"how did things turn out like this"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Sunday 19th of April 2015 12:48:27 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:10:20 AM UTC


i totes know about seks i put a lot of my penis into the

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vergebos

>You gently knock the wooden door.
>Receiving no answer, you knock harder- repeating this act until you were practically banging the poor thing.
>Only after some number of assaults upon the hard surface Twilight finally responds.
>The door opens slightly, creating a small slit for Twilight to peek through.
>”I-I don’t think today is a good idea for researching the love potion, Anon.” Twilight whispers, as if she was clenching something back.
>You briefly wonder if that’s the side effects of the powdered emotion pack the two of you had conceived yesterday- some amount of constipation.
“Nonsense!” You quickly retort as you push through the door, finding some resistance from the tiny pony.
>The door practically drags across the floor with Twilight, the weakened passenger on this unwanted progress.
>Twilight hopelessly slumps to the floor, forcing you to carry her to the library basement.
>The lower floor is littered with what looks like something out of a garbage collecting advert.
>Scrawls of formulae and equations are laid out across the blackboards that line one wall, just one attempt of your understanding of love potions.
>You try to figure which method to try out today, and notice that Twilight had managed to get back on her feet.
>She seems to be shaking badly, and has her hindlegs crossed.
“You need the potty or something?” You ask, finally feeling a slight tinge of worry for your work partner.
>However, the thought is immediately lost as you remember your latest breakthrough.
>The pheromone potion.
>If certain animals draw out social cues from olfactory senses, perhaps it could be applied to ponies.
>”The pheromone cocktail?” Twilight asks- who seems to have gotten a hold of herself.
>Maybe she finally had her trip to the bathroom.
“Might as well.” You say, taking a small swig of the viscous liquid.
>It feels like cold snot running down your throat.
>It is not the most pleasant thing you have swallowed, but you paid no mind to such details.
>”Anything?” Twilight asks as she begins to perk up.
>Twilight quickly brings out a blank sheet for her notes, a pen ready on her side.
>Your body feel hotter than before, as if you just had a light jog.
>Some amount of heat begins to rise over your back, then to the base of your head.
>You describe your sensation as best as you could, looking straight ahead.
“What is in this stuff anyway?” You finally ask- something that probably should have been brought up much sooner.
>Twilight bring over a long script, and begins to narrate its contents.
>As Twilight drones on, you notice a light musk in the air.
>You sniff and turn to figure out the source of this odd but interesting scent.
>Your sight finally rests on your little partner, still going on about the contents.
>”… Now here it says newt toes, but I’m sure you could get it mixed with the toes of…”
>You begin to make your way towards her, as if you were in a strange daze.
>Your hands part the papers, only to have Twilight simply follow it with her gaze.
>Absorbed on her notes on the ingredients, Twilight does not even notice your fingers slowly heading south.
>What Twilight does notice- is your hands grasping her tightly crossed legs.
>”Anon-“ She opens her mouth to protest, only to stop herself with a scream as you force her legs open.
>You see the underbelly of the pony, noticing her fleshy lower entry dripping with liquid.
>Still holding her apart, you move your torso closer- as Twilight tries to stop your advance with her front legs.
>You feel the limb push against your chest, but you pay no mind to it.
>You were more concerned with one of your hand- letting the leg free- nearing your point of interest.
>Twilight shrieks once more as your fingertips brush against the slit, afraid of what you’re planning to do.
>She calls out your name to beg- but is once more cut short as your fingers enter her body.
>Her insides gently parts as you explore this creature, only to stop as you realize there was a better instrument for this kind of activity.
>You withdraw immediately, and reach for your own clothes.
>Twilight seemed confused at your sudden retreat, but she quickly caught up to your intent.
>”Anon, stop! I’m having this monthly period where all mares have the urge to-“
>Ignoring her comments, you begin to poke into her body.
>Twilight loses her strength and begins to yell once more- her desperate explanation caught up between her confused moans.
>Her inner walls brush against your rather sensitive head, prompting a numbing sensation.
>The wet, slippery environment of her insides part easily for you- almost as if she wanted you to reach the deepest parts of her body.
>You also feel a certain amount of force pressing against you at the same time, only enhancing the pleasure you felt from her body.
>You try to start rhythmic thrusts against her body, scraping the back of your phallic head against her internal walls.
>Twilight’s attempts at communication falter even more, as even she begins to feel it.
>The legs that tried to push away were now over your shoulder, her body clinging to yours like a drowning man would to any object.
>The sensation grows stronger each thrust, encouraging you to seek more of it.
>Your movement grows faster and stronger, your find yourself slamming your body against her’s.
>Twilight’s legs are tightly around you now, her futile attempt of locking you out with her thighs only keeping you deeper inside of her.
>”No! Sto- Stop! I feel like- I’m gonna- OH GOD ITS COMING ANON NO-“ Twilight continues to scream out gibberish.
>However, you also feel something coming along. 
>From the base of your groin up your genital, you feel something moving through you- and going straight into her.
>A primal urge tries to convince you to let it out, an urge to impregnate this odd and loud creature.
>As your mind becomes more and more clouded by this thought, you only find yourself becoming more and more excited.
>Twilight lets out one final shriek as she clutches onto you like you owed her money.
>You feels a torrent of warm liquid gush out of her deeper reaches, drenching your legs and pants.
>You also let loose, finally freeing what was trying to worm itself out of you for a while now.
>Twilight’s voice slowly devolves to mindless gasping as your very own seed fills her lower body.
>Her ragged breaths brushes past your ear, as Twilight finally finds a moment to regain her composure.
>Unknown to her, you weren’t feeling quite done yet.
>Another round of silent begging fills the basement as you begin to mobilize your body once more- and then more shrieks escaped the tree library.

>Weeks after the incident, you receive a summons to the local hospital.
>You hope it’s not some unmentioned bill for your broken ribs from last week.
>Anything short of a caesarian is not enough to grab your precious money.