NCN 2017: The Antidote
Twilight is losing her mind over the Ponyville Tradition of The Harvest Discipline, where ponies alike and different spend the whole month restraining from orgasm, and she'll do anything to get relief from the aching in her loins.
 
Twilight stirred and awoke, soaking wet in her bed from another night without relief.
“This is bad” she muttered to herself. She grabbed a spare pillow and smothered her face, screaming into it before throwing it across the room. The sun had even yet to rise.
 
“I can’t do this anymore!” She yelled as she laid up in her bed, looking at her nightstand calendar and ripping the page, revealing the 15th day in the month of Harvest. Her body quaked and shook, every instant she had told her to either take care of it herself, or find one of the many other eager candidates to do it for her. Moisture covered across her vulva and sept through her panties, running halfway down her thighs, and covering a more than noticeable amount of her sheets.
 
Still talking to herself, she uttered, “If I have to do laundry every day I might as well get some use out of these first.”
 
Twilight sat up and grabbed her pillow, placing it between her thighs and collapsing back into her bed. She slowly started to grind against it, being careful not to go too fast or for too long, she had a Ponyville tradition to uphold.
 
She humped until the sun rose, places a finger on her clit and rubbing for just a few moments, just to get a little bit closer, backing off every time she felt her pelvis tingle and shiver.
 
She was just about ready to force herself out of bed…just a few more seconds…Twilight raised her behind and tossed the pillow, “I deserve…just a little touch.” She whimpered
 
She pulled her panties aside, rubbing her soft and bare vulva with the tips of her fingers. She was so close…this stupid tradition didn’t matter, it wouldn’t change anything if she just came once, right? Who would know? She took two fingers, split them, and ran them up and down, across her clitoris, easing off just to give herself a little more time.
 
Everything in her body was telling her to cum, she had no reason not to.
 
She was convinced, she was going to do it.  She took one final breath, inhaling, placing two fingers against her-
 
“Twilight?! Are you up?”
 
Spike opened the door to her bedroom, panicking her, she threw her covers over herself, to no avail of trying to hide her actions.
 
Spike just rolled his eyes.
 
“Spike! Can you ever knock!?”
 
“I did, you need to stop making so much noise when you do that e-ve-ry morning.”
 
Twilight blushed and covered her face with her soaking pillow. “Eww”, she thought to herself.
 
“Go away,” Twilight mumbled, “I’m dying.”
 
“Well I’d hate to tell all of these dignitaries outside your door that,” Spike replied, frustrated.
 
“The what?!” Twilight jumped up, throwing her pillow off her face.
 
“Ha, gotcha.”
 
“AHHHHH!” Twilight yelled as she shot a magical blast at spike, glancing by him.
 
“Geez ok, sorry.”
 
Twilight angrily continued, “How are you not a mess too?! I haven’t seen you complain once this whole month!”
 
“Umm…” Spike blushed.
 
“No… no no no no, what do you know? You haven’t been cheating have you? What is it? Magical amulet? Mind control?”
 
“No, Twilight-“
 
“Drugs?!”
 
“No!” Spike raised his voice to reply, then settled down. “It’s a more… natural remedy, a dragon thing.”
Twilight’s face contorted into a scowl, looking down at the few inches of height between them. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
 
“No no no, Twilight it’s not that simple.”
 
“Oh really? What don’t tell me, it’s a “dragon only thing?”
 
“Well not exactly…”
 
“Then what is it?! I need to know yesterday!”
 
Spike blushed even harder, covering his face with the scroll he was holding. “Okay, okay…but you can’t think I’m weird.”
 
Indignant, Twilight replied, “Weird, why would I- Fine, sure, what is it?”
 
“Uhh…well…There’s a certain dragon bodily fluid that when applied to the skin or genitals…helps…” Spike hid further in his scroll and spoke softer with each pause, “with…libido.”
 
“Like what? Saliva? Tears?!” Twilight was sweating and bouncing her feet back and forth.
 
“No…”
 
“Oh, sweat?!”
 
“Dragons don’t sweat.”
 
“Then what is it Spike!?”
 
He shrunk all the way into his scroll and mumbled.
 
“What was that? Speak up!”
 
He mumbled again, louder.
 
“Spike!”
 
“…Urine.”