Pleasure [Ch 1] [Corruption]

Twilight didn't recognize the book.

 

To any other pony, such an occurence would be minor, dismissed as a fluke of memory and the book stashed away without a second thought. Twilight, however, did not misplace books. She did not discard books, and she certainly did NOT forget them. So how, in everything under Celestia's sun, did an unfamiliar book find its way into her basement laboratory?

 

Twilight frowned, leaning in towards the mysterious text. Its binding was a rather dark shade of brown, and the book itself wasn't all that thick, maybe four hundred pages or so, by Twilight's estimate.

 

Okay... four hundred and thirty-two pages, give or take.

 

The cover was blank, of course. A title would have made things too easy. She poked at it, almost expecting it to react in some way. It did not. Tentatively, she lifted the front cover with a hoof, holding back on telekinesis for now, remembering her last experience mixing magic and strange books.

 

It ended... poorly.

 

The first page revealed nothing. Twilight felt her heartbeat begin to quicken; mysteries, especially those involving literature, always got her gears turning. A foreign book, no title, no hint to how it got here? That's definitely a mystery, one that's begging for a sleuth. So sleuth she did, flipping to the next page. Still blank.

 

Twilight scrunched her mouth, figuring with all this page-turning, she'd need to at least see if the book reacted to magic at all. Trying to do everything with her clumsy hooves would just damage this precious little oddity. She gathered a tiny morsel of magic, barely a poke, and nudged the book with it. The moment her magic came into contact with the book, it fidgeted, small sparks of purple energy flashing across the pages. Twilight gulped and backed up, ready to defend herself, but the action proved unnecessary. There was no further movement from the book... though Twilight soon found there was more happening.

 

Words formed on the page it was open to. A simple title, nothing grand or assuming. To Twilight, however, it was most intriguing.

 

"Pleasure"

 

Another layer added to her mystery, Twilight cocked her head and pondered. Who's pleasure was it? Hers? The author's? And why did magic prompt it? Was it specifically her magic that did it, or would anypony's magic do? The title told only just enough to egg Twilight on. She poked the book again with telekinesis, hoping to reveal more, but the tome was unresponsive. Taking it as a challenge, she started flipping through the pages, using only magic now. It wasn't long before she encountered more text.

 

A smile grew on her face as she dove in, eyes scanning back and forth across the lines, greedily eating the knowledge within. The author's tone was mostly flat with a hint of sarcasm, walking through complex magical theories and experiments as if the practices were mundane and commonplace. Twilight, however, had never heard of the hypotheses mentioned within. They dwelled on what Twilight could only describe as occult: the connection between dark magic and Tartarus, drawing strength from a seemingly limitless pool that lied untapped, and using the corrupted energies while maintaining control of one's mind. The author also seemed to have a strong opinion of Sombra, detailing every mistake and misstep he made in his blind quest to control dark magic.

 

Twilight could barely contain a squee. The amount of history in this book was incredible! Sure, the magical practices were absolutely out-of-the-question, and Celestia would likely want to hide this book away from the general public... but it wouldn't hurt for Twilight to just read it once or twice before giving it up, would it? Besides, she thought to herself and she looked back at her wings, she was a princess now, too. Didn't princesses get to make these kinds of decisions?

 

Holding a stupid grin, Twilight pranced over to the couch and sat down, diving into "Pleasure."

 

 

~~~

 

 

The evening fell, finding Twilight still wrapped up in Pleasure, eyes darting across the pages as if the book would vanish at any moment. At first, Twilight was merely interested in the history behind the book, wondering who the author was and when she lived. The author, however, did not spend time describing her home or lifestyle, but rather the specifics of dark magic, teasing glimpses of incredible power and unique spell-forms. Doubt prodded at the eager student, wondering if this knowledge truly was too dangerous, even for her, but her hunger demanded to be saited. Curiosity drove her deeper and deeper into the study of this long-suppressed art and the precise subtlties required to weild it with control and efficiency. So engaged she was, that when she turned the last page, she was shocked to find the book had ended.

 

Twilight frantically skimmed back and forth through the pages, searching for more, for something she overlooked. The book yielded nothing, however.

 

"Ugh!" she grumbled, tossing the book across the room. The air caught it and threw it open, pages rattling a moment before the tome hit the floor. Twilight plopped her head down between her forehooves, frowning and oddly upset with the sudden termination of her voyage through the darker world of magic. With a sigh, she went over the information in her head, trying to sort it out. She wondered what the author's motivations for writing the book were, and why it was called "Pleasure". The book was informative, but only in theoretical applications. Twilight didn't have the nugget she needed: an example spell, something concrete.

 

Not that she would actually cast it, of course. This was simply for research.

 

Getting up to shelve the book, Twilight stumbled across one page that had come free from the rest. It must have been stuffed between the other pages. Cautiously excited, Twilight trotted over to the page and lifted it up. The stray paper contained the one thing she'd been looking for: a spell. It, much like the book, was simply titled "Pleasure". The instructions were rather straightforward—at least, for an alicorn of Twilight's caliber. She was halfway through preparing the spell before she stopped herself.

 

Hadn't she just told herself that these spells would be too dangerous? Didn't Celestia specifically warn Twilight against the dangers of dark magic? Such warnings were especially relevant, now that she had the power of an alicorn. If she were to be corrupted by its use...

 

Twilight shivered, moving to collect the materials she had laid out. It couldn't be worth the risk, not when things were going so well, not right after she'd become a princess. Celestia would be sorely disappointed with her if she'd found out about this.

 

But...the mystery.

 

Twilight would never know how the book got into her library, she'd never find out why it was called "Pleasure", or even who the author was. All of the invaluable, long-lost theories of magic within would be forever beyond Twilight's reach once she gave up the book. Twilight bit her lip, her telekinetic grip on the paper growing tighter and tighter.

 

She could compromise, couldn't she? The author had gone into great detail on how to control the eldrich powers without losing one's mind. Twilight wasn't greedy and ambitious like Sombra, she was level-headed and pure. Heck, she was even the Element of Magic! In a small-scale, controlled environment like this, there was no chance of a spell running wild. A well-informed, cautious, academic pony such as Twilight could pull this off.

 

Before her courage left her, Twilight re-arranged the spell, drawing a reinforced barrier on the ground around the spell, just in case. With the preparations complete, Twilight rushed up the stairs and poked around the rest of her house, making sure she was totally and completely alone. Spike was upstairs, asleep in his basket. Twilight couldn't help but smile warmly at the image of the sleeping dragon, but lingered only a moment before racing back downstairs. Nothing to worry about with Spike; he'd sleep through anything.

 

Her excitement now bubbling beyond the surface, Twilight eagerly began casting the spell. Her hooves shook in anticipation as she recited the words, forming each layer of magic in the spell with careful precision. Once constructed, the spell needed to be ignited with a spark of dark magic to link it with the Tartarus energies that gave it form. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Twilight dug into the recess of her mind, recalling the casting of dark magic from her memories in the Crystal Kingdom. She opened herself to it for only a second, allowing the flow to strike the spell-form, starting the cascade of ignition.

 

Twilight opened her eyes and took a step back, watching as the spell worked, wondering what might come from it. Would it do something simple, like summon the book? Or would it allow her to speak with the author? The room darkened, now lit by a deep red light coming from the center of the spell. Twilight's finely-placed magic began to collapse in toward the light, giving something form beyond energy. Both fear and hope rose within Twilight as she watched, ready to either banish the spell or study it.

 

With one last flash of crimson, the spell finished, forcing Twilight to cover her eyes for just a moment. As she took her foreleg away, she gasped, almost collapsing on the spot.

 

She'd created a pony.

 

Well, for the most part.

 

The figure—a mare, Twilight surmised—stood slightly taller than Twilight on four sturdy legs. Her neck and head were the typical size and shape of a pony's. Her eyes glared teal against a purple coat, peering straight back into Twilight's gaze. Wings, broad and sleek, fluttered out for a moment before returning to her sides. A reckless mane cascaded down her neck and shoulders, colored a wispy, very light tint of green. What stood out most, however, were the other appendages attached to the pony's back, just between the wings. They swayed gently, almost like a small tree would in the wind. Twilight squinted, trying to figure out exactly what the dark grey appendages were, but their form seemed to shift constantly and ever so slightly. At first, she thought they ended with a single tip, but then they grew and retracted digits. Two, then three, then seven, then none. Confused, Twilight tilted her head to the side, trying to get a good look at the new pony's cutie mark. Before she could make anything out, however, the other mare spoke.

 

"See something you like?"

 

The voice was unabashedly feminine, tone frank yet teasing. Twilight jerked her head back, caught speechless for a moment before blurting out a reply.

 

"Uh, well, I was just curious. I mean, I didn't really know what to expect, and seeing a pony just kind of appear from nothing... not something you see every day."

 

The mostly-pegasus smirked and looked to the floor, observing the spell-form drawn around her. "You drew the spell, did you not? What exactly did you think would happen?"

 

Twilight found herself quite abashed in front of this pegasus-ish pony, though she couldn't tell why. Maybe it was because she'd been caught casting a dangerous, forbidden spell when she knew better. "Heh, I was just doing it for research. I honestly didn't think about anything except analyzing the spell."

 

"Really?" The pony's mouth crooked into a smirk. "So you're a scientist, then. I imagine you're curious as to who I am and what the spell is meant for?" She took a step toward Twilight, not threatening, but her stance wasn't purely innocent, either.

 

"Very much so." Twilight summoned a quill and parchment. "Could you describe those things for me?"

 

"Hmmm, I suppose I could..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down to the barrier spell Twilight had drawn on the floor. "Could you do something in return? Remove this. I assure you it's quite unnecessary."

 

"Huh?" Twilight glanced back and forth between the pony and the barrier spell. Her first instinct was to frown, off-put by the fact the newcomer wanted it gone so quickly. To be fair, though, Twilight knew she wouldn't feel comfortable if their places were changed. After another moments' contemplation, she nodded. "Yes, but I'd like you to answer my question, first. Then I'll remove the barrier."

 

"That's fine. I'm a very reasonable pony." Clearing her throat, she continued, "Simply put, I'm Pleasure. I'm meant for pleasure—yours, that is—and the spell you casted drew me from Tartarus. I spend most of my time wandering the plains of that place as a spirit, but the spell binds me to a body, one formed subconsciously by the summoner." She brought the odd appendages on her back before her, observing them with amusement. "And I can already tell you're quite the creative summoner."

 

"M-my pleasure? What kind, exactly?"

 

Pleasure glanced up from her appendages. "Any kind you want, dearie."

 

Twilight nearly dropped her quill. Pleasure giggled in response.

 

"Careful there, hun."

 

Hiding her blush behind her notes, Twilight forced a laugh. "Just lost my grip there for a second, nothing more!"

 

Pleasure took another sensual step forward, now standing at the edge of Twilight's barrier. "I answered your question. Could you let me out, now?"

 

"W-wait, just one second. I have another question." Twilight's teeth rattled. She still didn't feel ready for this, she needed more time.

 

"Now, dearie, if you want to build some trust in this relationship, you'll need to do what you say you're going to do. And you said you'd let me out when I answered your question. I promise I won't bite—that is, unless you want me to."

 

Twilight took a step back, glancing around the room, trying to work up another excuse. Pleasure was right, though. If Twilight wanted any more information, it'd only be fair that she be just as forthcoming as Pleasure. Besides, what sort of threat did a pegasus, weird appendages beside, pose to a fully-fledged alicorn? With a sigh, Twilight banished the barrier.

 

Pleasure tentatively laid a hoof outside the circle, almost as if she didn't expect Twilight to go through with it. When she found no resistance, however, her smile broadened and she strode out of her former prison, taking in a deep breath of freedom before shifting her attention back to Twilight. Once the two locked eyes, Pleasure began to saunter toward Twilight, a glint in her stare.

 

"Was that really so hard?"

 

Twilight started backing up, glancing nervously behind herself to make sure she didn't stumble. "Okay, now that you're free, why don't you just stand over there while we have a nice, long talk about magic?"

 

Pleasure gave an exaggerated frown, not stopping for an instant. "Aww, but why talk across the room when we can whisper in each others' ears?"

 

Twilight increased her pace, only to have Pleasure quicken hers as well. Twilight's face burned red. "But we hardly know each other! I'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable, seeing as you're new here and all." It wasn't long before Twilight ran out of space to back up. Just before Pleasure got to her, she winced, waiting for something, anything, consumed by both anxiety and anticipation.

 

She received two simple touches. One was familiar: a wing on her side, almost comforting. The second was strange, though not entirely unwelcome. Twilight dared a glance on her back where she felt the alien touch and saw one of Pleasure's appendages merely resting there. She turned to Pleasure, who looked tickled by Twilight's reaction.

 

"What exactly were you expecting, dearie? Come, lets take a seat on this comfy-looking couch. You said you wanted to talk, did you not?"

 

Recognition slowly dawned on Twilight, her face gradually shifting from dread to bewilderment. "Yes. Yes! Talk. About magic." She let Pleasure guide her over to the couch, where the two of them sat down, facing each other. Pleasure leaned back, awaiting Twilight's first question.

 

Now that she had the chance, of course, Twilight had no idea where to start.

 

"Uh, to tell the truth, I'm a little lost here. I guess it would be best if you gave me a little background about yourself? Where you were born, anything interesting you've done, stuff like that." Twilight again summoned her quill and parchment, though it was as much for notes as it was a shield from Pleasure's piercing eyes.

 

"You flatter me, young alicorn, being so interested in my past. I wasn't 'born' in quite the fashion you would expect. I'm a child of thought, given form from many mothers and fathers, a concept solidified by years and years of experience. Tartarus, the twisted place it is, fed on that concept and created me." Pleasure paused and gestured with hooves and appendages, as if presenting herself. "After birth, I wandered the plains of Tartarus, giving pleasure to those I saw fit. It is a dreary place, for the most part, and most souls I touch are glad for the encounter. Such was my life... until a very clever pony discovered a way to summon me here."

 

Twilight perked up at the mention of the clever pony. It was likely "Pleasure"'s author. As she delved into her notes, however, she felt a tingling on her forehoof. Moving the notes aside for a moment, she looked down, finding one of Pleasure's appendages playing with her hoof. She raised an eyebrow at the offending mare, but Pleasure simply smiled in response. Twilight felt a wave of heat rush to her face again and she quickly pulled her forehoof back, hiding once again behind her notes.

 

In a hasty attempt to hide her flustered state, Twilight bounced back with a question. "What do you call those... things anyways?"

 

"These?" Pleasure brushed one up against Twilight's snout before inspecting it. "What would you like to call them? You've created them... and you'll be the one enjoying them." Her voice dragged across Twilight's ears, thick and lecherous.

 

"I-I don't know—I mean, I wouldn't know, well, uh, that's really... why don't we just call them arms?"

 

"Mmm, fantastic. Arms are wonderful for hugging, grasping things, holding them tight, wringing the—"

 

"Okay, l-let's just go on with the question, shall we? You just started talking about the pony that summoned you. I'd like to hear more about that."

 

Pleasure straightened her neck before continuing her story. "Very well. The first pony to summon me was part of a very special family: the descendants of the first and, so far, only survivor of a trip to Tartarus and back. Solemn Ace, an adventurer and scholar alike, spent many years studying everything ponykind knew of Tartarus, determined to go there and return alive with a wealth of knowledge. As you can probably guess, he succeeded, and that is part of the reason why I am here today.

 

"His knowledge was kept mostly within the family, passed down the generations until it made its way to a fair stallion by the name of Wisp Ace. He was able to fashion the spell you just used, albeit a less... sophisticated version. Two other ponies have used it before you, one of which refined the spell greatly."

 

Twilight, engrossed in her notes, didn't notice when one of Pleasure's arms began playing with her forehoof again.

 

"And what did you do with each of the summoners? I imagine they each had a very specific purpose in mind."

 

"What do you think I did, dearie? I gave them Pleasure. In every way they asked for it." Her free arm gently tugged at Twilight's notes, pulling them down far enough for the two to make eye contact. "How will you ask for it?"

 

"Oh! Well, I think I'd just like to learn. I'm sure there are lots of interesting aspects of your history and the summoning spell in general. And my name is Twilight. Twilight Sparkle," said Twilight, still staring at her notes, doing her best to avoid Pleasure's gaze. She then noticed Pleasure's arm wrapped around her forehoof, pressing against her coat, exploring the contours of her hoof. A shiver ran up and down her spine. This time, though, Twilight didn't pull her hoof back.

 

"More talking? Nothing else?" Pleasure scooted closer to Twilight. "I could do so very much more for you, Twilight." An arm snaked up Twilight's other foreleg, brushing against her coat lightly as it travelled toward her back. Twilight felt her breathing quicken as Pleasure's arm traversed her body, caressing each sensitive spot as if Pleasure knew where they were beforehand. However, as the arm crossed her cutie mark, approaching Twilight’s rear, she pulled back. The arm drew away, disappointed.

 

"I-I'm not really comfortable with that. Please, can we just talk? You n-never know, you might find it just as interesting as me!" Twilight gave Pleasure a weak smile.

 

"Mhmm... I might. But while our mouths talk, our bodies can do something else." Pleasure's grip on Twilight's forehoof tightened, sending a shock down Twilight's leg. "Haven't you ever heard of multitasking?"

 

"P-please, Pleasure," pleaded Twilight.

 

"Hmmm," Pleasure mumbled, studying Twilight a moment, moving an arm to her chin. "How about a compromise? I'll tell you about the spell, and you let me preen you."

 

Twilight froze, blinking several times before answering. "Preen?"

 

"Yes, preen." Pleasure pointed to Twilight's wings. "They're in terrible need of it. I'm surprised you haven't preened sooner."

 

"Oh, heh heh." Twilight's face bloomed into a blush. "I'm kinda... new to the whole wing thing."

 

Pleasure smirked. "No need to be ashamed, everyp0ny must be new at some point. Come now, turn around, let me get at those beautiful wings of yours."

 

Twilight's blush deepened at the compliment, though she hesitated at turning around. As cordial as Pleasure was, she was still a spirit of Tartarus. Twilight needed to use dark magic and a spell taken from a book full of forbidden practices to bring her here. They'd hardly talked and Twilight had no idea what Pleasure's true motives were, or even if her name really was Pleasure. She could have been lying the whole time.

 

But Twilight was still in control, right? She was the alicorn here. One false move and Twilight could put a shield around herself or toss Pleasure across the room. It wouldn't be fair to dismiss Pleasure without giving her a chance. Besides, there was so much to be learned from her. It was worth indulging her a little bit. Building up determination as best she could, Twilight turned around, allowing Pleasure access to her wings and back.

 

The mare grinned slyly in response, scooting in closer to get a better angle. Twilight began turning her head, glancing around behind her every few seconds. After doing this several times, Pleasure scoffed and held Twilight's head still with her arms.

 

"If you keep turning around like that, you'll screw up your spine and make this much more difficult. Just relax. Here." Pleasure's arms drifted down to Twilight's shoulders and began massaging, growing several digits in order to knead and rub her coat thoroughly. Biting her lip, Twilight couldn't help but let out a moan, the tension draining out of her like water from a sieve.

 

"That's the spirit. Now flare out your wings so I can get to them." Twilight obliged, albeit with a touch of uncertainty. She'd seen pictures of pegasai preening in her books, but never actually witnessed it before. "Excellent."

 

Twilight kept her head facing forward, nervousness building with each second her wings remained untouched. She did her best to keep her thoughts centered on the shoulder massage, focusing on the dexterity with which Pleasure wielded her arms, pulling the stress from Twilight's body like she'd done it a hundred times before.

 

"So, uh, about that—"

 

Twilight's eyes flew open as she cut herself off, shocked by the sudden presence of Pleasure's mouth on her right wing. Pleasure shot up and down her body as the Tartarus spirit, starting at where Twilight's wing met her body, slowly worked her way down the wings, lightly nibbling the root of the feathers, loosening old, withered fibers while cleaning the healthy ones. Shivering from the sensations, Twilight fought to hold her head in place, resisting the urge to writhe about.

 

Pleasure worked at a snail's pace, carefully cleaning and aligning each feather, starting with the secondaries then moving on to the primaries. Twilight could feel her tongue and teeth squirming around the base of each feather, giving thorough attention to each. As she moved away from the bony part of the wing, Twilight felt less and less of her ministrations’ details, though it ultimately served only to build anticipation for when Pleasure returned to the more sensitive spots.

 

"So," Twilight managed to get out between pants, "why don't you t-talk about that summoner that figured out h-how to refine the spell?"

 

Pleasure withdrew her mouth, causing Twilight to wince with a tinge of regret for pulling her away with a question. "She was the third one to summon me. Her name was Aloe Verde, a unicorn herbalist, if you could imagine that. She had never been a unicorn of considerable power, but she had a head on her worth both of my previous summoners’ and then some. After staying with me a short while, she noticed a flaw in the summoning spell Wisp had fashioned back when he lived.” While Pleasure spoke, her arms began wandering downwards, now rubbing the base of Twilight’s wings. Twilight gave no protest. “Aloe asked me questions about myself and Tartarus occasionally, but truly, she had the solution figured out without my help. We continued to spend much time together as she wrote a book on the summoning—the same book I imagine you read before bringing me here.” Her touches slowed as she sighed. “I must admit, while I am familiar with the energies that formed me, the magic of the summoning spell is much beyond my comprehension.” She leaned in toward Twilight’s ear. “It’s good that you’re the only one that needs the brains, then, isn’t it?”

 

“Y-yes.” Twilight struggled to form the word, Pleasure’s arms sapping away her sanity as well as her stress with their expert motions. “What w-w-was the flaw she f-found?”

 

“My, my, you are so terribly tense, Twilight! Let me relax you further.” Pleasure’s arms grew more digits, stimulating every point of sensitivity along Twilight’s back, focusing around where her wings met her body.

 

“Yes…” The last syllable of Twilight’s response lingered on her tongue, rolling off of it only after several seconds. Just as it ended, Twilight’s head perked up and she gasped, brought to attention by Pleasure’s mouth closing around the base of her other wing. Twilight moaned. Pleasure continued down her wing, slowly preening it just as she had the other one. Her arms shifted further back, now massaging Twilight’s flank, soothing touches grazing across the ravished princess’s cutie mark.

 

Concerns poked at Twilight, including questions about Pleasure and worries about her motives—but these thoughts were unable to tread in the drowning waves of pleasure buffeting her mind. Each time she attempted to form words, Pleasure would shift her arms or give a playful nibble on Twilight’s wing, casting her acumen astray. Pleasure soon finished preening Twilight then crooked her neck to get a look at the librarian’s face. A dark, Cheshire grin formed when she saw drool dripping from Twilight’s limp jaw.

 

“And I thought you wanted to use that for talking.”

 

Twilight tried to reply, but managed only a weak snort.

 

“Shhh,” said Pleasure, putting a hoof over Twilight’s mouth. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you Pleasure.”

 

One of her arms wrapped around Twilight’s rear, lifting it up, exposing her wet, winking marehood to the air. Pleasure smirked at the wet spot Twilight had left on the couch, and then moved an arm to Twilight’s folds, caressing the edges, preparing to take Twilight beyond anything she’d felt before. Her sex, teased and eager from Pleasure’s ministrations, responded nicely.

 

Alarms went off in Twilight’s head, urging her to react, to resist, to do anything but sit still! Twilight’s consciousness cut through the vines of paralyzing rapture, freeing herself just enough to mutter her objection.

 

“I s-shouldn’t… this isn’t…” Her forehooves scraped at the couch in front of her, trying to get traction, to pull away.

 

Her efforts were worthless.

 

Pleasure slid an arm to Twilight’s cheek, turning the overwhelmed princess’s face toward her. Twilight’s eyes fought to look away, divert their gaze as long as possible, but Pleasure’s pull was pure and undeniable. Not even they could resist. Once Pleasure had seized control of them as well, she glided in, touching noses with Twilight before stopping. The teal vices of Pleasure’s eyes commanded her attention.

 

One of Pleasure’s arms continued to fondle Twilight’s folds while the other took up position near her entrance. “It’s just pleasure, Twilight. There’s nothing wrong with wanting it, needing it, begging for it with every inch of your body. Just let me in, dearie. Say what you want to say.”

 

Twilight vied for control, for sanity, but an ever-growing part of her wanted nothing more than to give in. It desired Pleasure. Twilight desired Pleasure. Silence hung on the air like an unwanted chandelier.

 

“T-take me,” whispered Twilight, and the chandelier came crashing down.

 

Pleasure entered Twilight's marehood, smoothly and unrushed, while simultaneously covering Twilight’s mouth with her own. A powerful moan escaped from Twilight into the fierce kiss, encouraging Pleasure to dive deeper, to explore her waiting sex, to touch her in every way Pleasure could. Their tongues twisted and clashed, Twilight finding a foreign source of energy in the kiss. Pleasure’s arm plunged into Twilight, caressing her walls as it dug deeper and deeper. Twilight’s hips thrusted of their own accord. It felt like Pleasure’s arm was expanding, almost pushing against Twilight’s flower as it clamped down in response.

 

She was so completely full, yet Pleasure pushed further, stealing the breath from Twilight’s lungs.

 

Twilight nearly broke the kiss to catch her breath, but Pleasure bore down on her mouth, sealing their lips together. Twilight’s heart nearly erupted from her chest in excitement. Finally, Pleasure pulled her arm back, content with the depth she’d achieved. Slowly, impossibly slowly, she withdrew, the tip of her arm squirming about as the appendage threatened to remove itself completely. Just before it did, however, Pleasure thrusted in again, drawing a shriek of ecstasy from Twilight only slightly muffled by the kiss Pleasure so vehemently held.

 

The arm fell into a steady, unrelenting rhythm, pumping in and out of Twilight, exploring depth she’d only dreamed of. Every time Twilight thought she’d adjusted, Pleasure would shift her angle, awakening a new world of rapture for Twilight. The sensations shot through her mind like lighting strikes, frying any coherent thought. Her only focus now was the pleasure, the endless thrusts, and the tongue intertwined with her own.

 

The tongue was taken from her, however, as Pleasure pulled her head back, allowing a thin string of saliva to connect their mouths a moment before breaking it. “I do have two of these, Twilight, and it feels so much like I’m wasting this one,” said Pleasure as she brought her free arm up between them. It followed her stare as her eyes drifted to Twilight’s rear, stopping outside of her anus. “Would you like it here, perhaps?”

 

Again, Twilight found herself unable to speak, words coming up only as a gurgle. She instead shook her head weakly.

 

“Oh, you’re so greedy! You want two in your flower at the same time? I like you, hun.”

 

Twilight’s eyes widened in shock as she struggled to grab the seeking arm with her forehooves, but her energy had long left her legs. All she managed to do was lose her balance and flop forward, lifting her rear even higher as her face crashed into the couch.

 

“So polite, too.”

 

Squinting her eyes shut, Twilight awaited the inevitable. When it finally came, she screamed—not in pain, but pure, unbridled pleasure. Somehow, Pleasure had slipped the arm in effortlessly, almost as if Twilight’s marehood had widened to accompany it. The appendages worked in opposite rhythms, one thrusting in while the other pulled out, constantly shifting positions, assuring every inch of Twilight’s walls was fully stimulated. The panting alicorn’s eyes glazed over, her mind now completely succumbing to the rapture.

 

Pleasure smiled, noting Twilight’s surrender, then turned to her arms, both still pumping Twilight with vigor. Black pulses began to flow from Pleasure, running down her arms toward Twilight, absorbing into her body with each thrust. Twilight's eyes flickered green and vicious but she never noticed, her mind since having left her.

 

Once satisfied with her work, Pleasure turned to the panting, drooling Twilight. “Are you ready to cum yet?”

 

Twilight was completely unresponsive but for a bubble in her puddle of drool.

 

“Good.”

 

Pleasure twisted her arms together and expanded them to the point they strained Twilight’s entrance then held them still. Had Twilight not been thoroughly self-lubricated, they may have had trouble entering her. As she was now, however, they were as slick as butter. Pleasure leaned over and dipped a forehoof in the puddle of Twilight’s arousal, then licked it. “Mmmm. Like Lavender and heat.”

 

Twilight grumbled and sluggishly shifted her head, wondering why Pleasure had stopped. The smile she got in return exuded pure lust.

 

“That’s what I was looking for.”

 

Without warning, she slid her appendages into Twilight, quickly reaching the same depths as before. Twilight squealed and squirmed, though her hips immediately began working in tandem with Pleasure’s arms. Her body begged for more contact, for more stimulation as the inevitable release beckoned her. Pleasure observed with delight and a measure of fascination as Twilight writhed beneath her workings. The thrusts never picked up pace, just persisting with their methodical rhythm, pushing Twilight closer and closer to the edge. She tried quickening her own motions, but any attempt at drawing more from Pleasure only resulted in further restraint.

 

Grunting in frustration, Twilight settled for the pace Pleasure set, moaning for more. As close as she was, she would never find release without a greater degree of intensity. Then, as if reading her mind, Pleasure began to speed up. Twilight giggled to herself, ecstatic. The thrusts went deeper and faster. Her angle of attack hit Twilight perfectly, massaging her g-spot with each entry. Twilight’s moans turned to shrieks, then yells, then screams. Her muscles tightened up, preparing for the sweet moment. Just before she was taken over the edge, however, Pleasure suddenly stopped.

 

She hung on the precipice so delicately a breeze could have pushed her over.

 

Panicked, Twilight turned around just in time to see Pleasure’s lips seal around her clit.

 

That was all she needed. Throwing her head into the air, Twilight howled, the orgasm ripping through her body like thunder. Cum rushed from her marehood, adding to the already excessive puddle on the couch. Rapture consumed her being, beaching her on the shore of insanity and frenzy for a brief second before tossing her back to the world. Pleasure withdrew completely and Twilight flopped down onto the couch like a wet rag, collapsing into her own pools of cum and drool, panting like she’d never known air, chest rising and falling quicker than if she’d galloped twenty marathons.

 

Pleasure pranced around the fallen alicorn, observing her like a prized possession. After a couple paces around her, Pleasure stopped at her head and leaned over, lifting Twilight’s chin with a still-dripping arm.

 

“Pleased to meet you, Twilight Sparkle.”

 

With that, she dropped Twilight’s head and curled up on the dry portion of her couch, drifting silently off to sleep.