull hitting the wood with an unpleasant crack. Lucky made no sound, simply falling back as Twilight continued to bounce furiously on his cock. Wearily, he raised his head again, more blood now pouring from the now enlarged point of impact. “You… Twilight…”

“Tell me!” Twilight screamed, grabbing Lucky’s head again and pulling back to throw it towards the table.

“Slut! You’re a slut, Twilight,” He stammered, his words partially garbled through the haze of his cognition now jarred through multiple impacts with the table. Twilight released his head, letting it fall the ground where it landed against the wood floor unpleasantly.

She came as she heard the words, her vagina clenching around Lucky’s shaft and soaking him in another spray of liquid. It was more than he could take, and with a feeble groan his balls emptied themselves, spewing a load of hot thick semen into Twilight’s pulsing insides.

The feeling of being filled up with Lucky’s exploding cock, as well as a full geyser of his cum sent Twilight reeling. Her head thrashed back and forth wildly as she rode out her orgasm, moaning and screaming and grasping at her own body with her hooves in an insane display of pleasure, howling loudly as her pussy twitched again and again. Lucky’s cum mingled with her juices as it leaked out, coating the colt’s stomach with its volume.

The orgasm was the last thing Lucky’s mind could keep him awake for, and as his cock deflated he faded into unconsciousness. Twilight sat atop him for a moment, her hips still shaking, strands of semen leaking out of her slit. Lucky had been hitting her so deep, most of it remained in side, but due to the size of the deposit, there was only so much her body could contain.

Gasping for air as the remnants of her orgasm subsided, Twilight waited only a moment before repositioning herself, turning her body about completely and bringing her mouth to Lucky’s cock, licking around the base of the shaft and gobbling up the pool of semen and her own juices that had been left behind. Her hoof found its place between her legs, and she began rubbing her clit frantically as she licked up the sticky mess.

“Slut, I’m a slut, such a good slut,” she mumbled to herself through mouthfuls of cum, frigging herself frantically on the way to another orgasm as Lucky lay unconscious beneath her. She came twice more before finally leaving, staggering out the door to the colt’s house and leaving him unconscious beside the coffee table.

Understanding (fin)

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Twilight had come and gone so fast that Spike had no time to react. He had dozed off in his room, his nerves worn to their limit after a day of worrying about his friends absence. He hadn’t seen Twilight since their… encounter two nights ago, and the fact that she hadn’t returned home had given him enough concern to reach out to other friends. He had avoided explaining the entire predicament, only saying that Twilight hadn’t been herself, and that she had gone missing. Staying up the whole night had done him no wonders in the wakefulness department, so it wasn’t a surprise he had fallen asleep waiting for word from someone as to Twilight’s whereabouts – but he had woken up to the noise of the door slamming. Did that mean Twilight was home?

“Twilight?” he called out her name as he made his way up the stairs to the unicorn’s bedroom. He’d sworn he’d heard hoofsteps as well, and that must mean-

Wasting no time, Spike ran up the stairs and threw open the door to Twilight’s bedroom. His eyes fell with disappointment when he found only an empty room, save the scattered papers that had been there for days. He sighed, and walked inside, scanning the discarded research materials again in the hopes that some sign of Twilight’s whereabouts might present themselves

The two colts backed up the alley slowly, sharing a glance of disbelief as they walked. One of them was grey-coated, an earth pony with a peach coloured main, a tiny bob of hair atop his head, and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The other was a darker colour, a pegasus with white bangs that hung over his eyes. The pegasus was muscular, while the earth pony was scrawny, and weak-looking.

“Is she crazy?” asked the earth pony in a shrill voice, still backing away with his companion. He turned his eyes back to the sight in front of him, prompting the pair to recede.

“Please!” begged Twilight, turning onto her back and raising herself up into a sitting position with her forelegs. She spread herself wide, gesturing insistently to her dripping hole. “Please, fuck me! I need… need it. Fuck, please, need your cock, inside me, must, good slut…”

“She is crazy!” answered the pegasus, his voice gruff but boyish. The two continued their retreat, but found themselves barred by the brick wall at the alleyways end. Twilight sprawled forward onto four legs again, and lunged towards the pegasus, who reared upright in shock. Twilight placed her forelegs on either side of his body, grinding herself up and down on him, pressing her skin into his fur as she trapped him against the wall. The pegasus could feel the slickness dripping from Twilight’s nether regions leaking onto his coat, and the sensation made him hard against his better judgement.

“Please, need it, need you, cum, make you cum, me, be your slut, please,” Twilight babbled, still rubbing herself up and down the pegasus’s body.

“Is she serious?” the earth-pony asked rhetorically, his eyes wide behind his glasses in shock as Twilight gyrated on the pegasus obscenely.

“Dude, she’s soaking wet! I think she really wants it,” said the pegasus, a wild grin appearing on his face like a filly who’d be let in to the candy-shop with an ‘all you can eat’ pass. The earth-pony dropped his jaw in shock as Twilight lowered herself onto all fours and made a beeline for the pegasus’s already growing erection with her mouth, gulping it down in one motion and moaning onto the rapidly hardening piece of meat as she locked her lips onto it. As she began to drool and suck, drawing a long groan from the pegasus, Twilight waved her rear at the earth-pony.

“Mnh, mhn!” she hummed, her mouth full. The message was clear, however, and after a furtive glance in either direction, the earth pony clumsily mounted Twilight from behind, guiding himself into her waiting pussy after several false starts.

“Fuck!” groaned the pegasus as Twilight doubled her efforts, humming with continuous pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down, slobbering obscenely onto the muscular pony’s shaft and coating his cock with a thick layer of spit. “I can’t believe this crazy bitch! How’s her other end?”

The earth-pony simply grunted in a high-pitched voice crack. It was obvious he’d never felt anything as good as Twilight’s hot folds wrapped around his dick. He was thrusting into her wildly, hips slamming against her supple ass with each motion. Twilight moaned hard onto the pegasus’ dick, and drew her mouth off, panting, then tilted her face, looking to the pegasus with pleading eyes.

“Slut, call me… want you, hurt me, slut, slut,” she begged, sounding almost child like.

“Did you just say you wanted me to hurt you, slut?” asked the pegasus rhetorically, his voice thick with bravado and sadism. Twilight squealed as she heard the word, pressing herself back extra hard into the earth-pony’s inexperienced thrusting

“Yes, yes! Hurt me, please, slut, make me, slut, please please please please-“

Twilight’s string of pleas was cut off as the pegasus slapped her across the face with one of his hooves, sending her head in a spin to the side. She turned in back almost immediately, her tongue hanging out, one of her cheeks immediately swollen.

“Yes! Oh, please, more, so good, so good, slut,”

“Shut it, slut!” The pegasus shouted, delivering another firm blow to the side of Twilight’s face. The force of the impact was enough to send her reeling, and Twilight stumbled, pressing against the earth-pony still deep inside her and tilting him off balance as well. The earth-pony yelled, almost comically before falling to the ground, but hooking his forelegs onto Twilight’s waist as he fell, landing squarely on his back but with his dick still buried deep inside Twilight. She moaned loudly as she her clit pressed against the base of the earth-pony’s shaft, and looked up to find the pegasus staring at her, his considerably larger member waggling at her imploringly. Without hesitation, Twilight lifted the earth-pony’s hooves from her side and spun around, never once removing herself from his cock. She was now face to face with the green-coated colt, and began bouncing herself up and down. As she did so, she leaned forward, bending her frame as much as possible and spreading her hind legs wide. She looked back at the pegasus suggestively with rapidly blackening eyes and pointed with a hoof just above her entrance already in use.

“Please, there, need you both, need to be, good slut, please, hurry,”

“This slut wants it in both holes!” the pegasus exclaimed, almost delirious with his good fortune. The earth pony still said nothing, simply groaning as Twilight bounced up and down on his dick. The slickness of her cunt sliding up and down his shaft was already driving him over the edge, and he didn’t anticipate lasting much longer.

The pegasus took a moment to size up his target before aligning his cock, pressing the tip against Twilight’s virgin rosebud for a moment before pressing forward, slowly, but faster than recommended due to his anticipation. If it hurt, Twilight gave no indication, simply moaning louder and reaching behind her with her forelegs to spread herself, wide, grasping one of her cheeks with each hoof and pressing her ass back as she began to grind on the earth-pony’s cock from a standstill. The pegasus saw no point in waiting longer, and, his cock slick with Twilight’s spit, began to slide forward into her ass. Twilight screamed as the colt entered, and the earth pony underneath her groaned in response as he felt her pussy twitch and spasm around his dick.

“Fuck!”the colt exclaimed as the whole of his shaft slid inside Twilight’s ass. He took a moment to admire himself buried deep inside the tightest plot he’d ever seen before he pulled back and began thrusting, grunting with each motion. The hotness of Twiilght’s mouth had been nothing compared to her ass, and the very first thrust had him almost ready to cum.

Twilight was bobbing her body deliriously on both the cocks shoved inside her, babbling an incoherent stream of ‘fuck’ and ‘slut’ and other profanities as she did so. The feeling of being completely full in both holes was a new sensation, and already one she felt it would be impossible to live without. Why had she waited so long, for this, for anything? Everything was perfect, so perfect, now that she knew, that she was certain she-

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, you slut!” yelled the pegasus, the more vocal of the pair. Twilight could feel the tightness of his balls as they slapped against her ass, and the tensing of the pair beneath her gave indication the earth-pony was at his limit as well. “Fuck!” was the final word before the pegasus slammed himself inside her ass and his cock began to spew a thick burst of cum, coating her insides with his load before he withdrew, delivering the last several blasts onto her ass. The earth-pony could do no such maneuvering, and so instead simply grunted in pleasure as he emptied himself inside Twilight’s pussy, which sucked and grasped at his dick like a vice. The two colts rode out their orgasms together, and as Twilight felt the last of their cum, she rolled herself off the earth-pony, landing on the floor of the alley with a contented gasp. She lay there, panting, both her holes leaking with cum as the two ponies stood and took in the sight of her.

Neither of them said a word, simply watching for a moment as Twilight lay on the ground, her eyes closed and her mouth in a delirious smile, her tongue hanging out one side. Both sides of her face were red, and one of her eyes was very noticeably swollen. Her fur was matted with sweat, semen, and her own liquids, additionally scraggly from days without bathing. Her hair was a mess, unkempt and haphazardly arranged atop her head, and highlighted with a strand or two of cum that had misfired from one of the pair’s orgasms. Her body looked ravaged and soaked, and her holes were leaking onto the ground obscenely, splattering the alley with sticky whiteness and clear fluid.

After a minute, the pegasus nudged his companion in the side, and the two colts took off down the alley, making haste away from the scene as fast as possible. Twilight heard them go, but made no motion to move, simply humming to herself and rocking her body ever so slightly from side to side as she savoured the lingering feeling of fullness and contentment.

“Slut,” she murmured to herself. “Perfect.”

As Spike made his way through the piles of notes and debris, he looked over Twilight’s desk again. The stacks of papers were littered with pages upon pages of scribbled notes, as well as research papers, article clippings, and several text-books. Spike leafed through them again, seeing words like ‘cognitive adaptation’ and ‘neuromechanical’. He took pause as his claw found a well-decorated notebook under a stack of papers, and he shifted the notes off the top of the volume, lifting it up to examine it. The book had no marking of its contents, so Spike flipped it open to the first page.

June 23rd, it began.

Spike read the entirety of the journal for the next five minutes, taking in every word with rapt attention, until the last page, upon which he dropped the book onto the floor. The final words stared up at him from the last page with a date, written in a rough translation of Twilight’s penmanship through shaky writing and blots of ink.

J u nee 28s
Undersantd, slut. perfect. slut. good.
need. fuck, need cock, need. slut. understand. perfect.
slut
The last word was circled five times.

Twilight's Gradual Descent Into Sluttiness

by darf

Beginnings and Conundrums

Progress and Regress

Number One Assistant

Pleasant Interuption

A New Courtship

Understanding (fin)