Title:           TwilightXAnon - Accidental Hornjobs
Author:          Amm_
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First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of December 2014 09:59:53 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 17th of December 2014 09:59:53 PM CDT

AnonXTwilight accidental hornjob.
 
>"Anonymous"
>You pause in turning the page of your book.
>Twilight hadn't used your full name in months.
"Yes Twilight Sparkle?"
>You close the book around your finger and look up.
>Curiously Twilight doesn't respond.
>And she's scuffing her hooves and looking away.
>Weird.
"Twilight?"
>She glances up at her name before quickly glancing away, a blush on her cheeks.
"Tw-"
>"I, ah, need your help with something. Could you come down to the basement with me?"
"Ok..."
>She quickly turns around and heads to the basement.
>You place a bookmark before getting up and following her, wondering about what she'd be having you do.
>It wasn't like this was the first time you had helped her do some experiment.
>But why was she acting so awkward about it?
>Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs she falls full tilt into one of her lectures as she runs around doing things.
>"The experiment I'm preparing for involves the manipulation of Ley Lines..."
>And your attention fails, so you look around the room instead.
>Signals on the ground, curious liquids in bottles and beakers on the workbench, an increasingly excited purple unicorn dashing around.
>Seemed like a normal experiment for her.
>"... why magic will alter the properties. That's why I need you to do it."
>You turn to her to see her looking at you anxiously.
"Uhh...."
>Shit, you missed what she was asking you, damn you attention span!
>She takes your hesitation another way.
>"Y-you don't have to if you don't want to, I know it's an odd request."
>"In fact it was silly for me to ask, just forget I said anything."
>Crap. You needed to go into damage control mode quickly.
>You put a hand on her withers as she turned away.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help? Just tell me what you need me to do."
>The look she gave you in response to that made your soul ache. Bright shining eyes, perked up ears, the biggest grin you've seen in a while.
>"Oh thank, you thank, you thank you!"
>In her excitement the bottle she levitated over to you went a little to fast, almost making you drop it.
>"It is best applied with long smooth strokes, those are the only instructions it came with."
>"If you're ready to proceed I am!"
>She was just so damn excited.
>And then she turned her head down, pointing her horn at you.
>That was just confusing.
>You look at the bottle in your hand and swallow.
>It was a horn oil that unicorns used to take care of their horns or modify some property of their spells.
>You had been here long enough to know that unicorn horns were extremely sensitive, so she was going a long way with trusting you to do this.
>"A-anon?"
>Before she can get awkward again you flick off the top of the container and pour a healthy amount onto the palm of your hand.
>You place the bottle to the side and rub it between your hands, warming up the cold liquid.
>Without further ado you place your hand on her horn, getting a small squeak from her, and run your hand up and down the entire length of her horn.
"Is that all?"
>You ask. No need to prolong her embarrassment after all.
>"N-no, you need to rub it in thoroughly.
>"Be sure to get inside of the groove."
"Alright then."
>You start moving your hand up and down her horn, gripping it tighter than before and twisting, trying to use friction to rub it in deeper.
>Long smooth strokes, up and down.
>And with every stroke you seemed to be drawing out another squeak from her.
>These horns were even more sensitive than you thought.
>You were running out of oil pretty quickly as the friction dried, it, so you switched to your other oil coated hand and began to focus on the details.
>The base had been neglected with your strokes, so you made sure to rub around there roughly.
>The tip had been just as ignored so as soon as you finished with the base you pinched the tip and rolled it around in your fingers.
>Twilight made another noise below you and you could have sworn it was a moan this time instead of a squeak.
>That gave you pause. Did unicorn horns give sexual pleasure?
>Deciding to test this theory out you pinch the tip again and roll it around, first softly, and then switching to roughly.
>This drew another moan out of her.
>Interesting.
>You stop for a minute to pour more oil onto your palms and take in the site before you.
>Mrs. unicorn nerd had her neck locked with her horn pointed at you and was panting.
>What a strange turn today was taking.
>Deciding to make the best of it you go back to her horn.
>The one last thing you hadn't covered were the grooves.
>Thankfully, you could do that with both hands.
>Without any prior warning you grab her horn with both hands and begin rubbing your fingers into the grooves aggressively.
>The reaction is immediate, several long drawn out moans.
>You had pretty much covered as much as you possibly could at this point, but you weren't about to let this opportunity pass.
>With another glob of oil from your free hand you began stroking her viciously again, going much faster than you had previously.
>Her moans were a lot more rapid now, building up to a peak.
>"Oh Celestia, oh Celestia, oh-"
>She screamed out as her body locked, shocking you with how high pitched her voice could god.
>With your goal accomplished you take a step back, allowing her to come down from her new heights.
>The dreamy stare on her face as she looked up at you made it all worth it.
>Almost as much as when her eyes focused and her brain started working again.
>You weren't aware that ponies could turn that red.
"Did you just org-"
>"HahahthankyouAnonyou'vebeenmostusefulthankyoubye"
>Her magic scooped you up and nearly flung you out of the basement door before it slammed shut behind you.
>With a smirk on your face and your dick way too hard for comfort you went to find something that would clean the oil off of your hands.
>You weren't too worried about being blue balled. With that incident it was only a matter of time until she convinced herself she had to apologize.
>And you'd have a perfect way for her to 'apologize'.
 
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