Twilight simply MUST stop reading those dusty old books...
Twilight Sparkle Cleans Her Bookshelf, and Vice-Versa
By: Jexxazrez
T'was a dark and stormy night...
Just kidding, I'm not that cliche. It was actually a quiet spring evening at Twilight Sparkle's library, Twilight had closed the library early today for spring cleaning. The entire town had finished Winter Wrap-Up earlier in the week, so Twilight, being the obsessive compulsive aDORKable pony that she is, naturally decided to do some cleaning of her own. She had just finished the main books in the library earlier that day, and so she traversed down the steps to her basement, the place where she kept her personal shelf of books.
"Hey Twilight?" The voice of a young male dragon called out. "Rarity said she needed help with sorting her new shipment of fabrics for her spring cleaning. She said she could really use my help. Is it alright if I go?" He pleaded. Twilight then walked back upstairs to see her number one assistant waiting by the door anxiously.
Twilight, seeing no harm in him doing so, gave him a nod. "Sure Spike, just be back before midnight, okay? That is, if you don't fall asleep until then." She teased with a gentle grin.
Spike puffed out his chest. "Don't you worry about me; my love for Rarity will keep me up indefinitely!" He then swaggered out of the library, opening the door in the most manly way possible. "Oh, and when I get back, could you have my bed made with my teddy already in it? I'm going to be tired and I don't want to crash in my bed without him." He then closed the door in the most timid way possible.
Twilight Sparkle laughed at her number one assistant's conflicting sides of wanting to grow up and still be a kid. She shook her head in amusement. "Oh Spike, what would my life be like without you?" She didn't want to think about that, so she instead dismissed her oncoming thoughts of said scenario and headed back down to the basement. It was dark at first, and every step creaked ominously despite her being in a place as familiar as her own house. She went down here occasionally, though it mostly functioned as a storage room. A relatively empty one at that, since most of her belongings were books and the books down here didn't take up much space. Other than that, there was a small table with a small chair which went poorly with any of the decor upstairs, which was the main reason why she kept it down there. There was also a lamp with a burnt out light bulb that Twilight never bothered to fix, mainly because there was no need to. There were a few basic tools like a hammer, a screwdriver, a broom and a mop, all of which were arranged alphabetically. (as they SHOULD be...)
So yeah, the only things that needed to be done here were the dusting and the reorganizing of the bookshelf. That was easy enough, especially since Twilight was a pro at organizing bookshelves. She'd done it so much that it was like a second nature to her.
She picked up her handy dandy duster with her magic, enveloping it in a purple aura, and began to give the entire room a full on dusting. It was pretty mundane and boring, so I won't describe it to you in detail. Instead, let's skip over to the bookshelf!
Twilight approached the bookshelf, feeling the slightest bit intimidated. The bookshelf itself wasn't very intimidating, but somehow, the mild darkness of the room gave the oak finish an almost ghastly look. The books were unorganized, which made it seem more intimidating to the OCD unicorn. However, she had done this many times before, except she had never organized this particular bookshelf. She started by using her magic to remove all the books from the shelves and set them on the floor for later rearrangement. As expected, all the books tumbled down and made a literary mess on the floor.
All of them, except for one...
"Huh, why didn't this one fall?" Twilight asked to herself. The only books that are immune to magic are the ones in the Canterlot archives. More specifically, the one under "Questionable and Mysterious spells." Now how did she get a hold of one of those...?
"When we got that time travel spell, I wonder if Spike took anything he wasn't supposed to..." Twilight murmured. She let out an exasperated sigh and decided to return it along with a profuse apology to the Princess later. In the meantime she noticed that the book was really dusty and could use some cleaning of it's own. Better to return it in better condition than you found it right? She took the feather duster and dusted the book. A large cloud of dust immediately obscured her vision. She coughed a few times, waiting for the dust to clear up. She shook her head and pretty soon the dust stopped obstructing her. It was then for the first time she saw the title of the book.
"The Egghead's Solution for Loneliness...?" Her ears drooped and she groaned in irritation. "Ha ha, Spike. That's very funny." She would definitely have a long talk with Spike for this one.
But then again, she was truly curious as to what this book harbored. If Spike did take this in hopes Twilight would see it, maybe it had some actual help in there. It was a book in the Canterlot archives. There is a lot of forbidden knowledge there. That made Twilight actually get really excited. Any knowledge, especially knowledge that ponies aren't supposed to know, made her excited, really. She found herself anxious to give this book a read. In fact, she pulled up the small chair and sat in it, opening up the cover with her hoof since she remembered she could not use magic on it. Inside she found a very archaic font which read; "The Egghead's Solution for Loneliness, written by Clover the Clever"
"Clover the Clever wrote this? The assistant of Starswirl the Bearded wrote a book? Wow, no wonder this is in the Canterlot archives! It must contain some very rare knowledge!" She turned the page.
A note from the author.
"Oh my gosh! I get to read a note written by Clover the Clever herself!" She let out a squee of nerdgasmic proportions. "Thanks Spike!" She then began to read the note.
To the lonely egghead who reads this...
Twilight rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Thanks, Spike." She continued reading.
...My name, as you know, is Clover the Clever. I will start this off by first saying that I've always been pretty lonely. When you spend a large amount of time in an alchemy lab under the watchful eye of a powerful supervisor teaching you the ways of magic, you don't get out much. I spent my entire life thus far without a stallion. Now, normally that doesn't bother me, but a lady has needs, you know. Therefore, during my spare time I have devised a book that is dedicated to the spell I have created using countless combinations of runes and incantations. My result is without a doubt the best spell of the century. I must, I MUST keep it out of improper hands. And you, the reader, must do the same. Us lonely eggheads, we need to stick together, despite being in a completely different place or more than likely a different time period. That being said, I better tell you what this book contains. Inside this is the ultimate companion. I made it with a sense of consciousness, a personality, and even the ability to sense a pony's deepest and darkest desires. Please, treat it well.
Signed, Clover the Clever.
The note ended there.
"What's this? A book that summons a... partner? This is very interesting. I must try it! For science!" Twilight stood dramatically at 'science.' Secretly however, she wanted to try it out of curiosity as well.
She looked through the book and after many anecdotes about how well it works, she found the incantation and rune to draw. She got out the proper gems and drew the designs in chalk, then placed the gems in the proper places. She was surprised at how simple the rune was, since more powerful spells usually have more intricate runes. Nevertheless, she had the rune all planned out and then got to work on the incantation.
*Insert long and hard to pronounce incantation that I will NOT try and reproduce, thank you very much.*
After all was said and done, Twilight stood in the middle of the rune and waited...
At first, nothing changed. A minute had gone by and nothing had happened. She was just about to give up and re-shelf the books like she was supposed to be doing, when she felt a weird sensation around her hoof...
Twilight gasped in shock and looked down. There was a little thin tendril that had playfully wrapped itself around her hoof. Twilight would have screamed and zapped it with magic, normally, but this was the result of a summon for a partner, so it couldn't be that bad, right?
"Oh... ehehehe. Um, hey there little guy..." She whispered, slightly nervous yet curious. Are you from the book?" She mentally slapped herself afterwards, realizing that it probably couldn't talk without a mouth.
It let out an adorable squeak, then stretched out and grabbed the book, never leaving the rune circle it was in. This surprised Twilight, but this would have to be expected as it would be unrealistic for a fabled 'partner' to be originally THAT small. A clone of the tendril sprouted up from the rune and turned the pages of the book while the first one held it up.
Twilight gasped. "Two!? Are there more of you?"
The second vine 'nodded' and tapped the ground. Eight more of the tendrils sprouted up and gathered around the original two. They made various squeaking sounds and had a natural 'fauna' look to them. They didn't look at all harmful, so Twilight didn't have her guard up.
She chuckled contentedly. "Ahaha, my, aren't you a cute bunch?" She cooed.
The two original vines held up the book and the second one pointed to the text that said, "If there are ten little tendrils coming up from the ground, you have succeeded."
"So I did it, great. What now?" She asked partially to herself and partially to the tendrils.
The tendrils seemed to look at each other, then they did what looked like a collective shrug.
"Well, it says you will do my heart's desire...so let's think here..." Twilight thought of something for the tendrils to do.
The tendrils, being bound to the caster's mind, registered the command. It became their task that needed to be done, no matter what. Two of the tendrils gently gripped Twilight's fore-hooves and led her to the middle again, where she knelt down and let the tendrils give her a massage. It was relaxing, to say the least. The tendrils had such fine control that they were able to work out every single kink in her body. Twilight noted that these things could give the Spa Sisters a run for their money. She hadn't felt this limber in a long time. It wasn't long before she was fully massaged and was on the floor relaxing. The tendrils registered that the job was done, and then they gathered around her for their next task.
Twilight was maybe a little creeped out by these tendrils being so eager for their next task, so she thought of something simple. The tendrils registered the command as something that had to be done, and they then proceeded to do the wave. It was a charming display.
Twilight got up and stared at the vines doing the wave. They were very cute, once you got past the 'no face or body' part. They were eager to please and would respond to basic commands.
Time for something a little more complex. Twilight thought.
The tendrils stood at attention, ready to perform at the beck and call of their master. The command was registered. They wrapped around Twilight's waist to mimic the affectionate act of 'cuddling.'
"Heheh, this will be the perfect replacement for a stallion. If only this were sold in bookstores." She mused to herself.
Just then, something happened...
A stray tendril brushed up against her cutie mark, a strong place of arousal for a pony. It wasn't intentional, but it still happened. Twilight shuddered and automatically thought rather... uncouth things. The tendrils got the command in their minds, and registered it as something that needed to be done, no matter what.
Twilight, unknown of the tendril's upcoming devious plan, thought of the brush-up as just a mistake and thought nothing of it. However, she did get a bit of suspicion when she felt two of the tendrils wrap around her front hooves.
"What are you doing?" Twilight asked, suspicious, but not concerned.
The tendrils around her forehooves held them apart, but Twilight didn't bother to pull away mostly out of curiosity. These were supposed to do her bidding right? Perhaps this was just part of the cuddling...?
To the tendrils, the cuddling had been done. Now was the time for the other command. Two more held her hind hooves apart, and one wrapped around her middle and lifted her high in the air. Legs spread, helpless, and terrified, she tried to think of something else to divert the tendril's intent.
But from not reading the fine print, she neglected to read that all commands are performed and finished, no matter what.
"Please, stop!" Twilight whimpered, "This isn't funny."
The tendrils, wanting to do a very good job in pleasing their master, sent up their first one. It grew wider, longer, and developed ribbed edges and soft sparse bristles. Twilight blushed and tried to kick the tendrils away in vain when she saw where it was headed.
The tendrils noticed Twilight's attempt at escape. Why did she want to escape? Were they not doing a good job? They hadn't even started yet. They were going to please their master, no matter what. That was the command, and they were bound to stick to it.
The tendril pressed lightly against Twilight's entrance and vibrated, causing Twilight to weakly yelp in pleasure. Wait, why was she enjoying this? She didn't want this! This was wrong, she didn't tell them to do... uh oh...
Twilight remembered the brush up. She thought about sex at the time, as most ponies would. The tendrils must have registered it as a command.
"Uh oh..."
Slowly, the tendril pushed up against her entrance, no doubt in preparation to penetrating her. Twilight tried to fight it, but her own body started to betray her. She felt her own juices start to flow from her pussy, and a feeling of desire welled up inside her head. She got herself into this, why not take the easy way out, she reasoned. Twilight relaxed and waited for the tendril to take her.
The tendril penetrated Twilight with a good push. Twilight moaned weakly in surrender, taking in the feeling of the tendril slowly snaking it's way inside her. It was a very tight fit, but the bristles and ribbed sides tickled and caressed her inner walls in a way that provided unbearable amounts of pleasure. Somehow, she felt that this is what the thing was made for originally. Oh Clover, you're so clever.
The rest of the tendrils noted Twilight's surrender and felt a degree of success, however, they were not done. They had not finished. They were going to kick things up a notch.
Twilight moaned in pleasure when she felt the tendril move in and out of her at a fast pace, the ribbed end inside her caressing her inner walls gently. Suddenly, another tendril, this one small and smooth, touched itself to her clit and vibrated intensely. A louder moan was coaxed out of Twilight and she bucked her hips forward in pleasure. Oh Celestia, that felt good.
As the tentacles gave Twilight the most enjoyable (and first) tentacle fuck of her life, another one made it's way into the fray. This one was large and smooth, and pressed itself against Twilight's mouth. Twilight, being too blinded by pleasure to refuse, graciously parted her lips and let the intruder in. It let itself slide to the back of her throat then pulled back to the tip before repeated said action. Twilight only closed her eyes and loosely sucked on the tendril as it did so. It tasted mildly salty and actually quite enjoyable. She started moaning freely from all the pleasure she was being subjected to, but the tendril muffled her so that all that came out was "Mmmm... MMMMmm mmm mMMmm."
Twilight was in pure bliss at that point, Clover the Clever wasn't joking when it said that it would satisfy her heart's deepest and darkest desires. Her eyes were dazed from the tendril inside her pussy brushing past her inner walls repeatedly. The bristles in particular assaulted her sensitive nerves without relent or mercy. Twilight whimpered through the tendril moving in and out of her mouth, then her whimpers and moans got progressively louder and more frequent as a deep feeling of satisfaction started to well up inside her...
The tendrils sensed that their master was close. They weren't about to let it end to quickly, however. They were going to do their job well. When they sensed she was just about to finish, they all pulled out and moved away at once, leaving her hanging there with her pussy dripping and her mouth panting from pleasure.
"Wha... what are you waiting for? Why did you stop?" Twilight pleaded with innocent eyes. If the tendrils had a voice, they'd probably be snickering at her desparation. Nonetheless, they planned to finish.
Twilight squirmed in mid air, trying to get the message across that she wanted more. "Please..." She begged, panting heavily. She began to drip, her pussy was so wet and it was flowing freely at this point. The tendrils collectively decided that it had been long enough, and the tendril that had previously penetrated her pussy grew larger and violated her again.
Twilight gasped and let out a moan of ecstasy. The now larger tendril stretched out her walls and made her feel very full. She knew that she was close, it wouldn't be long now.
The tendrils had to do one last thing before they finished, the tendril inside her started to vibrate intensely, then creeped it's way deep inside her before settling in at it's max possible depth, caressing her from her entrance and clit to her g-spot and cervix.
Twilight couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she bucked her hips forward, letting out a loud and oh-so-satisfied moan as she came all over the vine. The tendrils, sensing that her master was done, unleashed a load of their own fluid into her. It wasn't semen of any kind, but it did make her feel full and satisfied even as it began to leak out of her.
Afterwards, Twilight got up. "You are amazing, you know that?" She cooed affectionately. The vines looked at each other and 'nodded' in response.
"You don't regret that at all, do you?"
The collectively shook their ends as if to say "Not in the least."
"Luckily for you, I don't either. Now what should I call you, new partner?" Twilight asked.
The tendrils lifted up the book and opened it up to a specific page, where one tendril underlined a specific word.
Twilight squinted her eyes and read it out loud. "Emodorstnawynorbyreve?" She confirmed.
The tendrils collectively nodded.
"Well then, Emodorstnawynorbyreve..." Twilight said seductively, breaking the rune's hold so that this creature could move around freely, "Come up to my room, you and I have lots of 'experimenting' to do." She gave it her best bedroom eyes.
The tendrils, not wanting to dissapoint their master, happily obliged.
Later that night, a small purple dragon enters the bedroom after a long night of helping Rarity.
"Twilight, *yawn* you will not belie-WHAT IN CELESTIA'S ENCHANTING PLOT IS GOING ON!?"
Author's note. Do not take this fiction seriously, I wrote this because I was bored and needed to get my creative juices going. This is also my first story dedicated specifically to clop. Did I do well? Let me know. If not? Let me know how I can improve. And as always, I'll have something out by next weekend. Cheers!
-Jexxazrez