Rarity's Generous Plan, part.4

Chapter 4: Twilight Sparkle

 

"I just can't believe something like this would happen right here in Ponyville!" The purple mare's tone was stark, shaken. "To my own friends."

They stood at the steps of the library, Twilight Sparkle and her friends. Spike stood beside her, his arms worriedly wrapped about her foreleg as he huddled in close. Four others stood in the front: Applejack, Big Mac, Fluttershy, and Rarity. With all that had happened in the past few days, they'd come to Twilight for a solution.

"Twilight," Spike whispered insistently, squeezing her leg, "What's rape, anyway?" He didn't fully understand the situation, only that his friends had been hurt somehow.

"It's something very bad, Spike. Something very, very bad that colts do to mares when they don't want them to." She shook her head sternly, scolding the theoretical colts who weren't even there. Big Mac uncomfortably shifted the sprig of wheat in his mouth. "First Applejack, then Rarity, and now even Pinkie Pie."

"D'ya think that's related?" Applejack asked. "Me an' Rarity were attacked by guards, but I heard this was just some colt."

"At least he's in jail, where he belongs." Rarity huffed. Mac hung his head a bit more and avoided the eyes of the other ponies, thankful they seemed content to speak mostly to each other.

Twilight nodded. "Ponyville hasn't had a case of rape in years, now there's been three in a week."

"Maybe there's been more," Mac offered quietly, "but they're just too ashamed a'what's happened to come forward." He hung his head a little further, glancing sideways at Fluttershy, a guilty look on his face. The yellow pegasus looked away.

But the brainy purple pony didn't notice the subtext. "Exactly. And anyway, there's got to be some connection. Pokey said he was drugged, and the tests confirmed it. There was some sort of purple herb mixed in with the punch at the party he'd just come from."

"Yes, I read the report. When I heard what had happened, I remembered these. I thought maybe you could do something with them," Rarity responded, magically lifting a small bundle purple leaves from her satchel and offering them to the bookish Twilight. The other ponies all stared. "I bought these a week ago from a white pony. I didn't recognize the cutie mark, and their face was hidden under some garish mask."

"That matches the description Pokey gave of the mystery pony at the party! I hope you didn't use these yourself, Rarity." Twilight responded, carefully taking the herbs for study.

"Only once, dear," the white unicorn responded, "I brewed the leaves into some tea the other day, but I was so distracted by my work I forgot about it, and I ended up throwing it out when it got cold." Mac perked up for a moment, hearing this. He turned to Rarity, listening.

"I shudder to think what would have happened if you had drank it!" Twilight responded, shivering visibly. Big Mac glanced at Fluttershy, who looked back at him. They said nothing, but there was some kind of communication there.

"Can you figure this out, Twi'?" Applejack asked, hopeful and urgent.

"I'll do my best. I still think it would be best if I just wrote to Celestia about all this."

"Those were Royal Guards!" Rarity protested.

"If there's corruption in the ranks, all the more reason to tell Celestia!"

"I agree with Rarity for once. Those were ROYAL guards, after all, and that could mean some pretty bad things. Until we know who we can trust, we should hold off for a while longer." Applejack nodded firmly.

Twilight sighed, reluctantly going along with the plan. She knew Celestia would have the solution, but she had to consider the concerns and the safety of her friends. "All right. But in two days if we still don't have any answers, I'm going straight to Celestia."

"I understand, dear." Rarity nodded.

 

Two days.

So now she had a deadline.

 

 

Hours passed as Twilight labored over the herbal leaves, cross-referencing every botanical guide she had in the library to pinpoint their origin. She studied their cellular structure under a microscope, ran chemical tests and cultivated culture dishes to see what molds would grow on them. Spike retired to his bed almost unnoticed, and Twilight pored over what little she had to go on. If this herb could give them some sort of lead, she had to unravel its mysteries. Its origin might be traced, its effects might be explained, and perhaps it would be the first step towards understanding what was happening. It was on Twilight now, to figure out why her friends had been hurt. Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie.

As she considered it, a strange realization dawned on her. The three girls were all part of her close circle of friends. There weren't any other reports that she knew of, so it was just them. Was it a coincidence? Or was someone targeting them specifically? And if so, why?

She sat up from her desk, and her heart skipped a beat. What if it was her? What if she was the center of it? What if whoever was doing this was doing it because of who she was, who she knew? Celestia's own most recognized pupil. What if this was some form of political terrorism? That would mean it was her fault. It would mean she dragged the other girls into this. The purple unicorn pony jumped up, and began pacing around the dim study, lit only by a single candle now. It couldn't be. She shook her head. No one would do something like that. But if this really did have something to do with her, all the more reason it was important to understand.

 

A knock on the door gave the studious young mare a start, and she stood for a long moment just staring across the darkened library. Stars glinted in the deep dark sky and blackness swelled outside the windows. She made no noise, dared not move. Her imagination was running away with her. What if she were to open the door and find a gang of Royal Guards, of those powerful white stallions now come for her? Could she be next? Could she resist them, even with her magic? Or would they take her, as they'd taken her friends? Her mind raced, horrible images filled her head. She saw herself bent over her desk, mounted rudely by one of the oversized stallions. She imagined being pinned beneath the barrel-chested males, struggling weakly. She envisioned the indignities and lewd depravity she might suffer, all in the flash of a few seconds. She found herself in a cold sweat. She swallowed deeply, nervously, and tried not to make a sound. She just stared at the door, wondering if perhaps she'd only imagined it. Her heart pounded in her ears.

 

Another knock.

 

She hadn't imagined it. The purple unicorn pony bit her lip, glancing around. She was afraid now. She whispered, hushed.

"Spike. Spike!" She strained under her breath. But he was in bed, at the opposite side of the library. She was stranded there in that pool of flickering candlelight. Trapped. The library had no back exit.

Maybe they'd go away. Or break the door down.

 

Yet another knock.

 

Shaking, quivering in fear and beginning to sweat visibly, the young purple mare slowly paced towards the door. She didn't know what she was going to do, only that there was no way out now. She took a deep breath, then opened the door onto the dark night.

"Hey Twilight!"

 

The unicorn nearly fell over backwards in her relief. She slumped down to the floor, sitting on her haunches, and sighed a long, shaky sigh. "Oh, Caramel. You scared the bits out of me."

A small-framed and rather unimpressive brown colt stood on the library's front step, and he looked about strangely, surveying the town, all settled down for the night. "...Sorry?" was all he offered, more in confusion than apology.

She opened her mouth, but realizing the sensitive nature of her misconception, merely waved a hoof in dismissal rather than explain what had scared her. "Nevermind. What can I help you with?" she asked politely, feeling a little sheepish she'd let her imagination carry her away.

"Well, you didn't show up tonight. I just wanted to see if you were okay."

She slapped her forehead with her hoof. "Oh, I forgot about your tutoring! Caramel, I'm so sorry! I was working on something, and I guess I just lost track of time."

"Well, I mean, not to rush you or anything," he continued, shuffling awkwardly on the step, "but I have to know this stuff by the weekend."

"We'll practice soon," she nodded, moving to close the door. But the door was struck, and Caramel held it open with one hoof. Twilight startled, slightly.

"How about now?" He smiled.

The purple pony slumped her shoulders. "It's really late..."

"And I stayed up waiting for you. Can't we at least get a little work done?" He pressed.

"Caramel..."

"C'mon, Twilight! No one knows the material like you do!"

She was never much one for flattery, and hardly knew how to take a compliment, but Caramel's adoration seemed earnest and friendly. It was hard to turn away the colt on her doorstep, so with a soft smile, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting him in.

The door shut behind the two. "We'll have to study in my bedroom," Twilight whispered, "since Spike's asleep." The colt nodded, and together they snuck off to her private room. He watched her silhouetted hips sway as she paced through the darkened library, and a subtle smile crossed his face.

 

"Excuse the mess." Of course, there was no mess. Between Twilight Sparkle's obsessive cleanliness and Spike's constant tidying behind her occasional driven outbursts, the library was almost always immaculate. But her self-consciousness demanded an apology all the same, and she felt some small blush rise to her cheeks as she welcomed the colt into her room, secretly, like they were young lovers sneaking under the noses of worried parents. It felt strangely illicit, and to a straightlaced young filly like Twilight, very out of the ordinary.

Still, she had nothing to hide here, no frilly undergarments left lying about in plain sight (not that she owned any), and her romance novels, all more tepid than torrid, were neatly stacked away on the shelves where they would not stand out. And there were certainly no aids or toys by the side of her neatly-made bed, for she owned nothing of the type. She had lived a sheltered life, an ivory tower intellect, and though she read enough books on more mature subjects, her book-smarts were all she had to go on.

Feeling her mind drifting to these odd subjects, she shook her head reflexively, and let her dark, streaked mane fall behind her as she settled in on the bed. Without asking permission, Caramel climbed up beside her onto the lush bedsheets, its starry decor spread out beneath them. Twilight said nothing at first, but with her magic, floated a book off the nearby shelf and placed it out before them, flipping through to the page she had marked from days before. Caramel, on the other hand, was far more interested in his study partner than his studies, and his lingering eyes continued to fall to Twilight as she lay beside him, both lined up to read from the book.

"Okay," she whispered softly, "now last time, we were talking about the history of Equestrian economics. As you can see from the influence of the Canterlot market..."

 

The lesson began to slowly drag on into the night, and an already tired Twilight Sparkle, worn from her investigation, began to yawn every page or so. It didn't escape Caramel's notice.

"Getting tired, Twilight?" he asked in what certainly seemed a friendly tone.

"Oh," she smiled almost apologetically, "I've just been working on something all night."

She turned her attention back to the book, but Caramel looked at her with interest. "What?"

"Oh, just..." she didn't know how to explain it, or how much she could afford to make known. She hesitated, her weary mind weighing the options.

"Is it about the sex crimes going on?" the brown colt asked, without consideration.

The studious young unicorn tilted her head. "How do you know about that?"

"Word gets around," he shrugged back. "Real awful stuff, isn't it?" He looked so sympathetic, so concerned.

"Yes," she said quietly. "It is awful."

Her mind began to wander again, perhaps spurred on by the secretive situation she found herself in. It was in no way seedy, and yet it felt strangely intimate. It had only just dawned on her that she was lying in bed beside a boy, and the conversation was again shifting to a topic Twilight had already had her imagination run away with. She would have felt concern, except for the colt's identity. Caramel never seemed very interested in romantic pursuits, and in the few months that she'd known him he'd never had a girlfriend or conquest to speak of. He remained a perfect platonic friend, always earnest and interested, but never pushy. He was, in a word, nonthreatening. It made her feel a little better, with all the fears that had been circling her head.

 

"Plus," he shrugged, speaking quietly, "you must be afraid."

Twilight snapped back to reality once more, glancing over the book's musty pages to Caramel. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"

"Well... I mean, with everything that's going on..."

The unicorn hesitated, once again considering the possibility, but refusing to admit it. "Come on, Caramel. You don't think I'm in danger, do you?"

He shrugged again, letting his eyes go back to the book, speaking so casually he seemed disinterested. "A pretty pony like you turns heads all the time. If there's a creep out there, I just hope he doesn't set his eyes on you."

It was rather a tasteless thing to bring up, but Twilight found herself blushing, and more than a bit worried at the suggestion. It only helped confirm her fears. Uncomfortably, the unicorn began to shift on the bed. "If it came to that," the young bookworm said, trying to hold her chin up, "I'd just have to defend myself."

"Do you know anything about self defense?" The brown-coated colt asked, barely bothering to look up.

"Well... I know OF it." Twilight explained, trying to sound confident. "Besides, I have my magic to protect me. If it came to that."

"That can be a tricky thing." Caramel murmured, flipping to the next page.

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing. I was just worried about you. Forget it," he waved, passively, "I'm sure you'd be fine."

"I would!" Twilight insisted, stamping one hoof at the bedsheets. She caught herself, quickly, and covered her mouth on realizing Spike was still sleeping at this late hour. She felt foolish.

 

"If you're so sure of yourself," Caramel began, slowly closing the book on its mark, "show me what you've got."

"What? Caramel, I could never fight you."

"I'm not asking for a fight," the colt said, brushing his long brown mane away from his eyes. "I just want you to practice."

"I'd hurt you." She said, lowering her head and slouching her shoulders. She knew her magic was powerful enough to cause trouble.

"Tell you what: If things get too rough, either of us can just say stop, and then we'll stop. Right away. It's real simple. It can be our safe word." The connotation went over Twilight's head, but it seemed reasonable. Still, she didn't want to show off needlessly, even if it meant proving her point, and the whole concept of this confrontation Caramel was setting up made her uneasy.

Caramel smiled, sitting up. "Come on, just think of it as a game."

Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes a little. It was clear he wasn't going to drop the subject, so she might as well go ahead with it. "All right," the purple unicorn pony said, moving to stand off the bed, "but be careful I don't hurt you."

Suddenly she felt hooves on her hips, and before she could stand off the bed, she was dragged back and pushed onto her back on the silky sheets. The move caught her off-guard, and the young brown colt quickly moved up alongside her, shifting to put his weight into his movements. She didn't think he was going to start right here on the bed, but at least it meant less chance of injury. "Come on. Pretend I'm assaulting you," he smiled, perhaps too enthusiastically, "and try to get me off."

 

Twilight Sparkle had never wrestled anyone before. For most of her life she was merely an egghead, a shut-in, and she didn't have much physical power to rely on. So when Caramel started to move over her, pinning her shoulders down with his front hooves, she focused on her inner strength instead. Her horn began to glow, her magical powers coalescing around it.

A hoof moved down her side, tracing over her hips. It made her jump slightly, and she looked up to Caramel to see the young colt smiling broadly. The magical glow dissipated, and Twilight gasped. The colt's hoof moved down to her leg, and beneath a hot blush, she tried to focus again. Once more her horn began to glow, and a telekinetic field grew around Caramel.

He pushed at her thigh, and spread her legs just a bit there on the bed. Instantly the field disappeared, and Twilight instinctively pulled back from his touch. He pressed on, encouraged by the reaction, forcing her hind legs apart even more. He was stronger than she had suspected - or perhaps she was simply weaker than she realized. She tried to focus, to channel her magic again, but the eager colt knelt down over her, nuzzling over her shoulder, breathing hotly on her neck. He pressed his body close to hers, and she felt his hind leg plant between her thighs, keeping her spread there, on her back. Tussled among the dark, starry sheets, he climbed on top of her, kissing rudely at her neck. His long brown mane fell across her face as he leaned forward, nibbled at her ear. He was playing the part rather well. Too well.

Twilight was panicking. She squirmed helplessly underneath the colt who was no larger than she, and he moved his hooves across her bare body, feeling along her curves, groaning lustily in her ear. She tried to focus. She couldn't. His touch moved up her leg, closer and closer. Too much was going on. She couldn't concentrate. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her blush rose, hotter, redder. He moved across her thighs now. Closer. Over her inner thighs. She was frantic.

"Caramel, stop it!" she yelped.

 

Instantly, he was off of her.

 

She found herself lying on her back there on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Caramel sat beside her on the ruffled sheets, looking at her with a cocky smile as her chest rose and fell. He'd moved to a much more respectful distance.

"See, I told you. You aren't ready. Even with your magic, you have to be careful."

Twilight looked at him for a long time. She wore a stunned expression. Everything that had just happened swam around in her heady thoughts, and her heart was pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. For a moment she had been truly afraid, all but forgetting where she was. The safety of her own room. And not with a rapist. A friend. Finally, she sighed, going flat on the bedsheets and wiping her forehead. "You kind of scared me," she admitted, sheepish. "For a second, it almost seemed like... I mean, your eyes were..." she glanced to him, and he had that same wide smile. He raised a brow suggestively, and she just trailed off.

 

She sat up a little, looking at the young colt, and that strange expression.

He just grinned at her.

 

"You liked that, didn't you?" he finally asked, in a tone that sounded like it didn't even need an answer.

"What are you talking about?" she deflected.

"Look at you," Caramel smiled, scooting closer to her. She retreated slightly in response. "You're blushing like a school-filly. And you're sweating."

"...I was exerting myself, so of course I'm flushed."

"Don't lie." He whispered, edging even closer over the sheets. Twilight glanced about, uncomfortably, subconsciously looking for Spike. "You liked it. You wanted it."

Twilight turned redder than ever. Her heart beat faster, her hooves traced nervously over the bedspread, and her tail flicked from one side to the other, unconsciously. She felt hot all over. In some places more than others. "I don't want to be raped." She said firmly, though her eyes were locked on the sheets, instead of the colt.

"Of course you don't," Caramel agreed, putting his hoof near hers. "But you liked the feeling... and if you could enjoy it, safely, without any real danger, with someone you could trust..."

Caramel put his hoof on hers, firmly now. He leaned in closer, and the two ponies were face to face. Twilight swallowed nervously, feeling sweat starting to form on her forehead again. Even the naive unicorn knew what he was getting at. Between shallow breaths, she said, "Caramel, I... I just don't feel that way about you. I'm sorry."

 

He didn't seem hurt. In fact, he just smiled. "But you know you can trust me. You know it's safe. And you know you want more." He leaned forward, rubbed against her neck. Twilight shivered. "You've never had it before, have you?"

"Caramel," she said softly, almost whispering, "I don't -- we shouldn't."

"Yes we should," he grinned back, getting even closer. He was pressing against her now, easing her onto her back again. She didn't resist, her body moving along with his guiding motions. Her expression was one of heady confusion, and of reluctant, flushed excitement. She'd never felt like this before. The unicorn pony instinctively pushed the sheets away, feeling sweltering hot as it was. Caramel just smiled, moving around and straddling the purple filly.

"We've done enough studying. Let's have some fun." He smiled, nipping at her neck.

She knew she should stop him here. She knew it was a bad idea. She had never even thought of him this way. But her thoughts were so clouded by excitement. Her head felt heavy. Her mind was in a soupy fog and she could barely hear anything over her racing heartbeat. Her hips seemed to quiver, her tail twitched. She couldn't lie still. She wanted to say no. But she just couldn't.

The unicorn pony bit her lip and let him continue. He kissed down her neck, and down onto her chest. She said nothing. He traced his mouth over her, casting hot breath across her reclining figure, and his hooves moved over her curves. She was tense, but every touch relaxed her more. Hesitantly, she sat up just enough to kiss Caramel's ear. Spurred on, he moaned against her chest, pulled up, and pressed himself closer against her.

 

Twilight Sparkle lay back, staring into the darkness above her. Heat rose off her body, a palpable wave. Her tutoring student was on top of her, chest to sweaty chest, kissing up and down her neck. In a way, it seemed so unreal. She'd thought about this sort of thing often. Daydreams had a way of drifting to boys, especially after an afternoon's study was occasionally seasoned with some trashy bodice-ripper story or pulp novel. But nothing she'd read had really given her a taste of the actual experience. It was like she had always imagined, only much, much moreso.

 

They'd never mentioned the heat. She felt hot enough to go jump in a lake. But she couldn't move from her spot there on the bed, pinned beneath the eager young colt. But for all the heat, she was frozen in place, barely able to even glance down and watch Caramel's swishing mane as he worked his mouth across her body. He bit playfully, gently, and she inhaled sharply, drawing in hot air.

Twilight reached up weakly and draped her front hooves around Caramel's shoulders, encouraging him on in spite of herself. She hadn't expected this at all. Especially not from him. And she knew, not that deep down, that she shouldn't be doing this. But wrapped up together like that, the sensation drove her on. She wanted to explore it, at least a little longer.

 

A strange sensation made her startle, and she looked down to see the eager young colt nosing down between her legs. She felt his warm breath against her inner thighs. So warm, so intimate. Her eyes closed heavily, and she moaned as quietly as she could. It was surreal. Unbelievable. But this was really happening, she thought. She couldn't think of much else. She didn't consider what it might lead to, or what would come next. All common sense went out the window. All she could think about was his body against hers.

He went lower, deeper. She gasped, and sat up to see, propped up on her arms. "Caramel-!" she said, weakly.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He was. He kissed her softly, where she'd never been kissed before. She felt like melting back onto the bed. Enveloped by the heat, shuddering from the overwhelming and sexual sensation. He stuck out his tongue, licking gently up and down her lips, and she collapsed backwards with a shaky moan. It felt so dirty. Nothing like this was in any of her books. But it made her head swim. Her vision started to creep in at the edges. She couldn't quite focus her eyes. She was lost, awash in a sea of pleasures she had only dreamed about. The colt pinned her firmly about her hips and pressed in more insistently, licking up and down her cute little slit, kissing, teasing. He pushed his tongue forward, parting her lips, tasting her intimately. She was sweet, clean, fresh. She moaned again, and instinctively spread her legs out wider for him. "Y-yes," she urged, panting desperately.

 

The sensation was new, but the feelings it invoked were familiar. Her heart quickened, and her legs tensed. The bookish pony let out a shameless moan and arched her back up off the bed, as waves of pleasure washed over her, breaking and rolling back, in a tide of wild heat. "I'm close," she breathed out, weakly. "Caramel, yes. I'm so close."

He moved his tongue in deeper, wet and warm, and she tensed up. Her mind nearly blanked. There was just him, and her, and the bed. The rest of the world just fell away. He flicked his tongue across her clit and she nearly bucked him. Her legs twitching reflexively, then her eyes snapped wide open. She shook all over, and the most powerful orgasm of her life all but exploded inside her. She stayed like that, tensed and raised, damp with perspiration and quivering from excitement, until at last it passed and she collapses with a heavily, spent sigh back onto the bed.

 

Caramel moved up, quickly. The brown colt planted his hooves on either side of her shoulders, leaving them face to face. He shifted atop her, moving her legs with his knees, spreading her out on her own messy bed. Twilight was panting, and a creeping sense of apprehension started to come over her. But she couldn't put her hoof on it exactly, until she felt something hard and hot and slick press against her belly. She looked down between their sweating bodies, where Caramel's anxious cock was poised eagerly. It was pointed right at her. She gulped in trepidation. She knew they were supposed to be hard like this. It was one of the facts her clinical books had prepared her for well. But she hadn't expected it to be wet already. The whole underside was slick as it stroked lustily against her. It was strange and incredible, and for as dirty and even gross as it seemed to her, she wanted to explore that huge, throbbing thing.

In truth, the young colt wasn't particularly well-hung, perhaps even a little below average, but Twilight had only seen diagrams in books. She hadn't considered the scale, and seeing it like this, in person, stroking back and forth against her belly, it was certainly larger than she'd anticipated.

"I... didn't realize they were so big," she whispered, merely thinking out loud. Her face had turned a deep shade of red.

Caramel grinned in response, nipping at her neck. He clearly appreciated the comment, but Twilight hadn't meant it as a compliment. He shifted above the purple pony, and pressed his body to hers. She was just getting worried.

 

Her mind was lingering on that intimidating sight, rolling over and over the idea of that perfect symbol of maleness that lingered so close to her, when suddenly she felt it begin to poke between her legs like a curious thing. She felt the end of it, hot and slick, nudging against her thighs, stroking up towards her most sensitive little spot. With her legs spread out like this, she was totally accessible to the young brown colt that had her pinned here, on her own bed. When she felt his cock stroke against her soft lips, she froze. Twilight didn't even fidget, just stared wide-eyed at Caramel as the realization of her situation dawned on her more fully.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, still mostly out of breath.

"Relax," he whispered back, kissing along her neck, "You'll love it."

"Caramel, wait," she insisted. "I... don't want to go all the way. Not yet, this is too fast."

"Come on," he smiled, still kissing. He moved up, nipping at her ear, which caused her to shiver. "I'll be gentle."

"We-... Caramel, we just started," Twilight whispered back. She didn't want to bring him down too hard, but they'd never even interacted on a romantic level before, and now he was pressing for sex.

"You already got to cum," he breathed in her ear, his blunt language making the unicorn blush all the more. "I'm still all turned on."

She couldn't deny that, and she didn't want to seem selfish. She did get to finish, and it was fantastic. Her mind went over the idea a bit, still cloudy from heady excitement, still distracted by the electric sensations of hot breath and sweaty bodies. "I could use my hooves," the bookish little filly offered as suggestively as she could. Stallions did that, right? She knew they used their mouths sometimes too, but that just seemed so gross. Then again, he used his mouth on her just now, so maybe it would be a fair trade.

She lay there, staring up at the ceiling through the dim light of her bedroom, the silence of the library hanging all around her, broken only by the sounds of Caramel's ragged exhalations in her ear, and the pounding of her own heart. Her arms were around Caramel, draped over his back. He was slick with hot sweat, as excited as she was. It felt good. She wanted to stay like this for a while, just like this.

He didn't say anything back. Maybe he was considering her offer.

 

Then she felt him poking between her legs again. He drew his hips back, a little awkwardly, to line himself up right. His slick, eager shaft slipped up between her thighs and its slippery underside stroked against her bare pussy, sliding wetly, lewdly against it. Twilight jerked her hips back instinctively, away from the colt's insistent cock. He parted her tender lips around the tip and she planted her hooves on his chest, pushing him back a little.

"Caramel, I said no!" She whispered more firmly.

"Come on," he moaned, not bothering to even slow down. Twilight pushed on his shoulders and looked down between them, watching Caramel's intimidating cock sliding against her, firmly, anxiously pressing against her tight entrance. Her mind raced and her eyes widened, in awe and fear at the sight she had never expected to see tonight. As he built up the pressure, trying to ease inside of the tight little filly, she felt him throb and twitch against her most sensitive spot. Waves of heat washed over her, and her apprehension and fear were met with a rush of excitement. Her heart fluttered, racing. She kept her hooves planted on his shoulders, kept her hips back as far as she could scoot them in this awkward position as she eyed the thick cock poised at her entrance like some monstrous invader.

But part of her just wanted to see it go in.

"Caramel...!" was all she could groan. Her mouth was unable to form a proper objection beyond that, and her mind was barely able to keep up.

"Ahh, Twilight..." he moaned in her ear, shuddering. Finally, the slick tip pushed inside, and all at once several inches of the colt's aching cock slammed inside the bookish young pony's tight little hole.

 

Her body reacted reflexively, and her mind practically shut down. Her arms went back around Caramel's shoulders, and even though she had protested, the sudden feeling of penetration sent such shudders through her all she could do was hold on. She felt the world disappear a little more around her, and all her mind could manage was to struggle to process the reality of it. She was being fucked, she thought. It was inside. That big dick was inside her now. She was having sex. Right here, in her own bed. Her thoughts just ran through these same thoughts over and over, rapid-fire, just repeating the reality, the dirtiness of her situation to herself. But even then, it still felt like a dream. She was shaking, moaning beneath him.

Caramel took her reaction as a sign of encouragement, and so he pushed forward, driving deeper into Twilight's wet little slit. He was dripping with anticipation and excitement, and she was soaking wet inside. He'd brought some lube along, just in case, in his book bag. But he didn't need it. She felt perfect. He forced his stiff, twitching cock in deeper. There was no resistance, but she was so tight, it was still slow going. With every inch he gained, he wanted more. He moved his hips back and forth, slowly at first, making short and clumsy thrusts, but each time going deeper and deeper. Twilight couldn't take it. She rolled her head from side to side on the bed, tugged at Caramel's back with her arms and pulled his face in close to hers. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in the pleasure of it. All her private studies hadn't prepared her for it. Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny voice shouted at her, told her she shouldn't be doing this. But it was too late. Caramel had taken her to the hilt, burying every inch of his

cock in the pinned purple pony, and it filled her so deeply her mind could barely even hold itself together.

 

Twilight lay there for a while, her mind a haze, her senses flooded by the wild heat of penetration. Her eyes were unfocused, half lidded as she stared at the colt mounting her. She moaned with every thrust, but her own voice was so distant she could barely hear it. The world had sort of faded away. Her own heartbeat was all that held it together. She wanted to sit up and look down, to really experience this fully, to watch that slick, shiny cock pounding in and out of her tiny little pussy. She wanted to see how it fit. She wanted to watch that shaft disappear inside of her, her eyes taking it in the way her body felt every inch. He bucked unevenly, impatiently, rudely, and she could feel his balls slapping against her raised little ass as he drove all the way into her with every thrust. She wanted to see it. But it was too much. She couldn't sit up. She couldn't even tell him to stop. By now, she was too far gone. She wouldn't tell him to even if she could. Time melted away.

 

It felt like forever, lost in an endless sea of animalistic passion. But it had only been a few minutes.

Twilight was vaguely aware of someone talking. It was hazy. She had to put all of her waning energy into it, just to try and make it out. More cloudy words. "What?" she murmured, almost sleepily.

"I'm coming," he whispered hotly in her ear, hissing between his teeth.

That brought her back.

 

The cloudiness cleared fast. "What?!" she demanded, awkwardly pushing herself up on the bed, still reclining but now sitting up a bit. Despite her obvious concern, Caramel didn't stop. Didn't lose pace or even slow down. She glanced down, her eyes quickly regaining their clarity. The sight was even more obscene than she'd ever imagined. His dark, veiny, slick, gross-looking cock was slamming in and out of her, wetly. The sound of his hips pounding against hers was loud and lewd. His heavy, hanging balls swayed and slapped against her ass. It was filthy, pornographic. Everything was slick and shiny and wet. She felt disgusted, and aroused in spite of herself. The heat between them was almost unbearable. The colt's movements were eager but unsure. Twilight's arms were weak, shaking beneath her as the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so deep and so fast threatened to knock her senseless again.

"Caramel, DON'T." she insisted, giving him a very serious stare. Her face was pressed to his.

"I--I'm about to..." he moaned, shaking, shuddering atop her.

"Pull out!" she screamed, shoving one hoof against his chest to push him back. "You better not get me pregnant!" Her heart raced even faster, pleasure starting to give way to panic.

"Aa... aahh!" the colt moaned loudly in her ear, in a more urgent tone than ever. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. He'd gone over the edge. Even she could tell.

 

Caramel bucked his hips back smoothly, and in one long stroke pulled all the way out. Twilight arched her back and gasped breathlessly, the sudden sensation overwhelming her. She dropped her hooves to her sides, pulling at the ruffled bedsheets. His slick, shiny cock twitched, standing free, pointing right at the purple filly.

She couldn't focus on anything. She heard the colt moaning over her. Felt his twitching, pulsing shaft tapping against her belly. But she barely even registered the strange, warm feeling across her stomach and chest until she suddenly felt something hit her in the face. She winced as if struck, and lay back flat on the bed, looking down over herself. Gooey streaks of thick, white fluid covered her nude form. A thick strand had been shot across her face, and she reached up uneasily to touch it, drawing a drippy white string between her cheek and her hoof. It was gross. It smelled musky, it felt warm and gooey. She quickly wiped it off on her coat.

Though Twilight's mind was still reeling, she manages to sit up a little, to try and take in her situation. For an encounter that started off so passionately, that seemed so intimate and even romantic, it had ended up so pornographic, so debased. Caramel climbed off of her, his wilting cock dripping over Twilight's starry bedsheets. They were both soaked in perspiration, and the thick smell of sex and sweat hung in the air, filling the room. The colt sat nearby, back to her, wiping himself off with her sheets. Twilight lay there unattended, flat on her back. Her dark purple mane was mussed, her body was coated with thick white spatters, and a thick, stringy strand of the stuff hung from her face. The passion was gone. She felt somehow ashamed at what she'd done. The blushing unicorn just shrank against her bed, wishing she could just disappear.

Caramel finally finished up and turned around, sitting near her, but not touching her. She didn't look at him. She could barely believe she'd really done that. She was sore, and tired.

"That was great," he smiled.

Twilight hesitantly turned her head, looking towards him. She just stared at his chest. "...does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now?" she asked, uncertain.

"Well, I don't know about that," Caramel shrugged. "But I'd definitely like to do that again."

Twilight hesitated. There was no warmth to any of it, not anymore. She had seen herself lying close with a stallion after the fact, wrapped lovingly in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. But she just felt used, degraded. This wasn't how she pictured her first time.

"Maybe you should get on the pill, so next time I can cum inside you," he grinned, leaning back closer to her. She forced an uncomfortable smile. "I bet you'd like that." Caramel whispered.

"Maybe," she muttered back.

 

She turned away a little, and then the colt leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. It caught her off guard. She looked back to him, wiping her cheek with one hoof, and he was smiling gently down at her. There was a softness in his face, like she hadn't seen all night. "Thank you, Twilight. I've... never done that before. I'm glad you were my first." He turned a little red, rubbing the back of his head. She stared for a moment. She hadn't considered that as a possibility. She didn't think perhaps he was a virgin too. He seemed so sure. But now he wore that vulnerable look once more, that meek expression.

Twilight turned red, and without even thinking, put her arms around his shoulders. She smiled in earnest, in spite of everything, and he kissed her again.

Maybe it hadn't been ALL bad. She would just have to figure it all out.

 

Rarity yawned silently in the darkness of night outside the window. She tucked away her notebook and arose, stretching. It was time she got some sleep, too. It was far too late for her to be staying up. But these were just the kind of sacrifices she had to make for her friends.