Pleasure [Ch 2]

*Thunk thunk thunk*

 

Twilight’s eyes fluttered open.

 

*Thunk thunk thunk*

 

Yawning, she lifted her head up and turned toward the sound of knocking. It was coming from the basement door.

 

*Thunk thunk thunk*

 

Wondering why she was sleeping on her basement couch, Twilight thought back to the previous night. Her eyes widened further and further as the memories returned. She leapt off of the couch, looking back at he temporary bed and finding it covered with dried pools of her fluids. Next to where she had slept and on the only clean spot on the couch was a sleeping Pleasure.

 

Twilight panicked.

 

*Thunk thunk thunk* “Hey, Twilight? You down there?”

 

Her wings flared, Spike’s voice stealing her attention from Pleasure. She couldn’t let him see any of this! Sweat began to form on her brow as her mind went into overdrive. Looking at the door, then the couch, she figured if she didn’t open the door all the way, he wouldn’t be able to see anything. Twilight spun around. The spell she’d casted and the barrier were still drawn on the floor, but Spike wouldn’t have any idea what the drawings meant. The world likely wouldn’t end if he saw those.

 

Likely.

 

*Thunk* “Twilight, I’m gonna come down there now, okay?”

 

“No, Spike!”

 

A brief silence followed. “Are you okay?”

 

“Y-yes, Spike. I’m perfectly fine and nothing is wrong!”

 

“Are you sure? You sound a little stressed.”

 

Twilight bit her lip. She wouldn’t be able to convince Spike to leave without speaking to him face to face. His excessive concern was working against Twilight. Twilight gave herself a moment to straighten out her mane and tail, then galloped upstairs and cracked the door open. Spike stared at her with an eyebrow raised, his eyes wandering to her clumped-up mane.

 

“Uh, did I interrupt something?”

 

“No—I mean, yes! Very important research!”

 

Spike’s tone filled with sarcasm. “Well, I dunno how important your ‘research’ is, but it’s noon and you’re supposed to be having lunch with everyp0ny in about ten minutes.”

 

“Noon? It can’t be—“ Twilight looked up to the windows. The daylight coming through told her it was definitely no longer morning. Her jaw dropped.

 

‘Pleasure screwed me so hard I SLEPT IN?!’ thought Twilight, covering her mouth with a hoof. Not only did she sleep in, she completely forgot about her plans with her friends. Now she had ten minutes to clean up and rush off to the Hay Stack, where they planned to meet.

 

This was a disaster! If she was late, it would just look like she was letting her princesshood get the better of her, like her friends weren’t important any more. They’d start talking amongst themselves about the selfish, detached princess who’d replaced their former friend. Twilight couldn’t let that happen!

 

In one swift motion, Twilight bolted from the basement and slammed the door behind her, headed straight for the bathroom. “Spike! Get some cleaning materials together and put them outside the basement door but DON’T go down there!” Twilight yelled her instructions as she made her way to the shower. Spike had no time to object before Twilight had closed the bathroom door behind her. The sounds of a shower followed only seconds later.

 

He sighed, wondering what sort of things Twilight had gotten herself into this time. He didn’t worry, though. Twilight was extremely capable and never got in over her head. Except maybe the one time with Smarty Pants, but things worked out anyways. A couple minutes later, he had all the necessary cleaning materials laid out near the basement door. Curiosity started poking at him, begging the question of what might lie beyond that door. Was it some top-secret princess thing? Or maybe Twilight had made a major mess with her latest experiment? It could even be something dark and mysterious. As the last thought entered Spike’s head, he smiled, now creeping toward the door.

 

Before he got anywhere, however, a still-sopping wet Twilight buzzed by him in a blur, snatching up the cleaning materials as she passed. Water splayed outward from her gallop, spraying a mist over Spike. By the time Twilight’s run-by had registered, she’d closed the door, cutting him off from any hope of answers. Spike grumbled and waddled away, deciding it was too early for this.

 

Twilight rushed down the stairs, holding all the materials by magic. She immediately went to work on the couch, scrubbing out the remains of her drool and cum, her panic sending beads of sweat down her face. Halfway through her work, she realized Pleasure was still lying on the couch and glanced over. Twilight was surprised to see her still asleep. Shaking her head, Twilight figured it was for the better, as she didn’t need any delays.

 

This morning—no, afternoon—was already enough of a mess.

 

Once the couch was clean, Twilight started working on the spells she’d drawn, but only had time to remove the barrier drawings before she ran out of time. Spike wouldn’t be able to recognize anything, so it’d be fine to leave it there. Twilight gave one last glance to the sleeping Pleasure, hoping, begging she didn’t do anything disruptive.

 

With that, Twilight disappeared in a flash of purple light.

 

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

A fizzling sound woke Pleasure. Purple light filled her eyes the moment she awoke, intriguing the spirit as she scanned the room, trying to find the source. She discovered herself quite alone, however. With a yawn, she stretched her neck, wings and arms, now fully detached from her slumber. The light must have been a teleport, she surmised. It wasn’t the first time she’d witnessed one.

 

Her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. Pleasure smirked, considering introducing herself to this newcomer. Twilight had been hiding something from her, that sly little alicorn. She presented herself as a bumbling bookworm, but Pleasure could tell she was much smarter than first impressions might betray.

 

For now, however, Pleasure decided to focus on Twilight. Besides, her presence was one Twilight wanted secret, and exposing herself might annoy the alicorn. Pushing her away would only hurt Pleasure’s purpose. The more control Pleasure gained over Twilight, the better she would be able to pleasure her summoner.

 

Hopping off the couch, Pleasure made her way over to the spell drawn on the floor. She studied the spell-form closely, face sharp and focused. Aloe had taught her the basics of magic and spell-forms in their time together, though Pleasure was unable to grasp anything beyond that. What Twilight had here… it was definitely beyond her. A frown darkened Pleasure’s face, a tinge of envy staining her mood. While free time was something she often had in abundance, access to advanced spellcasting instructions typically eluded her in the shorts trips she made out of Tartarus. Sighing, Pleasure accepted that fact and moved on; she had a summoner to indulge.

 

Squinting, Pleasure deconstructed the spell as best she could. While the outer layers were too complex to understand, the core of the spell was still intact and readable. There were runes of displacement and transmission, she saw, as well as a phase-shift form. Pleasure rubbed her chin for a few moments before grabbing some chalk. Mumbling to herself, she started modifying the spell. If she erased this link and this link, then joined this and this…

 

Spell finished, the floor beneath the spell-form began to warp and waver. Pleasure’s concentration evaporated into delight. This would work out perfect! She readied her arms, glancing back at them and grinning. While she couldn’t thank Twilight enough for giving them to her, there was something else she could do.

 

Put them to use.

 

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

Twilight plopped down in the circular booth in the restaurant, relieved her friends had understood her tardiness. She was worried she’d have to make up a story to explain herself, and she would have hated lying to them. It seemed everyone dismissed her missing the meet time by twelve seconds as nothing major.

 

“Dear, please, you were hardly late.”

 

“Yeah, c’mon, Twi, you ain’t gotta be so hard on yerself.”

 

Everyp0ny else had agreed with Rarity and Applejack, so Twilight dropped the issue. She knew the six of them would likely have much less time together in the coming weeks as Twilight left for Canterlot and further training under Princess Celestia. And while Twilight hoped she’d be able to come back to Ponyville afterwards and resume her life as a librarian, a sneaking suspicion told her things wouldn’t quite work out that way.

 

She could still hope, though.

 

“We still good for those flying lessons, Twilight? I’ve got some sweet new things to show you!” said Rainbow Dash.

 

Twilight dashed the frown from her face and nodded emphatically to Rainbow. “Oh, yes, certainly. I’m looking forward to it.” Flying, Twilight found, was a wonderful escape from the duties she carried, and the weight of the responsibilities soon to come. She could see why Rainbow loved it so much.

 

“Great!” Rainbow replied as she slid into the booth aside Twilight. The rest of her friends all filed in, Twilight in the middle. The restaurant must’ve known the new princess was coming, as the table spoke ‘special’ with the thick cloth cover and bouquet centerpiece. Twilight cringed when her friends saw it, expecting some sort of disgust, but the most she heard was a compliment from Rarity.

 

Twilight found it difficult to sit down in the fashion she usually did. Her wings felt awkward and out-of-place and the booth turned out to be just another challenge. Luckily, Rainbow knew the solution.

 

“I get that all the time, Twi. Try this.” She pushed on Twilight’s chest, pressing her back and wings against the back of the booth. Rainbow then pulled Twilight’s hind legs out from underneath her so they dangled out over the booth seat cushion. The bewildered alicorn opened her mouth to protest, but soon realized her posture, while appearing a bit lazy, was actually quite comfortable. To her side, Rainbow adopted the same position, giving her a wink. “See?”

 

“Yeah. It looks a little weird, but I like it.”

 

“Told ya!”

 

Rarity spoke up. “So, Twilight, are you excited for your training with Princess Celestia coming up? I can only imagine what you’ll learn, and I believe the princess has already proven herself quite the capable teacher.”

 

As soon as she registered the question, Twilight slouched and her ears drooped. This was exactly what she wanted to avoid talking about, though it made sense that her friends were curious. “Yes, I’m excited, certainly. I’m just… well, everything is happening so suddenly, and I honestly don’t know where things are going to go after the training. I like it here. I like you girls, and I don’t want to leave—but that might not be up to me.”

 

Something grazed up against one of Twilight’s hind legs under the table; she twitched and moved her hind leg away, figuring it was just one of Rainbow’s legs.

 

“Oh, dear Twilight, I didn’t realize you were so worried about it. I’m sure the princess will understand your wishes to stay here. She is nothing if not benevolent. In fact, I bet she already has that in mind.”

 

“Yeah! And besides, you’re a princess now, too! If you want to hang around here, who can tell you not to?” added Rainbow.

 

Rarity gave a polite cough. “Rainbow, part of being a princess means you must carry around certain responsibilities. That means Twilight won’t necessarily be able to choose where she spends all of her time.” She turned to Twilight. “And she likely still considers Princess Celestia a senior, correct?”

 

Twilight nodded meekly.

 

“Things are not always so simple, Rainbow.”

 

“Cheer up, Twilight!” said Pinkie. “Your friends aren’t going anywhere, no matter what happens! If you can’t come to Ponyville then we’ll come to you as best we can. That’s what friends do when they’re needed, right?”

 

The rest of the group nodded and added their agreement.

 

Twilight allowed herself a small smile. They were right; she did have something she could always rely on—as far as their intentions could carry them, at least. Her hind leg twitched again when she felt the same tingling on it, but Twilight paid it no mind.

 

In that moment, Twilight made up her mind. She’d never forget or forsake this, the feeling she held, the friendship she’d crafted. This bond was the very same one, in fact, that made her a princess. Too often her friends had offered a shoulder to lean on and Twilight had ignored it.

 

A shiver once again ran up her hind leg, and this time Twilight swatted at it. What she touched, however, did not feel like Rainbow’s leg at all. Her eyes widened. It wasn’t an unfamiliar touch… something she’d as recently as last night, actually. Twilight stole a peek under the tablecloth and had to cover her mouth to suppress a gasp at the sight.

 

One of Pleasure’s arms hovered near Twilight’s leg, growing from a distorted spot on the floor.

 

“Twilight? You alright?” asked Applejack, furrowing her eyebrows at Twilight’s reaction.

 

Looking up, Twilight find all of her friends staring at her with concern. She fended off their eyes with a toothy smile. “Yeah, heh heh. I’m fine. Just… touched by all of your concerns.” Twilight shifted in her seat, attempting to sit up and move her hind legs to safety, but Pleasure’s arm somehow sensed her movements and wrapped itself around a leg before she could get clear, holding her fast.

 

If she could talk to Pleasure, Twilight would be giving her a serious lecture right now. Doing this here in such a public place was completely ludicrous! Not to mention she was trying to have a decent conversation with her friends, something that would be difficult to come by after next week. She tugged at her leg, attempting to tell Pleasure to knock it off, but the arm only squeezed tighter. Once Twilight stopped yanking her leg, the arm started to pulse, its tip growing digits which started feeling her up. While it never ventured near her private place, the touches were undoubtedly sexual.

 

Twilight slowly let out a breath and concentrated. If this was all Pleasure was going to do, she could handle this. It was probably just some perverted test.

 

“So, Rarity, Applejack, how are your sisters doing?”

 

“Applebloom’s up the same adventures she’s always been into. Yesterday she went divin’ in Ponyville lake with the girls. Didn’ get her cutie mark, but she said she had a lotta fun. Granny gave her a talkin’ for goin’ without an a-dult, though.”

 

The arm started to crawl up Twilight’s leg, coiling further toward where leg met body. Sweat dripped down her cheek, which Twilight quickly rubbed away.

 

“Sweetie’s been a dear around the boutique with chores. I asked her to fetch and clean several things and she did it with no complaint! I do believe she’ll grow into quite the mare with that kind of maturity.”

 

Before Rarity could continue, their food arrived. Twilight grabbed her daisy sandwich and oat mix, a meal she would normally be excited to eat but for the distraction approaching her nethers. Pleasure’s arm grasped her leg tight, touches reaching ever higher. Twilight did her best to regulate her breathing, but if the arm continued she feared somep0ny would soon notice.

 

Once everyp0ny had their food the conversation continued, Rarity and Applejack speaking about their lives, Rainbow hopping in every now and then with a comment about Scootaloo. She had become somewhat closer to the young pegasus after that camping expedition, Twilight noticed.

 

With the arm’s stimulation becoming more and more aggressive, Twilight figured it would be best to keep her involvement to a minimum. Whenever the conversation moved to her, she just deflected it away with another question.

 

Twilight let out a tiny squeak when the arm reached her body, grazing her cutie mark with its caresses. Tension shot through her body, forcing her wings to stiffen behind her. Luckily, they only opened into the back of her seat where the extension was hardly noticeable. At the same time, the arm stopped moving forward, allowing Twilight time to adjust and calm her self… at least to some extent.

 

While her heart was still thumping incredibly fast, Twilight was able to even her breathing and kept her sweat from soaking her fur by dabbing it up with a napkin. Content with her abilities to resist Pleasure’s teasing, she lifted up her daisy sandwich and began to partake. She even managed a smile for herself. This restaurant’s daisy sandwiches were always the best.

 

Twilight soon found she forgot something important, though.

 

Pleasure had two arms.

 

Just as she went for her next bite, the second arm poked at Twilight’s folds, running up and down them with several light strokes. Her magic flickered and she nearly dropped the sandwich, a blush fighting its way to her cheeks. She looked around the table, wondering if anyp0ny had noticed. Fluttershy was giving her a funny look, almost as if inquiring about Twilight’s health, so she gave Fluttershy her best grin and a head tilt, hoping to assuage the pegasus’ concerns before she voiced them.

 

Again, the arm brushed up against her entrance. Either it was warning Twilight what was to come or trying to tease her to the point of collapse. A voice started whispering in the back of Twilight’s mind, begging Pleasure to hurry up, to fill her with that arm and drive her to ecstasy, damning whatever consequences there might be. Twilight gulped, the mental image of being violated by Pleasure’s merciless arms only driving her arousal higher.

 

She needed to stop this before her body betrayed her, though. Giving a quick glance around the table to make sure nop0ny was paying attention, Twilight slipped her forehooves under the table, covering her slit. The arm bumped angrily into the barrier, but pulled back after a couple attempts. Twilight sighed and once again went back to her sandwich, hoping Pleasure got the message.

 

She didn’t, of course.

 

The arm looped around Twilight’s leg sprang into action, coiling around her forehooves and deftly removing them from her entrance. Jolting at the sudden movement, Twilight lifted the tablecloth to get a good look at what was now happening underneath the table. When her eyes landed on Pleasure’s second arm, she nearly fainted.

 

The tip had morphed into something completely different. Small, soft spikes covered a good couple feet of the tip, which itself had swollen to a size that Twilight knew would stretch her. At the very edge of it, a blossom of short, writhing appendages squirmed in the open air, most likely searching for something to grasp onto and stimulate. The arm secreted some sort of liquid that glistened as it flowed over the arm—lubrication, Twilight surmised. It was wholly unnecessary with the wetness that now oozed from Twilight’s marehood, brought on by the mere sight of Pleasure’s arm.

 

She quickly let the tablecloth back down, hoping nop0ny had seen her shocked reaction. Once again, she got lucky, as everyp0ny was still busy with their meals. Twilight bit her lip desperately, hoping Pleasure would have mercy and either withdraw or finish it quickly. Her breathing now bordered on panting, anticipation for the inevitable rising within her like a slow flame. She quietly begged Pleasure not to leave her like this, precariously short of satisfaction, the heat of arousal tearing at her mind like claws.

 

Fortunately for Twilight, she didn’t.

 

The engorged arm struck in one swift, smooth motion, parting Twilight’s folds and slipping inside without a hint of resistance. Her marehood was forced wide open to accompany the invading member, wrecking her body with a wave of pleasure. A stupid smile appeared on her face as contentment washed over Twilight, the feeling of fullness she sought now hers. At the same time, a moan escaped the haggard mare’s lips, her defenses shattering the moment Pleasure entered her.

 

“So, Twilight, you must tell us all what you’re planning to do once back in Canterlot. You miss your parents terribly, yes?”

 

Rarity picked the WORST possible time to ask.

 

Ragged breaths fled Twilight’s mouth in droves, but she fought as hard as her will allowed to give a coherent answer. “I’m r-r-really looking f-forward to seeing them, yes. I shlink I’ll shee them first.” Her slur was almost impossible not to notice.

 

“Yes, that does sound like a plan.” Rarity did not sound convinced, though her attention drifted elsewhere. She waved a hoof in front of her snout, flaring her nostrils. “Can anyp0ny else smell that?”

 

Pleasure continued to pump Twilight, either ignorant or apathetic to the conversation. Her mutated appendage wrecked havoc, its nubs giving the hapless alicorn a hundred different points of stimulation. The squirming tentacles on its tip continued to writhe inside of her, finding especially sensitive spots and massaging them.

 

“Twi, I hate to ask again, but you ain’t lookin’ so great.”

 

‘Damnit, Applejack, I’m trying to enjoy myself!’ Twilight screamed inside her head, but kept the words to herself. Instead, she slurped up a string of drool that had started to form and waved a forehoof at Applejack.

 

“I’m f-fine, really. I just got some food s-stuck in my throat.”

 

She tried readjusting her spot in her seat, but Pleasure’s arm coiled around her leg held her fast. The other picked up its pace, almost angry at Twilight for attempting to move. She offered no complaint, actually thrusting her hips to allow the arm a better angle. It took full advantage.

 

“Well, if you say so. You think Celestia’s gonna set you up someplace special? You are a princess, now, after all.”

 

“Yes,” muttered Twilight.

 

Her eyes began to glaze over, the pleasure finally driving lucidity from her mind. Sensing her weakness, Pleasure thrusted faster, now twirling her arm as well, driving deeper and deeper into Twilight, shifting angles to ensure not an inch of Twilight’s sex went unwanting. The alicorn’s entire body began to bounce up and down with the force of each plunge, but Twilight made no effort to hide it. Her mind blanked, and Pleasure took over.

 

“So… where you think you’ll be staying?”

 

“Yes…” she replied, voice hardly intelligible.

 

Black pulses flowed up Pleasure’s arm, seeping into Twilight as Pleasure pounded her victim, their dark energies clouding her thoughts. Twilight’s eyes wandered to Applejack, though now she saw her friend in a much different light. For the first time, Twilight really noticed her corded muscles, muscles that could hold her down while those fine hooves stroked her needy body. Applejack would squeal when Twilight pulled that healthy, blonde tail, the two going at each other like rabbits.

 

Rarity mumbled something, and Twilight shifted her attention to the unicorn, gaze drifting over her fine, shapely flank. Twilight could hardly wait to swat it with her new wings—Rarity would like that. Her ass practically begged for it. Tilting her head, Rarity spoke again, but her words were merely buzzes against the torrent ravishing Twilight’s sex.

 

The dashing pegasus sitting next to her would probably be the best fucker, Twilight figured. They could bang in mid-air, high above the town, their moans raining down among the townsponies as their tongues and wings explored each others’ bodies. The only one who could probably last as long as Rainbow was Applejack.

 

Just as Twilight wondered how she might convince Rainbow to fuck Applejack as well, the dark energy from Pleasure ceased, even though her motions did not. The thrusts were more even now—still deliberate and deep, but in a steady, relentless rhythm instead of the mindless pounding of before. Twilight seized the arm with magic and shoved it in further and faster, no longer willing to wait for Pleasure. Her body demanded release now. Twilight hung on the edge, desperate to take the plunge, to know Pleasure as she had last night. She could practically see her satisfaction wavering in front of her, taunting her, hovering just beyond reach.

 

Pleasure, however, was an expert, molded by years and years of experience. She knew Twilight’s body just as well as the librarian did. Moving her other arm into position above Twilight’s clit, she grew two digits and pinched.

 

Twilight’s flower exploded with fluid, cum dripping freely down Pleasure’s arm as it continued to pump her, making sure to ride Twilight all the way through orgasm. Every muscle in her body tensed as the climax ripped through her, dunking her head in a bucket of overwhelming pleasure before releasing her. Twilight slumped back into her chair, forgoing any sense of posture she once held, oblivious to the world.

 

A world that was VERY curious as to what she was doing.

 

Twilight blinked, finding Rainbow about to throw a glass of water onto her face. She threw her hooves out in front of herself just in time.

 

“Wait!”

 

All five pairs of eyes shifted from Rainbow to Twilight. Her gaze darted back and forth, mind hastily searching for some sort of excuse. Pleasure had since removed the arm holding her leg, though she seemed content leaving the other buried in Twilight’s folds, still dripping with her juices.

 

“Well?” said Rainbow, raising an eyebrow.

 

Twilight’s cheeks bloomed red as she moved her forehooves to her lap, pretending to play with them nervously while, in truth, frantically pulling Pleasure limb from her sex. Once it was free, she allowed herself a moment to breathe.

 

“Okay, so, Princess Celestia told me there are some… changes that come along with becoming an alicorn. She told me my body might have a few, er, hiccups while I’m adjusting.” She smiled sheepishly, hoping beyond hope her friends bought the excuse. “That was a hiccup.”

 

Rainbow reared her head back, face plain with confusion. “A hiccup?”

 

“Y-yeah.” Twilight looked down at the table, unable to face her friends after lying to them.

 

“Well, okay!” said Pinkie. The other ponies looked to her, but she just shrugged and smiled. “Whatever Twilight said is good enough for me.”

 

Everyp0ny nodded and shared agreements, then looked back to Twilight, this time with relief.

 

“I was gettin’ a little worried, there, Twi,” said Applejack.

 

“Yeah, no kidding,” said Rainbow.

 

“If you ever need any help with that, dear, please don’t hesitate to come to me,” added Rarity.

 

“Me as well,” peeped Fluttershy.

 

While all of their comments were meant to give Twilight comfort, all she could do was feel worse.

 

The meal continued fairly normal after that. Twilight filled all of her friends in on the details of the visit to Canterlot and all she knew about the training. They commented on certain things, everypony excited for her in some way, proud of her for becoming a princess, eager to hear all about her training.

 

Eventually, the food disappeared and conversation ran dry. Everypony had their lives to return to, just like Twilight. They said their goodbyes and headed their separate ways. When Twilight started her journey back home, however, her face darkened.

 

Pleasure had some explaining to do.

 

 

 

 

 

The front door blew open with a slam, Twilight’s buck nearly knocking it off its hinges. She stomped inside, snorting, eyes sharp as a blade, searching for the devious mare. They instead found a startled, confused Spike.

 

“T-T-Twilight? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he stuttered, frozen in place.

 

Twilight smacked her face with a hoof, annoyed she wasn’t able to catch Pleasure off-guard. The fact that she wasn’t up here, however, meant she likely still hadn’t introduced herself to Spike.

 

That, or she’d left the library altogether. Twilight sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case.

 

With a sigh, Twilight replied, “No, Spike, you didn’t do anything. Can you give me a little time alone? I need to think.” She didn’t notice the edge her tone took.

 

He got the message loud and clear, only nodding before darting out the door. Twilight wasted no time slamming it behind him, eager to get back to her rampage. Not one to be robbed of a dramatic entrance, Twilight stormed to the basement door and was about to buck it just as she had the front door when it decided to open. Twilight took a step back, anger momentarily vanishing from her face, eyes landing on the pony who’d disrupted her tantrum.

 

Pleasure.

 

Letting out a low growl, Twilight twisted her face into a wicked grimace, glare flaring up, almost as if to set Pleasure on fire.  Pleasure took her anger in stride, simply smirking through half-lidded eyes.

 

“How may I help you, summoner? Or was what I did earlier sufficient?”

 

Twilight exploded. “Are you SERIOUS?! Fornicating me in presence of my friends, without of my permission?”

 

She chortled. “You seemed to enjoy it well enough.”

 

Twilight’s cheeks heated, her head vibrating with barely-constrained fury. “It was necessary to beguile them in order to circumvent suspicion! And what if one of them had ventured a visual examination? I am of the mind it is a greater than a diminutive bit suspect to observe two vile-looking appendages sprouting from the floor!”

 

“Aww, you use big words when you get mad. How cute.”

 

Twilight screamed, eyes flashing green and trailing a purple mist. She channeled her anger into a blind blast of magic, rattling books from their shelves and shaking the foundation of her treehouse. Pleasure held her stance, waiting until the outburst ended to blow a stand of her mane out of her eyes.

 

“Temper, Twilight. Maybe you should take a seat. I’ll get you something to drink.” She moved toward the kitchen but Twilight blocked her. The rage in her face had diminished, though Pleasure could still see a spark of it deep within.

 

“Pleasure, I want to know why.”

 

“I can assure you, dearie, my motives are very plain. I wish to pleasure you and sexual pleasure seemed to be what you sought most, so I obliged. It’s not my fault you left those spell-forms out where someone could play with them.” She nudged Twilight out of the way with an arm and walked over to the kitchen. Twilight could hear water pouring shortly afterward.

 

“But I never said I wanted anything like that! And you did it in a very public place, potentially embarrassing me in front of my friends. Why couldn’t you have just stayed here and waited?”

 

Pleasure walked up to Twilight, holding a glass of water. “Because that would have been boring. And need I remind you, you left a guest alone in your basement, no idea where she was or what she was to do next. I simply got creative.”

 

“But—“

 

“You seem to have quite the fascination with butts, Twilight. Sit.” Rolling her eyes, Twilight allowed Pleasure to guide her over to a chair and the two sat down. She chugged her water and put it aside.

 

“Now, Twilight, since it does not appear you understand my role clearly, let me state it for you again: I will give you pleasure in whatever way you ask for it. Most often, I find my summoners prefer sexual pleasure, and I am more than happy to oblige. It is, in fact, what I am most skilled with. If you wish to converse, we will converse. If you prefer a walk, then I shall walk with you. It seems you have enough friends, but should you require another, I shall be a friend. Let me say this, however: I very much enjoy sex. There is nothing equivalent in Tartarus, as I have no physical body there. So if you do not specify what you’d like to do, or you leave me alone for long enough…” She let the implication hang off her words.

 

Her face scrunched up as Twilight fought to find a response that justified the remnants of her anger. “I had to lie, though. I lied to my friends!”

 

“Did I force you to lie? Or did you do it to spare yourself some dignity?”

 

Twilight’s head sank. She knew the answer to that.

 

Pleasure stood up and walked over to Twilight, embracing the defeated alicorn with arms, wings and legs. “It’s okay, dearie. I’m sorry I put you in such a difficult situation. Let me make it up to you.” Her arms drifted down to Twilight’s shoulders, massaging their tension away. “There. Does that feel better?”

 

Slowly looking up to Pleasure, Twilight nodded meekly.

 

“Good.” Smiling, Pleasure kissed Twilight’s forehead, a dark satisfaction growing on her face. “Good.”