>Ponyville Library
>It's not long after dusk
>You find yourself sitting in the foyer, absorbed in a good book
>That's one of the reasons why you got along with Twilight so well: you both loved exploring the vast world of literature
>You liked fiction a bit more than she did, though
>She often said she didn't see why authors put so much time into making things up
>You're pretty sure she just didn't understand it
>The discussion had come up more than once in the three months you'd been living with her
>Unexpectedly torn from your own world, the library—and eventually Twilight—were the only things you took solace in
>Books were really the only things that made sense to you, at least in the beginning
>You and Twilight had grown close over the months, sharing secrets
>sharing hobbies
>spending time together
>She'd even expressed interest in... 'experimentation' as she called it
>But you weren't sure
 
 
 
 
>She's a pony, you're a human
>I just doesn't make sense
>She'd become a little more blunt in the recent days
>Apparently, she was in heat
>You sort of wanted to help her out, but you couldn't quite look past the cross-species thing
>Your concentration wanders from the book
>This specific subject had the tendency to cause a lot of internal conflict
>You lie back in your chair and sigh, wondering what Twilight was up to
>Wondering if she held it against you
>It must be rough going through estrus without some kind of release
>You close your eyes a moment before you pick your book back up
>You're about to continue reading when you hear a familiar jingle
>Somepony is using magic
 
 
 
 
>You're a little curious, but not enough to put your book down
>At least until you realize there's a familiar violet glow coming from your crotch
>Your eyes widen and you sit up straight, putting the book aside
>You're about to yell 'what the hell' when you're suddenly attacked by sensations
>It feels like... hands?
>What the hell is Twilight—
>Oh god that feels GOOD
>It's like invisible hands are slowly, gently stroking your member
>Where the hell did she learn to do this?
>You start looking around for Twilight, but she's not in the room
>She must have been sick of waiting around for you to make up your mind about her
>Either that or estrus had finally driven her mad
>You start standing up to go find her, but as soon as your ass leaves the chair, the magic goes into overdrive
>The invisible hands start massaging you quicker
>They drag you back down into your seat
 
 
 
 
>The pleasure is mind-boggling
>You're stuck between wondering how Twilight learned to turn a man on like this
>and absorbing the incredible feelings her magic is causing down there
>You soon realize your dick is trying very hard to stiffen, but is having a difficult time doing so with your pants and boxers still on
>You reach down to give your boner some breathing room
>But as soon as your hands get near your crotch, they're enveloped by the same colored glow as your nethers and thrust away
>Holy shit
>Twilight isn't messing around
"Damnit!"
>You're surprised by your own words
>You almost expect it to make Twilight slow down or give up
>Either she didn't hear you, or didn't care
>The invisible hands move faster, yet somehow more delicately
>Like they know your member's having trouble in the confined space
>Kinky unicorn
 
 
 
 
>You've decided to lay back and enjoy the sensations
>Every inch of your dick is given special attention
>Gentle touches go from the tip to the base of your shaft and back
>Again and again
>Waves of pleasure flow into you
>Hanjobs weren't really your thing, but this is a totally different experience
>Soon you realize you can't take much more of this
>And your member is still trapped in your boxers
>While the feeling is great, you also like clean clothes, especially given how few sets you have
>If she would just...
>You reach for your zipper again, and again your hands are tossed away
>More viciously this time
>Attempting to interfere has its consequences
>The number of stimulations you're being assulted with has increased
>You've lost count of how many magical hands are caressing you
 
 
 
 
>You won't last much longer
"Twilight, if you're trying to prove a point, you've succeeded."
>FOr just one moment, you have a reprieve...
>And then it all comes back, just as powerful as before.
>This is ridiculous
>Rapturous, but still ridiculous
>You don't want to stop Twilight, you want to return the favor
>But you need to find her first
>You brace yourself on the arms of the chair and attempt to stand up
>Twilight's having none of that bullshit
>You get blasted back by a magic push right into your chair
>She's a serious fuckin dom
>The hands continue their expert work
"Twilight, I'm gonna—"
>Suddenly, everything stops
>Holy fuck, what a tease
 
 
 
 
>Your dick is begging for release
>You're begging for satisfaction
>But Twilight has stopped the magical handjob (jobs?) and you have no idea where she is
>A break is needed, so you just hang out in the chair
>Panting
>Waiting
>Hoping Twilight starts doing... whatever it was again
>After a couple minutes, you figure she's stopped for good
>That shit won't fly
>You're able to stand up out of the chair now
>First place you decide to look is her bedroom
>You make your way over to the stairs, and just as you start up them, the jingle of a horn casting magic fills your ears again
>This time, your pants and your boxers are glowing
>Twilight drags them to your knees
"What the—"
>You're excited, but also confused
>And a tad nervous
>Twilight's actions have been completely out-of-character, and you have no idea what's going to happen next
>Your curiosity is soon satiated as your member starts glowing again
>It's not hands this time
>It's a mouth
 
 
 
 
>Once again, you're completely baffled by Twilight's knowledge and skill
>Either she has some serious experience, or found one hell of a book on fellatio
>It's the real deal: saliva, lips, hot breath, suction, everything
>How is this shit even possible
>Doesn't really matter, cause you're on the receiving end of the most intense blowjob you've ever experienced
>It has frozen you in your tracks
>Soft lips move painfully slow on your shaft
>Up and down
>A wicked tongue coils around you, squeezes, and uncoils, leaving immense pleasure in its wake
>Then does it again
>Your eyes are bulging, your breath is hot and heavy
>Pretty much panting
>Your legs threaten to give out from underneath you
>But you sharpen your resolve
>You want to see Twilight lying on the ground,
>Staring at you with eyes full of lust,
>Moaning in pleasure as you slam into her over and over
 
 
 
 
>The mental picture gives you the strength to take another step closer to her bedroom
>Then another, and another
>You're getting pretty close
>While the ethereal blowjob is indescribably powerful and could finish you off any other day
>Today you're determined
>But you know you can't do shit until your find her
>You know you're a slave to her pleasures
>You know you have to take whatever she can dish out
>She knows this too
>And she's determined
>The invisible mouth disappears from your member, and for just a moment you think Twilight has given up
>But that thought is dashed
>When the invisible mouth is replaced with two
 
 
 
 
>You almost faint then and there
>The amount of pleasure is impossible
>Two sets of lips, two tongues, two marvelous, simultaneous blowjobs
>At first, they work in tandem, moving up and down at the same rate, combining their intense ministrations
>But then they shift gears; one is at the tip while the other is at the base
>They still move at the same speed, but at opposite ends, ensuring you're always at peak sensitivity
>Once Twilight gets bored with that, she moves them at different rates
>One is swallowing and then releasing your dick furiously fast
>The other goes excruciatingly slow
>You couldn't even get this back on Earth
>The thought drives you even wilder with lust
>You're desperate to get to Twilight, but your legs won't listen
>Your brain is overloaded with rapture
>Time's pretty much up, too
>You can't take any more
>You let out a long, deep moan
>And Twilight once again removes all magic from you
 
 
 
 
"FUCK!"
>You scream
>There is no FUCKING way Twilight is going to pull that bullshit again
>You're about to charge her bedroom door when you quite abruptly realize she wasn't done with you
>She was just turning things up a notch
>The hands come back, but you don't really notice
>The mouth comes back as well, but that doesn't really concern you
>Because on top of that, Twilight has enveloped your dick with an invisible pussy
>Holy
>Fucking
>Shit
>Your hips immediately respond by thrusting against the air
>And it's not like you're thrusting into nothing, there's actual resistance there
>The combination of all Twilight's magical ravishings forces you to your knees
>Your mind is blank, consumed by total ecstasy
>You can't think
>You can't move
>You can't feel anything outside of your manhood
>It's your whole world right now, and you wouldn't change it for anything
>In reality, you're only able to last several seconds under the onslaught
>But it feels like hours
>Best hours of your life
 
 
 
 
>A few minutes later, you're finally recovering from... whatever it is Twilight just did
>Thoughts can actually get through your head now
>And the first one is about finding that crazy, horny, unicorn dom
>You stagger to your feet and shake your head, steadying yourself
>Then you hurry up the rest of the stairs to Twilight's bedroom door
>Screw knocking
>While you're opening the door, you hear a gasp
>You see a flash of light
>You rush into her room
>Your gaze darts back and forth, trying to find her
>There's a strong smell pervading the room
>The smell of Twilight's musk
>You can't seem to find her, though
>The room seems empty
>You notice the windows to her balcony are open
>Rushing outside, you find the balcony empty as well
>You're about to give up and leave when you notice you have a great view of the foyer from here
>You can see the chair you were in and most of the stairway
>You take a step backwards and hear one of your shoes squeak
>That's odd
>Some light is reflecting off of the floor
>You squat down and touch the wood
>It's wet
 
Fin.