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>*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

>The sound of your knocking echoes across the bustling center of P0nyville.

>Despite the heat, it's as busy as ever in the small market.

>Golden Harvest is unloading vegetables from a cart pulled by Caramel.

>Roseluck is arranging a beautiful bouquet for a nervous crimson stallion.

>The Apple family is selling appl-

>*CRASH!*

>Derpy is sitting on a ruined apple stand.

>It's truly a beautiful day.

>The library door opens just as you return your attention to it.

>Spike cheerfully greets you with a raised fist, which you return.

>"You know that you can just come in, right? This is a public library."

>A smile shows on your face as you walk inside.

"True, but it's also your home. Entering without knocking would be rude."

>You take a seat on the couch near the fireplace and slide off your shoes.

"Is Twilight awake yet?"

>Spike looks up the staircase leading to Twilight's room and sighs.

>"What do you think?"

>To be fair, noon is pretty early for her.

"Ha ha, I shouldn't have hoped otherwise. Would you mind-"

>"Waking her up?"

>The young dragon grins at you.

>"Still afraid of her, huh?"

>Your smile turns into an exaggerated frown.

"Well, I still taste wednesday when eating ice cream, so..."

>"Haha, alright. I'll go get her."

>As Spike leaves, you reflect on what you were here for.

>'Mandated Psychological  Counseling'

>That's what the princess had ordered for you.

>"He's HERE?!"

>She said your prolonged absence was unacceptable and you needed to get your professional career back on track.

>"But I'm not ready! I still have to read the book list for this week!"

>To that end, Twilight has become your shrink.

>"Stallion Freud's book on male psychology..."

>Or as close as she can get anyways.

>"J. Equus' book on conditioning..."

>She really does try.

>"And I've only made it halfway through the 'Equestria Mare's guide on how to interact with stallions'!"

>Even if she can make things a little...

>"What? No, Spike! That Is Not The Thing I Was Talking About. How Did That Get In Here? Ha ha... heh- oh no..."

>Uncomfortable.

>Twilight's door opens and a perky purple princess prances down the stairs.

>"Anon! It's good to see you! Are you ready for your session?"

>Twilight has styled her mane into a bun and put on a set of half lens glasses.

>A clipboard is kept levitating beside her, accompanied by a pen.

>You chuckle at the hastily thrown together outfit.

"Be careful Twilight, Rarity might smell that hairstyle and burst down the door to fix it."

>The comment flusters her.

>"But- but this is what all the research materials said I should look like."

"Last week was fine, don't you think? You didn't have that getup then."

>Twilight looks at her reflection in a nearby mirror.

>She starts to snicker at her wardrobe cataclysm and undoes her mane.

>"Haha! I do look a *little* ridiculous."

"A 'little'? I think I'm going to need counseling just for that hair-bomination!"

>A snort escapes Twilight.

>"That was terrible! Since when do you resort to puns?"

>You smile at your friend as she takes her seat on her lounging chair.

"Only when it's punny."

>A few more anti-jokes are shared before Twilight dons a serious expression.

>"So, how's your writing coming?"

"… uh- good, good! I -uh- I… I wrote a little bit yesterday actually."

>Her purple eyes light up at your lie.

>"That's great! What about?"

"I- I… It's a short story about a love that cannot be."

>You lie more and more, becoming animated to mimic the growth of your falsehoods.

>Twilight matches your energy with her own, her smile growing as your honesty diminishes.

"And it ends with the two kissing as they celebrate the arrival of their newborn child."

>Your psychiatrist friend flies up and hugs you.

>"That's great, Anon!"

>You return her affection and wrap your arms around her.

>"Anon?"

>Twilight's voice is muffled by your side, so she lets go and flutters up meet your face.

>"Did you really write that, or did you just make that up right now?"

>Her smile is gone, replaced by a sad expression of knowing.

>…

>…

>…

>You sink back onto the couch, catching your head in your hands.

"I… made it up right now."

>Twilight lets out a disappointed sigh.

>"Why don't you write any of this? You obviously aren't short on ideas, and there are still several stories you haven't finished! Just tell me why…"

>Why?

>Why…

"Life sometimes has other plans for you. A lot has happened, but I am trying to write, I promise. As for the unfinished stories, I just… hit a standstill. One of them may even need a r-"

>Your tongue sticks in your mouth, refusing to say that word.

"A re- *Eh-hem* A reeeeeeeeeeeee-"

>"A rewrite?"

"Yes, that, thank you!"

>The librarian tilts her head in confusion at your worry.

>"Why is that a bad thing? It's not rare for authors to revisit and update old works."

*Sigh*

"It's unprofessional. It's an admission of failure, or even worse for this story."

>"Why's that?"

>The heat isn't making this conversation any easier.

"A r-… R-"

>Twilight rolls her eyes.

>"Rewrite."

"Yes- for this story is not just an admission of failure, but of compromise as well. I changed the story because I was afraid the readers might react negatively to the original ending. Not because it was bad, but because that specific style was being decried at the time."

>Your friend nods as your woes are revealed to her.

"On top of that, I can't find my muse, the thing that makes me write. It… just disappeared."

>After a moment of silence, Twilight focuses on you and takes a deep breath.

>"Anon, let's take this one step at a time. We know that you need to start writing again, but what's the first step towards that goal?"

>You ponder her query.

"I guess get my muse back."

>She smiles.

>"Alright, how do we do that?"

"I'm not sure, I don't know what it was in the first place."

>There might not even be a way to rekindle your writing spirit.

>"Hmm, well why don't you travel a little? Try new things and meet new people?"

>Life around here certainly isn't helping your slide into a stagnant hack.

>"You could try crystal climbing in the Crystal Mountains."

>That could be interesting.

>"Or hit the casinos in Las Pegasus."

"Yeah?"

>You deserve a little fun, right?

>"Go see a play in Manehattan."

"Yeah..."

>"Alright, Anon, I want you to promise that you'll do this stuff!"

>The two of you try to contain your respective excitement levels as you nod and Twilight notes more thrilling adventures.

>"A symphony in Sydneigh!"

>This! This is what you need!

>You stand and shout out resolutely.

"Yeah!"

>"You should visit the Lost Griffin Ruins in Barne! The Pegasus Pyramids in Nimbustoo!"

"Yeah!!!"

>"You should have sex with Fluttershy and Twilight!"

"YEAH!!!"

>…

>That wasn't Twilight's voice…

>Slowly turning to face the speaker of that last suggestion, you see Fluttershy with one of your shoes hanging off of her snout.

>She see you looking at her and smiles.

>How can you tell she's smiling under your shoe?

>Because of the-

>*Squee*

>-audible 'squee' that accompanies awkward smiles here.

"What… are you doing?"

>Fluttershy tries to hide from your smoldering eyes, but to no avail.

>She flees to Twilight's side in an attempt to shield herself from your wrath.

>"Did I do it right, Twilight?"

>*Poof*

>Woah, did your rage just go out, what's happening here?

>The purple mare grins at you while she speaks.

>"Perfect Fluttershy, just perfect."

>You raise a hand, the universal sign for 'hold up'.

"I'm not going to do that."

>Twilight displays a look of false concern.

>"But Anon, you can't NOT do it."

"And why not?!"

>Fluttershy peaks her head out from behind the librarian.

>"Um- because that would mean you lied to a princess. Which- um- is a- um- capitol offense…"

>That's insane!

>Who would make up such a stupid law?

"That has to be a lie! I've never heard of such a law!"

>The bookish princess re-equips her confident expression.

>"That's because Princess Celestia and I just pushed it through this morning."

>Her smile widens, spreading to Fluttershy as well.

>"If you don't sleep with us, you will be tried as a criminal in the highest offense."

>…

>Fuck.

>Your loss was assured the moment you walked into the library this morning.

>The couch groans as you fall limply into it, defeated.

>Twilight must have taken that for a sign of surrender as she chooses that moment to teleport the three of you out of the library.

 

>You materialize in your room, disoriented from the warp.

>It's easy to tell where you are because you don't have an AC or magic to cool the place.

>That, and you fell onto your bed, which is the only one in your size in all of P0nyville.

>"Wow Anon, you keep your house really warm!"

>Like she doesn't already know.

>"Twilight, can you cool it off?"

>The young alicorn only smiles.

>"Why? We'll be sweating soon anyways, just think of this as a head start."

>She plants a kiss on your lips and slides her tongue into your mouth before laughing.

>"Let's get started, you promised after all…

 

>[Some time later]

>The cool night air feels good on your sweat covered skin.

>Fluttershy and Twilight are both sprawled out on your bed, leaking fluids of which only half is theirs.

>They had kept at you for hours, switching when one of them got tired.

>Until finally, they couldn't take any more orgasms and they collapsed.

>You carefully slide out of bed and leave your room.

>Your groin hurts from all the pounding and slapping and sucking and milking that they put you through.

>And Twilight had used her magic to literally drain every last of cum from from you.

>Point being, it's hard to walk.

>You limp your way into your study and manage to get to your desk before your legs give out.

>Sitting there, you stare at the typewriter on your desk.

>This is simultaneously the object of your salvation, having provided wealth that you've lived off of for months now, and damnation, the events of tonight.

*Sigh*

>You place a hand on the keys and press a finger down.

>*Click*

>Then another.

>*Click*

>…

>*Click* *Click* *Click*

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

>*Ding*

 

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

 

>[The next morning]

>You can't stop writing.

>There are so many ideas to be written down, you've already gone through three stacks of paper.

>It's not enough, you're almost out of paper!

>A stack of fresh blank pages is levitated to your desk, surrounded by a pinkish glow.

>"Back to writing I see."

>You look up without ceasing to type.

>Twilight saunters over to you, crossing waves and mountains of discarded pages.

>Your focus return to your work, but you feel the mare wrap herself around your neck.

>She nibbles on an ear before whispering to you.

>"Guess you found your muse…"

>Her tongue slithers into your ear as her hoof works its way south.

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>The room fills with the sounds of writing as she slides herself onto your crotch and bites your neck.

>*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

>You feel her wrap around you, causing your typing speed to double, nearly jamming the typewriter.

>*Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding*

>Yes, you have found your muse.

>And your muse is

 

>Rape