> Reading Her Book
>  by Art Inspired
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> Prelewd: The Book You Should Not Read
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She may be a dork, but you've got to admit something to yourself. Moondancer is totally attractive, but your feelings towards moving in with her are still mixed. She can be hard to get along with sometimes, but financially, this was the best decision the two of you could've made. She's headed out again, but this time, Moondancer neglects to tell you where she's gone off to. It's not that difficult to deduce that she's probably going back to the library again for the third time this week.

"So," you tell yourself. "It's just me... and the television... Great."



She walks down the sidewalk with a half-smile, and rounds a corner. Moondancer is fairly content with her surroundings that day. Everything about the city that she and you are currently living in is much more preferable. It may not be Canterlot, but particularly to Moondancer's joy, there's a library only a few trots away. She sighs happily, and enters. There's a wide and towering selection, but she only chooses one book, checks it out, and she then leaves promptly. 

She's still wearing her sweater around nearly wherever she goes, but things between her and Twilight right now are pretty great. On her way back to the apartment, she makes one last stop, and visits a friend that lives downstairs. You watch her do this from the third story above, and then she heads back up. Coming through the door, she says to you, "I'm back."

You turn off the television since there's nothing good to watch anyways, and say, "Cool. So, what did you get?"

She scoffs in your direction, and says while hiding the book behind her flank, "That's none of your concern!" She gives you the eye while strategically moving, and making sure that it's impossible for you to see what the title is. "I hate that you're always in my business."

You roll your eyes. "I'm not always in your business. I've just never seen you act this way before. It's just a book. Why can't I read it?"

She then rolls her eyes back at you. "You said it yourself. It's just a book. Why do you have to read it at all? For all you know, it might be my diary."

You ask stupidly, "Why were you picking up your diary from the library?"

Moondancer is just about to swiftly, and cunningly answer your question when she realizes just what it is that you're actually asking her. She stops, and pauses for a long couple of seconds, and then asks, "You followed me?!" It's not like she's all that necessarily angry with you, but more stunned, and amused by this revelation.

"No..."

Your lies fail you this time, and Moondancer isn't pleased. She gestures, and says, "I can't believe you followed me! What did you think I was going to do? Rob a bank?"

You shake your head, and say honestly, "I just... wanted to make sure you'd be safe." You shrug, and finish, "Once I saw you were headed there, I backed off..." 

She keeps looking at you smugly for a while, but then, she drops the attitude, and voices, "Oh... You're serious."

You just tell her, "You didn't inform me of where you were going, so I was just checking."

"Mmmh," she groans in defeat. "Alright... but you still can't read the book." She's still got the hardcover pressing firmly up against her rump. You don't want to say anything that might upset her, but in that moment, you can plainly see both of her twinkly cutie marks. "I'll be in my room... reading. Try not to disturb me."

You scratch the back of your head. "Even though you disturb me all the time?"

She smirks at your joke, but that's all you're getting. As she closes the door, you also hear a distinct locking noise, and you growl where you sit. You're just an earth pony, so that's just another advantage that Moondancer has over you. The television is turned on for only a split second, and it's then promptly turned back off since there's still nothing on. 

No, stop reaching for that remote. It won't work. You know there's nothing on so why should you keep trying? Just give it up. The television has won. You'll never be entertained ever again.

"I'm hungry," you say. "I wonder if there might be any hay tacos left in the fridge. I love tacos..."



An hour goes by. You're passed out on the couch, there's an open bag of chips lying out, and your hoof is dangling from the edge. You accidentally buck the table, and awaken with a startle in your voice. 

"Huh?" You look at the crumply bag, and then you see the rubber band that's sitting right next to it, but you're still too lazy to even bother. You get up yawning, and look to your right only to come to the stark realization that Moondancer's bedroom door has been left completely wide open for whatever reason.

You're standing perfectly still now, and your eyes analyze what little you can see. Because of the lack of lighting, there's not much that you manage to make out, but the second you advance, you start to see the frog of Moondancer's hoof hanging off the edge of the frame.

Next, you hear her snoring, and this only helps to entice you that much more. You enter sleepily, but silently, and you make a beeline towards the book that's sitting in the middle of the bed. The three of her other hooves are covered by the blanket and sheets, and you can still hear her peacefully slumbering away, so you take a chance, and grab the book up rather hastily, and nervously. Timidly, you find yourself squinting your eyes just in order to figure out what the cover says.

"How to... read a book?" You blink, but soon enough, you continue whispering, "By... book reader...?"

It doesn't make much sense to you, but what happens next is unpredictable. The book shines brightly, and you're unavoidably caught in its radiant enchantment. You try to move your hooves, but they don't respond. You're currently unable to move your head as well, and slowly, you begin to understand what Moondancer has done.

Should've just left that book alone, but curiosity got the better of you. Now you have to face the consequences of your actions. From where you're standing it must seem like a thick hardcover of bad luck. It seems highly unlikely to happen, but all you can do is hope that Moondancer will go easy on your miserable soul.

Truth is... your story was rigged from the start.
> The Story: Enter Moondancer
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For a long while, you stand perfectly still where you are, and you watch, and wait for Moondancer to come awake. 

She'll find you standing before her ensnared in her trap, and then what will you do? Say sorry and try to explain yourself? You're already feeling a bit guilty as well as a bit silly overall. Why did you ever even attempt this in the first place? You try to look away, and you eventually see the book laying on the ground. It's still aglow with Moondancer's spell.

You continue to breathe, and wait impatiently, but you dare not make a sound since Moondancer is still laying right in front of you. She's luckily still asleep, and snoring calmly. In time, you find yourself drifting off as well. Even as you struggle to keep your eyes open, they close on their own, and you're soon taken away to dreamland. Just before nodding off, your only wish is for you to have never intruded in the first place.



You open your eyes, and blink a few times, but you don't see Moondancer in bed anymore. You try desperately to get a better look around the edges of your eyelids, but there's nothing there, so you wait a moment. You even inadvertently try to call out her name, but it doesn't work. You can't even move your lips, either. That's when you hear the door reopening behind yourself, and a shiver runs down your spine. If you weren't petrified, you'd be hiding under the bed by now, but as you feel Moondancer come up to your side, you just blush. 

She's still out of sight, but you know she's standing right over there, and she's looking at you, and trying to figure out what to say. At least, that's what you think she's doing. You then notice her hoof is going for the book below you, and as she picks it up, she walks on over to her nightstand, and puts it back down for the time being. Moondancer then got back in bed, and stayed there for a second longer before speaking to you. She seems to relax about this, though, and as she reaches to cutely snuggle a pillow, at last she says to you with a sweet voice, "I'm sorry... that I did this to you... I had expected better, but I guess you were just too curious, weren't you?"

There's an odd, but charming atmosphere in the room while you guiltily listen to her lovely voice. "We've been living with one another for long enough... that I... that I think that I've... started noticing you staring at me all the time."

You want to gulp, but once again, you can't really do anything at all.

"I've never had anypony really... look at me the way you do, and although I think it's a little perverted... for whatever reason, at times I find it to be a bit flattering, too." Moondancer is now also blushing back at you, but then, she suddenly scowls, and complains, "But what's the big idea coming into my room and reading my book?! I practically begged you not to read it! Duh! Obviously it was a trap."

You want to wince, or flinch, but Moondancer seems to be able to tell that you're sorry for what you've done anyways. She sighs, and then adjusts her mane.

"I'm willing to forgive you, but not right away. Would you be willing to help me with something?" 

She uses her magic to allow you to speak, and you merely ask, "What is it?"

She lifts herself off from the bed, and comes closer towards you. "The thing about this enchantment," she tells you, "is that... well, it's... controlling you, so you'll do whatever I tell you to do, so honestly, would you be willing to... kiss me?"

You blink, and at last, you also gulp. You also can't help yourself, and as you clear your throat, you ask, "You want me to kiss you?"

Moondancer admits honestly, "I've never... tried it with anypony before..."

You're stunned, but that doesn't stop you from telling her, "I, uh... I won't mind at all."

You know what this is going to lead to, but as you feel her lips quickly, though tenderly press up against yours, reasoning melts away. You start to kiss her back, and soon enough, you feel her tongue enter, but only for a moment. 

You next hear her question in mumbles, "W-would you be willing to h-have sex with me now as well?" It's something that you're overall really not prepared for, but at the same time, you're not about to deny her. Not that you really can. For one thing, your body is actively and eagerly acting on its own, and you're moving your waist and thighs to adjacently line up with hers. Another problem is your already thoroughly erect, equine rod that you've failed to hide from Moondancer this whole time. 

Before you enter, you manage to ask, "We're really doing-"

In you go.

"This...?"

It's so snug and warm inside that Moondancer probably notices you shivering, and somewhat moaning as time passes the two of you by. You grin, and grit your teeth to keep yourself together, but she's calm and fairly collected. In fact, she's gingerly giggling with every hump you give her. You've actually already started moving on your own, so you close your eyes for a second, and when you open them, you hear her say to you, "That's it... Just like that..."

She breathes in sharply the further you sink into her. Moondancer's pussy is literally yanking, and tugging, and pulling at your schlong so much that it starts to make you roll your eyes back in sheer pleasure. It's euphoric to be having sex with Moondancer right now, but you just wish that it could've happened on your own terms instead of hers. Still, you figure that you should count yourself quite lucky to have gotten this far at all. She seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself just the same way you are. For the time being, Moondancer is still wearing her sweater, but she eventually removes it only to reveal an adorable, white shirt underneath. 

There's a pink heart in the middle of it. "Much better," she says while smiling at you. 

You're making direct eye contact with her now while freely plowing away at her pussy. You sigh with your movements, but you're also unable to stop yourself. It just keeps going and going like this for minutes at a time until you begin to feel like an automated sex machine. You feel almost out of breath even as you pant a couple of times whenever you can, and your voice audibly informs Moondancer that you're actually enjoying this just as much as she is. That's when Moondancer pulls you closer with the help of her fore hooves, and your cock is squeezed violently against her very core.

Everything becomes chaotic for you. It's mostly because of the fact that you never knew of just how much you could go on and on for. This amazing, and unending burst of stamina forces you to cum imminently, and you throw your head back with ecstasy washing over your whole frame. 

She starts cumming along with you, and as you listen to her serene moans as she huffs non-stop in your ear, you keep slamming yourself into her that much more. Your eyes become extremely hazy, and as the white cream seeps through, it makes beautiful noises while hitting Moondancer's justly made sheets.

You figure the night must be over by now, but that's when you hear Moondancer tell you, "That... was... Y-you were awesome... however we're not finished just yet." She's blushing cutely the whole while. "I-if you could... Now, I'd like you to go and sit on that chair over there for me. I'll be with you momentarily."

It's not like you have a choice, so by now, you're just sort of relaxing yourself while your actual body does all the real labor for you, and you rest on the chair comfortably. Waiting for her to approach is ultimately mystifying. The way she motions towards you is beyond sexy, and what she does next is almost too pleasurable. She takes nearly all of your hard length into the very back of her throat uncaringly, and then, she brings herself back up, but only for a hurried moment. 

With a powerful, downward movement, she takes nearly all the rest of you in, down to your very ring and balls. She pulls herself up again only to dip down repetitively. This time, she submerges that much more of your pulsating prick deeper down her maw. Holding you there, Moondancer’s sounds and groans are heard, but she refuses to lighten up. Of course, soon, she has to plop her messy lips off of you just in order to inhale a fair amount of air. It doesn't take her very long to rapidly sink back down a second time, though, once her breath is caught.

This time, she decides to formidably bob herself up and down even more for a bit. She's professional while being sure to lather every inch of you up with her spit along with whatever's left of your cum from earlier. Every tiny movement she makes is complemented along with a small chuckle. You're honestly having the time of your life right now, and wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Eventually, you ask to start holding onto the sides of your seat for leverage. 

Things become all too rough for you after your request is granted due to never having such a raw treatment, but as time goes on, you start relaxing more and more. That appears to help Moondancer out tremendously with her pacing. Her eyes close as she repetitively suckles away at your hard self. Some loose strands of her scraggly mane fall right in front of her scrunching muzzle, interfering with her immediate task. She begins to grunt at this while trying to move it out of the way all by herself, but she still amazingly concentrates on her sultry slurps. 

It amuses you greatly to see her behaving this way. After all, she's a unicorn. She could use her magic to move it herself, but she's so distracted that she's actually somehow completely forgotten about this. You decide it's best to help her out by pulling her mane back and out of the way, but you're stopped by her ever present enchantment. Why does she still have this infernally sexy spell cast upon you?

"I could get that if you just..."

"Mmh!" Her eyebrows raise, but her cheeks remain stuffed and puffy. She just nods in your direction, and you proceed with your kind gesture. Before long, she manages to get the rest of you in, making her breathe frantically through her muzzle for a little bit. It's not enough to make you worry for very long, though. At last, this gives Moondancer an opportunity to focus that much more on you while letting out another small groan followed by a muffled, and all too attractive chuckle.

She continues to stuff more of you into the very back of her mouth. Your entire mass has been pushed down further than you anticipated it to ever reach, forcing her to cough a little with your rod practically drowning, but she persistently battles with the urge to let you receive any oxygen whatsoever. You must be hitting her chest by now, but the thought alone is enough to make you quiver with undeniable delight. She sucks away at you as much as she can, and is quite happy to do so, making you throw your head back just the same as before when you were on the bed. Your lips begin to tremble uncontrollably, and almost as much as your hind hooves do, and once you try to speak, it all comes out as one prolonged, and amused huff.

She pulls back all the way to the tip of your thick, and lightly pulsating head. She has to blow some air out of her nostrils for this next part, too, and being just about as prepared as she possibly ever could be by that point in time to take on another load of yours, she harshly gobbles your whole thing down all over again in one fast, and intimidating slurp. Naturally, you're unable to take that last remaining bit of hardcore action Moondancer has saved for you, and you climax yet again then and there. 

"Ahh!"

You're currently spewing spunk deeply down her throat. It truly feels so good that you might just faint. Instead, you just sweat more and more. She feels every ounce of spurting cream that's further sinking through, and gracing the back of her throat, and some of it even leaks out through the sides of her mouth as she nearly becomes sporadically overwhelmed by all of it. Just when she believes the endless streams of cum would never ever end, you let out a satisfied pant, and she yanks free from your conquered crotch while moaning, "Ohh... So much... You just keep cumming and cumming..."

Shots of clear, white liquids land on her smirking face over and over again. It obviously ruins her shirt, and one line manages to hit her eye just as she's closing it. Even more of it plasters and paints Moondancer peacefully all over. Her coat and mane gets blissfully soaked, and once you're done, and with an exuberant huff, she smirks at you yet again. She simply and alluringly brings some of it up from her hoof to take another nonchalant taste.

"Th-thanks... for the fun," she says to you from the ground. The way Moondancer looks down there could give you a heart attack if you stare long enough. "Now... I'll take the spell off, and then will talk... Don't think you're off the hook, though!" She points a messy hoof, and tells you, "I told you not to read that book, so we'll talk about your punishment later on, but first, I need you to get out of my room."

Your eyebrow raises, and you quickly ask her while you have your chance, "Why? Also, I'm sorry. I never should've done it..." 

Silence.

Even though Moondancer hasn't even answered the others, you again quickly ask your next question. "Does this mean you've wanted this to happen just as much as I've wanted to-"

"Yes!" She cuts you off by saying, "Also, this whole time, I've wanted to screw the living daylights out of you... way more."

She stands, and although she can be such a dorky pony at times, right now, she's your hot as hell dorky pony. What in Equestria are you to do with her? For the time being, and until this pesky spell is removed, you'll just have to do as she says.

"Get outta my room!"



You're now lying down on the couch, and although you're fairly comfortable, there's an itch on your cheek, and just below your left eye that you desperately need to scratch. However you can't because Moondancer hasn't freed you yet. It's kind of boring, too, just sitting on the cushions and waiting for Moondancer to finish preparing herself, and she's only a few steps away. You can practically hear everything she's doing. You even hear the sink being turned off and on, but you honorably have to admit that you're mostly to blame for this inconvenience.

Her door finally opens, and a shiver courses down your spine, but just as before, Moondancer is out of your line of sight. She temptingly comes behind you, and you feel her nuzzling the back of your ear sweetly. She just has a few, simple questions for you. The air is still while she asks you what's currently on her mind. "Do you promise to respect my personal space from now on?"

You can't nod, so you have to tell her, "Yes."

There's a long pause that follows, but you can feel her hooves wrapping gently around you. She's warm, and welcoming, and it makes you happy to be in her embrace like this once more.

"And... do you promise to listen to me from now on?"

"Yes..." 

You can somehow tell that she's smiling. "If I tell you not to do something... no matter how trivial it is, it's for a good reason. Okay?"

Her horn glistens slightly, and you nod. You then raise your right hoof upwards to rub the back of your neck softly. You just chuckle the whole thing off as best as you can while finally looking back at those sweet, and caring eyes of hers, and then you say, "I don't know what really got into me back there... I was being dumb, but, uh... thanks."

She replies, "Just don't ever invade my personal privacy like that again. As for your punishment... you get to do the dishes for two weeks on top of all the other normal chores you're typically responsible for." She winks, and wanders off, and heads into the kitchen to go make the two of you some coffee. The rest of the evening drags on slowly like this, but you end up having a surprisingly enjoyable time in Moondancer's company. 

Things are calmer than ever, and nice, and while the two of you eat together in the living room, it gets darker and darker. The television is turned on, but the volume is extremely low. Whatever's on just isn't as interesting to the two of you. By the time dinner is over at last, you two are back at it again. You're not sure of just how long you and this lusty, dorky mare of yours will go on for this time around, but at the moment, there's all the time in the world.