Twilight's Drinking Problem
Applejack paced in front of the Golden Oaks Library, eyeing the door and frowning. She could hear the scrabble and clatter from inside and knew exactly what waited for her: Twilight Sparkle, crowned princess, local librarian, beautiful girlfriend, and energy drink addict.
Applejack pulled off her Stetson and held it in her hooves while grimacing to herself. She took a breath. “Listen, Twi, I think ya got a problem,” she rehearsed. “Ever since ya started buyin’ them Manticore drinks by the case I’ve been right worried about ya. I think you should slow down, not for me, but for your own health.”
She mulled it over and practiced a few more times, cycling through different phrases and tones, sometimes more stern, sometimes pleading. After a few minutes and the realization that nothing could be gained from delaying any longer, she stepped forward and knocked.
A crash reverberated from indoors that made her jump back a step. She laid her ears flat as the door swung open in a glow of magic and slammed against the wall.
A blur filled her vision. “Applejack!” Twilight chimed, flitting through the air and grabbing her around the neck in a powerful hug. Twilight dragged her inside. “I was hoping I’d see you today; I was restocking all the books with cursive writing on their spines, and came across one about farming, and thought about you, and I almost made you a picnic lunch so I could see you, but then I saw it was two in the morning, so I thought I’d wait, but then I started dusting—”
The door slammed behind her and she started. She straightened her hat and turned to her girlfriend, but Twilight had flown back to a shelf. The room was littered with empty bottles and fallen tomes, and she watched with growing awe and concern as Twilight pulled book after book down and into a cloud suspended in the air, before launching to another case, shelving her current load, and repeating the whole process over again. As Twilight worked, she continued to talk.
“—And once I was done counting all the words in the complete works of Dockens, it was already after lunch and I started planning on bringing you dinner, but then you showed up instead, and I got to see you now!” She fluttered away from the shelf and hung upside down in front of Applejack. “Hi! I missed you!” She wrapped her hooves around Applejack’s neck and drew her into a kiss.
Applejack closed her eyes and surrendered to Twilight’s embrace, but her brow knit as she tasted the fruity and oddly metallic bite of Manticore Energy Drink on her lover’s lips. Twilight pulled back and flew to a shelf. “So what brings you here?”
Frowning, Applejack took off her hat again. “Well, I was wantin’ to talk to ya about somethin’.”
“Alright, I love talking to you, go ahea—augh, I missed a book that had ‘f’s typeset instead of ‘s’s; I have to redo all those shelves…”
Applejack watched Twilight whiz back and forth from bookcase to bookcase. She frowned and glanced around the room. “Don’t Spike normally help ya with this sorta stuff?”
“Spike went into town; he said something about needing a cold drink. I told him there was lemonade in the fridge, but he said he wanted to drink something quieter, which didn’t make sense because lemonade doesn’t make any noise, and when I asked what he meant he was already gone, so I’ll have to ask him later.” She buzzed away from the shelves to hover in front of Applejack. “Do you want any lemonade?”
“I’m fine, sugarcube.” Twilight whipped back to the shelves. Applejack muttered to herself, “Can’t blame Spike one bit.” Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Twilight. "Now, Twi, ya know I love ya, but—"
"Of course I know you love me, Applejack! I love you, too! There's so much about you that's amazing! You're so cute, and smart, and—and orange." Twilight halted in her organization to race to an open bottle stamped with a picture of a manticore. As she guzzled what was left of the violent yellow drink, she floated a replacement bottle in from the kitchen, before returning to the books.
Applejack blinked and looked over her shoulder. "Orange? I don't know what my coat's gotta do with anythin', but ya see, I—"
"It has to do with everything! Look at how well it matches with my coat!" Hooves wrapped around Applejack’s waist and she was hoisted from the ground.
"Hey, put me down!" She dropped her hat as her legs dangled two feet off the floor.
"And your mane always smells like apple trees!" Twilight buried her muzzle in Applejack’s mane and inhaled. "And all your muscles..." She ran her hooves across her girlfriend’s sides.
"Stop it, Twi, I'm ticklish!"
"I could spend all day touching your muscles..." Helpless laughter escaped Applejack’s mouth as Twilight groped and fondled. Applejack slipped from the tenuous grip and clattered to the floor. Twilight darted down and nuzzled the back of her neck. “So strong and pretty. And that’s just your physique!” She flipped through the air and landed in front of Applejack close enough for their snouts to touch. Applejack shrunk back half a step in surprise. “Your brain is just as beautiful as the rest of you. Prettier, even!”
Applejack raised an eyebrow.
Twilight grinned and nodded in satisfaction, before jumping and turning back to the bookshelves. “Almost forgot what I was doing! Books aren’t gonna sort themselves!” She leapt into the air and dragged the contents of several shelves into the air in a glow of magic.
“…Yeah…Anyway, Twi, I was wantin’ to talk to ya about them Manticore things you been drinkin’.”
“Oh, they’re fantastic, aren’t they? I don’t remember the last time I had this much energy; I feel like I could do anything!” She levitated the full bottle of Manticore to her mouth and downed it.
Applejack picked her hat back up and held it to her chest, her tone serious. “I’m worried ya might be overdoin’ it a bit, sugarcube. Those things can’t be all that—” she yelped and dropped her hat again as a stack of books fell in front of her muzzle, just barely catching them before they spilled to the floor.
“Hold these!”
“—good for ya,” she finished, tottering back and forth of her hindlegs. “How long’s it been since ya slept?” She tried to peer around the tower and came snout to snout with Twilight again. She yelped and nearly lost the books.
“It’s been three days! Isn’t that great?!” Applejack could see a web of broken capillaries racing over her girlfriend’s eyes, dyeing them pink. “Oh, look at you flex!” She slapped Applejack’s toned ass, eliciting another bark of surprise. The books rained to the floor.
As Applejack settled back onto all fours, she felt Twilight drape herself halfway across her back, rubbing her sides and haunches. “T-Twi, what’re ya…” Twilight kissed her neck, and she pressed into her lover. “Twilight, I think them drinks’re—”
“They’re great; I have so much energy! Normally after sorting all the shelves, I’m too tired to move, but right now I’m up for anything.” She leaned forward and grazed her teeth over Applejack’s ear. “Anything.”
A shiver ran up Applejack’s spine. Twilight’s touches danced along her coat, making the short hairs stand on end. Twilight knew all of her weak spots and exploited them without mercy; her eyelids fluttered from the attentions while she fought to keep her train of thought from being derailed by her rising arousal. It was a losing battle, and every time she tried to recall her practiced lines, a roving hoof or feather scattered them to the recesses of her mind.
“That’s another thing I love about you; sex is just such an open and comfortable part of you. Remember how nervous I used to be? You’re never like that; you like what you like and your body responds immediately, no misplaced shame, just a confident acceptance of fact. I bet you’re already wet…” Applejack gasped as a leg slid back. “Yep! I can smell it, too.” Twilight nuzzled into her neck. “Applejack, I want you right now.”
“Mmn, I’d love to, but—”
“Ohh, but the shelves…Nevermind, they can wait, let’s go!”
The hooves caressing her sides tightened, and Applejack felt herself lifted from the floor and flown up the stairs. At the top, they paused, and before Applejack had a chance to say anything she heard the top of a bottle twist off. She rubbed her face as Twilight drank the Manticore. “Twilight, I’m tellin’ ya, this can’t be goo—”
The bottle clattered onto Twilight’s desk and they took off again. They crested the loft and Twilight dropped her onto the bed. She opened her mouth to continue, but the words died in her throat as she felt a hot breath across her marehood. “See, I doubt you even thought about positioning yourself like this, raised up in the back and lowered in the front with your tail to the side, presenting yourself to me; you just landed like that because you know what you want. I don’t know how I ever stop touching you, you’re so attractive.” Twilight leaned forward with her tongue hanging from her mouth.
Applejack felt her face grow warm as Twilight gripped her flanks. She cast a look over her shoulder and her eyes met with Twilight’s. She could tell from the look her lover gave her that Twilight desperately wanted to keep talking, but her mouth was otherwise preoccupied. Applejack tried the opening. “Twilight, listen, about them drinks, I think you need to cut ba—aaahhh…” Her eyes threatened to roll back in her head as Twilight’s tongue stopped circling her entrance and thrust inside. Her back legs started shaking and a moan escaped her snout. “I—I’ll tell ya later,” she gasped.
“Mnf fnn fmf nff.”
Applejack bit her lip as vibrations teased her sex. She shot Twilight an incredulous stare.
Twilight’s horn glowed with magic and her attention was drawn to the side of the bed as their box of toys floated up from the floor. She spread her legs further apart in anticipation as Twilight leaned away. “You’re so sure of yourself, and take-charge, but still so feminine; it drives me wild.” Applejack heard the click of buckles snapping into place, and she felt the smooth plastic of a toy slide across her stomach. Twilight’s forelegs gripped her haunches as the strap-on pressed against her folds. “I love you, Applejack.” Twilight slid inside of her.
“I love you,” Applejack grunted while she filled up, her inner walls hugging the toy as they stretched inch by inch. Twilight’s hips met her rump and she let out a sigh, the last shred of her planned intervention falling away in her body’s pleasure. She wriggled against her girlfriend, making the strap-on press and tease at different spots. Twilight slid back and thrust in again.
“Oh, sugar—uhn—cube…” she breathed, dropping her head onto her forelegs. Twilight built a rhythm, slapping home against her ass with quickening beats. She looked back over her shoulder to watch, her muzzle stained dark and her eyes half-lidded.
A twitchy mania lit up Twilight’s features while she rutted Applejack faster and faster. Her hooves trailed up Applejack’s barrel, massaging muscles, as she slid forward. Draped over her lover’s back, Twilight hugged Applejack around the middle and buried her face in her mane. A steady stream of grunts and huffs replaced Twilight’s words as she drove in over and over.
“You know—nnf—when I can tell you’re close?” Twilight whispered. “Your right leg starts twitching.” She kissed Applejack’s neck and ran a hoof down her belly. She pressed in on Applejack’s nub and rubbed in circles.
Applejack bit down on her foreleg, pushing back to meet each thrust, feeling desire flood her core with mounting urgency. She felt her back leg spasm and wondered how long she’d done that, and when Twilight had noticed.
Slamming in, Twilight grinded against her backside, twisting the toy against her marehood and teasing her most sensitive spot with a hoof. Applejack shoved back and felt her walls clench, grasping the strap-on, as pleasure raced from her belly. The tips of her hooves tingled and the hairs of her coat rose in a rush of gooseflesh as she writhed and mewled. She snapped her hindlegs together to grip the strap-on hilted in her sex.
As Applejack panted, lost in waves of bliss, Twilight moaned out, “You’re so cute when you finish.” Applejack turned to see Twilight as best she could; the manic energy had passed and Applejack only read need on her lover’s face. As another wave of pleasure hit, she reached down to undo the straps. Twilight grabbed her hoof.
“Th-this toy,” she struggled out, pushing deeper into Applejack, “doesn’t fit very well…It rubs against me.” She underlined her statement with a thrust. Applejack watched a ripple of desire crinkle Twilight’s muzzle and nodded. Twilight leaned away and, toy still buried inside, guided Applejack over to her back. She grabbed Applejack’s hindlegs and built a new pace, their eyes locked.
Biting her lip, Applejack watched Twilight slide in and out of her, her sex relaxed and slippery, Twilight’s hips smacking home each time. Her fading orgasm leveled off with the new tide of pleasure, aided by the look on Twilight’s face. Her lover panted against her fetlock, eyes lidded, mane messy, wings spread for balance. She lowered a hoof to where they met and touched herself to the expression.
Twilight moaned as each thrust forced the toy across her folds. Her thighs, hips, and stomach ached from the exertion, and she relished the strain, grinding at the end of every plunge, her gaze lingering across her girlfriend’s body, watching Applejack’s chest bellow as she rubbed herself. Twilight whimpered, feeling soaked under the harness and throbbing with lust.
A squeak escaped her lips when the strap-on brushed her clit. She shut her eyes as a rush of wetness dribbled down her thigh. Her sore muscles clenched in a wave that carried release through her body and clouded over her thoughts. In a haze, she felt Applejack’s leg tremor against her, and with jerky movements continued thrusting. As an aftershock of pleasure tingled up her spine, Applejack arched off the bed with a second climax.
Twilight let go of her girlfriend’s legs and collapsed onto her chest, heaving gulps of air. Applejack hugged her close, still clenching and relaxing around the toy, and kissed the top of her head. They rode out their release for several minutes, tangled in each other’s hooves.
“Applejack?” Twilight panted.
“Yeah?”
“Be a sweetheart and get me…another…Manticore…” Twilight trailed off into a rumbling snore.
Applejack dropped her head back against the bed and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle with a hoof. “Oh, sugarcube…” she marveled.
With care, she rolled with Twilight until she was on top, and carefully lifted herself off the strap-on. It came free with a pop and she stumbled to the side. She dragged herself off the bed and onto her hooves, and took a step forward. Her back legs teetered and she nearly sunk to the floor. She let out a huff.
Glaring over her shoulder at her flank, she berated, “The both of ya can buck so many dang trees in a day I lose count, don’t go all wobbly on me now!” Gritting her teeth, she straightened up. Eventually, the tremors subsided. “That’s better,” she muttered. She turned to Twilight.
All six limbs splayed out across the bedspread and drooling a little as she snored, Applejack couldn’t help but grin as she looked her lover over. “Ya know, Twi,” she murmured to herself, “when normal ponies go see their girlfriends ‘cause their worried about somethin’, they have a fight, maybe cry a little, an’ work stuff out.” She looked at the strap-on, still standing lewdly at attention from Twilight’s waist and glistening with spent lust. She sighed and shook her head. “Thank Celestia we ain’t normal ponies, huh?”
Stretching out her back and kicking some strength back into her legs, Applejack huffed again, headed down to the kitchen, and poured every last bottle of Manticore down the sink.
