The Spectrum of Love by Dusk Twinkle
“I have to say, that meal was splendid,” Pearl Prism said, dabbing her mouth with a silken handkerchief. She levitated her glass of red wine and took a generous sip, eying her companion with a sultry expression. “How about dessert?”
“I was just thinking the same,” Star Gazer replied, grinning. “A tart, perhaps?”
“Oh, you cheeky devil,” Pearl Prism giggled. “How dare you call me such things? I’ll have you know I’m a prim and proper lady.”
Star Gazer laughed. “Oh, is that so?” He called for a waiter who provided them with dessert menus. “I’ll have the tiramisu.”
“And I’ll have the cream pie sticky date pudding,” Pearl Prism added. She turned to Star Gazer, sharing a playful wink. “With extra cream.”
“Of course,” the waiter said with a bow, and soon enough, the two unicorns were delicately making their way through the soft, tender, and pleasantly sweet puddings.
“I must say,” Pearl Prism began, letting the warm, sugary cream slide down her throat. “I’m still surprised you would even think to ask me to dinner. What could a world-famous scholar and accomplished bodybuilder marathon runner ever see in a poor, reclusive librarian like me?”
“I see a hard-working mare with an eye for fine literature,” Star Gazer said, his lavender amethyst-colored eyes sparkling in the dimly lit restaurant. “And I for one find nothing more insatiably irresistible than a beautiful mare with a love for books.”
“You flatter me!” I Pearl Prism replied, her cheeks glowing a deep shade of crimson.
“No, no, it’s true,” Star Gazer said. “I’m astonished you hadn’t already got married long before I met you!” He polished off the rest of his tiramisu. “Well I am positively stuffed. I’ll get the bill.”
“I can pay towards it.”
“No, I insist,” Star Gazer said, calling over another waiter. “This is my treat to you.”
“It’s ended so soon,” Pearl Prism said sadly. “Couldn’t we order another bottle of wine and enjoy it here, together?”
Star Gazer smiled. “I have a rather large impressive wine cellar at home. Perhaps we could continue our
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Twilight gasped, tossing her quill back into the inkwell and pushing her parchment to the rear end of the desk, levitating a pile of scrolls and stacking them on top. Her heart was pounding. She had definitely heard a noise from downstairs. “Oh, please no,” she muttered to herself, getting down from her stool and creeping towards the landing. “Spike?”
No answer. She wasn’t expecting Spike to have returned by now, anyway. He was out spending the day with Rarity and Sweetie Belle at the cultural appreciation fair in Canterlot, which didn’t wrap up until the evening. Twilight had been offered an invitation, but had turned it down, citing some important studies that, in truth, didn’t actually exist. She had more pressing issues to attend to, issues that absolutely required some precious alone time. And now fate had come to scupper those plans. She gulped.
“Spike?” Twilight called out again, descending the stairs. “I wasn’t expecting you back so–” She stopped in her tracks. “Oh, Owlowiscious!”
“Who?”
Twilight stormed over to the wall-mounted shelf and began levitating the strewn books back into place. “You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought Spike was back!”
“Who?”
“You know who! Be more careful when you’re flying around, okay? You’re lucky it wasn’t something more valuable.”
“Who…”
Twilight trotted back to her desk and sighed deeply, recovering her masterpiece-in-progress and inking her quill. “Right, where was I?”
For the past few weeks, Twilight had been working in secret on a writing project that she’d kept locked away in the darkest corners of her mind. Ever since she’d caught a glimpse of the fabled Fifty Shades of Hay and learned that, despite her assumptions, it was indeed not a book about emotional maturity gained through the hardships of life, and the wisdom that those who are old and grey possess. No, it was a simple story about a mare being tied up and having things done to her by a rich stallion. And since learning of its success, Twilight’s mind had been altered ever since.
Ever since she was a young filly and had discovered the glorious wonder of the written word, Twilight had often wondered if she should turn her attention to writing a novel of her own. She’d dabbled in some rudimentary poetry as a teenager, spurred on by doubts and a rebellious streak so brief that most had even forgotten it had happened. Beyond that, Twilight had conjured up fantastical realms far beyond the reaches of reality, where the very fabric of the universe and its mechanics could be controlled such that an entire planet’s ecosystem grew and thrived purely on mystical energy, with all manner of incredible creatures beyond that which Equestria had never seen. Twilight had spent years coming up with ideas, scribbling notes that she stashed at the bottom of her wardrobe in a small wooden box. Then finally, she decided it was time to write the seventeen-part fantasy series Caustic Willow, for not only was she ready, but the world was finally ready…
After three days spent pulling her mane out trying to finish the first chapter, she gave up on writing forever.
However, now the writing bug was back, and Twilight had her heart set on something very different: erotic romance. Armed to the teeth with absolutely zero romantic experience and a hefty helping of idealized fantasies born from sexual repression, Twilight would soon see her pseudonym Dusk Twinkle in gold leaf, as the famed author of The Spectrum of Love. The first item on the agenda was, of course, creating memorable characters.
Pearl Prism was a twenty-three year old librarian virgin who loved books, star charts, red wine, and avoiding getting caught in the rain. Years passed without any attention from stallions, and she resigned herself to a life without love, forever filing those late fees. Star Gazer was a twenty-six year old athletic scholar with a doctorate in advanced medicine and a brief stint in the military. He was not a virgin, having had sex only once at the age of seventeen to his childhood friend who had broken his heart, leaving him soft and vulnerable under his chiseled, muscular and well-endowed exterior, secretly yearning for a mare who could touch his heart and free him from his insecurities, one cuddle at a time. It was the perfect story of stallion meets mare, stallion has tantric sex with mare, stallion worries he’ll ruin the mare’s life and breaks up with mare, and mare wonders what in the actual living flip he was thinking and bangs on his door after braving getting caught in the rain – which she hates – and then they get married and have sex again, this time in the Royal Canterlot observatory, sneaking in after opening hours. Iconic. Jaw-dropping. Mesmerizing. That’s what all the critics were going to say.
“Okay, nearly there,” Twilight mumbled to herself, turning the page and working through the next chapter.
“Wow, this is you?” Pearl Prism remarked, looking over a series of framed pictures on the wall. They depicted a younger Star Gazer in a war-torn camp, applying bandages and giving injections to injured foals. The largest picture showed him surrounded on all sides by happy ponies, holding up a giant banner reading ‘Thank you, Star Gazer.’
“Oh, those old things?” Star Gazer said with a shrug. “I was just doing what any pony would do. Those little colts and fillies were just victims of a war they didn’t even understand. The crooked scar that runs down my right thigh was a small price to pay for saving the lives of a few hundred. And this one here,” he continued, levitating a picture of an earth pony filly holding out a daisy to him, “her name is Cotton. Everyone said she would never walk again and would have to spend her life being carted around in a wheelbarrow, in agony for the rest of her days, but I saw to it that on the day I took my leave she was sprinting to and fro, smiling each and every day. She was the true hero of that war, not me. I hope to have a daughter like that myself, some day. Oh!” he exclaimed, putting the picture back. “Sorry. I got a little nostalgic there. Would you like some wine?”
Twilight had researched the names of hundreds of fine wines, accompanied by extensive descriptions of their complex flavors and aromas. Not that Twilight had any clue about that stuff. Wine is wine! It tastes like wine! But the extra detail would add an air of sophistication to her story that she hoped would resonate among those in the upper class, and those who pretended to know about wine.
“Ah, Chateau du Plonk! A fine choice!” Star Gazer said beamed. “Sixty-nine years old, with a citrus and chamomile aroma, hints of beetroot and violet notes. It’s rich, raw, with a harmonious blend of herbaceous and velvety flavor. Very nice!”
“Sounds yummy!” Pearl Prism said. And it was. She could totally taste all the subtle little flavors as they danced on her tongue. “Wow! This is the best wine I’ve ever had! I love it!”
Twilight continued writing, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety as the scene progressed. It had played out hundreds of times in her head by now. Star Gazer would tell Pearl Prism of his various adventures all over Equestria, bandits he had fought in an effort to reclaim priceless relics and put them back in the museum. They had offered him a million bits and he had replied, “your smiles are all the payment I need.” Next, Star Gazer spoke of his rivalry against a devilish and egotistical marathon runner named Seventh Sin, who frequently tried taking out his competition before each race using bear traps and trip wires, laughing maniacally. And even after Star Gazer had incurred such an injury, he would manage to take down Seventh Sin, rushing ahead of him in the race. Then Seventh Sin would try and trip him up before the finish line, but inadvertently trip himself up and be sent tumbling down the cliff shouting “I’ll get you yet, Star Gazer!” as Star Gazer got first place to a cheering crowd. And then Pearl Prism would talk about the book she was reading. It was to be an accomplished exercise in romantic development between two compatible characters who shared a deep connection with one another.
“Brrrr,” Pearl Prism said, holding her hooves to her chest. “I’m a little cold.”
“Here, I’ll light the fireplace.” Star Gazer sent a burst of magic into the neatly stacked pile of wood oak beneath the mantlepiece and it burst into flames, basking the room in a cozy glow pleasant radiance. The warmth was intense and satisfying.
“Thanks,” Pearl Prism said, putting her hooves out in front of her and feeling the heat. “That’s so much better.”
“Anything for my princess,” Star Gazer said, chuckling. The glow from the flames cast across his cheekbones, making him even more handsome than he’d ever been before.
“More wine?” Pearl Prism asked, her heart beating faster. She shuffled her hind legs, trying to resist her instincts. She felt a bit of a tickle down there, and it was becoming increasingly distracting.
Twilight leaned back and sighed contentedly. She’d been writing pure gold non-stop for almost three hours and needed some refreshment. Trotting into the kitchen, she quickly prepared a bay-leaf sandwich and brought a jug of water and glass to her room. Finishing her meal and taking a well-deserved sip, she readied herself once again. Taking a cursory glance at the clock, she realized that Spike would be home in about four or five hours. That was more than enough time to finish the first act. And now, she was just getting to the good part.
“Wow, it’s huge!” Pearl Prism exclaimed, running her hoof down the entire length of Star Gazer’s telescope. “Can I look through it?”
“Of course!” Star Gazer said with a smile.
“I’ve never dealt with one this big before,” Pearl Prism said, blushing. “I’m a little intimidated. What if I break it?”
“Here, I’ll help you.” Star Gazer gestured for Pearl Prism to look through the eyepiece. “Now reach for the focus adjuster and curl it slowly towards you.” He placed his hoof on top of hers. “Here, like this.”
“Ooh!” Pearl Prism gasped. It was the first time a stallion had ever held her hoof, and her heart was going into overdrive.
“Now look,” Star Gazer whispered in her ear. “What do you see?”
Pearl Prism took a few deep breaths and looked once again. “What’s this? The Lupus and Lepus constellations? They look so clear!” Pearl Prism shifted the telescope, drifting her viewpoint across the night sky. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Star Gazer said, wrapping a hoof around her shoulder.
“Star Gazer, I–” Pearl Prism gasped, but she was cut off with a kiss.
Twilight licked her lips. Her mouth was dry. She poured herself another glass off water and knocked it back. “Phew,” she muttered, wiping the sweat from her brow. Things were really heating up now. Twilight’s breathing had become labored as she stared at the page, eager to write what came next.
He kissed her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck. Then the shoulder, and then the forehead. That was four kisses now, all in a row. Next, he pulled Pearl Prism into a great big hug.
Pearl Prism looked at Star Gazer. Star Gazer looked at Pearl Prism.
Pearl Prism and Star Gazer were looking at each other.
Twilight gulped audibly. Sweat was dripping from her forehead now. She wiped it off and reached for the jug again. “Come on, Twilight. You can do this.”
“Star Gazer, I don’t know,” Pearl Prism whispered, her soul on fire. “I really like you, but what if I’m not ready?”
“Nopony is ever ready,” Star Gazer replied, stroking a hoof through her mane. “That’s the way the world works.”
“But still…”
“Shh,” Star Gazer cooed. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” And then the two of them fell onto the bed.
“Oh, wait!” Twilight exclaimed, looking back through her story. She slapped a hoof over her face. “Of course!” In a rare moment of negligence, she’d almost committed the unforgivable sin of the dreaded ‘plot hole’. Thankfully, she’d realized her mistake immediately and amended an earlier paragraph.
Star Gazer’s study housed rows upon rows of colorful tomes, the gold and silver trims of their spines gleaming. The bookshelves were a dark mahogany, buffed and polished to perfection. An oil painting of a rabbit leaping across a meadow hung above a collection of rare minerals encased in glass, from precious gems such as opals and rubies to smooth, pristine discs of quartz and topaz. The wooden floor was adorned with a velvet rug that was soft to the touch. However, Pearl Prism’s attention had been drawn to a towering telescope that peered out of a skylight, out of which the full moon hovered in the sky, soaking the room in dazzling moonlight. There was also a bed in there.
“Okay,” Twilight muttered, flicking to the next page. Plot hole was taken care of. Now for the real deal.
Star Gazer and Pearl Prism both wanted to make love now more than anything in the world, but their clothes prevented them from doing so. Given how much more difficult it would be to undress each other, the pair opted for the logical choice and undressed themselves, neatly folding their clothes and putting them in the corner to prevent unnecessary creasing.
The pair’s instincts had taken over now, and Star Gazer began kissing Pearl Prism’s hooves with untold fervor as Pearl Prism let out a satisfied whimper. Everything they’d ever said, everything they’d ever done, had been leading up to this moment. Star Gazer stood over Pearl Prism, admiring her with his usual, charming grin, his eyes sparkling. Pearl Prism relaxed herself completely, giving a subtle nod. It was time. She had accepted it. It was going to happen any second now. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Everything had led to this. Pearl Prism was about to become a grown mare. She waited with anticipation, wanting him to be one with her. It was almost upon her, the deed that she wanted now, more than ever, millions of years of evolution embedding desires deep within her soul, across thousands of generations. He was closer to her now, and Pearl Prism bit her lip. She knew what was to come, that Star Gazer was about to take her virginity. She took some deep breaths, readying herself for what she’d waited so long for. She’d deluded herself over the years into thinking that she had no desire for love, that she could wander through this world alone, that she didn’t need the tender touch of a stallion who was ready to be there with her. She was past those days, ready now to start anew. She stretched her legs apart. It was time. There was no stopping it now. She didn’t want to stop it now. It was everything she never knew she needed. The fulfillment she’d desire for so long, now mere seconds away from happening. It was almost too much, but Pearl Prism cast those doubts away, for now was the time. She and Star Gazer were about to become one body with two minds. Her fears melted away. All that was left was excitement and an intense longing. Her life would be forever changed after this night, that much she knew.
Twilight gasped for air, coughing and spluttering. She’d been holding her breath without realizing it. “This is too much,” she said aloud, the water jug shaking erratically under her magic. She gulped hurriedly, her thirst seemingly unquenchable. But there was still more to be done. Exerting all efforts to quell her unsteady heart, Twilight continued, slowly and surely writing the next sentence, gradually forming the words one letter at a time.
And then… it happened. Pearl Prism and Star Gazer were having the sex.
Twilight tilted her head back and gasped once more. “I can do this!” she cried, slapping her cheeks. “Come on!”
Pearl Prism let out a moan. It felt like
Twilight paused, biting nervously on the top end of the quill.
It felt like
Twilight furrowed her brow.
It felt like
“What do I…?”
It felt like
She was stumped. “No, come on,” she muttered. “I’m sure I can think of something.”
It felt like she’d eaten a big bowl of cornflakes after being hungry all day.
“No!” Twilight said, scribbling the sentence out. “Something else.”
It felt warm and toasty, like a freshly baked loaf of wholegrain had materialized inside her.
“Not good enough,” Twilight said. “I need something more, something sexy!”
It felt like a pillar of stone had formed in her lower body.
It felt like a balloon then something good happens.
It felt like a great oak had sprouted
It felt like the tentacle of a giant squid was
“No, no, no!” Twilight fumed. She rubbed her temple, groaning annoyedly as she looked down upon the column of crossed-out words. Just as she’d been hitting her stride, now in the most important part of the story, her muse was leaving her. “I have to look within,” Twilight said, trying some basic meditation techniques. “It has to be perfect!”
Twilight’s eyes shot open. The answer had sprung forth like a miracle.
It felt like she was long forgotten jigsaw puzzle missing one vital piece, and today was the day that piece was inserted, and she was whole, the puzzle forming a wonderful picture. There she was – a picture-perfect mare.
“Oh, I am amazing,” Twilight said gleefully. “Now for the real fire.”
Pearl Prism could hardly believe it. She was having sex! For real! And it was really quite good. “Hip, hip, hooray!” she cried jubilantly. “Don’t stop, Star Gazer!”
“Oh, Pearl Prism,” Star Gazer said, kissing her cheek once more.
The two went through all the known sex positions: doggy style, and normal. Pearl Prism preferred normal so she could see Star Gazer’s handsome face while they were doing it. He looked so strong and confident, like an army general charging into battle. She gripped the bedsheets and cheered. “Super-duper!”
Twilight reached for the jug once more and tipped the remaining contents down her throat. All that was left now was for her own deepest desires to make it onto the page.
After a brief discussion, the two decided to switch places. Pearl Prism went completely limp and Star Gazer took hold of her using his magic, turning her into a flesh and blood marionette that he could control and manipulate to his every whim. Pearl Prism stayed completely relaxed as she was shaken about like a ragdoll, while he laid back with his hooves behind his head as if he were sunbathing.
“I don’t know,” Twilight mumbled to herself. “The way I’m describing it makes it seem kind of violent. Some ponies might find that a bit worrying.” But a little voice in the back of Twilight’s head told her not to panic, that all the greatest pieces of literature in the world had taken risks. That the authors had been willing to say the unspoken in order to break down the invisible ties that bind us. And so, Twilight decided to rewrite a section of the paragraph.
Pearl Prism stayed completely relaxed as she was battered around like a fleshy ragdoll – REALLY VIOLENTLY – which was just the way she liked it, while Star Gazer laid back with his hooves behind his head as if he were sunbathing. Pearl Prism was now but a helpless plaything under his total manipulation, which made things much easier for the both of them, and quickly became their go-to method. “Gosh, golly!” she exclaimed.
Twilight’s heartrate kept rising as she continued the scene, the strokes from her quill becoming more erratic and frenzied. She reached for the jug again, forgetting it was empty, cursed, then carried on with the story.
“Who’s having fun?” Star Gazer asked.
“Me!” Pearl Prism cried joyfully. It was like the world’s best bouncy castle and book fair combined. She locked eyes with Star Gazer, their romantic bond growing stronger with each movement.
And finally, the two unicorns fell onto the bed, exhausted from the almost five hours of incredible, non-stop pleasure. It was just as Pearl Prism had envisioned it.
“Now for some modern lingo to spice things up!” Twilight quipped, picking up speed.
“That was sick!” Star Gazer exclaimed, putting on some smooth jazz and bopping his head to the phat beats. “I thoroughly enjoyed that.”
“It was pretty dope,” Pearl Prism said in agreement, fluttering her eyelashes. She patted Star Gazer on the head. “You did really well. Good job!”
“It was all for you,” Star Gazer said with a wink, sliding next to her and hugging her foreleg. Then he slapped her on the flank. “You naughty bookworm!”
Pearl Prism slapped him back in response. “And to think, this was our first time! From now on we can improve with each session. The only way from here is up!”
“And down. And up. And down. And up. And down. And up.”
“Oh, you!”
“Why am I so good at this!?” Twilight exclaimed, laughing maniacally as her quill strokes tore across the page.
“We’d best get some rest,” Star Gazer said with a yawn, pecking Pearl Prism on the lips and lightly tapping her belly like a drum. “We’ll need our strength for tomorrow morning.”
“I can’t wait! Oh, Star Gazer. Hold me, please.”
“Star Gazer. Hold me, please…” Twilight said aloud, instantly realizing what she’d done and clapping her hooves over her mouth, as if expecting someone to be there beside her, watching it all take place. The excitement had gotten the best of her. She could see the image of Star Gazer in her mind, his beautiful eyes and cocky smile inviting her into bed, mouthing the words ‘open wide.’ Sweat gushed from every pore. It was just too much. She couldn’t stand it for a second longer!
Twilight leapt onto her bed, hyperventilating, and rummaged around the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet. With extreme eagerness, she pulled out ‘old faithful’, wrapped all four legs around her pillow and closed her eyes. “Well hello there,” Star Gazer said, and Twilight blushed.
Within about fifteen minutes, she was fast asleep.
Twilight awoke and immediately yawned. She scratched her mane and rubbed at her eyes, trying to figure out why the room was so bright. Normally, she slept in total darkness, so this was indeed an odd scenario. She began to trace her memories back, trying to figure out the sequence of events. She was quickly knocked out of her train of thought, however, as it became apparent that she wasn’t alone. Somepony else was in the room. Twilight’s heart leapt into her throat as she turned her head to face the mysterious intruder.
They had their back to her and were stood over her desk, jittering slightly and breathing heavily, occasionally making unintelligible noises somewhere between a hum and a cough. Twilight foalishly pulled her covers over herself for protection, her mouth going dry. “Rarity?”
The alabaster mare jumped in fright, turning around to face Twilight. “Oh, darling, you’re awake!” she said hurriedly. “Sorry for not announcing myself, but you were sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to disturb you.” She blushed slightly. “If I may, you might want to ‘tidy’ your bed before we continue.”
Twilight looked across her bed, puzzled, then shrieked as her gaze fell upon a certain something. “Old faithful!” she cried, clambering over to it and desperately stuffing it into her drawer. “Rarity, it’s not what you think!”
“Let’s not speak of it,” Rarity said, clapping her hooves together. “I merely wished to pay you a quick visit. Spike and Sweetie Belle are downstairs messing around with their souvenirs at the moment.”
Twilight craned her neck, attempting to peer around Rarity’s shoulder. “What were you doing just now?”
“Oh, nothing,” Rarity said, her face getting redder and her smile wobbling. “It was just…” she trailed off, shaking giddily, her chest trembling. “Hip, hip, hooray?” Rarity said, then chortled, then fell to the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter, pounding at the floor, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face.
Spike and Sweetie Belle appeared at the door. “What’s going on?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Rarity?” Spike asked, walking over. “What’s so funny?”
“It was the,” Rarity gasped, clutching her stomach. “It was the– A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
Spike inspected further, walking over to the desk. “What? It’s just a letter to Celestia. I’m guessing it was something private. Here, Twilight, I’ll send it.”
Twilight’s blood ran cold. She remembered now. She’d hidden the story under a fake letter to Celestia she’d written specifically to trawl out in case someone spotted her writing her stories. And now the whole bunch was in Spike’s claws, the dragon taking in a deep breath.
As the ashes disappeared into the ether, Twilight roared with the force of a dying star while Rarity laughed harder than she ever had in her entire life. On the other side of Equestria, Celestia was drinking tea, when a letter appeared out of thin air. She smiled, thankful to hear from her favorite student.
Within five minutes she was hunched over on the palace floor, having burst into violent hysterics.