=====Flashback Sequence Initiated=====
> You’re back in the cold darkness of your “old world”, one you’ve delved and toyed with for many years, decades; you thought you repressed the memories before of trying to destroy Equestria with magic, but for whatever reason it’s coming back.
> In this realm you did some horrible things, a feeling of hatred still trailing from the thought.
> Why though? It’s absurd, but you feel like you had tried to kill someone here, and perhaps you succeeded; again, you let the trickling magic of time ruin these ancient moments, trying to seek true repentance.
> That memory save; “Tried to destroy Equestria”? Didn’t you ‘beat that’?
> Your greatest foe, despite his triumph, fell by your hand. The world crumpled.
> And so, after going on vacation through your own immersive mentality, you decided to give things a shot of your own.
> Your enemy was likely the protagonist, making you the villain; with this, curiosity caught the better of you-
> Why not see what it was like in his shoes, and take your own path?
> It’s so much more interesting if you try explaining your “abilities” via magic, anyways.
> On the plus side, you won’t have some fool try to thrust a palm through YOUR chest, that poor guy… oh Nayru, the memories are coming back…
> Level 10 High Mystical Spell, Void Element: Memory Purge Style.
> Level 10 High Mystical Spell, Creation Element: …?
> Let’s make an interesting world to live in.
=====End Flashback Sequence=====
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> Applejack: “Holy apples, you can put your tongue THERE?!”
Erhrmph.
> Twi: “Aiyee, guh, An- SWEET CELESTIA.”
> With Twilight in her human form, still completely nude and hanging onto the couch for dear life, you’re now showing the male counterpart to the foreplay from before.
> On your knees and not for praying, your tongue is a snake and it’s a-huntin’ for prey;
> Daresay, the clitoris is a mighty fine target for light nibbling and tasteful sensation.
> You’ve only spent a few seconds on it and Twilight is already clenching her legs over your shoulders and a single hand in your hair, as if she fears that you’ll stop.
> Much to her satisfaction (and perhaps your fear), there’s no way you’re physically able to escape the death grip of her limbs.
> Looking up for just a moment, you spy over the poorly trimmed array of purple hair resting near your nose to witness Twilight’s face;
> If only you had a camera.
> Oh mercy, she’s heaving now in excitement, and her legs press even harder; does she expect your entire head to enter her or something?
> The savory scent of lust is ridiculous as she wiggles in place like a ditzy schoolgirl with a vibrator.
Twhughlm, meht meh gouh.
> Twi: “Anon, keep doing whatever it is you’re doing~!”
> She summons the quill and parchment, firing notes down as fast as her magic can allow- which is quite fast, assuming that her sexual excitement is increasing her magic output.
> Who knows, but it’d be funny if it’s true.
> On the plus side, you think she’s warmed up enough that it’s time you sink a tad lower, as your tongue laps through the now slightly bulging crease, her juices’ essence a taste away.
> You’re not quite sure if she showered, douched, or what, but for a human her vagina looks like a janitor pulled an all-nighter down here; it’s squeaky clean!
> Not that you know or remember anything to compare to, but you’re sure this part is supposed to be at least a little sweaty or something…
> Twilight steals your attention as she magically grapples a book flying off the shelf, swinging to exactly the right page she wanted.
> You can barely make out Applejack from between Twilight’s legs, but you’re half certain that she’s ogling this devious act with highest attention.
> Your thought on the matter is confirmed as you can see a hoof over there moving in repeated motions.
> Twi: “Alright, time to make things more interesting, Anon! FOR SCIENCE!”
> For SCI- wait, what?
> Your hands shoot forward and latch onto her petite breasts, using this as the anchor point to cast the assistance spell.
> Twi: “Awuh~<3! Easy, love, just let me…!”
> You pierce into her mind as she mentally reads out the spell in question.
> Twi: “(Let’s see… Level 6 Low Mystical Spell, Love~ Element: Apple Flavor Style, hehe!)”
> LOLWUTOHOLYSHIT.png
> You freeze mid lick, unable to comprehend the concept; you let your trusty tongue be the judge as you make a round up her slit.
> Yup, eating out Twilight’s vagina is now equal to licking a sensitive apple pie.
> She’s blushing vividly, gasping in trying to resist your barrage of sexual pleasure.
> Twi: “Is this… alright… professor…?”
> Low Mystical Spell, Fucks Given Element: Counting Style
> Current Count: 0
> You give her two thumbs up and dig in like it’s Thanksgiving, sending her waves of ecstasy and you a desert based fulfillment.
> Applejack: “What did yuh do, Twilight?”
> Twi: “I… tch… make it taste… guh… like apples…!”
> Applejack: “Wuh, like APPLES! Hold on dere, lover boy, let me try this!”
> You freeze, almost ready to stick your tongue into Apple Pie Caverns; halting all duties, your turn your head slowly.
THE GIRL IS MINE.
> Applejack: “8-|”
> Twi: “Ehe, sorry Applejack. I can try it on somep0ny else you like though, if you want?”
> Excalibur: “BACK TO WORK, SLAVE.”
> Okay.jpeg
> You dive right back into the metaphorical plethora of muffins with renewed vigor, trying to make sure the posture is correct and the motions are indeed correct.
> Servicing Twilight in such a way isn’t doing any mercy on the ol’ sword below, however, having been slapping at the bottom of the couch in agony.
> Trying to set such innate desires aside, if only for a moment, you venture to finally let your tongue make its way inside.
> Met with wet friction and tightened muscles, you ignore this blockade of Twilight’s anxiety and let your tongue do the battle on its own.
> Twi: “Anon, you’re going too… too fast for me!”
> Tough love baby!
> Transfiguration Element, Level 7: Demon Tongue Style
> This one’s a spell of your own.
> Forced to breathe through your nose, your tongue swells into a monstrous being of its own- the Anti-Excalibur!
> Excalibur: “FOOL! You dare use my great nemesis to pop her-“
> Anti-Excalibur: “AHAHAHAHA!”
> Wait, pop her-?
> Twi: “Anon, what- AHHHHHHH!”
> You forgot, entirely, that Twilight is, or was, a virgin.
> As your tongue gained girth and size, the mass of it tore into the hymen, blood seeping about.
> Now THAT doesn’t taste like apples.
> Applejack shits herself as you remove the monster hanging from your mouth from Twilight’s now bleeding vagina, leaving you with your jaw forcibly open to nearly it’s maximum extent.
> Twi: “Anon?!?”
> Applejack: “WHAT IN THE HAY?!”
MRRGHGOLPLHL!
> You point at her ruptured vagina with panic.
> High Mystical Spell, Time Element:  Restoration Style.
> And just like how it was a few seconds ago, her cherry remains intact once more.
> The desperate cries of pain from Twilight’s mouth dims down to whimpers, as Applejack goes to the bathroom and you cancel out your Tongue Penis spell.
Hey, are you alright?
> SLAP! Right across the face, that’s gonna leave a mark!
> Twi: “You IDIOT! I wasn’t supposed to experience that just yet, what is WRONG with you?!”
I’m sorry, I totally forgot you’re a-
> Twi: “A WHAT, hmmmmmmmm?”
> Is this a touchy subject for her or something?
Virgin.
> Twi: “Pardon? I didn’t hear you quite right, this book is awfully HEAVY.
> You stand up shamelessly, despite being naked, and strike an accusing pose at her.
 You are a VIRGIN!
> You hear Applejack snorting with laughter from the bathroom, and Twilight turns up three shades of red.
> Twi: “I, I-! UGHHHHHH IDIOTTTTTT!”
> And that’s when she grabbed the floating book and swung it.
> You thought she was shooing you away; maybe she was, who knew?
> But she didn’t miss, oh no.
> Excalibur was resting at a smooth seventy five degrees, upright in his glory.
> Being the mighty weapon of the chosen hero he is, he stopped the book as it came crashing down.
> Wait, no, that’s not the best way to describe it; rather than ‘stopped’, it ‘took the blunt of the blow’, and you could feel the blood filled cartilage crush beneath the weight of knowledge.
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> Twilight’s restored vagina was one thing, but your dick is now snapped into two; your eyes are drowned in tears and fright as you conjure as powerful of a rejuvenation spell Equestria can allow.
> It’s now a tinge of purple; you think that’s a bad side.
My… my penis! You broke it!
> Twi: “You destroyed my dreams of a romantic first time! How am I supposed to tell the others that I lost my virginity to a giant writhing TONGUE?!”
> There, the shards of a weeping Excalibur is now restored; perhaps it will reevaluate its life and choose one of celibacy.
> Excalibur: “Fuck that, gimme some of that Purple Pony Poontang!”
> +10 points for originality
Look, it’s just like before, and we can pretend it never happened. Right?
> You both turn to look at Applejack, who is whistling the night away in a different spot; the look on her face is that of one feigning ignorance.
> Twi: “Applejack…”
> Applejack: “Lolwat, I didn’t say nuttin’!”
Shall I bury her in the back?
> Twilight summons a shovel.
> Applejack: “Hehe, awlright, awlright! I get it! Not a word! I probably shouldn’t even be here anyhows… I’mma head to bed now, y’here?”
> She’s a fucking voyeur, you just know it.
> As well dressed as Adam and Eve, the both of you watch her make way to where Trixie slept.
> Trixie…
> Twi: “Hey, why’d your boner deflate?”
> Trixie’s a boner killer apparently, who knew?
Err, whoops, just give me a second…
> You stare at Twilight’s plush white breasts, slightly red from where you grabbed them, before she covers herself in embarrassment.
See? Right back up, just like magic.
> Twi: “You really are a pervert; you know that, right?”
> You make the million-dollar man pose, strutting your hips forward like the badass motherfucker you are.
> Pelvis thrusted, knees slightly bent at the appropriate angle, shoulders elegantly squared, and hands placed self-importantly on both sides of the abdomen.
I like what I see, and I see what I like. Not that I should defend myself from the one who keeps eyeing up my wizard’s wand.
> The both of you change the focus of attention down below, in which Excalibur dances up and down in glee.
> Twi’s face is, unsurprisingly, the hue of being upset.
> Twi: “You idiot, it’s not like I WANT to look at it, but it’s hard not to when you’re waving it around like that!”
> Hip thrusts are a mystical thing, as her eyes follow the tip of your flailing member with mild interest.
You were saying?
> Twi: “Sh… shut up, and just make love to me.”
> Is this really it? The true fine moment of where it begins, the sacred act?
> On your fucking couch?
> Oh hell no, you slip a single finger right into her sweet pot.
> Twi: “Eeep! Anon, what’re you-?”
> And in the next second, the two of you were gone, the power of the spell shaking the house ever so slightly.
> Applejack: “Aww, shucks, right when it was gettin’ good, too!”
> She walks over to the nearby window, opening it.
> After a second of hesitation, Fluttershy flies through with much reluctance.
> Fluttershy: “Oh well… maybe next time we can watch?”
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> Astral cosmos, indefinite darkness yet a forever glow of light.
> After securing both Twilight and your primary functions to living aka oxygen and heat, you have her in your arms as she looks frantically about.
> Twi: “What is Celestia…? Am I dreaming?”
This is the remnants of a magical nebula, particles ever suspended in animation.
> There’s little to grasp at nearby, but the fact there’s an asteroid chilling about 20,000 miles away is something interesting.
> Twi: “This doesn’t even make sense; I can breathe, and I should be frozen over by now… how far from home are we?”
About .23 of a light year.
> That’s about the farthest you can go in a single bound, with one other.
> Overpowered, Mary Sue? Perhaps, but as long as you don’t get into a plot deciding fight, why not?
As for the other issues, I have an air bubble around us constantly teleporting air from home. About ten feet from us, in a spherical formation, I’ve forced the oxygen to a bound position that denies the transfer of heat to the vacuum.
> Twi: “That’s… that’s pretty hot.”
That’s magic, sweetheart, and that’s just one of the few tricks up my sleeve.
> Twi: “But… you’re not wearing anything that constitutes sleeves of any sort!”
Details, who needs them?
> Twi: “But details are what primarily makes the study of anything properly-“
> You embrace her like you never have before, arm in arm as your bodies touch from forehead to toe.
> Twi: “Meh, who needs them… I’m going to have to write a LOT tonight though.”
Make sure I’m the editor.
> Although the lack of momentum is easy countered by a combination of Twilight and your magic, it’s still a tad problematic getting into the right position, the lack of gravitation and Newton’s laws being a pain in the ass.
> After a few seconds of fruitless efforts, however, you successfully managed to put her in a dignified missionary position before grabbing the length of her hair and pulling it back.
> Twi: “Are… you’re sure, right? I’m a novice at this sort of stuff.”
Prepare yourself, you know it felt like before.
> Her eventual squeal wasn’t one to be echoed, but still it pierced the cosmos through a limitless distance, forever to traverse until it is but a murmur.
> As you leisurely enter her, you sense the hymen giving away, a thin cloth to your blade as it splits once more; with each centimeter you pass through, her yelps and outburst of rage increases dynamically.
Hey, is this hurting you too mu-
> Twi: “PUT. IT. IN.”
> She uses her magic along with her hands to grab you by the buttocks and presses you forward the rest of the way in, leading to a scream that shakes you to the core.
> She tries to force you into the motion, but you immediately negate the mystical efforts and pull out to her anguished dismay.
> Twi: “H-hey, tch… it hurts, Anon, but you can’t discontinue… for S-SCIENCE!”
Science my ass, you’re bleeding, sweetheart.
> Twi: “This was expected, though! I calculate that with enough time it will be fine, I just need to endure this for about three hours and-“
> You couldn’t help it- you cast a regeneration acceleration spell on her vagina, allowing her poor pussy some reprieve as it resolves its own pains.
> Twi: “HEY! That’s not how it’s supposed to go, why did you not allow natural course to-“
MAGIC. IT’S ALL FUCKING MAGIC, BABY.
> You shoot back into her with a second wind in your hips, forming a conquest through her within a second as you reach the culmination of your infiltration.
> Her cry, this time one of shock and pleasure, is enough for you to make a full withdrawal before making the same entire motion once more.
> You know what? Let’s take this another step forward; you’re fucking a student while floating about in the middle of the mother fucking UNIVERSE.
> Low Mystical Spell, Seduction Element: Aphrodisiac Style.
> Princess Cadence isn’t the only love master in Equestria, as your dick emanates a warm glow inside of her.
> She gives a moan like a defeated cow being mounted by Cho’Gath, low and submissive but steadily taking an ascending stance in pitch.
> You just stand there (“standing” being the closest possible term, considering your circumstances) as your penis finishes the spell through her.
> Twi: “What, wha…aaaaa…aaaaaugh…aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaAAAAUGH!”
YOU ARE NOT PREPARED.
> You begin to moderately piston her as the spell takes hold of her body, the mouth suddenly wiggling and the face slowly turning into a permanent blushing state.
> Her hands move about frantically, searching for sources of pleasure; she first grabs her own chest (shit was so cash), caresses herself below, and finally rests them on your chest.
> Twi: “AnooooooNNNN~!”
> You suction her breasts in your own hands as you escort her into both oblivion and a heaven consisting entirely of ecstasy.
> Today was a good day.
> The End.