Spaghetti Sparkle 5 - Dinner and a Fedora (Clop)

Spaghetti Sparkle 5

 

For the uninitiated, Spaghetti Sparkle spans multiple websites.

 

DeviantART: http://spaghettisparklechan.deviantart.com/

 

>you have trouble sleeping that night

>whether it was because of what she said or what you did you don't know

>she's still hugging your left arm

>after a brief lapse into dreamland you wake once again

>her left foreleg is across your chest

>she now has her left hindleg splayed over your stomach

>her crotch is firmly situated on your left thigh

>she's not grinding, just sleeping

>you can feel her warmth through the jeans you wore to bed

>you'll probably have to scrub these jeans to get all the marecum out

>fucking Spaghetti Sparkle

 

>you drift back to sleep for a spell

>you wake up early in the morning to the clatter of a keyboard and soft sobs

>you decide not to move and just observe

>she's on her DeviantART page dealing with trolls probably

>you notice she has a side project

>she's drawing something on the computer that appears to be a black pony

>decide to go back to sleep

 

>you wake up in earnest now, you sit up and notice something on the bed

>Twi:"ANON! ♥ You're up!"

Y-Yeah, good morning

>Twi:"Anon, could you do me a big favor♥?"

Yeah sure, wha-

>Twi:"Could you take a picture of me?! The camera is right next to you on the bed!"

>she points at the camera with the biggest grin

>it's adorable

A-Alright

 

>you take the photo and look at it on the digital screen

>it makes you hunnng like no other

>you look at it for what seems like 20mins but what is really only a good 30seconds

>Twilight gets excited and grabs the camera from you and plugs it into her computer via USB

 

http://spaghettisparklechan.deviantart.com/#/d4twc3r

 

>she speedily uploads it to DeviantART and puts some comments you don't care to read

>Twi:"stay put Anon, don't get out of bed yet I've got something special!♥"

>she zooms out of the room

>you decide to go check her deviantART

F5

>someone just posted on her profile saying that she can't rip off Twilight Sparkle

>you cannot fathom what this could mean

>you decide to reply for her

>you type: shut it you zebra dickface. i twilight sparkle an i do what the fuck I want, donkeydick

>you feel pleased with your comment and post it

>you then hide a hugbox comment by a sonicfag

DING DONG BANNU

 

>you hear shuffling from outside the room and you remember you weren't supposed to move

>she opens the door faster than you can get back to the bed

>she gives a sad face

>Twi:"Anon! I made you breakfast in bed!"

>you sit back on the bed

It's alright I'll still eat it here.

>you make a face like you're in big trouble

>why do you give a shit?

>she sets the tray of breakfast over your lap and then climbs onto the bed to sit with you

>breakfast is vegan Sushi

>you pretend to smile and you take a bite

>Twilight expects your reaction

>you want to be a shitty boyfriend so she'll leave you alone

>you cant muster up that kind of douchebaggery

>you tell her it's good and that you want some more

>she gallops away excitedly while you gather your thoughts

>next time you date, it should be in public

>she probably won't try anything with the pussy pump if your date is in public

>you should also have Rainbro watch your back

 

>you finish your tofu-sushi as Twilight returns with more

>she sits down next to you on the bed again

>she creepily watches you eat

>you decide to start some conversation

So, how's Spike been doing?

>her gaze drifts to the sheets behind her

>Twi:"he, uh... *gulp* lives with Rarity now. It's been a month and a half now."

Oh! Are they dating? I didn't know. I thought he was a bit young for her.

>Twi:"I don't know either"

>ultimate silence

 

>Twi:"ever since he left I really haven't been able to perform much magic. I can barely lift anything with telekinesis anymore."

>you saw her struggle to lift up tissues and whatnot last night during her... episode

Is it because you don't have many friends anymore?

>she quietly nods

>Twi:"I also have a theory."

>you put your hand on the nape of her neck

>Twi:"I think friendship is leaving this world in general. By extension, magic is suffering because friendship IS magic."

>it hits you that the internet might be responsible

>you're killing magic if this is the case

>what the fuck man

 

>Twi:"but its okay! I can use more magic now when you're around!♥"

>she shows you by lifting and twirling around some manga with her magic

>you realize that breaking up with her without leaving her with a support group of friends would be devastating not only to her emotions, but to her very well being

>you can't do that to her, no matter how repulsive her internet persona is

>you begin to formulate PLAN C

>plans within plans are forming in your head

>your face when (http://i.imgur.com/nVhLy.png)

 

>you decide to do some probing to find out the complete situation

Hey, Twilight, am I your first boyfriend?

>Twi:"well, yeah... But I can be super good to you I promise. I know because my friend..."

>she pauses, as she remembers that she hasn't actually had friends in a while

>my old friend Rarity had lots of boyfriends and I remember how she treated them so I can be a good girlfriend. I learned bicuriously.

I think you mean vicariously.

>Twi:"Oh... yeah." She blushes.

>this isn't going to be easy

 

Twilight, I have Friday open. You want to go on another date?

>in her wild excitement, she forgets her woes

>"YEAH. I think we could watch--"

>you put your index finger to her mouth to quite her

How about we do what I want to do?

>"Oh! Yeah! I read that relationships are all ABOUT give and take. Sure Anon! What do you want to watch?"

I was thinking we could go out to a restaurant actually.

>Twi:"oh"

>her eyes look conflicted, but determined

>she wants to impress you

I'll look up a good place to get some dinner and I'll send you a text. Do you have a phone number?

>"ohhh♥ Anon is asking for my phone number~ It said in my books that this is a significant move!"

Yeah, we're dating remember?

>Twi:"oh... right. Anon I actually don't have a phone number."

>fucking weeaboos

Alright, I'll send you a private message on uh... GaiaOnline was it?

>"GalaOnline"

Right.

>she writes the GalaOnline URL on your hand, the hand she masturbated on

I also want you to fix yourself up a bit since we're going out in public. You should definitely take a shower and maybe get a manecut.

>It's un-fucking-believable that you actually have to tell your "girlfriend" to take a shower

 

I'll see you Friday at 5.

>Twi:"when's Friday?"

Tomorrow.

>Twi:"oh."

>fucking weeaboos

 

>you arrive at home

>Rainbro is sleeping upstairs

>She didn't open the store like you asked her to

>you have a hard time finding fucks to give

>you decide to space out and go on the internet, perhaps to find a place to eat dinner with Twilight

>your presence in the house rouses Rainbow Dash from her slumber

>she walks over to your side

>RD:"Wow, you look like shit Anon, and you *sniff**sniff* smell like shit too"

>you peer with contempt at Rainbow Dash

>RD:"You don't look like you got a lot of sleep. She didn't keep you up all night showing you a good time, did she?"

>she's clearly holding back laughter

 

You're right, Twilight's a bit--

>RD:"of an insufferable egghead?"

*Sigh* Yeah, but she's also a pretty sad story too. You know, she can't use magic very well anymore

>her expression changed to that of concern

>RD:"Oh. Well I... oh."

Yeah, shut the fuck up.

>RD:"Well ahh, tell me if you need anything. I'll be... um..."

>she looks at you knowing she's fucked up.

>RD:"Okay, what can I do to help?"

Twilight and I have another date tomorrow. I need you to be my guardian angel.

>RD:"Alright! Well, where's it gonna be?"

I think I have a place picked out but I need to think about it. I'll know when I get back from Zecora's place.

 

>it's Thursday night

>you've picked out a place

>now it's time to set up a GalaOnline account

>oh god, the faggotry-- IT'S EVERYWHERE!

>you eventually create an account but you can't figure out how to send a PM

>decide to try her deviantART instead

>you forgot you don't have an account there

>shit

 

>you decide to check out the new pictures she's made

>one is the photo you took

>the other is of a pony she claims is you, or what you would look like if you were a pony

 

http://spaghettisparklechan.deviantart.com/#/d4ttjjw

 

>it's a really faggy looking sephiroth looking dude

>why.jpg

>you look at what she posted in the summary

>it breaks your fucking heart

 

>this is an interprtation of how i feel about my ♥boyfriend♥. hes kind and stong and noble tho he doen't sctually look like this. anon is a very special thing in my lyfe atm and im feeling a bit emotional. hes there but its not enuf sometimes on ways i need. so really this isnt anon but my state of mind. I know anon♥ will make me feel more specail tomorrow like he made me feel more special yesterday and the day before. anon is an exponential function of happyness :3

 

>you get misty eyed reading this

>Holy shit, you have a long way to go before she's ready to break up with you

 

>RD:"Hey, what'cha up to?"

>you freak the fuck out like if someone caught you jerking off

JESUS CHRIST! Rainbow when the fuck did you get here?

>RD:"Nevermind that. Have you figured out where you're going on your--HOT--date?"

>she snickers

Y-yeah, I have the address right here. I just need to get it to Twilight. Though, I cant figure out this GalaOnline business.

>"I'll just Dash it over to her house"

>what a bro

 

>RD:"Oh, did you see that on your desk over there"

What? What is this.

>you pick up what appears to be a magazine

>it's an ero-manga

>RD:"Remember when I said they made a ero-manga out of me and you didn't believe me?"

This is a Gurren Lagann ero-manga

>RD:"I played Kamina in the live action remake remember?"

Riiiight. But I thought you said it was an ero-manga of you in the Wonderbolts.

>RD:"oh, I uhhh... must have gotten confused t-then."

 

>You thumb through the manga

>it's futanari

>yoko is fucking the shit out of kamina's (dash's) asshole with a big black dick she grew from spiral power

>you find it disgusting but rather hilarious

What the fuck, man? You're proud of this?

>she dashes behind your back and reads it over your shoulder

>RD:"ohmygosh"

>she rips the dirty comic from your lax grip and tears it to pieces with her mouth

>RD:"no one must know"

 

>it's Friday at 4:45pm

>you arrive early at Alonzo's Italian-Stallion Gourmet Restaurant

>Twilight appearantly arrived thirty minutes earlier than you

>she showered but didn't get a manecut

>at least she showered

>she's wearing a cape, much like the famous-great and powerful Trixie

>however, unlike Trixie, the cape is black and she's also wearing a gray fedora

>fucking Spaghetti Sparkle, I trusted you

 

>you sit down to eat

>your waiter shows up and gives you an appetizer of breadsticks

>Waiter:"This is on the house. This fine lady was here so long alone we thought she got stood up."

Thanks.

>Twi:"Thanks"

>the waiter leaves

>the breadsticks are like the ones at Olive Garden

>you eat one and then Twilight proceeds to eat the rest

>Twi:"Wow these breadsticks are delicious!!" she says with her mouth full

>a piece of bread slides from her mouth and onto her lip

>like a jet engine, she sucks it disgustingly back into her maw

 

>you look around to find Rainbow Dash

>you see her in the corner of the Restaurant wearing fake glasses and a comedy nose

>you recall that it was Pinkie Pie's before she sold you the deed to Sugarcube Corner you'd eventually convert into a video store

>Dash probably found it in the basement where Pinkie left behind tons of prank gear

>the world is a bit more bleak without Pinkie around

 

>your mind is wondering

>Twilight has finished the breadsticks and is looking at you like she wants to say something.

What're you thinking about Twi?

>Twi:"I-I know you thought I should've got a manecut. It looks like it bothered you. I'm sorry I didn't-- I'll do it tomorrow. What do you want it to look like?

Nah. Your hair is just fine.

>you decide to be candid with Twilight about her appearance

It's just that... the fedora and the cape are a bit... embarrassing.

>Twi:"oh"

>she frowns and blushes

 

>something is wrong

>she looks like she's taking really short breaths

>her cheeks dilate

>a bit of vomit escapes her puckered lips, but not much

>you quickly get up from your chair and rush to Twilight's side of the table

>you whip the fedora off of her head, hold it just below her mouth, and she lets go half digested breadsticks into the hat

>since you're seated in the corner, you can block Twilight's shame completely with your entire body

>she looks up at you in relief and sees your shocked expression

>her snout snaps back to the fedora and lets loose another load

>this has all been remarkably quiet

 

>once again she looks up at you

>she has no words

>she folds her arms on the table and puts her head down

>you need to do something

>you tap her arm to get her attention

>she looks at you with tears flowing down her face

>you put your hand on her cheek and bring her face close to yours

 

 

>she closes her eyes

>you kiss the top of her head

>she swoons

 

http://i.imgur.com/Bq7ic.png

 

>the fedora on the table full of vomit tips over and pours onto the floor

Oh shit.

>you grab the hat and stealthily make it to the bathroom

>the trashbin is full

>you decide to just go into a stall and abandon the hat in one of the toilets

>getting back from the bathroom, you notice the waiter is taking Twilight's order

>you get back just in time to place your order

 

>an hour later

>the date has been going fine since that altercation

>she's ditched the cape

>your food is just about to arrive

>you wonder what Twilight got, since you were away when she placed her order

>the waiter puts both of your plates down at the same time

>Waiter:"Here you are, lovely lady and fine gentleman! You both ordered the Fettucini Alfredo, yes?"

>Twilight blushes when he says "lovely lady"

>Twi:"Yes, thank you waiter."

Yeah thanks.

>Waiter:"Now there are a few ways we can do this and the choice is yours. Which wine?"

>he holds out two unlabeled wine bottles

>Waiter:"This one is-"

>Twi:"Hold on waiter, I can handle this. May I smell both?"

>oh no

 

>she gets up from her chair to smell both wines after they are both poured into separate glasses

>she swirls one around and sticks her snout in the glass, accidentally dipping her nose

>the other she just gives a big snort

>this draws the attention of the entire restaurant

 

>Twi:"well, t-this one..." she points to the one on the left, "this one is Celestia's choice brew, the: Le Soleil est une Tapette." she points to the one on the right, "this one is: Hongrois mangent mes Fesses."

>Waiter:"Well, that was a good guess young mare, as we take inspiration from both of those wines, but these are both: Vomir dans un Chapeau, just of a different vintage."

>the entire restaurant goes back to their business

>only one p0ny laughed

>Twilight still takes it unbelievably hard

 

>you can hear her stomach rumble

>she looks at you in distress

>Waiter:"Well m'lady, which do you want?"

>she's breathing short breaths again

Excuse us waiter, we'll make our decision later.

>you notice her dry heave

>Waiter:"Just tell me. Newer or older vintage?"

I just told you. Get the fuck out.

>the waiter leaves, rolling his eyes

>you hear Twilight fart

>it begins

 

>oh no! not this time it doesn't

>you rush over to Twilight again and grab from your pocket a small cloth bag

>slipping your hand inside, you grab a couple pink pills

>you whisper

Here Twi, take this Pepto-Bismol I got from Zecora. It'll help with your stomach.

>She sheepishly smiles, "Okay".

>you know the pepto won't work that fast, but you're holding out on the placebo effect to carry her through

 

>she regains what little composure she had

>crisis averted

>you both sit down to eat your Fettucini Alfredo

>it's good

>you look up to see Twilight's reaction to it

>she's silently crying

>Spaghetti is seeping from her horn and onto the plate of Fettucini Alfredo

>her tears transmute into meatballs halfway between her eyes and her plate

>you need to say something

Twilight, you're going with me to the Canterlot animecon in three and a half weeks. No objections.

 

 

 

>the rest of the date went on uneventful

>as you leave the restaurant, Twilight asks you if you want to walk her home

>you oblige

>as you walk she's keeping 2-3 steps ahead of you

>she's trying to give you a sexy show again by showing off her flank

>she either used the pump again or is still coming down from when she used it on your first date

>you realize that the cape she wore was in order to hide her inflamed marehood

>either way, it's not as egregious as the first time she used it

>she's beginning to learn that moderation is best

>maybe

 

>you briefly glimpse rainbro flying around keeping watch in the sky

>you reach the Sparkle residence

>Twi:"W-well, d-do you want to come i-in?"

>she's so nervous holy shit. Does she think we're going to fuck?

I should probably be getting home. It's late.

>Twi:"N-no you can't! I... I like it when you're around. You're my boyfriend right?"

Y-yeah

>Twi:"L-listen Anon, I know you have a hard time being intimate because of Fluttershy so..."

>she pauses in thought

>Twi:"we'll take it slow"

I don't kn--

>Twi:"just being around you makes it feel like my magic never left!" she says in a pleading voice.

 

>you're laying on her bed again

>she's reading manga while you just stare at the ceiling

>she yawns

>Twi:"well, time for bed Anon♥"

>she shuffles around and lays down so that she's sleeping on her side

>her tail moves out from between her legs and flicks you in the face

>it's wet with he natural lubricant

>hello boner

 

>you try to sleep with a rock hard boner and jeans on

>it hurts

>you can take it

>you put your hands in you pockets to prevent another episode

 

>you pretend to sleep, just to see what happens

>you find out Twilight was pretending too

>she gets out of bed and tests her magic on some stacks of manga

>she's struggling

>do you even lift?

 

>she gets better as time passes

>it's been an hour

>she seems thoroughly pleased with her progress

>she pulls out a large scroll and makes a checkmark

 

>she climbs back into bed

>your boner has been on and off throughout Twilight's workout session

>it is now currently: on

>Twilight seems thoroughly pleased by this as well

>she pulls out another large scroll and makes a checkmark

 

>a nervous look washes over her face

>she uses magic to unzip your pants, unbutton your boxers, and take out your dick

>you start sweating, but not nearly as much as she is

>she magics over her human shaped dildo

>she gets under the covers and starts working herself while looking at your member

>she looks strained

>she grits her teeth and her horn glows

>your dick now glows purple/pink

>it feels like a human hand is jerking you off

>this isn't fucking a pony is it? Nah. It's A-Okay!

 

>you can hear her mumble

>Twi:"I'm sorry but I love you."

>she mumbles really fast in rhythm with her strokes

>Twi:"imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou-imsorrybutiloveyou"

>you notice that the speed at which she's pumping herself with the dildo and giving you a magical handjob are the same

>could it be that this isn't actually a magical hand but really--?

 

>no time to think now

>It doesn't matter if this is a magical human-hand or magical mare pussy

>you're about to cum

>she couldn't possibly know this

>your dick is aimed right at your nice sweater

>the sacrifices we make

 

>you start to unload

>a lot

>this sweater is roped with cum

>Twilight gasps and starts pushing the dildo deep into her marehood with every stroke

>she cums

>you can tell because the sheets get soaked

>she's squirting harder than last time

>the magical marehood/hand is clamping down hard as fuck when this happens

>this forces one of your loads to jet onto your chin

 

>this turns Twilight on to no end and she loses control and starts moaning

>she can't deal with the wet sheets anymore and she hikes them down

>this reveals the whole deal

>she has the dildo up her as far as it will go

>you wonder if it will disappear up there

>she's rubbing the shit out of her clit with her hoof

 

>eventually she slows down and the dildo slowly pops out of her, unassisted

>she looks at her mess and grins a satisfied grin

>she mumbles again, looking concerned.

>Twi:"Is this what it will be like? Could it feel any better that?"

>she lingers on the thought for a bit and shuffles off to clean up the night's festivities

>you fall asleep, after cumming like a Greek god, you feel like you deserve it

 

~~~END PART 5~~~

 

Spaghetti Sparkle's version of events:

http://spaghettisparklechan.deviantart.com/journal/2nd-date-and-the-wonderful-confession-lt-3-292264785