• Published 4th Sep 2014
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Chemistry - Fuzzyfurvert



Could you trust a pony that can make you love them, no matter what? Could you trust a friend with a secret past you've recently discovered? Twilight would really like answers to these questions.

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Poison(Alice Cooper; 1989)

Chemistry Chapter 7: Poison

by Fuzzyfurvert

Luna frowned as she held Twilight’s mane back while the younger alicorn heaved half digested coffee onto the linoleum floor of the Judicial Authority library. “We hate to interrupt, but twould seem that We are not the only one who has noticed your faint. Our sister has just dispatched the guard to collect your unconscious form.”

“Uhg…why do I have to vomit in my dreams? Isn’t there a rule against that?”

“Tis not Our fault your mind is such a stickler for correct details.” Luna chuckled. “We shall let them know you are ill and to be gentle. However, it would seem you are destined to speak with Celestia sooner rather than later.”

Twilight groaned and wiped a hoof across her muzzle. “This is going to be pleasant. Does she know yet? About...this?”

Luna shrugged gracefully. “If not yet, she will know soon. We do not think you will escape her wrath this time, Twilight. We will, however, speak with her on your behalf.”

Twilight swallowed and grimaced. “You don’t have to do that, Luna. I...chose this. My curiosity gets me into more trouble than I like to think at times.”

“Still, you’ve done no harm yet.” Luna smiled and stroked Twilight’s mane softly. “That counts for something, We say.”

Twilight nodded slowly. “Will you stay with me until we get there?”

“Aye.”


Shining Armor sighed as the hot water beat down on his aching neck and shoulders. He must be getting older, he could feel it in his knees and hips. Taking care of Cadance always took it out of him, but the ache from holding himself up was new.

“No more skipping gym night, Captain.” Shining grunted and flicked his mane out of his eyes. “Time for a haircut too.”

He reached up and turned the water off, letting himself drip in the steam-filled royal bath. Without the rush of the shower he could just barely hear Cadance breathing from their bed. She’d passed out in his office an hour ago after finally suppressing her urges. It brought back a lot of old memories from Canterlot. It was surprisingly nostalgic, having to maintain an anti-magic shield while seeing to Cadance’s needs and then carrying her through the castle in an opaque sphere back to their private chambers.

Shining Armor stepped out from the shower stall and walked slowly over to the huge marbled counter and sink. He wiped a hoof across the mirror to clear the fog and smirked at his own reflection. “Yeah, time for a haircut, Shining.”

“Goddess, when did I become my father?” Shining leaned forward and examined the bags under his eyes and the deepening groove in his horn. “I doubt dad ever had to juggle my sort of duties.”

He checked his teeth for a moment and then reached down under the counter and pulled out a small jar of cooling salve. It had been a long time since he’d last used it but when he unscrewed the cap, that familiar smell wafted up and the cream looked just as it always did. Shining ran the edge of one hoof through the salve and reared up on his hind legs. With the mirror he could see the area with the worst chafing.

“Well...I certainly hope dad never had to deal with this.”


In her immense bed, Cadance rolled over and moaned softly. She reached out unconsciously and grabbed a pillow which she crushed to her chest. As she slept, the room grew warmer, the air took on the heady scent of a mare and pheromones as her horn flashed erratically. A pinkish colored miasma coalesced around the bed and began to swirl like its own miniature tornado with little tendrils reaching out exploratively.

Cadance dreamt of kisses and caresses and whispered little nothings in-between. She lay together with Twilight on a huge bed covered with silken sheets and surrounded by row after row of tealight candles. Music seemed to fill the background as she gently rolled onto her back.

Twilight was slowly driving her wild with small butterfly kisses that drifted up her barrel. The smaller alicorn lifted up over Cadance, the look on Twilight’s face said more than words about the sheer lust that flooded the two of them. Cadance gasped as Twilight’s horn suddenly set itself ablaze, casting them in a bright purple hue, and she felt something as supple and warm as a tongue but much larger begin to explore the whole of her.

She moaned louder as the flashing of her horn grew faster. The glittery haze created by her magic was as thick as morning fog and spread to fill the entire bedroom. Cadance’s body moved on sluggish autopilot as she rolled again and lifted her hips. Her hooves pawed futilely at the pillow in her grip for a moment before they found their way back to her slick wetness and the nub that was the center of her world.


“I wonder what she’s dreaming about?”

Shining shook his head and levitated a few towels down to where he was sitting on the royal bathroom floor. He was glad he’d had the forethought to put up a barrier around the bedroom before getting in the shower. He channeled a little more arcane juice into the shield and shifted to get his makeshift towel pillows underneath his knees.

Shining frowned as he watched his wife pant and writhe on their bed. Cadance was still unconscious but her hooves were on autopilot as she dreamed. He could feel the shield vibrate as her powers collided with it and bounced off only to slam into it again like a caged beast. If he entered and tried to comfort her, Shining feared it would overtake him instantly. Then he’d have a lot more than uncomfortable chafing to deal with.

Cadance groaned from the bed as she arched her back. “Twi...light…”

Shining blinked and tweaked the shield spell to block out sound. “I didn’t hear that.”


Twilight groaned and opened her real eyes. She could feel the light touch of magic running over her scalp, through her hair. It managed to find that perfect point of warmth and pressure that was at once both comfortable and painful, soothing even as it sent little jolts of pain along her horn. A golden glow passed briefly over her eyes as she focused on a ceiling that she knew well from her days as a full-time student.

“On a scale of one to ten, how angry are you?”

The princess she’d really rather not be talking to stepped into view as the feeling of the magic touch left her. “I would say about...a four. I was initially feeling more towards a eight but after Luna intervened on your behalf and seeing your injury, I have managed to simmer down somewhat.”

Celestia looked at Twilight with wet eyes. “I have looked over the trauma you’ve inflicted on yourself and I recommend you refrain from using too much magic. Thankfully, it is only a minor concussion. Rest for a few days and you’ll be back to normal.”

“Ugh...minor? It feels like there is a minotaur in a china shop and the china shop is my head.”

“If you can make metaphors, Twilight, you are not so bad off, considering. I mean it though. Take it easy and let the thaumatic pathways of your horn heal. Too much too soon and you might cripple yourself.” Celestia sighed and closed her eyes. “Goddess, Twilight, why?”

Twilight kept her gaze on the ceiling and did her best to ignore her princess. That seemed like the best way to fight the nausea that was churning her stomach. “Because. I-I just couldn’t accept it. I had to know what was in those cases. I had to know...had to know what sort of pony could accuse Cadance of a crime and make it stick. A part of me just couldn’t believe that she was guilty of anything more than being sweet and wonderful and loving.”

Twilight fell silent for a moment. “And I was curious...to be honest. I let it get out of control. Again.”

“You committed an act of betrayal by opening those case files. Betrayal of trust. MY trust, Twilight.” Celestia’s voice sounded flat. “I instructed you to leave it alone and talk to Cadance about this and yet you could not wait. To say I am disappointed in you would be an understatement.”

“I’m sorry.” Twilight closed her eyes against the lights to drift in cool darkness. “Can...can you ever forgive me? I know I make mistakes and sometimes I get carried away. I’m just...really really sorry.”

Celestia didn’t answer. Twilight fidgeted on the large cushion that held her as the silence stretched on.

Eventually Celestia sighed. “In time, yes, I will forgive you. But you have forced my hoof, Twilight. While the only victims of your actions so far are my feelings and Cadance’s privacy, I am still reserving my right to place judgement upon you.”

Twilight tensed. She’d feared an outcome like this. Why did she have to be so curious at times? Why did she just have to know everything? How could she be so smart and so stupid at the same time?

“I am sending you to the infirmary. The doctors are going to give you something to help with the concussion. While they do so, I am going to write an official letter of apology to Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and alert her to this information leak and the circumstances around it.”

Twilight turned her head to look at Celestia. “Wait...that’s it? Sorry Princess, but I was expecting...a bit more.”

Celestia looked down her muzzle at Twilight and her horn started to glow faintly. “You will deliver it, personally to Princess Cadance. Furthermore, Twilight Sparkle, you are not to return to Equestria until you have made amends with her.” Twilight felt the princess’ magic flow into her and the geas wrapped itself around her spine and the animal part of her hind-brain. Once she crossed the border, she would not be able to come home until the conditions were met. Unlike mental manipulation, the geas would make her weak and feel ill if she tried to come home before making amends with Cadance.

Celestia stood and let the glow fade away before turning toward the door. “I hope you put all of your study of friendship to use, Twilight. I do not wish to lose another pupil to the idea that she is above my advice.”

Twilight flinched when she heard the door close softly. She lay there in silence and stared at the wall, her mind devouring itself. Why did she do the things she did? Was something wrong with her? Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? Why would she do something so colossally stupid? Was something wrong with her? How could she betray the trust and privacy of the two most important ponies in her life?

Was something wrong with her?