Just Dropping In
Twilight Sparkle, former Crystal Prep Shadowbolt turned raven-winged demon turned Canterlot High Wondercolt, sat in her room late at night, studying over an old history textbook to prepare for a test.
She didn't really need to read the textbook. She was an A student, the kind that never had to worry about whether or not she'd do well on a test. Of course, doing well interacting with others was another matter.
Twilight yawned, covering her face as she did. She looked back down to her page and blinked, as the words seemed to swim around the paper.
"Probably time to go to bed," Twilight thought out loud. She scribbled in one last note in her notebook, then moved to put her pencil back in her pencil cup, but her tiredness made her hand unsteady, and she dropped the pencil.
"Crap." Twilight rearranged the letters in the word in her drowsy state. The pencil rolled away. Twilight dropped to her knees off the chair and snapped her hand out to grab it, but she missed.
The pencil continued rolling. It went right out from under her door frame.
Twilight groaned in exasperation. She got to her feet, dusting the bunnies from her knees. She didn't want to leave her room. Her parents and her older brother would wonder why she was up so late if she disturbed moving throughout the house, then insist she couldn't keep staying up like this on school nights when she'd done this long and hadn't gotten anything less than A- yet.
Her mind wandered and she wondered what was even the purpose of A-. Why not just give students a B? Or an A after a B+? What purpose did that serve? Wouldn't it be simpler to just have the letters?
Twilight pushed that thought out of her head. She left her room and made sure to close the door quietly as she could.
She flipped hallway light on to look for her pencil. She saw it had rolled all the way to the end of the stairs.
She groaned again. At once, Twilight was seized with a memory of the time she turned into a demon. She had blasted portals everywhere, tearing rifts into fabric of reality. How nice it would be to do that now, so she didn't have to go through the effort of walking all the way down every single step on the flight of stairs when she was tired and wanting to go to bed.
"Psshoom!" Twilight thrust her hand out and pretended to shoot a portal from it. She chuckled sleepily. It was just an idle fantasy, but it made her feel better and lifted her spirits.
"Kazow!" Twilight pantomimed the motion again.
She was taken aback when a green burst of light shot out from her palm and struck the floor, creating a portal into which the pencil. An accompanying portal appeared over Twilight's hand and dropped the pencil directly into her palm.
Twilight blinked several times. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She looked at where the portals connected, but they were both gone.
"Dreaming," Twilight said to herself. "Hallucination. Sleep deprived hallucination, that's all it was. What actually happened was that I went down the stairs, picked the pencil up, and came back up. I'm a little tired, so I started confusing fantasy, memory, and reality. That's all."
As if to put an indelible stamp on the universe that was the version of events that happened, Twilight exhaled a sharp breath and went back into her room. She hopped onto bed and went to sleep.
Twilight was disturbed in her slumber in the middle of the night by an unwelcome, warm sensation in her bladder.
I need to go to the bathroom, Twilight realized. But ... I don't want to get out of my bed. I'm so comfy!
She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head into the pillow, hoping to fake sleep until she made it, and in doing so, she could ignore her body's natural urges. Alas, she was unsuccessful.
"Ugh." Twilight groaned, her voice rough and harsh. She put on her glasses, tossed off her covers, and hopped out of bed.
She looked at the door as if it was the most hateful thing in the world.
Here she was, just trying to sleep before test day, and her body was disrupting her natural sleep cycle with some other sleep cycles. And then she was going to have to walk to the door, and then go down the stairs, and then lock the bathroom door behind her, and then flush and then wash her hands, and then go back up the stairs and ugh. Just … ugh.
Twilight meekly took her first step towards the door. She shuffled her feet across the floor, skidding to the door.
Twilight groaned again, wishing she could just skip it and go back to sleep. Her hands hung loosely and swung to and fro as she made her way to the door.
Twilight heard what sounded like an energy blast. The noise alarmed her and made her think a monster her friends at Canterlot High had beaten previously had come to take revenge on her. Or perhaps a student acquired some magical powers they were not yet fully in control of.
Twilight yelped as her room disappeared and seemed to sink upwards.
She miraculously landed on her feet with remarkably little pain.
"What, who what now?" Twilight asked, shifting her head back and forth and trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Her room had been replaced by pale blue white paper and white ceramic structures. It took Twilight a few minutes to realize those structures were the house toilet and the sink.
"What?"
Twilight looked up and saw portal shimmering above her. It showed with a clarity of a professional camera lens the ceiling of her bed room.
"Okay," Twilight said, hyperventilating as she realized the implications. The portals were real, not imaginary, not sleep-deprived hallucinations. This was happening in reality. "Okay, Twilight, don't freak out, don't freak out. You've just got ... a little portal magic, that's all. Nothing to be worried about. I mean, it's not like it looks ..." Twilight stared at the portal's glowing green rim. "Exactly like ... the portals you made when you turned into a monster, ha ha! No. That's silly. There's ... no need to be afraid."
Twilight was about to scream. She thought she might turned, look in the mirror, and see the grinning face of Midnight Sparkle looking at her maliciously as she took over Twilight's body.
Her bladder reasserted itself and interrupted her oncoming freakout with more pressing concerns.
"Ack!" Twilight yelped, remembering why she here in the first place.
She went about her business, then decided to examine the portal.
It was still here. It showed her bedroom. It put her in the bathroom from her bedroom, so ... maybe it could do it the other way around?
Twilight rolled up her sleeves and braced herself. She put her hand through the portal, grimacing and thinking that something bad was going to happen, though she couldn't articulate what just yet.
She felt around. After some fumbling, she gripped and felt the edge of the floor in her room.
Now reasonably certain that the portal wasn't going to dump her in some alternate nightmare demon dimension, Twilight grabbed the edge of her floor with both hands and hoisted herself up into her room.
"Hup!" Twilight grunted, landing on her room's floor. She felt drained after her physical feat of the day. She made a mental note to do more pullups at the gym.
Twilight heard a humming noise and looked behind her. The portal was shrinking, disappearing now that she no longer had need of it.
"Okay, Twilight," Twilight said to herself. "Calm down. Just ... stay calm and analyze the situation. Do what you do best, as Rarity would say. So..."
Twilight cupped her chin and paced back and forth.
"I have these magical portals that look a like Midnight Sparkle's. I don't seem to have full control over it, but it's at least partly intuitive and will take me where I want to go. I wanted to go to the bathroom, it took me to the bathroom. I wanted to get my pencil, it got my pencil. But where did it come from? Is Midnight trying to take over my body? Is it some delayed reaction from the geodes?" Twilight gasped. "Have I actually secretly been Midnight this whole time, and Twilight was just a disguise, and now I'm ready to shed my cocoon and reveal my true form!?"
Twilight paused.
Yeah, no. That was stupid.
Almost as stupid as believing a person who built a cult could be trusted not to destroy the timeline after nearly destroying the time line, or offering redemption to some wallflower who blamed other people for the fact no one remembered her after she'd been going around wiping peoples' memories of her.
Only the most hack writer would do something like that, and Twilight wasn't pretty sure her life wasn't a story. And if it was, she would hoped that with someone as smart as she was, her writer was at least half that smart.
But now she was getting into existentialist territory, which was more Pinkie Pie's speciality, and even then, only on every other Tuesday after she had Maud's special brownies which Pinkie insisted weren't spiked, but Twilight and the rest of their group had their doubts.
Twilight sighed. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight this late at night. She took off her glasses and went back to under her covers. "I'll worry about it tomorrow. I'll tell the girls, and then we'll figure something out."
With the knowledge that whatever the problem was, her friends would help her through it, Twilight was able to reacquire her peace of mind and get some quality rest for tomorrow, test, portals, and all.
Twilight approached her friends out front of Canterlot High before school started. She clutched nervously at the straps of her backpack along the way.
As usual, they gathered around the statue that doubled as a portal to another world for reasons no
one really understood - Sunset had been studying it for years, at least that's what she told
Twilight.
"Hey, Twilight!" Pinkie Pie greeted her upon her arrival. "What are you up to? Rainbow Dash was just telling me about how she totally dreams about being a pretty pony pegasus!"
"An awesome pony pegasus!" Dash snapped, refusing to be described as pretty.
"I wonder if the Rainbow Dash in Equestria has dreams about being a human?" Sunset wondered idly.
Dash scoffed. "As if. Who would want to give being a high-flying magic pegasus who, I'll repeat, can fly just to be a boring old human?"
"Well, I was a unicorn, but I must admit, it does have its advantages." Sunset looked down and wiggled her fingers. Then her eyes glanced over to her chest, ensconced neatly by her blazer of choice. Today she was wearing the one with the spikes, but her pale shirt.
Sunset looked over to Twilight and noticed an invisible cloud hanging over her head.
"Twilight?" Sunset stood up. "Are you okay? You look like you've got something on your mind."
"Oh, no," Twilight said. "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?" Sunset said.
"Yeah, Twilight," Applejack said. "We're your friends. If there's anything we can help you with, you've gotta let us know."
"Indeed," Rarity added. "It does not good to keep secrets from each other, darling."
"That's rich, coming from you," Applejack quipped. "But in all seriousness, Twilight, is there a problem? Because if you so, you gotta tell us."
"Yeah!" Pinkie agreed. "How are we supposed to help you with your problems if we don't know what they are?"
"Okay," Twilight said. "There is something." She shuffled her feet and did not elaborate.
"Is it making you uncomfortable?" Sunset asked. "If you want, I could get out my geode and just read your mind."
Twilight sighed, pushing her glasses up on her face. "No. No, that's okay. Besides, I don't want you messing around in my mind anyway. I'm not sure you'd like some of the things you'd find in there."
"You'd be surprised at what I can live with," Sunset said. "But I respect your decision."
"It's probably better if I just show you."
Twilight turned around. She inhaled sharply and and thrust her hands out, grunting and straining.
The girls watched her with incredulous looks.
"Is the secret supposed to be that she's lost her mind?" Pinkie Pie whispered.
"Pinkie!" Applejack scolded.
"I don't understand," Twilight said, looking at her hands. "I couldn't stop it last night, and now I can't start it today?" She looked back at her friends for reaffirmation. "Let me try it again."
She threw her hands out again. This time, she succeeded, as two green blasts of energy flew out of her palms and struck the ground, ripping open dimensional rifts that led into who knows where.
The other girls clapped and applauded as if they were only witness to a good magic trick and nothing more.
"Whoo-hoo!" Pinkie cheered. "You have to show me how to do that sometime!"
"What, you mean you don't pop out of random places often enough already?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Hold on, girls," Sunset said. "I think we might have a problem here." She walked over to the edge of the portal, and crouched down next to it. She ripped a blade of grass out from the school dirt and tossed it into the rift.
Sunset stood up. "These portals look exactly the ones Twilight made when she turned into Midnight Sparkle."
Twilight winced at the name, which Sunset felt apologetic about.
"Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Twilight said. "I'm ... going to have to get used to it eventually. You don't just turn into a demon once and then expect everyone to forget about it."
"Ha ha ha!" Sunset laughed, awkward and forced. "Yeah. We'd never forget something like that, would we, girls?"
"What's she talking about?" Pinkie Pie asked.
Applejack struck her in the ribs with an elbow.
"Oh, right, that," Pinkie Pie said.
"Don't worry, Twilight," Sunset said, putting one hand on Twilight's shoulder while taking Twilight's hand in the other. "We'll get to the bottom of this, together. If is something to do with Midnight Sparkle, we’ll stop her.”
Twilight looked at Sunset and smiled. "Thanks, Sunset." She embraced Sunset into a hug. "I know I can always count on you."
"That's right," Sunset said, breaking away from the hug. "Until then, try not to use that portal power too much. We wouldn't draw unnecessary attention. For all we know, it could be that the more you use it, the stronger Midnight becomes."
"Don't scare the poor girl, Sunset!" Applejack cried out with dismay.
"I'm sorry!" Sunset said. "I'm just trying to consider all the possibilities here! This is a magical ability that she's never had before except for when she's absorbed too much magic, and I just want her and all of you to be aware of the potential causes and consequences of it! Sheesh!"
Sunset threw her hands up into the air and walked towards the school. "Excuse me for wanting to be responsible! It's not like I–I don't know–care about my friends' safety or anything!"
Sunset entered the building.
Applejack rubbed sorely at her arm. "I guess maybe that was a bit harsh."
"I say you were well in your rights to say so, Applejack," Rarity said. "We don't want to scare the poor dear."
"Yeah," Applejack said, "but Sunset's right. She just wants what's best. No portal magic, Twilight. Not if you can help it."
"No portal magic," Twilight affirmed, sweeping her hand across the air in an oblique vow. The six of them went inside the school and headed off to their respective morning classes.
“Okay,” Twilight said to herself as she walked down the hallway. “I just have to make sure I don’t do any portal magic until after school.”
Against Twilight’s will and despite her best efforts, a portal shot out of her palm just then and landed on the wall.
“Ah! No!” Twilight looked at the portal and what she saw interested her. It seemed to be nothing but an endless expanse of white.
“What is that?” Twilight narrowed her eyes. She adjusted her glasses and leaned in for a closer look.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before,” Twilight said to herself. She turned away from the portal and thought.
“On one hand,” Twilight said, “Sunset and the others say I shouldn’t use do anything with the magic, and I agree with them. On the other hand, this could be something important. Monumental, even. I might have made an amazing discovery! Like, I know, we have the portal to Equestria, but it’s not the same thing as finding something for yourself.”
“I say go for it!”
“Ah!” Twilight threw her books up into the air, alarmed by Pinkie’s presence. “Pinkie! What are you doing here?”
“Going to school and encouraging you to be naughty, duh!” Pinkie Pie cheerfully answered.
“Oh no,” Twilight said, having a horrible thought. “What if this magic problem is worse than I realized? What if … what if you’re not actually here, and you’re just a construct made by the magic to encourage me to use it? Or what if I’m just going crazy?”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Twilight,” Pinkie assured her. “But if I was a hallucination, would I tell you?” She rubbed her chin in thought.
“I suppose not,” Twilight answered.
“Anyway, why don’t you go see what’s on the other side of that portal?” Pinkie suggested. “Who
knows! It could be aliens!”
Twilight looked at the portal, then at Pinkie Pie. “Are you sure about this, Pinkie? What if Sunset’s right? What if I use the portals and something bad happens?”
“That’s a good point. Counterpoint! What if you use the portals and that helps you understand what’s happening and how they work and why they’re popping up now?”
“That’s a good counterpoint,” Twilight admitted. She looked at the portal, then at Pinkie. “Okay. But if anything bad happens, you have to answer to Sunset, not me.”
“Done and done!” Pinkie Pie said, saluting. “Though that’s gonna be a bit of a problem if I’m not actually here and it’s all in your head.”
“Don’t remind me,” Twilight said dourly. She rolled her sleeves and prepared to journey fourth and venture into the portal, sticking her hand in cautiously.
She discovered the white nothing that filled the portal was actually something solid. It was soft like velvet, and fleshy. She wondered what it was. Curtains? Clothes? A radioactive substance that she shouldn’t be touching? One that would give her gamma ray spider bite powers, perhaps from a super serum made of an Kryptonite arc reactor? She could never keep all those superheroes straight while at Crystal Prep, and Pinkie and Rainbow Dash had been helping her since her transfer, but it wasn’t going well. She’d much rather read Jane Austen than Stan Lee.
Celestia finished filling the last letter of the last word in her crossword puzzle.
“Yes!” She raised a fist to the air in jubilation. At long last, she had figured out the puzzle. Its mysteries would taunt her no more, and she could figure out the answer to the hint on the adjacent page that offered a code for a free coupon discount the next time she bought canned goods at the grocery store.
Celestia pulled out a drawer and filed the crossword and the discount away for future reference.
“Now, to get back to work … what’s my schedule for the rest of the day?” She glanced over at the clock and grimaced. It was half past noon. She was late to make an announcement about the school’s summer programs. The crossword puzzle had eaten into more of her time than she realized.
“Crrrrud,” Celestia swore, switching words mid-sentence in case a student happened to be walking by her office. She wouldn’t want for someone to overhear her using swears and report it to their parents.
Celestia grabbed her mic off the desk and pressed the button.
“Testing, testing, one, two, three, is this thing on?” Celestia said. She cleared her throat. “Attention, students. I apologize for the delay, but this is a late announcement regarding our summer programs. If you would like to join our summer programs, which include reading, engineering, and lego sculptures, please see ...”
Celestia grimaced, her lips tucking like she’d just ate a raw lemon. It felt like something thin had just gone through her vagina.
“As I was saying, please see … ugh.”
Celestia groaned as the intruder kept poking around in her privies.
Celestia held the mic away from her mouth. What in blazes could this even be? There was no else in the room with her, and her pants were zipped up. It was too thick to be a worm or some other insect that crawled up her pant leg.
“As I was saying ...” Celestia winced as the whatever-it-was kept rooting around in her pussy. “Please see … Cheerilee in the library … and tell that you would like ...” Celestia bit her lip, grabbing the edge of her desk to and try distract herself from the invader in her snatch. “To sign up … for summer camp!” Celestia squealed as the invader pressed in further, digging deeper into her woman-cave.
“Oh!” Celestia groaned. “Stop that, you!”
She realized, with horror, that the mic was still on.
Thinking quickly, she turned it off. But she knew how teenagers worked. She was one, once. A few of them would come to the conclusion, correctly or not, that Celestia was having sex in her office, and then the gossip would spread from the wiser teenagers who knew about sex and how to recognize sexual-social cues to the younger ones who didn’t, and then the gossip would spread more, and more, until the entire school was convinced she had a young man in her office when she had done no such thing.
The invader rolled around in Celestia’s cunt, and Celestia remembered she had more pressing immediate concerns. Figuring out who or what this was would be some consolation for the fact morally self-righteous parents would be banging on and bust down her door for daring to, allegedly, have sexual thoughts while running a school.
Celestia backed away from the desk and steadied herself. She went over and locked the door so she could address this issue.
She unzipped her pants and dropped them to her ankles along with her panties.
"Okay, you," she growled at the invader, "I don't know who or what you are, but if you think you can just run around in my vagina without permission, you have another thing coming!"
She looked down and saw the pale, pink tube shape poking through her folds, and the green circle that surrounded the base of the tube. The two combined to make it look something like a sex toy that had gotten lost and ended up in Celestia's pants by accident.
"Maybe it is a worm," Celestia. "A perverted, foreign worm."
Celestia grabbed the base of the thing and jerked it out of her pussy. It gave no resistance, instantly stopping the minute Celestia's fingers touched it.
Celestia tried to raise the thing it up, but the green circle was attached to remained in place, as if glued to a random spot in the air.
The thing in her hand wiggled and writhed, trying to get free. After a moment of thought, Celestia relaxed her grip and allowed it to go. It retreated into the green circle, which soon disappeared like a flame going out.
“I might need to investigate this,” Celestia said, staring at the space where the worm had once resided.
There was a knock on the door, startling Celestia. She heard keys jingling and the door unlatch.
“Celestia?” Luna said, peeking her head into the door. “I have something in need of your signature. It’s urgent, so I used my key …” she stopped, looking at Celestia with her panties around her ankles. “I hope there’s a good explanation for this.”
“It’s not what it looks like!”
Twilight whipped her hand out of the portal as fast as she could at the first sign of trouble. She didn't like being grabbed by whatever was on the other side of, and from the feel of it, whatever it was didn't appreciate her poking around and touching it, either.
"If there are aliens, I don't think they're nice aliens, Pinkie," Twilight said. When there was no reply, she turned around. "Pinkie? Pinkie Pie, where did you go? Oh, great. Does that mean it really was all in my head?"
Twilight looked at her palms. She flexed her fingers, imagining she could feel the power coursing through, the pulsing heartbeat of the portal's pumping through her chest, into her bones.
"Hallucination or not, maybe she's right," Twilight said. She marched down the hallway. "Maybe I can learn to control it after all. I have to try!"
Twilight pumped a fist to herself then marched down the hall and entered into the ladies' restroom for some privacy so she could practice and focus without distractions or other students to disrupt her.
She locked herself into a stall and stood back. She raised up her hands, closed her eyes, and grunted, focusing and trying to will a portal out from her hands upon command that would lead to the location she had in mind.
"Hnng!"
Pzoom!
Success! She had done it! Partially, at least. A portal had shot out from her palm and struck the bathroom stall door, but it didn't show the location she had made. She had wanted to get ot the janitor's closet. Somewhere private and isolated so she could get her hand through without scaring anybody, and continue to practice in peace by hopping back and forth between the closet and the bathroom - both areas that offered their own form of privacy. Instead, what she got - what the portal showed - was another expanse of white, though it seemed to be a clear shade than the previous one, less of an off-white and more of a pure alabaster color.
"What are these things?" Twilight wondered, peeking into the portal. "And why do they keep showing up in my portals?"
With no other recourse of action except to go for it in the name of SCIENCE! Twilight went for it, sticking her hand in cautiously.
"So, as you can see, despite the rather drab photos we sometimes get in the history books, the people of 14th Century France were far more fashionable than we sometimes give them credit for," Rarity said, clicking through her slideshow as part of her presentation.
"And sometimes more fashionable than some of us in the modern day," Rarity muttered under her breath as an aside. Not that she was pointing any fingers. Psst. That skirt is so last season, Octavia.
"Very good, Rarity," her instructor Fancy Pants said. "What else can you tell us about 14th Century French fashion?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Rarity said. She turned from her instructor to her presentation and let our a small grunt, followed by a cough as something pressed through her vagina at a most inopportune time.
"Rarity?" Fancy Pants asked. "Are you quite all right?"
"Just fine!" Rarity said, saving face. "I believe a bug may have just bit me somewhere sensitive." She rubbed at the back of her neck to draw suspicion away from her crotch.
"Now, as I was saying … as you can see here … the people of 14th Century France were very fashionable, often making use of puffy sleeves, pants, and lace colored with cheap dye to add a bit of flair to their outfits.”
"These dyes would typically made from ..." Rarity paused and inhaled a deep breath as the finger in her cunt pressed in further. "From crushed powders mixed with liquid, which then be used to ... dye their clothes."
Rarity jerked her head off to one side.
"It's commonly believed ..." Rarity bit her lip. Whoever or whatever was messing around with her pussy was determined to get really far in there.
Oh, it feels so good! But I'm in the middle of a presentation, darling! Couldn't you wait until later?
Rarity walked behind the desk, hoping the students wouldn't notice her giving the desk a slight hump to take the edge off.
"That poorer citizens used purple dye in order to place patches on their clothes, because purple was a sign of the rich. Of course, they would have to hide these when the tax collectors came so it didn't appear that they were richer than they wereeee." She dragged out her word as a second finger slipped into her labia. She jerked her head and grimaced.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Fancy Pants asked. "There's no shame in admitting it."
"I am ... just fine, professor," Rarity insisted. "Just a bit a spot of indigestion. I think something from the cafeteria must be having a disagreement with my stomach. Anyway, where I was?" Rarity looked back to her presentation. She clenched the remote to distract herself from the twitching and throbbing her cunt was doing.
"As you can see here ..." Rarity clicked a button, shifting her slideshow to a painting showing a number of peasants dressed in commoners' robing. "The peasantry of France had an impeccable sense of fashion, much better than their Spanish or German counterparts at the TIIIME!"
Rarity pressed a hand over her crotch.
"Rarity," Fancy Pants, "I think I'm going to have to insist you go visit the nurse."
"No!" Rarity snapped. "I can finish this."
Fancy Pants glared.
"Please, Professor Fancy Pants? Please just let me finish this. After that, I'll head straight to the nurse, but I want to finish my report."
"Very well. You have three minutes, then it's to the doctor."
"Thank you." Rarity clicked to another slide, this one showing a woman of the French nobility. "And of course, who would be the most fashionable in the kingdom but the women in the court? Clothing was one way a woman could express herself without upsetting the fragile male ego that imposed many restrictions on her. The dresses of French princesses, queens, and dukes were always very ..." Rarity breathed heavily, her eyes turning half-lidded. "Very ..."
Rarity nearly fell over, using the desk for support.
"That does it!" Fancy Pants snapped. "You are going to the nurse at once!"
"No!" Rarity said. "Just ... just let me finish."
There's no use fighting, Rarity thought. Just let it happen.
Rarity's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue lolled out as she came. Her cunt winked and leaked, cum sliding down her skirt and into the portal.
"As ... as I was saying," Rarity said, continuing on and ignoring the cum stain in her clothes, "the dresses of the French noblewoman were very elaborate, but so was that of their male counterparts, who often employed only the best tailors in the kingdom to make their royal robes. I think ..." she leaned against the desk. "I think I'll see about that nurse now."
Fancy Pants took Rarity by the shoulders and helped her to the door.
"Not a word," Fancy Pants warned the students, glaring as he left.
The minute he left, the students naturally disregarded his warnings.
"So was it just me, or did Rarity totally just cream herself?"
Twilight was dismay when the alien's reaction to her stimulus was to eject and spit a thick, syrupy fluid onto her forehead and the bridge of her nose.
"Eww." Twilight pushed the portal away and closed it between her palms, making it disappear.
"What is this stuff?"
She was thankful she had the sense to do this in the restroom. She left the stall and went over to the sink to wash the gunk off her face with a mixture of water and paper towels.
"Ugh," Twilight shook her head. "I hope I don't do that again. Maybe I should take it easy with the portals." She said to herself as she left the restroom.
"Twilight! There you are!" Sunset called.
"Oh, hi, Sunset," Twilight greeted her, at once filled with guilt for risking using the portal magic, even at the instance of what might have been one of her friends.
"Come with me," Sunset said. "We're going to the lab to see if we can't figure out what to do about your portal magic. I called in a few favors and reserved us a lab with some equipment."
"Lead the way, Sunset."
They went into the lab and got everything set up. Sunset put Twilight into an isolation chamber and hooked her body up to some electrodes while Sunset stood outside wearing a lab coat and some gloves.
Is it wrong that I think Sunset looks sexy with a lab coat on? Twilight wondered.
"Okay, Twilight," Sunset said. "Let's see if we can't to the bottom of this." She wiggled her fingers and pressed a few buttons and dials. "Make a portal on the left side wall, please, if you can."
"I'll try." Twilight aimed both her palms and focused. Some grunting and flexing later, a large portal appeared on the wall that seemed to lead into the gym.
"Very good," Sunset said. She jotted a few notes down in her clipboard, the lab coat swaying as she did.
She has a really nice figure, Twilight thought. She blushed. Goodness, what am I saying? I shouldn't think about my friend like that.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked. "Are you okay? I'm reading some increased heart rate from you. Do we need to stop?"
"No, no, it's fine," Twilight said. "Anything for science."
"Okay. But let me know if it gets too much, all right? I'll pull the plug right away. Make a portal to the right wall."
Twilight turned around and shot another portal out with ease.
"Hey! I think I'm getting the hang of this!"
"That's good to hear," Sunset said. "It'll be better to hear once we know for sure this isn't evidence of Midnight coming back, or some other magic problem," she added under her breath. "Now, try and dismiss the portals."
Twilight held out a hand towards each other. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She brought her hands together, and the portals moved with her hands, fusing into one portal that led somewhere that wasn't either destination.
Sunset cocked her head off to one side, fascinated by this result.
Twilight continued her focus, and the portal shrunk down to the size of a pocket watch. But before she could finish shrinking, her thoughts were interrupted by an image of Sunset standing in the lab wearing both but goggles and that coat, and she lost her focus.
"Ah!" Twilight opened her eyes.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked with concern. "Status report!"
"I'm okay," Twilight said. "Just ... worried about something. I have a history test coming up."
"I understand," Sunset said with a reassuring smile. "But try to focus. History tests aren't going to matter much if you explode or turn into a monster or something."
"Right." Twilight looked down at her hands and was alarmed by what she saw. A patch of yellow skin with a thin slit down the middle. She recognized it as a vagina.
Wait, does that mean the other portals ...? Twilight thought. That what got on my face was - ew!
But Twilight noticed something about this one, aside from the fact that unlike the others, it was at an angle she could clearly tell what it was.
It had the same skin tone as Sunset.
Twilight looked up at Sunset, then down at the portal. The portal magic must have sensed the thought that was going through her mind.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked.
Twilight didn't answer. Instead, she turned around and cautiously put a finger into the portal.
Sunset squealed, confirming Twilight's suspicion. Sunset looked down at her crotch to see what it was. She slapped at herself just in case it was a bug.
Twilight moved her hand away just in the nick of time to avoid being swatted. She glanced over at Sunset, then at the portal.
"Twilight, what's going on?"
With something–Midnight Sparkle, who knows?–compelling her to be naughty, Twilight lifted the portal up to her mouth and stuck her tongue inside, tasting Sunset's flesh.
Sunset squealed and jumped a foot into the air in alarm. "What is ..." she backed away from the controls and pulled down on her skirt to see what was happening.
Twilight pressed her tongue deeper and deeper, sucking and licking all over Sunset's snatch.
Sunset moaned. "Ooh, that feels good, but ..."
Twilight pressed her advantage and dug her tongue in as far as it would go. She blasted another portal thinking of Sunset and reached inside, cupping one of Sunset's boobs.
"W-what's going on?" Sunset asked in confusion.
Something wonderful, Twilight thought, as she continued to eat Sunset out. She lifted the portal up and tilted her head back as if she was drinking from a chalice. Sunset's snatch contracted around her tongue. Twilight tasted the first hint of wetness from Sunset's pearl.
"Ooh!" Sunset fell to her hands and knees. "It's so ... I can't ... fight it." She moaned and brought her hand down to her crotch, running her fingers on the inside of her thigh and up to her throbbing clitoris enhance the pleasure. It didn't take long after that for her to reach orgasm, spilling cum out of her slit and unknowingly into Twilight's mouth.
Twilight slurped it all up greedily without a care in the world about discovered. Once she was sure Sunset was done and she had gotten all she was going to get, Twilight swallowed it all in one gulp.
Twilight sighed in delight.
"That was weird," Sunset said, getting to her feet and pulling up her skirt. She turned around to the chamber. "I'm sorry about that, Twilight, I don't know what happened."
Sunset received an answer to her question when she saw caught Twilight red-handed with evidence of the crime, with the portal showing what Sunset knew was her vagina, and a string of cum connecting the portal to Twilight's mouth.
"Twilight Sparkle, you'd better have a good explanation for this," she said, arms crossed with a heated glare directed at Twilight.
Twilight put on her best awkward smile.
"Um. I was weak and you're sexy?"
Sunset crossed her arms and chewed on her lip. She was still angry, but a large part of her ego, and libido, was pleased. "Fine. I guess that'll have to do. Just ... don't do it again, okay?"
Sunset paused.
"Without asking first," she broke her glare and gave her a small wink before turning around and leaving Twilight in the lab.
Twilight exhaled sharply, and then pumped her fist again. Yes! That went better than I could have hoped for!