Errare sine Culpa
Asexual Deviance
Errare sine Culpā - To Err without Fault
Axôlú
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Twilight One
I woke up. Check.
I woke to the warm coating of my soft bedcovers. They were draped over me, keeping my body heat trapped in the fuzzy embrace. Sunlight shined into my window, further heating the covers as I lay soundly below them.
And with that warmth came the itch.
It seemed like a daily ritual by this point. Every hot summer day I’d wake up to this same itch. Every. Single. Time.
So, like any reasonable pony, I scratched the itch. Check.
I reached my hoof down, scratching my barrel and the covers as it traveled between my hind legs. Once my hoof settled in place, right where I felt that itch, I began to rub--slowly at first, trying to gauge the roughness at which I would be most comfortable. Reaching that, I applied more and more pressure to the itch, sliding my hoof faster and faster between my hind legs. Soon enough, a pressure began to build. It grew stronger, and I shifted my legs with a breathy moan as the tension in my crotch increased. I rubbed vigorously, all attempts at subtle movements lost in ecstasy. I could hardly think, I could do no more than continue to massage between my thighs, all to conquer the powerful itch that consumed my being.
With one last poke, I felt relief. A flood of release washed from my haunches to my horn; a wash of contentment that flowed from the epicenter of the forgotten itch. I sighed happily. Check…
Of course, there was nothing between my legs other than a smooth, flat layer of lavender fur and skin, which made this itchy problem all the more frustrating.
Annoyed, I sighed again and slid the covers off my body to the far side of the bed with a quick spark of magic and rolled over to face the window. I dared open my eyes only halfway to witness Celestia’s light, filtering in through the framed window from the eight o’ clock position. I turned back over and stretched my legs over the bed’s edge in a drowsy haze before sliding off onto my hooves.
Wait a second. Eight o’ clock?
“Aah! I’m going to be late!” I rushed to my mirror, levitated a brush to my mane, and rapidly pulled through the tangles. A particularly nasty knot caused me to cringe and I quickly pulled the strands of hair apart with telekinesis. The moment I finished, I raced through the door, promptly opened through telekinesis. Mane fixed!--or at least presentable--check. I clomped down the stairs in a frenzy. A stray hoof chipped the floor as I reached the bottom.
“Spiiiiiiike,” I called, galloping through the bathroom door, “I need you to add ‘repair wooden floor at bottom of stairs’ to the checklist, and to the backup checklist for checking the completion of the prior checklist. And make me some breakfast!”
The door closed and I heard a muffled “You got it, Twilight,” as I set to the task of morning routine. I levitated a toothbrush and toothpaste, the latter of which I saw was running low. I’d need to get more from Colgate. I grabbed my bottle of lavender perfume and sprayed it over myself while I brushed my teeth. With a larger bush I groomed my coat from my chest, around my withers, to my flank, since I already stroked my underside with my hoof during the earlier morning’s escapades. A few combs and bushes smoothed my coat. I levitated the loose strands of hair from my brushes and combs to the waste basket, finished brushing and washed all my various tools before setting them in proper and precise order. As always.
Eight oh five. Back on time.
I exited the door with a beautifully loud bang, raised my hoof, and slammed it to the floor with a glorious and powerful stomp, forming a minor wind spell in front of me and summoning a yellow starburst pattern behind me. “Morning Routine. Check!”
“Come on, Twilight, do you have to do that every time you finish the ‘morning routine’?” A light voice piped up from below me. I looked down and let my ears droop as my cheeks turned magenta.
Spike rolled his eyes and slid my summoned background away to wherever he put those things. Maybe he sold them to the newly conceived film industry; it would certainly explain how he managed to get his claws on all those spare gems, not that there was a lack of them just over the ridge to the east.
“No… not really,” I sheepishly trotted towards the central table. “Oh, Did you get breakfast ready like I asked?”
“Of course. You know I have to remind you most times to eat,” Spike stepped back into the library center, “It’s right there,” Spike vaguely motioned to the setup.
I walked to my meal and stabbed my food with a fork, licking my lips in anticipation of a soon to be satisfied digestive system, and… wait, something wasn’t right.
“Spike, you know that the proteins in this brand of eggs interfere with magical concentration. For this to be a balanced multidimensional transportation spell meal, I need a specific ratio of lysine to tyrosine.”
“You want lice in your eggs? No offence Twilight, but that’s-“
“Not lice, lysine, it’s an amino acid, which are essential to all ponies.”
“You mean you have to eat bugs to stay healthy?”
“No, Spike… urgh!” I facehoofed and twirled my fork in the air, “Can you just make me more food, I need it to these exact specifications. One point oh five six three parts fructose to five point-“
“Twilight,” Spike interrupted, “There’s bound to be another Spike when you do that cross dementia-whatever thingy, you can get breakfast from him.”
“Oh! You’re right Spike, I almost forgot,” I trotted to the basement door and flung it open, dropping the fork and completely forgetting about my food. I stepped down into the lower floor to look at the various patterns and contraptions neatly laid out across the shelves.
“Okay, step one; make sure the flux dust is placed in a specific pattern, as outlined by the Magical Universal Teleportation Guide for Eggheads,” I read aloud, resenting that name. I quickly looked over the heavy book’s prescribed pattern and checked every inch of the glyphs, measuring exact angles, ensuring not a single speck of dust was out of place.
A path formed in my mind, connecting a series of the glyphs to form the appropriate spell. From there I wove a telepathy spell, a facial illusion spell, and a clarity spell to project my image and voice. I drew power from the glyphs to copy the spell and split the two across the universe with the appropriate magical coordinates. Finally, I formed receiver and recording spells to capture the expected spell matrices in my own.
Trans-dimensional communication spell matrix finished. Check.
Two patches of fog appeared in front of me, shimmering with a faint ethereal energy. I waited for a bit, simply maintaining the spell until my counterparts appeared. Soon enough, the fog to my left coalesced into a striking image of myself.
“Twilight two! Glad to see you again,” I smiled warmly. “Are you ready for the transportation sequence?”
“Yes, Twilight one, we’re just finishing up the communication controls over here, so you can access them and contact us whenever needed. I’d say approximately four days should suffice before you re-test the design. I don’t have contact with Twilight three yet, do you have any reception?”
The fog to my right flickered and formed into another lavender face, which looked much more ragged. Her mane flopped over her face with strands sticking out at seemingly random angles, and she looked both tense and flushed. This could be problematic.
“Hah… hey Twilight one, Twilight twoo,” she grimaced and bit her lip.
“Are you okay?” I levitated a reference guide, “It says here in the Magical Users Guide to Magical Projects that if a spell caster is emotionally compromised, any magical projects should be postponed until they recover.”
“No, I’m per-ER-fectly fine, nothing going on here…” she opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out, then quickly retracted it, “Apart from the Trans-dimensional travel spell matrix setup, of course,” she said lazily.
“Ooookay,” Twilight two raised her eyebrow, “Well, one, are you sure you’re set up?”
“Yes. I quadruple checked every glyph, I have the communication spell memorized and have tested up to a ten percent error in power,” I made a fifth pass on my setup before returning my attention to my other selves, “Three, are you ready?”
Twilight three moaned with her eyes clamped tight, a flush in her cheeks rivaling Big Macintosh’s red coat.
“Twilight three?” Twilight two asked, “Are you sure you can complete the matrix?” her voice was tainted with skepticism
“Oh, what? Ohhhhh that’s good… I mean, Yes, we’re good over here, heh. J-just tell me if anything needs any adjustment, and I’ll active-A-ate it.” I saw her cringe and close her eyes yet again.
Twilight two looked to the side, mouthed something, then after a few moments turned back.
“Excellent, we should have more than enough energy to penetrate the veil between our worlds,” she exclaimed gleefully
A high pitched giggle sounded from Twilight three’s side. She looked down, mouthed something angrily, and started to shake as she looked back up.
“Initiating trans-universal transportation spell matrix…N-noooow” Twilight three moaned, louder than before while her horn lit up. A second layer formed around her horn, and I could see her magenta aura phase in through the center of the glyph circle. Another layer formed around her horn, and a bright magenta-rimmed explosion flashed in the basement, sending papers and quills flying into the air.
The two Twilights’ faces were obscured by the blinding flare and their voices by a deafening roar, so I placed my horn in the center of the maelstrom and examined the layout.
“Ley line triggers intact, energy sufficient for phase one,” I muttered to myself. A slightly different pulse flowed through the first matrix, empowering the spell.
“Good, good, power levels appropriate for phase two,” I muttered again. One of the magical connectors wavered. What would happen if the energy leaked? It could create a paradox that would suck all our worlds into some sort of void. I didn’t want that to happen. That could kill us all. What would everypony think? Twilight Sparkle: the mare who destroyed parts of the multiverse!
I shook my head, clearing those grim thoughts, and focused on maintaining the communication spell to ensure its stability. The light grew around me, its purple tint almost completely washed out by the sheer power forced through the other Twilights’ horns. I backed up while the waves of power flowe
d over me.
A black crack opened through the center of the light, slowly stretching to the top and bottom in a jagged line. The rift opened into a great chasm, dissipating the white magical energy. The room silenced.
Create and activate trans-universal transportation spell matrix. Check.
The portal spun into a sphere, crackling with black bolts of energy. I stared back at my counterparts, then at the sphere.
“We did it.” I said, my voice low. I stepped towards the portal.
I heard something: “I’m COMING!” And then, screaming.
I jumped in.
Twilight Two
I woke up.
I woke to a blissful morning after a wonderful night. A warm, furry body pressed into my side as I shifted under the covers. The body was a calm in the storm of research that usually claimed me.
I quietly turned towards the fuzzy coat and inhaled, taking in its blueberry scent. Two furry limbs wrapped around my midsection and pulled me closer towards the coat, pressing me into a peaceful embrace. I opened my eyes to stare into the azure hair and purred lightly with a content smile. The covers slid off me as I rolled over onto the floor.
Or tried to, at least.
Those blue limbs held fast, immobilizing me. I pulled away with more force, but the blue form replied with an annoyed grunt and trapped me further in its warm and loving grip. I squirmed a bit, trying to break free. I finally gave up and tried another method.
“Trixie, I need to get out of bed,” I said drowsily. The mare beside me groaned before relaxing her grip. She moved her muzzle closer towards mine, pressing our noses together with her trademark smirk. I lifted my head, pressing her lips to my own. She opened hers and pushed her rough tongue against my mouth.
“Not now, Trixie,” I backed away, earning a disappointed moan from my marefriend. I rolled out of bed--this time successfully--and placed my hooves firmly on the floor. “Come on, breakfast isn’t going to make itself, you know,” I clopped to the bedroom door, turning my head with a smirk of my own.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not serve those who display such a feeble performance,” Trixie grumbled while raising herself from the starry covers.
“I told you, I have to set up the Trans Universal Spell Matrix powering unit, and youuuu,” I sang, “are powering it, which means we need food, and I need to clean up so I can make another good impression on our pony counterparts, remember?” I opened the door with telekinesis and turned my head, “We talked about this last night.”
“The only thing Trixie remembers from last night were your cries of adoration while she captivated you with her raw skill.” She gave a flourish of the covers, and crept up behind me. “Though she’ll admit that you still have a considerable amount of expertise…”
She stepped beside me and wrapped her foreleg around my withers, drawing me close, brushing her lips against my cheek. I blushed and hugged her back.
“Trixie will prepare another bountiful feast for her marefriend, take all the time you need,” Trixie cooed as she walked down the stairs, towing me along. We reached the bottom and I trotted to the bathroom while Trixie headed to the kitchen.
I quickly brushed my coat, mane, and tail, brushed my teeth, speedily replaced my supplies in their exact spots, and rushed out. A lovely sweet smell wafted from the kitchen, and my stomach grumbled in anticipation. I sat on my haunches at the central table, waiting for Trixie to bring my meal while I reviewed the steps for a trans-dimensional power receiver spell to absorb Trixie’s magic for the portal. Moments later, Trixie stepped from the kitchen with two steaming platters, which she levitated to our respective seats. Trixie sat down and motioned with her hoof for me to dig right in.
We ate quietly, basking in each other’s presence. No words needed be shared; we were content to feast by our loving company, giving occasional glances and the offhoof grunt of pleasure. Finally, we finished, and Trixie spoke up:
“So, about this portal…?”
“Well, as you know, I’ve managed--or rather ‘Twilight one’ as we call her managed--to get in contact with, well… myself, from two other universes.” I rested one of my forehooves on the table. “So rather than rely on our reports, we’ve decided to trade universes for eight days to experience each others' Equestrias firsthoof.”
“Are you sure the universes are as similar as you claim?” Trixie twirled a hoof in the air. “For all Trixie knows, the other ponies could be completely different. There may even be a few inferior Trixies!” Trixie smirked again and lowered her hoof.
“The chances of that much of a cultural discrepancy within a first inter-universal experience is slim to none. Most likely, all the ponies will be incredibly close to, if not the exact same as our own. Our temporal differences should be negligible.”
Trixie leaned forward. “So the Twilight that arrives in this universe should have the same luscious fur, same beautiful eyes, same perfectly shaped flank and the same spectacular attitude as Trixie’s own?”
I smiled and felt my face warm. “Well… yes,” I said, then my ears perked as I remembered something. “That reminds me,
Trixie, about this other Twilight. I have a favor to ask, I want to know if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Nothing can faze The Great and Powerful Trixie!” She turned her muzzle to the ceiling.
I laughed, and Trixie soon joined in.
“I love you, Trixie,” I beamed.
“I love you too, Twilight,” she smiled back.
We sat for a bit, then I continued.
“Well, since these Twilights should be me, I’d like you to treat them just like you would treat me. If they come through the portal and they aren’t treated with the same closeness and attention, they could easily revert to introversion.”
“You won’t harbor feelings against Trixie for treating the other Twilight like yourself?” she raised her eyebrows skeptically.
“Trixie, this is me we’re talking about. Our personalities should be very close to the same. It wouldn’t be fair for me to ask the same for anypony else, but I’m just asking you to treat me like… me,” I gave a weak grin, “Let’s go downstairs and get set up. We don’t want to be late for Twilight one.”
Trixie opened the door as I walked to the basement, closing it behind her after entering.
I reviewed the instructions for the power spell one last time and set to work. “Trixie, I need you to stand right there, I’ll set up the runes around you,” I walked to her after she moved, and sprinkled a reddish dust around her hooves in a hexagonal pattern. Outside each of the angles, I placed various symbols, and checked a few curves and angles.
“Now all we need to do is set up a block for the new communication matrix spe-“
“Already done, Twilight, Trixie formed the glyphs yesterday,” she interrupted.
“Thanks, Trixie,” I gave her a light peck, then returned to the center of the basement.
A trio of clouds appeared in front of me, the right one almost immediately transforming into an exact copy of my features, clean-maned and curious. I stepped forward and activated my own communication spell, closing my eyes in concentration, drawing on the connection made by Twilight one, weaving my magic into the same matrix that I felt from the rightmost cloud.
I opened my eyes, finalizing the connection.
“Twilight two! Glad to see you again.” The mare smiled awkwardly “Are you ready for the transportation sequence?”
“Yes, Twilight one, we’re just finishing up the communication controls over here, so you can access them and contact us whenever needed,” I shifted my hooves in calculation, “I’d say approximately four days should suffice before you re-test the design. I don’t have contact with Twilight three yet, do you have any reception?”
The cloud to my left flickered and molded into another Twilight. She looked disheveled and… wait--did she just do what I think she did?
I knew the universes were close, but were they really that close? Twilight three must have forgotten to wash after she got up, or maybe she didn’t have the time, seeing as she appeared so late, or maybe they went for another round this morning, there were so many possibilities for timestream fluctuation. Did we impact our respective timelines just by communicating with each other?
“Hah… hey Twilight one, Twilight twoo,” Twilight three grimaced and bit her lip, like she was trying to suppress a moan.
Oh Celestia… was three participating in intercourse now?
“Are you okay?” Twilight levitated a book, “It says here in the Magical Users Guide to Magical Projects that if a spell caster is emotionally compromised, any magical projects should be postponed until they recover.”
“No, I’m per-ER-fectly fine, nothing going on here…” she lowered her jaw and let her tongue loll out, then pulled it back in, “Apart from the Trans-dimensional travel spell matrix setup, of course,” she said woozily.
“Ooookay,” I raised an eyebrow, not believing my other self for a second, “Well, one, are you sure you’re set up?”
“Yes. I quadruple checked every glyph, I have the communication spell memorized and have tested up to a ten percent error in power,” She wandered out of the cloud, then returned. “Three, are you ready?”
I saw Twilight three moan, and knowing that pleasurable stimulation could interfere with casting, I took the logical and direct course. Thought interruption.
“Twilight three? Are you sure you can complete the matrix?”
I turned my head from the clouds before she could respond.
“Trixie, have you completed the rune-spell matrices?”
“Fully charged,” she raised the corner of her mouth, “Was there ever any doubt I could finish?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned back. “Excellent, we should have more than enough energy to penetrate the veil between our worlds,” I beamed.
Somepony giggled from the other side of Twilight three’s cloud. Wait--that wasn’t Trixie’s voice. That meant three was being pleasured by somepony else, which means that the worlds may have been completely different from my own. Maybe Twilight one’s world is full of psychopaths with a kind surface! What if Nightmare Moon won? What if Rainbow Dash never completed her sonic rainboom? What if everypony was of the opposite gender? What if I tutored a student that wound up killing me and spreading my remains across the multiverse?
Well... apart from the fact that I wouldn’t be casting this four-way spell if one of the me’s wasn’t there. No, no, the universes were probably very similar, we were well within reasonable cultural bounds for sure.
But maybe this wasn’t such a good idea-
The air before me crackled, spitting out magenta sparks, rapidly growing into a magenta tinted magical cloud that flung tomes and equipment across the basement.
Too late to stop.
“Trixie! Start pumping power into the spell matrix!” I shouted over the roar of the magical whirlwind.
Her horn glowed brightly, forming layer over layer of magical strands with an ice blue aura. The beam fired into the central spell matrix, causing it to brighten with energy. Some of the runes near Trixie wavered, to my shock.
“Trixie! I thought you said you had enough power!” I yelled at her.
“Trixie did! Something’s wrong with the spell matrix!” she cried back.
Twilight three. I knew her physical state would only cause problems. Maybe if she hadn’t decided to get herself laid while preparing an incredibly complex light-year traveling portal spell...
“Okay, I’m going to use some of my own power to stabilize the portal!” I powered up my own horn and dove into the center.My alicorn burned from waves of portal energy as I increased the charge to compensate for the matrix anomaly.
The tip of my horn turned from a bright white to an icy black, crackling vertically up and down the hurricane, expanding into a spherical portal. The portal pushed me backwards and I lost my hoofing, falling onto my rump.
Trixie kept fueling the core as it rotated around, replacing the wisps of magic with void.
“I’ve… got it, Twilight, go on in,” she gasped.
I backed up more, then charged headlong into the void.
Just before I reached the center of the portal, I couldn’t help but think I heard an orgasmic scream somewhere ahead of me.
I fell into the blackness, letting the portal consume me.
Twilight Three
I woke up.
I woke to a distinct lack of covers, and my mattress was still damp from the marecum expelled earlier in the morning. The sun shined in through the window and I sweated yet more, matting my coat as I slowly regained consciousness and remembered.
Oh Molestia was that a fun night. Check.
Yet, there was that itch, the same one that perpetuated not just every day, but all summer… unless I was pleasured by my friends; especially one of my best six friends, or the princesses.
Unfortunately, none of my friends lay near me; I could only smell their natural musk nearby--the smell of apples mixed with vanilla to my left, a cotton candy scent and a distinct pattern of fruits just ahead, a masked grassy smell to my right. And of course, marecum. I focused my attention back on that indescribably annoying itch and breathed in through my mouth in a feeble attempt to lessen the heat between my thighs... to no avail.
My hoof rose off my chest, touching the ends of my fur as it slid down across my side and around my flank. I imagined Rarity caressing my thighs, just shy of my folds as I traced circles around the stars of my cutie mark. I envisioned Fluttershy whispering kind and comforting words, breathing gently into my ears as I sharply smacked my haunch with the edge of my hoof and whimpered. I fantasized of Applejack tying my hind legs to the ends of the bed with a pair of lassoes as I stretched them apart, sliding my other hoof to my labia. I stroked my groin lightly and playfully, poking between my lower lips, drawing out the warm secretions, reminiscing of Pinkie Pie’s teasing. I thought of Rainbow Dash, her rough, athletic memories kicking in as I pressed both forehooves to my crotch, rapidly stroking up and down, in and out of my vagina. My hoof grazed my clit, sending a shuddering swath of pleasure up my haunches.
A moan escaped my lips as I massaged my folds, one hoof penetrating, pushing against my inner walls, the other rubbing all across my crotch area and along my thighs, collecting the wetness that began to soak into the mattress. The pressure in my groin built to almost unbearable levels. My cries grew more urgent while my hooves squelched with my juices.
The dam burst. Marecum splashed from my folds as I ripped my hoof from the cavity. I screamed in ecstasy and pressed my hooves into my flanks, riding out the current.
Dripping from my most recent orgasm, I relaxed again, the itch finally gone. I opened my eyes to view the room, to see my friends asleep across the room… in various positions, of course.
Pinkie and Dash were side by side. Cushioned steel cuffs held their legs tightly apart in an X pattern and both their hind legs were covered in a layer of marecum, but there the similarities of their predicaments ended. A blindfold deprived Dash of sight, while her wings were stretched lightly open by two cords, allowing access to the not just sensitive, but stimulative feathers that adorned them. Pinkie had no blindfold, but her jaw was pressed closed by a muzzle, preventing her from verbally expressing her normally cheery personality. A vibrator was still stuck in her lower lips, turned off.
The safety magic continued to work, detecting movements in Rainbow and Pinkie’s positions and adjusting slightly for maximum comfort. As always, any warnings of severe discomfort would automatically open the restraints, as per my spell’s design.
I looked to the left at a series of my specialized books--Ka-mare Sutra, Safe Sane and Consensual, Sixty Nine ways to Please your Mare, Thirty Four Rules of Bondage, and the obligatory Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy Three Hues of pink--a poorly written novel, if you asked me.
Applejack lay atop Rarity. Her hoof absentmindedly stroked Rarity’s crotch as they both dreamed of what I suspected were the events of last night’s party. Rarity let out a soft squeak and whispered a ‘wah-ha-ha’, or something similar.
My other foreleg gave out and I tumbled onto my muzzle. I looked at my hoof. A long black cylindrical object was held in the hoof of a black-clad pegasus. The winged mare’s pink mane and tail flowed out from her shiny latex garb, with a mask that revealed only her adorable closed eyes and graceful buttercream muzzle.
“Oh Fluttershy,” I chuckled, brushing the mane out of my eyes as I rose to my hooves and continued to the door.
I opened the door with my telekinesis and trotted to the top of the steps.
“Spiiiiiiiiiike,” I called, “Come on Spike, I need you to clean my room.”
“Sure thing, Twilight… but do you have to make such a mess every time you party?” Spike crossed his arms, an annoyed tone gracing his words.
“Not make a mess during our parties?” I levitated a book and opened it with a wild look in my eyes. “Right here, paragraph three on page fifteen of the Eggheads Guide to Orgies, it states,” I cleared my throat and read the title, “ ‘For optimal pleasure during an orgy, it is suggested that you:’ ” I skipped to the sentence, “ ‘expel as much cum as possible to stimulate you and your partner(s) and to protect your body from chafing during intercourse.’ You see Spike, the book says so. We have to make a mess!”
As logical and carefully crafted as my argument was, Spike remained unconvinced.
“All right, but next time you have another one of these parties, I want to come too.”
“Aw, Spike, you know I can’t do that…” I softened my expression.
“But Twilight, come oooooon,” he whined.
I sighed, creasing my brow and holding a hoof to my temple. “No, the Equestrian Agency of Deviances explicitly states in its F.O.A.L.C.O.N. clause that adult ponies can’t have intercourse with minors, lest they risk the child’s future enjoyment.”
“All right,” Spike groaned dejectedly as he walked up the stairs to my room.
“And don’t forget to unbind Pinkie and Rainbow!”
I walked into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator’s magic battery. Fully charged. I opened the fridge, levitated a milk carton over to the counter, removed a cup from the cabinet, and poured the milk into the-
There wasn’t any milk.
I grumbled angrily and stomped out of the kitchen, annoyed not only by the distinct lack of lactose, but also by my own negligence to place it on the list. The food list, not the foodplay list.
“Sup Twilight!”
“Aah!” I jumped.
“Ha! You should’ve seen the look on your face!” The cyan mare laughed, toppling onto her back and rolling on the floor, her prismatic mane falling across her face.
“Rainbow, this is no time for jokes! I forgot to put something on my food list. I don’t forget to put things on lists! I double check them, triple check them, I-“ Dash cut off my rant with her sticky hoof in my muzzle.
This was a disaster! I don’t forget to put things on lists! I even have a list of things to put on lists and I forgot! She was treating it like a game!
“Relax, Twilight, I’ll pick it up for you. Whaddya need?” She smiled and removed her hoof from my mouth.
“I forgot… milk.”
“Milk, you mean that creamy white stuff?”
“Yes...” Something was up.
“That stuff that tastes kinda’ sweet?” She smirked.
I raised my eyebrow. “Yes…?”
“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” she chuckled and flew off to my room with a polychromatic trail.
Upstairs I heard some banging, a giggle, a drilling noise, some squishy sounds, a harsh buzz, a few orgasmic cries, some kind of monkey--since when did I have that?--and my door opening.
“Here ya’ go, some freshly squeezed ‘milk’” Rainbow made quote motions with the primaries of her extended wings and chortled behind her hoof.
I gave Dash my most piercing stare, showing her I was clearly not amused. She looked at me and collapsed in hilarity.
“It’s not that funny,” I said harshly, giving her my ‘disapproval’ stare.
“You’re so adorkable, Twilight.” She patted my head, much to my chagrin.
Pinkie’s head took the opportunity to pop out from the empty milk bottle. Her forelegs followed and she squeezed her flanks out with a ‘pop’.
“Soooooooo, when is the other you coming? Huh, huh, huh? I should throw you a ‘welcome to a new universe and congratulations on performing an incredibly complex spell’ party! Well not you you but the you you you from universe two, oh wait that rhymes and Zecora does rhymes so maybe I’m turning into a zebra, can ponies turn into zebras that would be so cool! But then-”
My expression turned to horror as the realization hit me. I was late for my meeting with the three twilights. I was late.
“I’m LATE!” I bolted through the door, creating an anatomically correct hole. The splinters caught my mane and it stretched from perfectly straight to a mangled mess.
I reached the bottom to see the two clouds of my other selves, just in time for my itch to reassert itself right in my crotch.
Perfect….
That itch prevented me from concentrating. I couldn’t complete the communication spell. It was frustrating, being so close and yet so far from the one of the greatest magical achievements in the past millennium.
Pinkie bounced down the steps as Rainbow flew in. I turned around to face them, my head hung low.
“You look like a grumpy wumpy unicorn, what’s wrong?” Pinkie gave me a sympathetic look.
“It’s that itch, isn’t it?” Dash responded. I nodded. “I think we can help you with that, right Pinkie?” She flew to my side and threw a hoof over my shoulder. “You get rid of that itch with sex, right?” I nodded again. “Well then, let’s do it right here, right now, while you do that spell.”
I raised my head upon hearing that. “Wait, but won’t that interfere with the spell more? Wait… No, I think I can do it… Ready?”
"Always." Rainbow gripped my hind legs and Pinkie smiled as she stuck her muzzle up against my folds and began to lick.
The relief was almost instantaneous, an itch replaced by waves of pleasure as her tongue darted in and out of my lower lips. I started the spell.
“Hah… hey Twilight one, Twilight twoo,”I moaned through my pleasure as I entered the communication matrix.
“Are you okay?” Twilight one asked, “It says here in the Magical Users Guide to Magical Projects that if a spell caster is emotionally compromised, any magical projects should be postponed until they recover.”
“No, I’m per-ER-fectly fine, nothing going on here…” I opened my mouth, my tongue lolling out as Pinkie delivered a particularly strong lick to my nub. “Apart from the Trans-dimensional travel spell matrix setup, of course,” I groaned.
“Ooookay,” Twilight two raised her eyebrow, “Well, one, are you sure you’re set up?”
Pinkie stuck her muzzle further in. I closed my eyes and moaned, my cheeks growing hotter and hotter as a new influx of sensation invaded my loins.
“Twilight three? Are you sure you can complete the matrix?” Twilight's voice was tainted with skepticism.
“Oh, what? Ohhhhh that’s good… I mean, Yes, we’re good over here, heh. J-just tell me if anything needs any adjustment, and I’ll active-A-ate it.” I cringed as I stuttered, all the while Pinkie dove in, licking and pushing with all her skill.
“Excellent, we should have more than enough energy to penetrate the veil between our worlds,” Twilight two exclaimed gleefully.
A high pitched giggle sounded from inside me.
“Pinkie! I can’t concentrate if you do that, please find some way to stay quiet,” I frowned.
“Okie Dokie Lokie!” Pinkie giggled again… then stuck her head… in my vagina.
I felt a instantaneous expansive pressure. That was physically impossible. How could Pinkie possibly have done that? That was utterly and completely impossible. I…I…
I shuddered as Pinkie worked around with her tongue… from inside me. I still couldn’t believe that.
“Initiating trans-universal transportation spell matrix…N-noooow” I moaned, surges upon surges of pure sexual energy flowing through me. I wove the spell desperately, using all my concentration. My jaw hung down, my vocal cords resonating with a long, slow note of unbridled ecstasy.
The pressure inside me grew more and more powerful while Pinkie pumped her head.
I was.. I was going to…
Pinkie pulled her head from my orifice with a sticky splash.
I screamed something, my mind filled with only orgasmic delight and I leaped forward…
Leaped right into the portal.