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