Title:           Twilight Sparkle is addicted to Anon's cum. Part 12
Author:          X-Roads
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First Edit:      Sunday 12th of April 2015 03:27:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 29th of April 2015 10:25:09 PM CDT

>”Shouldn't you get going soon?”
>Twilight looks at you with tired eyes, yawning as she ends her sentence.
“Probably... I left Kirron waiting for quite a bit.”
>”Sorry.”
>You chuckle and brush a wet and sticky strand of her mane out of her face.
“Don't be. It was worth it, wasn't it?”
>”Most certainly~ I wouldn't mind to repeat this some time.”
“Me neither. But let's wait for a while before we try this again.”
>”Okay... But what's hindering me from casting the spell while we are in the act? The poor, devoid of magic human wouldn't be able to defend himself from me~”
“You wouldn't dare, my dear Twilight.”
>”Would I?”
>She sticks her tongue out.
“If the kinky pony wants her depraved desires pleased and satisfied by the poor, devoid of magic human, she shouldn't do that.”
>Giggling, she rubs noses with you.
>”Understood~”
“Glad we clarified that. So... how does this work...”
>You look around and reach a hand out in hope of finding the end of the illusion. But it looks like it goes further than you thought.
>”How does what work?”
“This bubble thing. Can I just step out of it, or will I fall into an endless void to my doom?”
>”The latter one.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“What now?”
>She snickers and winks at you.
>”Just kidding. This isn't a banishing trap, only an illusion. One moment please.”
>Twilight closes her eyes and the glow on her horn gets brighter.
>Something in the form of a bubble starts to crack and shatter around you, bit by bit.
>Just as the first clear rifts and cracks can be seen, a voice interrupts Twilight.
>”Twilight? Are you in your rage bubble again?”
>Spike? Most likely. Who else should it be?
>You remain silent... Not that he gets any ideas.
>”B-Buck...” she mumbles.
>”What is it this time? Did you lose Smarty Pants again? It's not the end of the world, yanno?”
>Twilight has a rage bubble? And she uses it when she loses her doll? How adorable.
>You smirk at her and she sticks her tongue out once more.
>The next time she does that, you will grab it.
>She clears her throat.
>”N-No! I didn't. And this isn't my rage bubble, this is my thinking bubble. So please go to your room and let me think!”
>Rummaging can be heard in the background.
>”And claws off my rare gems!”
>”I just want a nibble from the orange ones... They look so tasty!”
>”No!” she blurts out, “They cost more than half-a-years worth of your allowance!”
>”W-What?!”
>”Yes! So please leave them in peace, and go to your room, so I can think undisturbed.”
>Spike lets out a loud sigh.
>Your marefriend's interactions with Spike are adorable as hell. Just like mother and son.
>Okaaayyy....”
>You can really feel how hard he rolls his eyes right now.
>”Where is Anon, by the way?”
>Twilight flinches.
>Now it's getting interesting. How will she wiggle herself out of that?
>”He... He already left.”
>”But his shoes are still here!”
>”Ponyfeathers...” she whispers.
>”What? I didn't understand you. Should I get inside?” he asks.
>”No, don't! It's full of books here, so you wouldn't have any room anyway. And I don't want you to knock everything over.”
>”Pfft... I'm not that clumsy.”
>“You are! But that doesn't matter. Anon said he wanted to go bare-feet, because.... Uhm... Because...”
“Because it is such a nice, warm night.” you whisper into her ear.
>She smiles and shoots you a thankful nod.
>”Because it is such a nice, warm night tonight!”
>”It is?”
>”Yeah... Just take a look outside.”
>”Nah. I will take your word for that.”
>You giggle internally.
>Cheeky little dragon.
>”Great... So can you leave me alone now, please? I have some serious thinking to do.”
>”Will do. But Twilight...”
>”Yeah?”
>”Why is the floor all wet? What is that strange liquid?”
>Your marefriend's mouth shoots open in shock.
>”D-Don't touch it! It's dangerous!”
>”Really? It kinda looks like gone off milk...”
>Oops... You don't remember to hit anything else than your marefriend with your cum. Maybe you shot some to the side, in your ecstatic rage.
>It was hard to control after all.
>And Twilight isn't exactly clean too, when she gets exited. Messy, little pony. But you love every drop that comes out of her.
>”It isn't milk! It's... It's...”
>Her eyes dart from side to side.
>Oh my, she looks so cute when she is in distress.
“Super glue.”
>She sighs in relief and plants a quick peck on your cheek.
>”Super glue! So please don't mess with it. I will clean it up later, once I made the right dissolvent for it.”
>Spike laughs.
>”'kay! I just wanted to say that I'm off to bed now anyway. Good night, Twi! And don't overdo it with your thinking.”
>”I won't! Good night, Spike. Love you!”
>The little dragon acknowledges her sign of affection with a snip of his fingers and then vanishes up the stairs.
>His door is slammed shut and your marefriend's form visibly relaxes once she hears it.
>That was close, but entertaining.
 
>”Ehh... That had the potential to get real awkward, real quick.”
“Amen to that... Didn't you say that Spike should be asleep already?”
>Twilight blushes and lets out a stammered laugh.
>”Ehehe... Yeah, I did... And he ate so much ice cream, that it should have knocked him out for good... Usually.”
“Do you think that... Uhm.. he heard other things too? Or saw?”
>”By Celestia! I certainly hope not... Looking back at it, it was real risky. We should be more careful in the future.”
>You could mention that all this was mostly her idea, but you bite back it.
>No use in starting a pointless argument.
“You are right. Let's confine ourselves to your bedroom when we want to do it here.”
>Her eyes go half lidded.
>”What about the bathroom?”
“But Twilight...”
>You cup her cheek with a hand. Stroking the soft, short fur there with it's thumb.
“One gets clean in the bathroom, not dirty.”
>”Aww~”
>She pouts.
>”But I like getting dirty.”
“I know. Me too, Twi. Me too.”
>Twilight leans forward and locks lips with you.
>Not for long though. Almost immediately after they made contact, she separates them again. Burying her snout in the crook of your neck.
>”Mhmm...”
>And then takes a deep whiff.
>”You smell like me and my arousal...”
“I do?”
>The only thing you can smell is a deep, musky scent. Not unpleasant but quite pungent.
>”Yeah. Normally I would say that you should keep it, so all the other mares know that you are my stallion. But...”
>She licks across your neck, sending a shudder down your spine.
>”It's too attention-grabbing right now. Do you want to take a shower before you go?”
“I would like that very much, thank you. Also I need a change of clothes. They are... well, drenched to say at least.”
>Giggling, she looks down to your pants. Feeling them up with her hooves.
>”You are right. And sticky too.”
“Why do you have to be so messy? It's like a broken dam down there, once you get going.”
>You give her rump a light slap.
>”Dunno... I always was like that. Don't you like it?”
“I do. Twi. Makes me feel good about my skills as a lover, when you start leaking like that.”
>Your marefriend shoots you a sly, seductive sideways look.
>”You don't have to be worried about that, believe me. I would have said something, if it was otherwise~”
>She takes a look at the clock.
>”Twenty minutes to eight already... You really should get going and I should start experimenting. Even if I don't want this to end so abruptly.”
“Me neither.”
>Twilight smiles and her horn lights up again to finish the job it previously started.
>The cracks renew themselves and after a few seconds, the bubble shatters. Small shards break away and fall towards the ground. Disappearing into the thin air before actually hitting it, or the two of you.
>Luckily... They look awfully sharp.
>It takes a while, but finally you are back in the familiar environment that is Twilight's home.
>Which is now lit by some candles, that Spike must have lit. The floating orbs are gone.
>Most likely due to a lack of magical sustenance from her side
>”So... That's it.”
“Home sweet, home.”
 
>She hops off your lap and lands gracefully on her four hooves on the floor. Stretching them for a bit before looking over her shoulder at you..
>”So what about that shower now? I could use one too.”
“Lead the way, Twi.”
>You get up and follow your marefriend, who is swaying her hips fairly seductively from side to side... Is she trying to warm you up for another round in the shower? Or is she just walking funny? Hard to tell.
>Either way you cannot overlook that she is leaking your seed out of various orifices. It looks hot, but you don't want to slip and break your neck.
>So you quickly scoop her up. Cradling Twilight in your arms and holding her plush rump up high, thus it stops seeping.
>”Whoa! Anon~”
>You kiss the tip of her snout.
“Let me carry you.”
>”Thank you.”
>She huddles up to you and closes her eyes.
>”I could get used to that...”
“To what? Me carrying you?”
>”Mhm. I ain't too heavy for you?”
“No. You are as light as a feather, Twi.”
>Like almost all ponies here in Equestria... Unlike their earth counterparts, they seldom exceed the one hundred pounds mark.
>In general they are very different to them. From the placement of their eyes to the human like expressions.
>Not to speak of the ways they can manipulate things with their hooves. You still have no clue on how they do this.
>Hooves... How do they work?
>”Aww... Stop flattering me. I'm a bit chubby. Look!”
>To emphasize her point she squeezes her tummy together. Forcing a small roll of fat to form between her hooves.
>You chuckle and brush them away.
“You are not chubby, Twi. You are cuddly! And now shush!”
>Twilight giggles and opens the door to her room with magic.
“Thanks.”
>”No problem. You have your hands full after all.”
“Yep. With a soft, cuddly pony.”
>Once you enter your marefriend's bedroom, she levitates two towels out of her closet and floats them over to the bathroom.
“You don't happen to have a change of clothes for me?”
>”Sadly not. But I could clean the ones you are wearing with a quick spell.”
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
>She nods and her horn begins to glow.
>A faintly shining, blueish orb gradually exits it and floats towards her bed. Settling right above her teddy bear.
>How pretty.
>”Phew... That was harder than I thought...”
“Is that some kind of cleaning bubble?”
>”Kinda. To be precise, it's a water familiar that attracts other liquids and collects them. Thus removing the stains out of your clothes.”
>You whistle.
“Neat.”
>”Yep! And you don't even need to dry them afterwards.”
“Really? That's convenient. Thanks, Twi.”
>She kisses your cheek.
>”You're welcome, stud. But you might want to use a perfume or something similar on them afterwards... The familiar doesn't disperse smells.”
“I will surely find something that will cover it.”
>You gently put her down and she glides out of your arms, as elegant and graceful as ever.
>”Thanks. There should be some more stallionly scents, that Spike uses from time to time in my bathroom.”
>Twilight snickers.
>”I put them there, so he doesn't use them all the time when he thinks he could get in the slightest vicinity of Rarity.”
“You don't need to worry about that any more, though.” you state, laughing.
>”Yeah. Luckily. Did I ever thank you for doing this?”
“I think so.”
>”Hmm~”
>Her eyes go half lidded and a sultry grin appears on her lips.
>”I'm not so sure about that... Should I thank you properly in the shower?”
>You kneel down and lift her face up by the chin.
“You're insatiable, you know that?”
>”I do~ Do you want me to change? Be your pure and innocent marefriend? That saves herself for her marriage?”
>Marriage? Whoa... Slow down there, Twi...
“Don't you think you get a bit ahead of yourself there? Also it is kinda too late for that, isn't it?”
>She blushes and plants a kiss on your palm. Brushing it softly with her tongue as she diverges from it again.
>”Perhaps? Sorry, stud.”
“Don't be. But let's wait a bit more before we discuss things like this, okay?”
>”Okay.”
“Wonderful. Now...”
>”Hmm?”
>You remove your clothes and lay them somewhat folded under the floating orb. It's glow starts to intensify and the garments below it get engulfed in a blue mist.
>Is it hissing? Creepy. But it seems to work.
>A steady, gaseous stream travels from them to the familiar.
>Twilight's eyes go wide as she sees your naked form. You can swear you see her licking her lips out of the corner of your eye.
>Sadly, you will have to disappoint her this time.
>If you start another lewd round of kinky things, you might never leave her home tonight.
>Not that you wouldn't like that too, but...
>Kirron and the barrel full of strong, delicious minotauren beer are waiting.
“Let's get cleaned up.”
>Twilight forces her gaze up from your privates parts to your face and nods.
>”Let's!”
 
>You and your marefriend enter her bathroom and she magically turns the lights on,
>For the first time you actually see it from the inside. There never was a reason to enter it before until now.
>A girls bathroom is her sanctuary, you learned that back on earth.
>Whistling, you take a look at your surroundings.
>You knew she isn't the type for things that are too girly, and her bathroom reflects that.
>Her tub and the walls that gird it are in a dark and deep blue. With the walls having streaks of pink and purple in them.
>The small cabinet above the tub as well as it's rim is full of scented candles and shampoos in all kinds of colours and scents.
>Even the shower curtains look kinda like her mane.
>You quite like it. Your bathroom is bland compared to hers.
>Aww... She even has a large mirror in the shape of her cutie mark. Framed by smaller mirrors to represent the smaller stars on it.
>You wonder if it was a gift or if she got that made.
>She looks up to you with a wide smile on her lips.
>”Like it?”
“To quote Rarity: “Its simply divine, darling!”.”
>Giggling, she swats your leg playfully with a hoof.
>”Stop it, you~”
>Twilight trots over to the tub and climbs into it.
>She struggles a bit at first, her hooves can't seem to get get a good hold...
>”Argh... Why did I ever chose those lotus tiles. Stupid things,”
>But then finally manages to get in.
>”Phew.”
>With an expectant look on her face, she beckons you to follow her.
>”Come on in! Before I start showering without you!”
>You didn't notice that before, but it looks awfully small.
>Your marefriend alone takes nearly half of the available space in there.
“Are you sure, that we will fit both in there?”
>She waves you off.
>”Of course! It maybe a bit snug, but we will manage.”
>A wink is shoot in your direction.
>”And the last time I checked, you liked tight, confined spaces~ So come here, stud.”
>No use to argue with this. She is utterly and completely right.
>”But first get that loofah over there, please.”
>Twilight points at a rack behind you. Several loofahs and wash-clothes neatly hang there, right next to each other.
“Of course. Which one?”
>”Doesn't matter.”
“Okay.”
>So you walk over to the rack and grab for a white loofah with purple specks.
>But before you can get a hold on it, it floats out of your reach.
>You go for it again, but another time the loofah escapes your grasp and even starts to dance in front of your face.
>Like it's mocking you for your inability to catch it...
>Rude.
>Several times more, you try to fetch the soft showering utensil, but each attempt fails.
>You shoot your marefriend an unamused glare over your shoulder, which she returns with a giggle.
>”Okay, okay. I will stop.”
>She floats it towards you and you take it into a secure hold. Nevermore shall it roam free.
>”But I enjoyed the show. You really have nice flanks~”
“Thanks. Yours are nice too.”
>”Judging from all the attention you gave them, I guessed that already.”
“Tzzk.”
>Twilight snickers and scoots over to one end of the tub.
>”Now come on in. It's awfully boring and lonesome in here.”
 
>You join your marefriend and she closes the curtains with her magic. Her lips still bearing that sly grin.
>She has something planned, that is sure.
>The residues of her nectar get stickier and more uncomfortable by the second, so you just look forward to the cleansing water and decide to deal with her advances as they come.
>Twilight turns the water on and a warm, steady rain starts to pour down on you.
“Hach... Nice.”
>But where does the water come from? As far as you observed, her shower didn't have a head shower.
>A look to the ceiling solves this mystery... A cloud?
>What is this sorcery?
>Your shower doesn't have a cloud... Just a bog standard shower head.
>Honestly you are a bit jealous.
>”Impressed? It's a shower cloud that I conjured myself!”
>Twilight looks at you with big eyes, her tail wagging from excitement.
>She must be really proud of this.
“Can't say that I'm not... Where does it get it's water from?”
>”From the piping.”
>Giggling, she pokes your leg.
>”Where else should it get it from?”
>How mundane.
“Makes sense. Still it's very fascinating. Could you make one for my shower too?”
>Your marefriend shakes her head.
>”I could, but it wouldn't work without an active source of magic. You would just get a thin, moist mist. Nothing more.”
“Pity.”
>”Yeah...”
>Twilight levitates the loofah and a bottle of shampoo towards you, which you take a bit confused into your hands.
>”But no use crying over things you cannot change. Do something that you can actually change... Clean my dirty coat~”
>She turns around and sits down on her haunches.
“Getting a little demanding, aren't you?”
>Nevertheless, you kneel down and squirt some shampoo on the loofah.
>Smells like lavender and...    Chamomile?  
>”A bit? Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“I simply couldn't scrub your back.”
>”But I would scrub yours too. Doesn't that sound nice?”
>It does.
>And isn't that something japanese men love? Getting washed and their back scrubbed by a beautiful girl?
>And Twilight is as beautiful as a mare can get. At least in your eyes.
>You are  living their dream. Heh. Suck it random asian exchange student. That's what you get for not letting you copy his homework.
“Deal.”
>She looks over shoulder, shooting you a wink.
>”And if you do especially well, I might add a little something when it's my turn.”
>A little something? Intriguing... You didn't plan to give to one of her dirty passes, but let's not jump the gun.
>Could be worth the extra time you let Kirron wait. He will understand.
>What will his reaction to you being in a relationship now be, you wonder?
>”I don't feel any scrubbing~”
“Sorry, I was in thought.”
>Actually, you don't even know if Twilight takes any issues with you telling him. You should better ask her.
>”No problem.”
>You apply some of the orangey shampoo on her back and withers, and start to gently scrub them with the loofah, while your other hand runs around her barrel. Lathering her chest and neck with the sweet-scented soap.
>Did the rain just got weaker? How strange.
>Foam begins to form on her wet fur.
>The dried patches cum and other fluids prove quite resilient to your cleaning attempts, but eventually go off with some dedicated rubbing.
>”Hmm~”
>Sounds like she enjoys it.
>Her back is now almost clean, but it wasn't particularly dirty in the first place.
>Normally. you now would take shower head and rinse Twilight off... But with a cloud that isn't exactly possible.
“Uhm, Twi?”
>”Yeah?”
“Can I somehow influence where the stream goes? I want to rinse your back.”
>She snickers.
>”Oh, of course. Just think where it should go and add the word “Nimbus” before it... It's manipulated by thoughts. That’s how I reduced it's intensity before.”
>A thought controlled cloud? Impressive.
“Okay.”
>Let's give it a try.
>Nimbus, Twilight's back.
>Nothing happens.
>Nimbus, Twilight's back!
>And another time it blatantly ignores you.
>Does it think it's better than you?!
>Angrily, you shake your fist at it. But it isn't impressed by your sign of aggression.
>Twilight laughs.
>”Did you think “Twilight”?”
“Of course. Was that wrong?”
>”Yep. Try “unicorn”. The cloud doesn't know any names. It can only differentiate between species and gender.”
“Okay then.”
>”If you want it to concentrate on you, the keyword is “Diamond Dog”.”
>What? That's hardly flattering.
“Diamond Dog?”
>”Sorry stud, but that's the closest thing that resembles your appearance. But “Minotaur” should work too.”
>That's better. At least they have muscles... And thumbs.
>Anyway.
>Nimbus, unicorn's back.
>And indeed, a soft torrent of water rains down on her withers. Running down her back and taking the foam with it.
>After a few seconds, she is squeaky clean and let's out a content sigh.
>With another thought, you switch the cloud back to “shower” mode.
“Now your mane and front.”
>”Thank you.”
>Twilight turns on the spot to face you and her gaze wanders immediately down to between your legs..
>Almost disappointed is the look on her face. Did she expect to see you aroused from washing her back?
>You chuckle and force her eyes up again.
“Looking for something?”
>”N-Not really.” She blurts out, brightly blushing.
>Adorable. You will never get enough of that.
“Okay then. Should I use the same shampoo for your mane?”
>”No. Use this one, please.”
>She floats another bottle towards. This one is pink and white.
“Mane'n'Tail... No tear formula, for sensitive fillies...”
>Oh my. It even is bubblegum scented.
>You barely manage to suppress your laughter.
>”Don't lauigh! I-I hate getting shampoo in my eyes... It burns and stings.” she pouts.
“Yeah, that really sucks. Now bow down a bit, my sensitive filly.”
>”O-Okay.”
>She does so and presents you her cranium.
“Since I found out an embarrassing of yours shower secret, wanna hear one of mine?”
>”It really isn't that embarrassing... But, yes. Spit it out.”
“I sing while I shower. Really, really badly. And every time my neighbours hear it.”
>Twilight laughs and nearly ruins your shampoo applying attempt.
>”For real?”
“Mhm. They even complained once, but I don't care. I just try to introduce Equestria to cheesy, eighties glam rock.”
>”Neighties.”
“You ponies and your horse puns. Did Celestia decide that every town name and term has to be a horse pun, when she founded Equestria?”
>”No? Why would she do that?”
“Just asking.”
>You put the bottle away and begin to massage the soap into her scalp.
>”Ah... nice. You should do this professionally.”
“What? Assisting ponies in their showers? I don't see a bright future for this profession, Twi. Most ponies are perfectly capable of showering by their own.”
>”Not that, silly. I mean massaging. You do that really well.”
 
“My massaging isn't that special. It's mostly improvised, with no real coordination or what not.”
>”Were you ever massaged by a pony?”
”Can't really say that I were.”
>Her head is sufficiently soaped now, so you move on to the lower part of her mane and neck.
>Massaging and kneading slowly down with circular movements and tugging at the occasional stuck together strand of hair.
>Meh... You really plastered her there good. If you knew you had to clean after your own mess, you would have aimed more carefully.
>But you do it gladly and willingly, seeing that she enjoys it so much.
>”It's horrible! Hooves are not made for handling such delicate tasks... Only unicorns can really offer a satisfying massage, but they have to use sticks and other means. If you want one that doesn't leave you more tense than before, you have to hire a gryphon or a minotaur. But those are expensive as tartarus.”
“I see. Because of their respective claws or fingers, I assume?”
>Speaking of fingers... Yours got somehow entangled in her mane.
>”Exactly. But gryphons can severely hurt you, if they aren't careful, and minotaurs generally lack the tact and gentleness that a good massage needs. So it can be a bit rougher than you would like it.”
>Twilight yelps as you try to free your fingers.
>”Ow!”
“Sorry, Twi. Just hold still for a moment.”
>”No, you hold still please.”
>Her horn flashes briefly and suddenly your hands are above her neck.
“Did you just teleport my hands?”
>”Yep.”
“Okay... Thanks.”
>You move them back down and continue washing her mane. Which is nearly clean and free from all fluids that don't belong there.
>”No biggie. Where was I... Ah, yes!”
>She looks up to you.
>”Firstly: A bit lower please. And secondly: But you... You have fingers and the needed tact and coordination for a good massage.”
“Comes with being human, eh?”
>”From what you told me about how your kind has evolved, most likely.”
>She tilts her head a bit to the left, to give you better access to a rather large patch of dried cum.
>Looks like it must have pooled there, since it's quite thick and especially crusty.
>Better let the shampoo soak for a while, so you have an easier time later.
>”I'm sure that the spa would appreciate your skills. Ponies from far and wide would come to Ponyville, just to get massaged by you!”
“Mayor Mare surely would like that too. More tourists means more bits.” you state, chuckling.
>Twilight giggles.
>”Probably. Sometimes I think, rising revenues are her fetish.”
“Heh. Just like last year at the summer solstice festival.”
>”Oh my! I totally forgot that! She nearly fainted on the spot, once I told her how much Ponyville actually earned during that day.”
>That should be enough soaking in. Time to scrub it out.
>Loofah I choose you!
“Seems like you aren't the only mare with strange kinks.”
>”Oh stop it, you~ They are far weirder ponies out there. Who like being whipped, hit and what not.”
“Or bitten and scratched.”
>Your marefriend blows you a raspberry.
>”Pfft. It isn't that strange. As a former flight and prey animal, it only makes sense that I might enj-”
>You shush her.
“It's okay, Twi. You don't have to justify yourself for what you like. In fact, I enjoy it too.”
>She blushes and sighs in relief,
>”You do? Wonderful... I feared that I might force you to do all this.”
“Nah. It was my idea in the first place, did you forget that too?”
>”Oh, you're right... How did you come up with that, anyway?”
>Shrugging, you put the loofah away and check if the dried-up seed is still there.
>Ah, great. It's perfectly clean.
“Dunno, to be honest. It was an idea that spontaneously came to my mind, and I tried it out. To great success, if I might add. Could you lie down on your back, please?”
>Twilight shoots you sultry look.
>”Why? Do you want to clean my insides with your hose~?”
>You shake your head, but you can't suppress that quiet giggle her cheesy innuendo elicited from you
“At the risk of disappointing you... No. I just want to clean your front, Twi.”
>”Aww... What a pity. Can I convince you otherwise? With more to clean, maybe~?”
>As tempting as this sounds, you don't want to leave Kirron waiting for longer than you already did.
>He won't wait forever.
“Sorry, Twi. I will have to refuse your offer. To quote a wise man from my planet: "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.“.“
>She snickers and paws your flaccid member.
>”I could change that with a quick healing spell... One second and you are good to go again.”
“Please don't.”
>”Why not? Are thirteen or so times too much for the poor human?”
“I am sure that isn't normal for ponies either...”
>”But it is!”
“Now you are fucking with me.”
>”Not yet... But I could be soon~”
>You ruffle her mane and boop her on the muzzle. Making it scrunch and stick her tongue out in response.
>”Okay. I get it. No more lewd, depraved acts for this mare tonight.”
“We have to ration them a bit. Or else we will ran out of new ideas.”
>”That won't be a problem, stud. There is so much we can try~ Like more role playing.”
“As long as you don't want to be my mother or any other close relative, that's fine with me.”
>That sly grin from before returns to her lips.
>”So distant relatives are okay then?”
>Oh my... That mare.
>Nimbus, unicorn's head.
>”Hey! That's meanwargharbll...”
>The torrent engulfs and interrupts your marefriend.
>Nimbus, shower.
>A bit disgruntled she looks at you, spitting the water that got in her mouth in your general direction.
>She is drenched, but at least the shampoo is gone now too.
>You brush the wet hair out of her face and beam her a smile.
“No relatives, please.”
>”Yeah... I got it.”
>Suddenly something very cold hits your back, making you flinch and scream like a little girl.
“Aaahhhh! Cold!”
>Twilight laughs and shoots you a dirty smirk as you fall flat on your ass.
>”Revenge is a dish, best served cold.”
“I had that coming, I guess?”
>”You did. But now we are even.”
>The icy downpour ceases and is replaced by the warm summer rain again.
“Sweet, life giving warmth... How did I miss you...”
>Giggling, Twilight turns around and you assist her to lie down on her back.
>Right between your legs and blatantly staring at your genitals.
>”Nice view!”
“Glad, you like it. My view is not bad either.”
>”You know... You could just lean over me and...”
>Another boop shushes her once more.
“Tomorrow, okay?”
>She rolls her eyes, but then smiles.
>”Okay. Could you use the shampoo in the green bottle over there? I have dry skin on my chest and stomach.”
“Of course. Just magic it over.”
>”Lazy, lazy human.”
“I'm not lazy, I just want to save calories.”
>Twilight pokes your belly with a hoof.
>”To me, it looks like you saved enough already.”
“I blame Pinkie for that. Her baking is far too good.”
>”And fattening...”
>She sighs and floats the bottle over to you.
>”Maybe we should go on a diet together.”
>You take it into your hands and read it's label.
>Master of Moisture... Stupid name. Kinda sounds like a video game set on a desert planet.
>Ehh... Video games. You miss them. Luckily your Sega Genesis, along with a few games, survived the trip to Equestria, so you can get your fix from time to time.
>Twilight enjoys them too. She had some problems with the controller at first, but she soon figured out to manipulate the buttons with her magic.
>She even managed to beat you in Mortal Kombat a few times.
>Anyway...
“Nah. I like me this way. And you for that matter.” you say, as you squirt some shampoo into your hand.
>Out of the corner of your eyes, you can notice a slight blush on her face.
>”T-Thanks.”
>You work the soap into the fluffy tuft on her chest. Spreading it clockwise from there.
“Just stating what I think, so no need to thank me. Now spread your legs a bit, please.”
>”Which pair~?”
“The one that doesn't contain two certain entrances between it.”
>”Aww...”
>She spreads her front-legs as far as she can manage, which is not much due to the way her body works, but still enough to let you reach and wash every part of her torso.
>Her eyes are closed the entire time and a quiet moan escapes her mouth occasionally.
>The stains aren't as bad as the ones on her head and neck luckily, so they are gone fairly quick.
>But still you add some extra massaging and caressing to your cleaning, just to hear her content sighs and moans.
>Which get more sensual and throaty by the second... Better tone it down a notch, before she decides to pounce at you.
>Just a few finishing touches here and there... And... Perfect. One foamy pony, ready to be rinsed.
 
>You prop Twilight's neck and head up a bit, so she doesn't accidentally drown when you let the cloud swill her.
>Better safe than sorry. Who knows if this thing can suddenly go haywire and wants to get it's moisture from living beings.
>Like the Blob, just fluffier.
>The cloud hisses.
>Uhh...
>Did it just read your mind?
>You look up to it and watch it for a short while.
>Does something swim around in it's misty body? You can't really tell... It's too steamy in here.
>Looks black...
>”Anon...” she whines
>Her voice snaps you back to reality.
“Yes, Twi?”
>”I feel soap running down to my eyes...”
>Oh. Let's rinse her off then.
>Nimbus, unicorn.
>And like usual, it promptly follows your wish and concentrates it's downpour on your marefriend.
>She hums in delight when she feels the warm stream flow onto her.
>Taking the foam and thus all the dirt and dust of today with it.
>While she enjoys her rinsing, you take another look at the cloud.
>Hmm... Now it looks clear, or as clear as a cloud can be. Nothing is in it.
>Must have imagined that. Heat always did funny things to you.
>You turn your attention back to Twilight, who looks at you, up side down, with a wide smile.
>”Something the matter?”
“No, not really. Is the soap still there?”
>She shakes her head.
>”Nope! All clean... Well, except for a certain place, but since you aren't interested in touching that for the remainder of today, I will clean it myself.”
>Aww... She sounded a bit disappointed.
>You wonder if this is about her addiction, or just about general horniness.
>Heh. A horny unicorn. Beavis and Butt-Head would be proud.
“You seam really eager, even after our intense session from before. Do you need... you know, another dose?”
>Twilight frowns.
>”Dose... Better than fix, but still an ugly word.”
>But then giggles.
>”And no, I don't need one. I'm just, like you said, a bit eager today. And your naked form doesn't exactly help me dispelling all those naughty thoughts, I have right now.”
>She rolls around on her stomach and then pushes herself up into a sitting position.
>”You normally wear all those pesky clothes, so it's really special when I get to see you naked. Gets me going in no time.”
“That's what I wanted to ask you some time anyway...”
>”Why I find you attractive, or what?”
>You chuckle and squirt some of the orange shampoo onto the loofah.
“No, I think you already told me that. My scent and what not.”
>She giggles and takes the loofah into her magical grip.
>”Ah, yes. You're right. What did you want to ask then? And turn around please, now it's my turn to wash you.”
>You nod and turn yourself around. Which is a difficult task in this damned, pony-sized tub.
>”Bend over a bit.”
>Huh? Okay. Maybe she can't reach you well enough, otherwise.
>So you do so and rest your head on your knees.
“What I wanted to ask is, how you ponies deal with the constant nakedness. Doesn't this get awkward?”
>Not really. You get used to it. But for colts that enter puberty it's pretty hard.”
“Heh. Hard.”
>Your marefriend laughs.
>”Exactly. If you promise to never tell anypony, I will tell you a story about my brother.”
>Uuuhh... Interesting.
“I promise. I will even Pinkie promise, if you want.”
>”Nah, I will take your word for it. So...”
>You hear a long squirting sound. How much shampoo does she plan to use?
>Something pink flies through the shower curtains... Was that the loofah?
>”When Shining and Cadence started dating, I think he was around seventeen years old and she four hundred thirty-nine or something...”
>Chris Hansen would explode if he ever heard of this...
“Is this a normal thing in Equestria?”
>”What?”
“Such an extreme age difference for couples?”
>”Not really. But you are legally allowed to have a relationship with an adult, when you reach the age of sixteen.”
“Still it's kinda creepy.”
>”Cadence is an alicorn, and everything under a thousand is considered young age for them. If she wants a relationship, she is forced to chose somepony younger than her. Male alicorns don't exist, at least not any more.”
“What do you mean with “any more”? What did happen to them?
>She sighs and puts her hooves on your shoulders.
>”It's a long and sad story... To make it short, they were few in numbers to begin with and then died all in a pointless war... There is more to it, much more. But I'm not in the mood to teach you about ancient Equestrian history right now, so let's continue with my story. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”
>What a pity. Even though you don't want to spend eternities in here, you love it when Twilight explains or teaches you things.
>Tomorrow will be time enough.
“Of course. Go on, please.”
>”So...”
>Her wet and slippery body is pressed against your back.
“T-Twi... What are you doing?”
>”Washing you~ And now shush.”
>Slowly she starts to rub herself clockwise all over your backside. A quiet moan escapes her lips every now and then
>”I was twelve years old and Cadence came by to help me with my homework. I think it was advanced magical theories...”
>You can feel her teats... If she is trying to seduce you, she's on the right way.
>But she will have to wait... Until tomorrow.
 
>”We sat on the floor, since our table was to small to hold all my books, and Shining sat at the opposite end of the room, reading one of his rulebooks.”
>Twilight stops for a moment to apply more shampoo and then continues washing your back with her soft underside
>This time faster and with a bit more pressure. Now her assets are really prominent, as small as they may be.
“About this roleplaying game, he likes to play so much, I assume?”
>”Uhu. My parents weren't home and Cadence thought that this would be the ideal  moment to tease my brother a bit.”
“Tease? How?”
>”Well, she bent over and rested her head on her fore hooves... Still explaining to and teaching me with her hindquarters raised high.”
>Your marefriend slides off your back.
>The pink shampoo bottle floats towards you and settles right above your head.
“Don't you have something a bit manlier? I don't want to smell like bubblegum...”
>She snickers and puts it aside.
>”Aww... Are you afraid that Kirron will laugh at you, for smelling like a mare?”
>You snort.
“No... And I probably smell like one anyway. You.”
>Twilight lets out a long hum.
>”Oh, didn't think of that... As a minotaur, his sense of smelling isn't as good as a pony's, but still good enough to detect my scent. Or at least my feminine pheromones.”
“Even after the shower?”
>”Yeah, they don't go off so easily. And residues always remain somewhere... Are you gonna tell him?”
>Another bottle is presented to you. Scales and Spines... One of Spike's shampoos.
>You take a quick whiff of it, and give your marefriend a thumb's up.
“I wanted to ask you first, if that's okay for you.”
>”How sweet.”
>She squirts a good portion of it on your hair.
>”I think it should be okay. He is a bit rude and crude, but he doesn't seem like the type to tell secrets around.”
“He has his own version of a Pinkie promise, in the form of his clan's oath. So, no he won't.”
>”Wonderful. You may, then. But don't tell him what we do in private...”
>Meh, you kinda looked forward to brag about it a bit.
“Not even some minor details?”
>A hoof hits the back of your head. Not painful, but with enough force to deliver the message.
>”No.”
“Okay, I get it. No details about our awesome sex-life.”
>Giggling, she starts to massage the shampoo into your scalp.
>Doesn't feel to bad actually. Yeah, her hooves are hard and the chinks in them pull a few hairs out every now and then. But overall it's kinda nice.
>Especially when she uses their sides to lather your temples.
>”It really is awesome, isn't it?”
“Mhm. The whole world should know of it! You could even write a book about it!”
>Another soft bop against your head.
“Just kidding, Twi.”
>”You really do want to tell him about it, don't you?”
>You sigh,
>She can read you like an open book.
“Kinda... It's a man's, or stallion's, thing.”
>”Oh, mares do that too. Don't worry.”
“Are you going tell the your friends, or what?”
>”Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on the amount of alcohol, I decide to instil myself on the next girl's night. Lift your arms please.”
>You do, and look over your shoulder at her.
“So you are allowed to brag about it, and I am not? That's kinda unfair.”
>”Exactly. That's how it works.”
“Pfft...”
>With a quiet laugh, she begins to clean your sides using her soapy neck.
>God, where did she get that idea from? It feels nice, so you don't complain.
>Which fool would?
>”I was just joking, stud. Nopony, except for Rarity, would be interested in it anyway. We mostly keep our sexual escapades to ourselves... Well, except for Rarity again.”
>You chuckle.
“But you said mostly. So it must happen from to time.”
>”Yeah, maybe when all of us are really drunk. Then even Fluttershy opens up and tells us about what she wants and desires. And Rarity... Rarity really gets started.”
“I feel you sister. I know more about some stallions than I ever intended to know.”
>Twilight giggles and retrieves her head.
>”But would you be bothered by it?”
“As long as you keep it somewhat discrete, I think not. Only raises my market value, you know?”
>And another time, her hoof hits your head.
>”You don't have a market value any more. You are mine now~”
“Tzk. You are awfully brutal in the shower.”
>She plants a kiss on the back of your head.
>”Sorry, stud.”
“You are forgiven.”
>”Thanks~ I will tell you what... If you keep it somewhat discrete too, you may brag about it as well.”
“Really now?”
>”Mhm. But make him promise to never lose a word about it.”
“That's a given under guys anyway. So you don't have to worry about that.”
>”Wonderful.”
>Your marefriend kisses your neck and then takes a few steps back.
>”I'm going to rinse you off now.”
“And you? You are quite lathered too.”
>She snickers.
>”Oh, I need the soap on me for your front~ Some parts of you are terribly dirty.”
>Just as you wanted to say something, a torrent of water silences you.
>At least it's warm this time.
 
>The downpour ceases once more and the soft rain returns.
>You spit some water out and brush strands of your hair out of your face.
>”Lie down now, please. Or shall I sit on your lap~? I could do that too.”
>Lying sounds good right now, since your back starts to hurt from sitting so awkwardly in this pony-sized tub.
>So you lie down like she wants you to.
>And there she sits, with a wide smile on her lips. In all her soapy glory.
>Almost immediately her gaze wanders up to your crotch.
>Satisfied with what she sees, she gigglesnorts and focuses her eyes back on yours.
>”Someone is happy to see me.”
“Always, Twi. Always.”
>”Just tell me, if you change your mind. I'm open for everything~ Or open everywhere? You decide!”
>Oh man, this mare.
>It gets harder and harder to resist her advances.
>And maybe it's a pointless endeavour anyway  
>Her spells from before revitalized you quite well, so another round would pose no problem at all.
>You just wanted to preserve her strength and concentration, in order that she won't be too tired for her experiments.
>But she must be rested enough if she still is so incredibly eager.
>A quick one couldn't hurt. As long as she initiates it.
>It is more fun that way and your marefriend has probably something planned by now, anyhow.
“We will see... Didn't you want to tell me an embarrassing story about your brother?”
>”Oh, yes. You are right.”
>Twilight smirks.
>”We kinda got distracted... I will just tell it while I wash your chest, stomach and...”
>She licks her lips.
>Yeah, she has definitively something planned.
>”Other parts... But first things first.”
>The shampoo bottle from before levitates towards her and she empties it on her chest and belly.
>With long and slow strokes of her fore legs, she rubs it deep into her fur. Creating a thick layer of foamy bubbles that coat her torso like a white vest.
>All the while keeping eye contact with you and letting out short, husky moans.
>Fuck... This is hot as hell.
>One hoof goes down to her teats, applying some soap there as well.
>She retrieves it with a quiet, throaty moan and beams you a seductive smile.
>”So... All slick and ready.”
>Your marefriend gets on her four hooves and straddles over you.
>Her plot is right in front of your face and that rich, musky smell of her arousal, that you learned to love so much, invades your nostrils
>Twilight lets her tail swish to the side, to give you a short glimpse of her glistening marehood.
>Which helps your penis to gradually overcome it's half-erect state.
>She snickers as she sees it twitch and looks through her legs at you.
>”Where was I... I think it was the teasing part, wasn't it?”
>You gulp and nod.
“Y-Yeah.”
 
>You are a certain purple, cute unicorn now.
>And you are currently showering with your boyfriend, trying hard to seduce him into another depraved act of kinky lewdness.
>Until now he was pretty steadfast... But your sexy back washing technique, that you picked up from a sleazy porn novel, seems to have convinced him into giving into your wish.
>His penis is already getting bigger and bigger with each passing second.
>Nice~
>Only a few inches more and it's ready to go.
>Why he didn't want some sexy shower action, is a mystery to you.
>Kirron is waiting for him, yeah.
>But that isn't a reason to leave his marefriend hanging. Especially if she tries her hardest to get him into her.
>In which hole doesn't matter. As long as he shoots his load deep into you~
>Another dose cannot hurt, since you are not sure if the last one had any effect due to your magic.
>Better safe than sorry.
>Slowly, you settle down on his torso.
>A long, content exhale leaves your mouth as your body makes contact with his. The resulting stream of warm air, flows directly around his cock. Making it twitch another time.
>By Celestia, you love it when it does that. So adorable and hot~
>Okay... Now only some readjustments so that you lie comfy and that your hind-legs aren't hitting his face when you begin to slide all over him.
>You are sure that he will enjoy this treat. Some stallions pay good money to have a mare wash them this way.
>He even will get a happy end~
>And you hopefully too. But that didn't pose a problem until now, so there is no need to worry about that.
>Can you reach everything you need? Hmm... Yeah, this position should do nicely for some foreplay, since you plan not to stay in one place for too long.
>You take a quick look over your withers.
>Aww, he's staring at your perfect pony plot. Completely oblivious of you watching him.
>Perhaps if you wait long enough, he will grab you by your hips and violate one of your tight holes?
 
>He must surely smell how aroused you are... Your marehood began dripping since the moment you entered the shower with him.
>Stupid, sexy human. What does he do to you? Why does he make you so horny?
>This isn't normal... But you like it, so you don't care too much. Nevertheless, you keep it in mind.
>...
>No, he is still just staring. Not even touching you a tiny bit. Looks like you have to take the initiative.
>Or maybe, he wants you to take it... That would be even hotter.
>With a flick of your tail, you get his attention.
“Eyes are up here, stud. I thought you wanted the plot to my story and not my own plot.”
>He blushes and laughs.
>”Oh well... After I took a closer look at yours, I think I might have changed my mind.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“What about your “bruised and spongy flesh”? I don't want to hurt you.”
>”Eh, I can endure that. Don't worry about it”
“Aww... Maybe I should kiss it better?”
>And he could do something with his mouth too...
>You blew him several times now, but he never really ate you out.
>Well, he did it a bit. Not for long however,  since you already came when he stuck his tongue in.
>Yeah~ That is exactly the right treat right now.
>Licking your lips, you scoot your hindquarters closer towards your boyfriend's face.
“But you would have to kiss something back there too... It got so much punishment today, that it is a bit sore.”
>Teasingly slow, you raise your tail. Revealing your wet and glistening pussy to Anon, bit by bit
>You can hear him breathe faster and faster as your mask begins to engulf him.
>Celestia be damned... It's a pity that he can't smell your pheromones, but at least he seems to enjoy the smell of your excitement.
>His cock already begins to leak a small rivulet of his pre... The urge to just lap it up is almost overwhelming.
>Contenance Sparkle... You want some fun out of this, don't you?
>And if you start licking his glorious, pulsating shaft now, you wouldn't be able to stop.
>He has to do his part first. Earn his prize so to speak.
>Anon puts his hands on your cutie marks and gently kneads the flesh underneath them.
>Grinning at you, he spreads your buttocks and lets his tongue graze the sensitive lips of your marehood..
>A hot shudder runs up your spine.
>That's the ticket~
“Ah! Anon~”
>”So, you want some of the good, old number sixty-nine?”
>Huh? What number now?
>You shoot him a confused look.
“Sixty Nine?”
>He laughs and slaps your rump. Eliciting a yelping moan from you.
>”Silly pony. That is how this position is called. When I eat you out and you blow me at the same time.”
>How interesting... Ponies call that “The Cancer” from the zodiac sign. But sixty-nine sounds kinkier.
>Giggling, you let your tail swish across his face.
>Not so fast~
“Who said that I'm going to blow you, stud? As far as I know, you are a few orgasms ahead of me.”
>His face takes a somewhat crestfallen look. How cute.
“But...”
>Your gaze falls on his dick The fluid that runs down on it looks so inviting...
>Just one small taste can't hurt.
>You nuzzle his cock and lick the sticky stream off it..
“Mmhh~”
>Salty and a bit bitter, with a sweet tang... Just how you like it.
>And more is soon to cum~
>Forcing yourself away from your boyfriend's penis, you beam him a sultry smile.
“If you do well enough, I might reward you.”
 
>His smile from before returns, cockier than ever.
>Looks like you have awakened his competitive spirit. Wonderful.
>You are going to blow him either way he is doing good or not.
>There is no doubt of him doing well anyway... And his dick looks far too delicious to turn it down.
>Note to speak of the stuff which will soon coat every taste bud you call your own with it's sticky, creamy texture.
>By Celestia, you want to taste his cum now. Feeling it's stickiness gumming up your jaws and slowly running down your throat.
>Y-Yeah.
>You catch yourself getting closer and closer to his penis with your awaiting mouth open, but you manage to stop just in time.
>It would be a shame if you were too distracted to fully enjoy your boyfriend's tongue.
>Giggling you give his glans a quick kiss and propel yourself gently forwards.
>Your soapy chest, teats and stomach graze and glide over his rock-hard member more than once. Taking it with them as they slide over it.
>Eliciting several deep moans from Anon.
>Maybe you should do that, instead of sucking him off... He seems to like it well enough. You wanted to wash him anyway and sliding all over his body is kind of fun.
>His seed though... You will have to think of something.
>Magic is out of the equation, since you suspect it of corrupting it's effect.
>Hmm...
>Meh... Your mind is far too hazed with lust to think of a solution to this problem. Let's deal with that when it occurs.
>One last time, you let your body brush over your boyfriend's shaft and come to a stop on his stomach.
>Achieving a sitting position on his now slick body is a bit troublesome, but you manage.
>Licking your lips, you scoot a bit closer to his face.
“So...”
>”So.”
>And closer.
>He locks his arms behind your rump, allowing you to angle your hips in a way that gives him full access to your marehood.
>Pony anatomy can sometimes be so troublesome when it comes to interspecies lewdness... But he just knows how to sidestep this issue.
>One more time, you close the distance between your sanctum and his mouth. No more than a hairbreadth of air is between them.
>You put your front hooves on his head and let your hind legs embrace it. His hands wander up your back, steadying you even more.
>Anon looks directly into your eyes. His hot breath directly hits your sensitive, swollen lips.
>It drives you wilder and wilder by the second.
>The anticipation of finally feeling his tongue on and inside you is nearly unbearable now.
>Your clit pops out of it's hood, pushing a small spate of your nectar out.
>It flows from your groin on his sternum, creating a little pool.
“T-Taste me...”
 
>He laps part of the slick pond up before grazing over your lower lips with his tongue. Tracing their outlines with long, deliberate strokes.
>Each of them sending a blissful jolt of electricity up your spine and eliciting a husky moan from you.
>Slowly, it's advances approach your hooded pearl and teases it out of it's hiding place with gentle flicks.
>You pull his head closer to your dripping honey pot. Almost pressing it against your crotch in an attempt to get more from it even faster.
>And it works. Once your clit shows itself, he ceases the opportunity and wraps his lips around it. Sucking hard on it and hindering it's retreat.
>Your eyes shoot open and your mouth escapes a scream of pleasure.
“Yah! Anon!”
>The rapidly building up lust let's your hips move in their own. Grinding your most sensitive parts against his chin, soiling it with your lubrication and increasing your ecstasy even faster than before.
>If he isn't careful, you will reach your climax in mere seconds, which would be a real pity... All this hard work to finally get him between your legs, only to be over in a blink of an eye.
>You try to back your loins away, but your boyfriend's firm grip has your whole body more or less locked.
“Anon.. pleasssssnnnnghaa! ... Stop!”
>But he just blatantly ignores you and continues to mercilessly assault your clit, which franticly tries to retreat back into you.
>Your breathing gets faster and faster as you wildly jerk and twitch around in his arms. Your orgasm boding itself rapidly.
“Anonnnnnn...”
>Just before your pent up lust was about to release itself in a messy explosion, he lets go of your throbbing, abused pearl.
>A deep sigh escapes your lips, and you use the moment of serenity to catch your breath.
>Breathing heavily, you take a look down to your boyfriend, who peppers kisses around your marehood.
>Each kiss is followed by a quick lick of his tongue and a soft gust of air against your thinly pilosed skin.
>By the celestial sisters... This feels so good. His caresses are so gentle but yet give you so much.
>Teasingly slow, he spirals inwards, towards your hot, leaking centre.
“Hnngaah...”
>Gingerly, he lowers you onto his torso.
>Your head slowly settles on his groins. Something hard and warm brushes against the tip of your horn.
>You bow your head back and see his fully erect cock. Twitching in unison with every kiss Anon plants on your marehood.
>It's leaking quite a thick stream of it's delicious, salty lubrication now.
>Running down on it's length and polling right in front of your forehead.
>There is nothing more that you want more right now than to suck it.
>To feel it pulsating and throbbing as it enters your throat.
>To feel it's final and strongest twitch when your lover is ready to unload into you.
>To feel his creamy seed filling your mouth up and savouring it's unique texture and taste as it coats  every inch of your orifice.
>Before finally swallowing all he has to offer down and feel it viscously flowing down your throat.
>That's almost the best part...
>Yeah. This maybe your addiction speaking, but you cannot wait any more.
>Every second not spent, sucking his penis is wasted.
>You quickly roll yourself around on your stomach and shoot your boyfriend a seductive smile over your wither.
>He first looks a bit confused but then nods knowingly. Putting both his hands on your flanks.
>They immediately begin to grope and fondle the area around your cutie marks roughly, eliciting a long hiss from you.
>Now to make him understand what you want...
>Your eyes go half lidded and your lips form a somewhat sad frown.
“Please, Mister human...”
>You lift your hindquarters up and twerk them towards his face.
“Don't hurt me with your sharp teeth and nails... I'm a sensitive filly~”
>Anon's gaze falls on your teats and he beams you a wide, toothy grin.
>The sight of his canines send a cold shudder down your spine.
>Your brain knows what is about to happen, and it doesn't like it.
>Nice~ Just how you like it.
>Satisfied and full of perverted anticipation, you turn your attention back to his shaft.
>You lick your lips and gradually approach it. Taking in and relishing it's masculine, deep musk that the fluid it leaks emits.
>By Tartarus, what does it do to you...  
>One of his hands take a firm grip of your left thigh and you feel the other graze your mammaries as it crawls up your soft underside.
>It fondles and plays with the short fur there before forming a claw and rotationally sinks it's nails into your flesh.
>As short as they may be, the are enough to trigger your instincts and fill your mind with a slight sense of fear.
>You shudder and close the last inch that separates your muzzle from his cock. Planting a quick kiss on it's glans before nuzzling down on it to it's base and inhaling his musk where it is at it's strongest.
>His pheromones haze your mind and another shudder runs down your spine. This time a warm and pleasant one.
>Why... Why does he smell so right for you?
>In return, Anon kisses your clit and then indulges your swollen lips with long and deliberate strokes of his tongue.
>Fully exploring the entirety of one before switching it's sister.
>You really shouldn't fall behind...
>Quickly, you lap up and swallow the small pool of his pre and then give his length a taste of your tongue.
>Letting it follow the tangy rivulet before wrapping your lips around Anon's glans.
>He moans directly into your drenched marehood and the resulting vibrations make you moan into his dick.
>At the same time, he bores all of his nails in the sensitive flesh right below your ribcage and slowly drags them backwards.
>The burning sensation they leave in their wake intensify the lingering fear tenfold.
>Your whole body tenses up and prepares itself for an escape that you will deny it and your brain begs you to find a safer place.
>Immaterial where, just far away from this dangerous predator that is about to tear your defenceless belly up and indulge itself on your innards.
>But you ignore your instincts pleas and wallow in the panic with which it tries to convince you to opt for flight.
>You go down on his pulsating member to feel it entering your throat. Slowly forcing itself in and taking your ability to breath through your mouth away.
>Concentration now... You never actually deep-throated before. Just breath through your nose and everything will be fine...
>Easier said than done, with that distracted mind of yours.
>But you manage and once you hilt on his pelvis, you let your tongue wrap around his cock and begin to swallow empty.
>If you aren't mistaken, your tight throat massaging his shaft with it's muscular walls should feel heavenly for him.
>You hear him moaning and louder and louder with every dry swallow you do.
>Wonderful~
>But you don't want to him to cum too soon... You want to cum together.
>So you let your tongue unwrap itself from him as you go up again. Stopping at his cock's tip to suckle on it and fill your oral cavity with some of the delicious saltiness it leaks.
>That spell of yours does a nice job of satisfying that specific kink of yours.
>Anon starts to trace the outlines of your slick tunnel. Slowly approaching it's entrance and teasing it with quick tongue flicks and sloppy kisses against it.
>His hand has reached your teats now and takes one of them into it's firm grip.
>Slow and gentle at first your boyfriend's he starts to knead them. But soon you feel his nails scrape against the sensitive skin if your nipples as they pinch and tug at them..
>You close your eyes shut, and relish in the desperation of your mind and body as the fear and panic wells up another time.
>It hurts just enough to satisfy your perverted desires..
>Your lust is fueled further when you feel his dexterous muscle enter your slick depths. Wriggling around like a snake that tries to catch it's prey in a burrow.
>It searches for a particular sensual spot and it's attempts to find it drives you wilder by the second, making you double your efforts.
>Again, you go down on his throbbing cock and start to rapidly bop up and down on it.
>Anon's other hand grabs your tail and violently tugs at it. Sending a burst of lust through your nerves and making you yelp in surprise.
>At last, his tongue what it was looking for and immediately assaults it mercilessly with aimless strokes and pokes.
>Your eyes shoot open and the movements of your head ceases from the sudden burst of ecstatic pleasure.
>The two front attack on your genitals and on your tail, which gets yanked every few seconds, is too much for you and your hazed mind too handle
>But Anon takes up your slack and begins to thrust his hips into your mouth. Taking his cock deep into your throat with every push.
>You force yourself down on him to let him penetrate your gullet even deeper than before. Using your tongue to rub and caress his pulsating dick as it enters and leaves you.
>Simultaneously, he lets go of your tail and places two fingers on the tip of your dock. Slowly they wander down on it before tracing your taint and prodding it's inlet
>Still slick from the soap, they effortlessly advances into your rectal tunnel and do beckoning motions against it's folds.
>Your eyes roll into your sockets and you can barely coordinate your tongue's actions any more. They get more and more irregular and random as a familiar pressure in your loins builds up at a rapid rate.
>Now you will cum before him...
>Mustering all your remaining strength and concentration, you brace yourself up and continue your bobbing from before.
>Now your head moves opposed to his thrusts, allowing an even deeper penetration than when he face-fucked you.
>The urge to gag is nearly overwhelming now, but you suppress it.  
>Your tongue is wrapped around the midsection of his cock, squeezing it tightly and massaging it as good as you can manage.
>More and more of your nectar leaves your marehood as it spasms and convolutes around your boyfriend's tongue.
>You push your rump hard against Anon's face and hand. Coercing their corresponding appendages  you to invade your depths further.
>He lets it happen and begins to grind his chin against your rapidly winking clit while his tongue swirls around in you like a whisk, stirring your juices deep inside you.
>Anon must be close too, since you can feel his dick twitching violently and the taste of his cum starts to fill your mouth.
>Your eyes roll up into their sockets and you slam your muzzle against his pelvis. Sucking his length into your throat.
>With one last flick of his tongue against your g-spot and one last scrape of his fingers against the ripples of your bowels it's all over.
>Blue and pink stars appear before your inner eye and your body lets loose.
>At the same time Anon's groins jerk upwards as his own climax hits him.
>A wave of pleasure washes over you and your marehood clenches down hard on his dexterous muscle. Milking it desperately for seed that it will never gets.
>Instead it is shoot up your throat and you instantly back up to feel it where you want it.
>Inside your mouth.
>A strong gush of your nectar is forced out of your marehood. Splashing against his chin and neck.
>You can hear him swallowing your love efforts as several spurts of his thick seed splatter against you palate and tongue.
>More and more of the sticky, salty cream that you desire so much, fills your orifice and prolongs your orgasm with it's effects.
>Both of you continue to pleasure your lover as you exchange bodily fluids. Of which no drop is wasted.
>When the last dash of cum hits your tongue, you let his cock exit you with a silent pop.
>Anon retrieves his tongue and kisses your pearl, sending a gentle, ecstatic aftershock through your nerves.
>You turn around and shoot him a sultry look.
>Slowly and carefully, you open your mouth. Showing to him how full it is with his cum.
>He smiles at you and strokes your chin and throat with the sides of his fingers.
>Taking this as a sign that he is satisfied with it, you close it again and relish the slightly bitter taste before swallowing it all with a big gulp.
>A warm sensations spreads through your body as it runs down your throat.
>Y-Yeah... Your magic interfered with it's addictive effects... T-That's now for sure...
>G-G-Good to know...
>But what you now need is closeness to your boyfriend while you ride this out,
>Your vision already starts to get blurry and far too colourful to be normal.
>Luckily, Anon sees your distress and pulls you onto his chest.
>He wraps his arms around your barrel and you happily snuggle into his loving embrace.
“Hold me f-for a while... Will you?” you whisper into his ear.
>”Of course.”
“Thank you, stud. I love you.”
>”I love you too, Twi.”
>You bury your muzzle into the crook of his neck and close your eyes.
>Hopefully, this won't last for too long.
 
>The magical cloud still pours it's warm rain down on you. Every drop hitting you like a miniature, wet bomb and leaving small craters in your body.
>No painful though... Only annoying.
>But Anon's gentle hold will protect you from this treacherous attack... You thought, you could trust this thing.
>Apparently not.
>First thing tomorrow, you will... or yesterday? Mhmm... Time is a strange concept.
>Who gets to decide what is what? And when is when?
>Princess Celestia? Princess Luna, or even Cadence? Or is there a fourth Alicorn that controls time?
>Princess... Princesses... Where are their parents? Shouldn't they be queens?
>You roll on your side.
“Hmmm...”
>Queen Celestia... Has quite the ring to it.
>Where were you going with this?
>Your brain feels like mashed potatoes with.... With... What goes well with mashed potatoes?
>Cheese, doesn't it? Some cheese would be nice right now.
>Maybe you could fix some up later... Or you could order something... Like... Like...
>Hmm... What would be nice right now?
>Something that gives you all these calories back that you just lost... or lust. Heh.
>Fucking is fun. And good for your health.
>If you keep this up you will be slimmer than ever in no time!
>You snicker and push his arm off his chest. Why? You don't know. It seemed appropriate.
>Anon laughs and rests his other arm on your side. Lazily petting and fondling your cutie mark.
>Ah you know! Pizza! With every topping... even the things only Pinkie orders.
>Like cupcakes and gummy worms.
“Hehe... Worms...”
>”Huh?”
>You open your eyes to see what is going on outside of your mind.
>Your mind is fun, but it doesn't have colours. Only thoughts.
“Pretty.”
>So many different coloured shapes float around in the air before your eyes.
>You reach and paw for them, but your hoof just goes through.
>How annoying... But if you would be a colourful shape, you would stay in this bodyless form too. So no other ponies could touch you.
>Speaking of ponies... Who is this?
>A little, green pony with a question mark as a cutie mark stands on your boyfriend's shoulder, waving at you.
“Heh... Hi there.”
>”Hey, Twi.” a voice responds to you. You are not sure if it belongs to the pony or Anon.
>Giggling, you cuddle deeper into your lovers embrace and continue watching the small pea-coloured equine.
>It looks at you expectingly.
>You stare back, waiting for it to do something funny.
>But it just shrugs and peels his cutie mark off.
>Slowly it trots towards you, question mark in hoof, and plants it on Anon's right breast.
>Right next to his nipple... What’s up with that, anyway? Why does he have nipples? Isn't he a male?
>Is he?
>You let your tail swish around until it hits something solid.
>Yep, definitively a male. Phew... got you worried there for a second.
>Your new diet plans would have been ruined.
>A chuckle comes from somewhere and you turn to the source of the noise.
>Anon is widely smiling at you and you immediately return that smile.
>”Everything alright, Twi?”
>Yes.
>...
>Wait... Did you say that or just thought it?
>Well, too late now. You or him might never know.
>You press your muzzle deep into the skin of his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.
>He smells so nice... Makes you feel protected and safe.
>Slowly but steadily, you start to drift away when something in the corners of your eyes catch your interest.
>Four other ponies climb from Anon's right arm on his chest.
>They all look like your friends, except palette swapped.
>Rarity has Pinkie's colours, Pinkie's has Rainbows, Fluttershy has Rarity's and Rainbow has Fluttershy's.
>How peculiar and incredibly adorable. You want to keep them all as pets.
>You would give them cute names, like Pinkity and Flutterdash, and love and feed them everyday.
>So you reach a hoof out to pet them, but they back away and shake their head in unison with quite grim looks on their faces.
>Rude... Now you don't want them as pets any more.
>Retrieving your appendage, you decide to watch first watch them for a bit. Maybe they have something planned?
>You hope it's something funny.
>And indeed they have... One by one they show you their flanks.
>Each of them has a strange cutie mark... Looking like strongly stylized letters made out of elements of their original cutie marks.
>E... C...  R... U... ?
>Strange.
>Fluttershy steps forward and peels her cutie mark off and plants it next to the question mark.
>”E?” Hmm...
>Then Rainbow Dash flies into the skies of your bathroom, does some flips and dive-bombs her cutie mark besides Fluttershy's.
>Did she hurt him?!
>Shocked, you look at your boyfriend, But he seems unmoved by it and just looks back at you.
>Friendly and caring as ever.
>He must be tougher than he looks, because that was quite an impact from Flutterdash there.
>You sigh in relief and return your gaze to the four ponies.
>They are still there... Seemingly waiting for you.
>Once they know that they have your full attention back, RainbowPie bounces forward on her rump and leave her cutie mark next to the others.
>How funny. A quiet laugh escapes you.
>It now reads “URE?”
>She flank-hops back to the others and lands flat on her stomach with a pomf.
>Laughing, she points at Pinkity, who fixes her mane and uses her magic to float the “C” over to the rest of the letters.
>It gracefully lands and completes the sentence.
>”CURE?”
>Huh? Cure?
>There was something you wanted to create a cure for... But for what?
>You shoot them a confused look.
>They all giggle and point at something below you.
>A bright blush creeps on your face. You don't want them to see your boyfriend's junk and let your tail cover it.
>But you now know what they meant.
>Your addiction...
“I'm working on it!”
>”Twi?”
>Flutterdash taps her ankle, as if there was a watch.
“Don't pressure me!”
>Rarishy does beckoning motions with her hoof.
>Anger starts to well up inside you. Why don't they leave you in peace? That is not their problem!
“Go away!”
>”Twilight?!”
>Anon shakes you, but you ignore him and point at the four nuisances.
>Suddenly a black pony walks directly out of your hoof.
>Scared, you immediately pull it back and take a good look at the new guest.
>It... It looks like you. Only malnourished and thin.
>So, so thin...
>The four ponies all slowly back away from it as it trots towards them.
>Black Twilight's head yanks around. Her eyes, fallen in and glowing faintly green, staring at you.
>Her lips form a distorted grimace, revealing a black, endless void.
“NO! Leave them be!”
>”Twi?!”
>You swat a hoof at the black you and it bursts into a greyish mist, that disperses quickly.
>But so do the other ponies and the letters.
>Breathing heavily, you franticly overlook the area where this creepy scene played out... Nothing remained... Only the tan skin of your boyfriend.
 
>Where did your friends go? You could swear you aimed just at the evil Twilight.
>Hesitantly, you extend your neck to look for them, but to no avail. They are nowhere to be found.
>Aww...
>That wasn't your intention at all, even if they kinda pressured you.
>Or did they?
>Did you overreact?
>Uhh... You can't tell. Your brain still doesn't feel solid enough to think properly.
>But at least you are almost out of your stupor now. But judging from all these pretty colours that still surround you, the visual effects still seem to linger for a while longer.
>Meh. You kinda liked this blissful stupidity. No worries... No bad thoughts... Well, except for the creepy ending, but it that was most likely your subconscious trying to tell you something.
>Funny how the pony mind works. Maybe you should write a short essay about your experiences.
>...
>And reveal to anypony that you were addicted to the semen of an extraterrestrial? Nah... Better not. That would be embarrassing as tartarus and probably kill your parents too.
>Yawning quietly, you stretch your legs.
>Hmm... Looks like the time for dilly dallying is over.
>The effects of his cum seem strong, yet rather short lived when consumed orally. Interesting.
>Last time you experienced this... this... What did he call it? High? Yeah... That was it.
>It was much stronger and more intense in all it's aspects. Especially in the visual department.
>Like a colourful, surreal and oneiric eternity.
>A sharp pain suddenly shoots through your head like burning lightning. You groan and and rub your temples in attempt to soothe the agony.
>It helps... Even if only slightly.
>All those bright colours and blurry outlines that everything has, are starting to give you a headache.
>A pretty bad one...
>Why won't the shampoo bottles stay still?!
>Celestia be damned! You just want one point to focus on... A reality anchor. Something!
>”Twilight? Everything alright?”
>Huh? A voice?
>Are your miniature friends back?
>Hopefully. You want to apologize to them.
>Slowly, you turn your head to the origin of the voice.
>It belonged to Anon... Who has quite a worried look on his face.
>That won't stop contorting and morphing either... It's creepy, but you know who is behind this ever changing grimace.
>Your loving boyfriend, who worries and cares about you. Instantly, your headache gets a whole lot better and a warm feeling starts to spread through your body.
>There you have it. Your reality anchor.
>You aren't capable of forming any complex sentences now, so the following will have to do.
>Beaming him a wide and wonky smile, you nod at him.
“Yah! Thanks...”
>Anon chuckles and puts the arm you shoved off before, over your body again.
>Giggling, you tug your front hooves under his forearm. You like being this close to him.
>”Okay then. Are you cold?”
>Hmm... Are you?
>The water isn't as warm as it was in the beginning. So, yes... Kinda.
>But on the other hoof, you don't want leave the tub right now.
>Now that you have accustomed to the wacky world that is your bathtub, you are honestly a bit scared of what your bathroom will look like.  
>So many lucent spheres and other indescribable forms... They are kinda soothing and relaxing to look at.
>This orange one in particular caught your interest... Swimming through the air, like a whale in the ocean.
>It even moves it's backside like one.
“Hmm...”
>”Are you feeling cold, Twi?” he repeats.
>Oh, he asked you something.
>Should you lie to him?
>Would he be angry if he found out that you did?
>You blankly stare at him while you ponder your options, and the worried look from before returns to his face.
>Laughing awkwardly, he gives your muzzle a quick rub.
“Heh.”
>”We should better get out...”
>Aww... But it's most likely for the better.
>A cold is nothing to be taken light-heartedly.
>Especially, if you want to find a cure and make your small, palette-swapped friends proud.
>That's the least you can do, after you killed them.
>What... What nonsense are you thinking?
>Seems like his seed has still a greater effect on your mind than you thought.
>Hehe... What silly thing did Anon say when his favourite comic book series got cancelled?
>Press “F” to pay respects?
>So you press the closest thing to a “F”, which is the faucet, and do a little salute.
>Anon watches your ridiculous display and chuckles before ...
>”Oh, Twi...”
>... Cradling you in his arms, like a mother would a foal, and carefully standing up.
“Don't slip!” you blurt out.
>”I won't. Don't worry, Twi.”
>The shower curtains are drawn open by an invisible force, which turns out to be his foot after a quick check.
>Wow... Is this how he always sees the world? Everything looks so small. And the ceiling is so close... You could touch it if you wanted.
>This looks far more impressive than it has any right to be, but heck you are enjoying it.
>Sounds of awe and wonder escape your lips as he steps out of the tub, and you cuddle closer into his embrace to prevent any accidental plummets.
>You are pretty high right now after all... Heh. Good one.
>Making a mental note to tell him about this joke later, you soak in your surroundings.
>It's totally different than in your tub... Instead of blurry and washed out colours, everything is completely over-saturated with very clear and sharp outlines.
>Almost like the drawings in a comic book.
>What did this sudden change cause to happen? The different lighting maybe?
>If you were any less drugged up right now, you would investigate this further.
>But for now... You just want to take in all the pretty colours.
>A wide smile appears on your face and Anon laughs when he sees it.
>”I guess, you are having a fun time.”
“Uhu.” you say, distracted.
>You have neither the time, nor the mental capacity to form a more elaborate answer.
>This... This is too wonderful not to turn your full attention to it.
>Anon quietly laughs and carefully kneels down, allowing you to slide out of his arms.
>One by one your hooves make contact with the tile floor.
>Were they always that cold and hard? Strange...
>But each is shining like a small star in the white light of your lamp.
>You plant your rump on the ground with a wet noise and look around.
“Ooooo...”
>Your boyfriends pats your head and turns it with a finger so it faces his.
>”Wait here for a moment, okay? I will get the towels real quick.”
“Okay.”
>He beams you a smile and then walks towards your towel rack.
>You let your gaze follow his naked form for a bit, before something in the corner of your eyes catches your interest.
 
>It's the terrycloth rug that Rarity got you last year... After you used your old one to wipe acid off your bedroom's floor.
>You wanted to create a new mineral-dissolvent for specific gem-streaked metal ores, whose gem veins gave you trouble to properly start a reaction with the metal.
>Sadly, it just corroded the vial and nearly ruined your whole bedroom.
>Oh my... That was one crazy day full of scientific shenanigans and near death experiences.
>But that's not why it caught your interest... Oh no.
>The reason that you are so fascinated by it right now is, that you can see almost every fibre and thread that was used to weave the rug.
>And to the smallest detail too.
>You lie down on your belly to inspect your new and fuzzy centre of attention closer.
“Uhh...”
>It's like a new whole world made out of purple and pink fabric.
>Your breath makes the fibres sway slightly from side to side like culms in the wind.
“Hehe.”
>How wonderful.
>You rest your head on the soft rug and rub it all over it.
>Hmm.... It's so soft. Almost unnaturally soft and smooth.
>Another side-effect of Anon's seed? Probably. But you cannot be sure.
>This need further testing~
>Getting up again, you walk on the rug and let your body collapse onto it with a quiet, dull noise.
“Pomf!”
>You hear Anon laughing in the background, but you don't care.
>By the celestial sisters... This... This is bliss.
>Each short, firm and yet soft fibre is palpable in such an intense manner that your mind almost can't comprehend all this sensory input any more.
>You need to feel this all over your body!
>So you start rolling around on the rug and more than one content moan and sigh escapes your lips as you do so.
>How can this be so enjoyable.
>Also you get dry at the same time, which is a pleasant side effect.
>You close your eyes to get the most out of this blissful experience as you lose yourself in it.
>So much so, that you don't notice Anon walking up to and kneeling down next to you.
>Just as you were about to begin to rub your back over the rug, you feel five points of pressure being put on your stomach and chest.
>They start to wildly swirl around on them. Tickling, massaging and fondling the fur on your sensitive underside and making you break out into a giggle fit.
>Your boyfriend can't stop himself from starting to laugh either.
>Hopefully you don't hit him accidentally with your hooves. That would be a shame.
>For a while he continues to assault your underside, before stopping and helping you into an upright position again.
>You open your eyes again and see Anon smiling at you.
>He almost looks normal now... How sad... Looks like this was the last burst of joy, you got out of your addiction.
>But everything has to end some time, you guess. It was fun while it lasted.
>”Had fun, Twi?”
>A bright blush creeps on your cheeks and you meekly nod.
“Yeah.”
>”Wonderful.”
>He drapes a towel over your neck and withers. It still feels more intense than it has any right to be, so at least the heightened tactile-sense still seems to linger around for a bit longer.
>”How are you feeling?” he asks you, as he starts to gently rub your mane and head dry.
“My brain still feels a bit mushy and spongy.... But most of the effects are gone, save for that everything feels so much nicer and softer.”
>You lean into his touch and relish in the sensations it gives you.
“Thank you.”
>”Just making sure, my favourite pony is feeling good. “
>His hands move the towel down to your upper back.
>”So everything feels nicer, huh? Even right now?”
“Uhu... You can't imagine how good this feels. Every touch is intensified like, like... Tenfold!”
>He whistles and dries your ribcage, sending a pleasant shudder up your spine.
>”Really now? Should I dry you off extra slow and careful then?”
“That would be lovely. Thanks, stud.”
>”Everything for the mare I love. I'm just glad that you are speaking again... I really don't like it when you are lost in your own little world.”
>Aww...
>You nuzzle his chin.
“Were you worried?”
>”A bit. You screamed at invisible things in the tub before... That startled me a bit.”
>Oh...  That incident.
“I'm sorry, stud. I just have trouble differentiating reality from imagination when your stuff kicks in...”
>Your boyfriend flinches when he hears the words “your stuff”.
>”What did you see?”
>Should you tell him?
>You don't want to make him worry even more than he already does or did.
>But it would be probably better if you did.
>So you take a deep breath and beam him a smile.
“Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow and Pinkie.”
>He looks rather surprised at you. Seems like he didn't expect that.
>”How nice.”
>Anon is now working on your lower back and you try hard not to start moaning from the closeness of his touch to your rump.
>Oh my... If this feels already so heavenly, you wonder what sex would feel like in your state right now.
>Or a double dose of his cum.
>Could you convince him to go again?
>He doesn't have to pleasure you, as long as he shoots it somewhere inside your body.
>You catch yourself delving deeper into progressively naughtier thoughts, before you manage to shake them off.
>No... This is your addiction speaking... And you nearly gave into it.
>Now you finally understand the meaning of your hallucination from before.
>And he has to know.
>”Twi?”
>His voice snaps you back into reality.
“Oh. Sorry. I was lost in thought.”
>He chuckles and takes your right foreleg into his hands to dry it as well.
>”No problem. So why did you scream at them then? Were they scary looking?”
“Quite the opposite, to be exact. They were all palette swapped and tiny and cute and what not.”
>”Palette swapped? That sounds adorable. Did Rarity had Fluttershy's colours?”
>You giggle and float the other towel over to you with your magic.
>Seems like he already has towelled himself down, but his hair still looks wet. So you wrap it around his head.
“No. She had Pinkie's.  And Pinkie had Rainbows. Who had Fluttershy's, and she had Rarity's, I even gave them new names.”
>”Let me guess. Pinkity, Rainbow Pie, Flutterdash and Rarishy?”
>How did he know?
“Exactly. Did I say their names or what?”
>”Hehe, no. But they seem pretty obvious to me.”
>You shoot him a wink.
“Or we just think alike~”
>”Or that. What did they do to deserve your wrath?”
>Finished with your right appendage, he lets it go and concentrates on it's counterpart.
“It's a silly story...”
>”I like silly stories. So go ahead.”
“Okay...”
>You tell him what happened in your hallucination up to the point where the black you showed up.
>Which was not an easy task, since he moved on to your hind legs and thighs... So you had to concentrate extra hard, not to pounce at him like a hungry manticore.
>”Their cutie marks formed the word “cure?`? How peculiar. Maybe that was your subconscious trying to tell you something. I think, I read about something similar back on earth.”
“You did?”
>”Yeah. Some guy took a heavy dose of a very strong hallucinogenic drug and saw humans that told him about something evil that grew inside his body. The next day, he went to the doctor and he told him that he had developed cancer.”
>Creepy... But very interesting.
“Did he survive?”
>”Yep. They diagnosed it just in time and were able to treat him properly.”
“How nice. And I already came to the same conclusion as you... But that's not all.”
>”Huh?”
“There were two more ponies. A green one, who planted the question mark and a black one.”
>Anon chuckles.
>”A green one? Perhaps that was me?”
>You don't know why he sometimes associates the colour green to himself. His skin is tan... But he has a point there.
“Yeah... Because than every pony represents someone who knows about our relationship or is directly involved in it.”
>”Hmm... Okay. And the black pony?”
“That one... Was me.”
>”You? How so?”
“It looked one-to-one like me. Only that it was black and malnourished.”
>A sound of disgust leaves your lips.
“She directly walked to my friends and then stared at me... With those sunken in eyes of hers. I got frightened and feared that she will do something to them... So I swatted at her.”
>”Yeah, I felt that.”
“Did I hurt you?”
>”Nah. I'm a big guy.”
“For me.” you say, giggling.
>”Exactly.” Anon chimes in with your snickering, “What happened next?”
>You shrug and unwrap the towel from his head.
“Nothing much. They all disappeared into thin mist and I started looking for them. But to no avail and then delved into my thought again.”
>”Fair enough... But the black Twilight you described, reminds me an awful lot of the creepy AJ I saw before... Turn around a bit, please. I want to dry your tail.”
“Of course.”
>So you do an one-eighty turn on the spot and lift your tail as high as you can.
“And now that you mentioned it... You're right. But Applejack wasn't black back there, was she?”
>”No. But the creepy thing that came out of her was.”
“Hmm...”
>Is there a correlation between these?
>The answer is yes, if it really doesn't turn out to be an addiction at all.
>You will keep that in mind.
>At the moment 50% of your observations speak for an addiction and the other 50% do not. So you can't be sure.
>Tonight will be very long and exhausting...
>Now you have to perform two entire different series of tests, instead of one.
>And both are complicated and require expensive materials.
>You sigh and shake your head.
“Well...”
>”Hmm?”
>At least you are relaxed to the core now and can start your experiments freshly energized.
“Nothing, stud. Just thought about tonight.”
>He wraps the towel around the hairs of your tail and lets it run along it's length.
>The slight tugs and yanks still feel very nice, but not as intense as before.
>”Okay. What about AJ and black Twi?.”
“I made a mental note. It could come in hoofy later.”
>”Handy.”
“No.”
>”Pfft.”
>Anon gives your tail a last, quick rub down and then frees it from the towel's grasp.
>It flies above your head and lands on the floor in front you with a wet slap.
>”So.”
>You let out a content sigh and look at him.
“So.”
>”Do you want me to brush your mane and tail?”
>Do you?! Of course!
“That would be lovely. Thank you, stud.”
>Using your magic, you open the small cupboard and levitate a white and golden brush, made out of various precious metals and very rare jewellery stones out of it.
>”Oh wow... Where did you get that?”
>He takes it out of your magical hold and inspects it closer.
“From my mother, as a house warming gift. She got it imported from Saddle-Arabia.”
>Like every time your boyfriend is impressed, he whistles.
>You love that aspect of him. It's adorable.
>”Saddle-Arabia huh? Then I don't even want to know what it costed.”
>You giggle and scoot closer to him.
“Me neither. So don't break it.”
>”I would neve- Whoa!”
>Oh no! Did he let it fall?!
>Worried, you yank your head around only to see your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear, with the brush dangling in his hand.
“Anon!”
>He laughs and pats your head.
>”Just messing with you. Now turn your cute head around again, so I can brush your pretty mane.”
“Flatterer~”
>”You know, you like it.”
 
“Indeed. So never stop praising my beauty, grace and intelligence!”
>Anon takes a strand of your mane into his hand and lets the brush's bristles sink into it.
>”I never said something about grace and intelligence. Just that you are cute and your mane is pretty.”
>They slide down through it in a fluid motion.
“Hey!”
>You chirrup your tail against his chest, making him yelp.
>”I was joking , of course. You are the most graceful and intelligent unicorn out there.”
>And are brought back up again to comb another streak.
“Better.”
>He chuckles and works his way through the knots and hair clumps of your mane.
>The two of you have fallen in relative silence, while he does this.
>So you begin to hum a slow song. The same one you hummed yesterday, when he brushed you in his bathroom.
>Your boyfriend soon chimes in when he realizes what song you are humming.
>You close your eyes and concentrate on his sign of affection, accompanied by a soothing melody.
>It feels nice to have somepony else do this. Brushing yourself is quite a pain in the flank, even as an unicorn.
>How Applejack and Pinkie do it is a mystery to you.
>But that is not your problem. You have now your own personal human boyfriend who can brush you everyday.
>Well, as long as he is with you when you need to be brushed.
>And is willing, of course.
>You would never force non-consent brushing on him. That would be cruel.
>The song's second verse kicks in and Anon tilts your head slightly to the side, so he can reach your upper mane.
>With gentle and precise strokes, he tames your highlights and puts them back were they belong.
>He bumps a few times against your horn, but it doesn't bother you. It's hard enough to endure a bit of punishment.
>Also it reminds you of something... When was the last time, you polished and moisturised it?
>Probably over a week ago.
>You sigh internally... Last week was pretty stressful.
>And proper horn care is important, or else the thin, velvet skin on it dries out and then crackles.
>This happened to you once, in your college years and it was a painful experience.
>Maybe he can do that for you too? It's not as bothersome as brushing yourself, but still takes a good amount of effort to get it right.
>Besides, it would probably feel ten-times better.
>My, oh my. That sounds like you are exploiting him for your own personal pleasure.
>Hopefully, he doesn't get it this way.
“Anon?”
>”Hmm?”
>He let's the brush slide a last time through your mane and then smoothes a few stray hairs out with his hand's palm.
>”So all finished. What is it, Twi?”
“If it isn't to much trouble for you, could you maybe polish my horn? It has been a while since I last have done it.”
>”Polish your horn? I guess I could, if you tell me how.”
“You really don't have to, if you don't want to. If you want to get going soon, that's fine with me too.”
>Anon grabs you by the withers and turns you around, so that you face him.
>His lips bear a big, friendly smile.
>”Nah. Kirron can wait for five minutes longer. He isn't my marefriend after all.”
>You giggle and return his smile.
“That would be creepy. But he would have one more horn to polish.”
>”Two more.”
>Huh?
“What do you me-”
>A bright, crimson blush spreads across your cheeks when the realization what he meant hits you.
“Anon! Ewww!”
>He laughs heartily and bops you on the shoulder.
>”You can't outhorn the Kirron, Twi. And now tell me...”
>You are not sure if you can get the mental image of Kirron's “horn” ever out of your head...
>Anon gently flicks the tip of your horn. Sending a soft shudder down your spine.
>”How should I do this? Do I just take a towel and rub it until it shines?”
>As pleasurable and tempting as this sounds, it has less to do with horn care and more with getting you off.
>And sadly, that is secondary right now.
>So you let your magic hover a tub of horn polish and a special polish rag out of the cupboard and into his hands.
>”Feels silky...”
“It's made out of Hollow Shades Widow silk.”
>He shoots you a confused look.
>”Hollow Shades Widows?”
“A breed of giant spiders. Roughly as big as a pony and about as broad. They are not very poisonous, though. They hunt their prey with their strength and speed.”
>”Creepy... And ponies collect their silk to make rags out of them?”
“Uhu. It's nearly as durable and resilient as steel, with only a fractions of the metal's weight.”
>”Why don't you guys make armour out of it then? To me it sounds like the perfect material for it.”
>Good question. And you have a good answer for it.
>By Celestia, you love teaching others stuff. Especially your boyfriend.
>Not that he is stupid or something like that. But he is always genuinely interested in the stuff you tell him.
“For one it's highly flammable. Even the smallest spark is enough to set it ablaze.”
>”Okay.”
“Also due to it's arcane properties caused by the spiders special diet, it is a so called “tertiary magical catalyst”.”
>”A what now?”
>Snickering, you let the rug float into the air.
“Meaning that every magic user can use it to channel his or hers spells through it. Look.”
>You close your eyes and prepare a simple light spell.
>Without any effort you manage to channel it through the rag instead of your horn and the bathroom is illuminated in a soft orange glow.
>”Oh wow...”
>Cancelling the spell, you carefully levitate the silken patch back into his hands.
“See? Any spellcaster could target his enemies ranks without the need to aim or having to worry about accidentally hitting an ally.”
>Anon whistles.
>”Makes sense now, that you guys don't use it as armour. But what special diet gives it it's magical properties? Unicorns, maybe?”
“By Celestia, no! If that would be the case, I'm sure they would be extinct by now!”
>”On what do they feed then?”
“Hollow Shade Widows mostly live and hunt in underground caverns. And like most animals, they need a certain amount of magical energy, that is sparse there, to survive. So they prey on a special kind of centipede, called “Gemite”, that happens to soak up magic like a sponge.”
>He nods and inspects the rag closer before shifting his attention back at you again.
>”Also giant, I assume?”
“Yep! Those centipedes can grow up to twelve metres in length. And when a spider manages to catch one, it usually feeds on it until it's prey is sucked dry and nothing more than a hollow husk. Of course that give it much more magical energy than it needs, and this excess magic gets integrated into the spiders silk.”
>Another whistle from your boyfriend.
>”Well then. Thanks for the lesson, Twi.”
>You laugh and nuzzle his fist.
“No problem, stud. I love to give you lessons about equestrian wild life.”
>”And I love getting them from you... But, you still didn't tell me how to polish your horn properly.”
>Oh, yeah... You kinda got carried away.
“Sorry. Just take some of the polish and gently rub it into my horn until it feels “squeaky”. You know, like when your skin when you used too much soap.”
>”Sounds easy enough. Anything else I should mind?”
“Not really. Just follow my horn's spiral from it's base and don't use too much polish... It's very expensive.”
>”Got it. Bow down a bit please.”
>You do so, and watch your boyfriend as he opens the small tub.
>He dips the rag into it and you soon feel it on the base of your horn.
>With circular rubbing motions, he begins to work it into it's skin.
“Hmm~”
>This feels nice. Especially when he polishes the groove of your spiral, which contains most of your horn's nerve ends.
>Slowly, magic starts to channel through your horn and thus making it more sensible to his touch.
>If you aren't careful and in full control of yourself, this can quickly get out of hoof.
>Hornjobs always got you off extra fast... Even if most of them, were self-given.
>And magicum not only glows, but also stains everything it comes in contact with. Including skin and fur.
>The last time some got on your coat, you had to wear a scarf for over a week to cover that embarrassing, bright purple stain.
>Luckily, nopony saw it and it faded away naturally.
>Slow and steady, he makes his way up your horn's spiral. Only stopping to to apply more polish and rework parts that don't feel squeaky enough yet.
>”Good so?”
“Y-Yes.”
>Hopefully, he didn't notice your stutter.
>”Wonderful.”
>Anon has reached your horn's middle section now, and his attentiveness to your natural given catalyst made it gather quite a copious amount of ambient magical energy.
>Which of course made it even more sensitive to your boyfriend's rubbing and polishing.
>Especially since he now started to get a bit rougher and more erratic with his movements.
>By Celestia... You have a hard time to not find this arousing.
“Anon...” you quietly moan.
>Your breathing begins to get faster and shallower.
>He chuckles and just continues polishing your horn with no change in his technique.
>Either he isn't interested in jerking you off, or he just teases you.
>You so hope that it's the latter.
>Gradually, his hand approaches the tip and finally engulfs it with the rag.
>You can feel the untamed magic inside your horn thicken and getting denser by the second.
>Horngasms are so different from a normal orgasm, that is why you like them so much.
>Instead of long climax, that releases itself over a few seconds. It's a short and very ecstatic burst of lust.
>With the added benefit of not having a sticky, wet mess from your marehood.
>And you can sense one coming. Rapidly.
>One last time, he removes the rag to apply more polish.
>You inhale and exhale sharply with every stroke that goes over the spiral of your horn.
>Faster and faster, his hand flies over your bony growth.
>He must surely know what’s happening to you... Your eyes are clenched shut, your cheeks feel like they are on fire and several times a husky moan escaped your lips.
“Hnng...”
>With one last brush along your length, he ceases his movements.
>”So all finished...”
>W-What? No...
>Just as you were about to say something, you feel his hand wrap around your horn and a hot jolt of electricity rushes through you.
>”Now we come to the happy end.”
>That is what you wanted to hear.
>You just have to remember, not to hit your boyfriend with your load or else parts of him will be purple for a while.
>”Ready?”
“Y-Yeah.”
>Anon leans down and plants a quick kiss on your lips. Grazing them with his tongue, before retreating again.
>”Enjoy.”
>And with that said, he tightens the grip on your horn and starts to rapidly jerk it off.
“Yaah!”
>His hands slides over it's slick length in an immense tempo. Maximizing your lust in only mere seconds.
>The hot feeling inside it intensifies as the untamed magic thickens again and readies itself to be released.
>And as fast as it started, it's over.
>In the last possible second, you manage to yank your head to the side and let loose.
>Your orgasms rolls over you and the pent up magical energy bursts out of your horn in an array of stars and strands of thick, concentrated magicum.
>Which lands with loud splashing noises on the tiles of your bathroom floor.
“Aachhyesssssss...........”
>Anon continues to masturbate you and lets his finger graze and brush over the tip of your catalyst.
>Surely soiling them with your sticky, arcane goo.
>This thought alone gives you another burst of pleasure that washes over your body.
>A final, small squirt merely drips out of your horn and you collapse into the awaiting embrace of your boyfriend.
>He locks one arm around your barrel and slowly manoeuvres your shivering form  on his lap and chest.
>Heavily breathing, you open your eyes to look at him with a goofy, but satisfied smile.
>Anon pecks your nose and then moves his fingers, stained with your purple magicum, to his mouth.
>Licking them clean with slow and deliberate strokes of his tongue, while staring into your eyes.
>By Celestia, this is so hot... He just knows how to push your buttons.
>In an instant you shoot out and lock lips with him, wasting no time to invade his oral cavity with your tongue.
>You swirl it around and let it wrestle with his, to get some of the treat you just gave him too.
>A bit egoistic, but well... It's still as fruity as today morning~
>The faint taste of limes and tangerines fills your mouth and you break the kiss with a quick nip on his lower lip.
>Judging by the look on his face, this sudden kiss took him by surprise.
>You press your forehead and muzzle against his chest and take a deep whiff of his scent before resting your head on his shoulder.
“Thanks, stud. That was just what I needed.”
>He chuckles and pats your back.
>”You know, we just did it like five minutes before in the tub.”
“Details. Now shush. Lemme enjoy my afterglow.”
>”Pfft. Do you mind enjoying your afterglow while I carry you to your bedroom? I'm starting to get cold.”
>You giggle and nuzzle his earlobe, eliciting a cute laugh from him.
“Nah. Go ahead.”
>”Wonderful.”
 
>Anon slides an arm under your rump to steady you, and slowly gets up.
>Your whole body still feels a bit jittery and weak from all the mental and physical exhaustion, so you lean against your boyfriends chest.
>The warmth it radiates is soothing and if you listen carefully, you can hear his heart beating in it.
>Such a blissful moment and feeling... If somehow you could let last them forever, you would do so.
>But sadly, there are experiments waiting to be experimented on and mysteries waiting to be solved.
>Quite important ones at that.
>You sigh and open the door for him with a quick spell.
>And Anon surely looks forward to his evening activity too. A night out with this rude minotaur...
>Hopefully they don't drink too much and decide to re-enact historic battles... Again.
>Your boyfriend here would have had a fairly nasty scar across his chest, if you wouldn't have healed the wound so quickly and ran into him in the middle of the night in the first place...
>His whole shirt was torn and full of blood.
>He can be so foalish and irresponsible at times, but you wouldn't want him any other way.
>Scars can be sexy, though... Maybe you should look up spells for illusionary ones.
>Could make an interesting base for an erotic scenario.
>But you are getting ahead of yourself, like always. First you should tackle the real vital and pressing problems.
>Then you can think about spicing up your encounters of the sexy kind.
>Anon walks into your bedroom and gently lowers you towards your bed.
>More sluggish than graceful, you slide out of his arms and onto the mattress, flanks first.
>You yawn and stretch your back, before checking on his clothes. Which should be relatively clean by now.
>”Tired?”
“A bit.”
>And indeed, the orb has changed colour from blue to a blueish grey and almost all of the stains have vanished.
>They still have a pungent stench of your arousal clinging to them... Especially the pants.
“Hmm... I'm not sure any more if one of Spike's perfume is enough to cover that.”
>He sits down next to you and takes the shirt into his hand.
>His nose scrunches up when he takes a whiff from it.
>Okay, now you can see why he thinks that it's cute, when your muzzle scrunches up.
>It really looks adorable.
>”Hmpft... It's tolerable. At least for me.”
“But most ponies would notice, and Kirron for that matter too. Which isn't a problem, since we agreed on you telling him, but still.”
>”Yeah... I don't want to run around, spreading your pheromones either...  Who knows which kinds of crazy  ponies stroll around in the night.”
>Oh my~
“I wouldn't worry about that. Most stallions aren't attracted to mares, who are twice the size as them and easily pack the same amount of muscle.”
>You giggle and poke his upper arm with a hoof which makes him look at you with mocked seriousness and pride.
>”Pfft... I can get any stallion I want. Just you wait!”
“Oh, yeah?”
>”Yeah!”
>Anon crosses his arms and turns his gaze from you to the ceiling.
“Okay. Then we should make sure, that no stallion snatches you away from me...”
>You lean down and pull out a small wooden chest from your bed, where you  keep all the stuff that Spike isn't allowed to have unlimited access to.
>His perfumes, gems with medicinal properties, this freaking ball that screeches like a dying cat when it bounces and the Equestrian Army multi purpose knife, he got from Shining last year.
>Which has far too many blades and things with pointy ends than is good for a growing boy.
>The perfumes should be in the second compartment, you think.
>Ah there they are!
“So... Which one do you want?”
>You show your boyfriend a green bottle in the form of a stag.
“Deepest Woods or...”
>The next one is a round orange flask. Pretty boring design, but you like how it smells.
“Celestia's Delight for Stallions or...”
>”That sounds naughty.”
>He's right...
“Indeed, it does. I never noticed that... It smells nice, though! Take a whiff!
>As you open the flask to hoof it to him, the smells of amber, incense and musk with hints of lily and white pepper invades your nostrils.
>Such a heavenly combination of scents
>It reminds you off summery days in the more mountainous areas of Equestria. Where you used to spend some holidays with your family when you were just a small foal.
>If it wasn't so bloody expensive, you would buy more of it and use it to perfume your home.
>He takes the bottle and carefully waves some of the fragrant fumes to his nose.
>”Hmm! That could work! Where did you get that?”
>You float the cork over to him and close the chest.
“Spike bought it himself, when he started to take his dating attempts more seriously. Do you like it?”
>”I consider buying it myself. But...”
>How nice!
>Not that his natural scent isn't lovely either, but you are sure the perfume would only compliment it.
>Anon splays the shirt over his lap and scratches the back of his head.
>”How do I do this now...”
“What do you mean?”
>”This bottle has no spray thingy.”
>Ah, yes. It's a pour flacon... And just pouring it all over his shirt would be a waste and honestly quite an overkill.
>But luckily you know just the spell to solve this problem!
“Let me handle that!” you say proudly.
>He chucklesnorts and hands you the small bottle back.
>”Do your magic, Miss Sparkle.”
 
“Of course, Mister Mous. In no more than the blink of an eye, your clothes will smell like Canterlot's finest gentlecolt clubs!”
>You pat his hand to signalize that he should keep holding the round flask and begin to channel magic through your horn.
>First you will need some of the fragrant liquid out of the flacon.
>Usually that wouldn't pose any problem, but since you can't really judge how much of the perfume your magic actually affects, it's more fiddly than you imagined.
>Damned be the pony who invented opaque glass.
>But after some attempts you manage to get just the right amount out of it and compress it into a compact, nice-smelling sphere.
>Looks almost like a clear pearl. Pretty.
>Maybe you could create more of them and freeze them in time to use them as some kind of jewellery?
>Rarity would be surely interested in that. Aromatic pearl necklaces... Or earrings.
>If this takes off, you could be filthy rich in no time...
>A project for the future. You take a mental note and concentrate again on what you originally planned to do.
>Now you have to gasify the liquid and cover Anon's clothes with it.
>A simply heating spell should do the trick... But sadly there is almost no Aqshy in your general vicinity.
>But for some reason lots of Ghur... Are beasts running rampant somewhere close?
>Most likely some Timberwolves in the Everfree Forest.
>No... Timberwolves are elementals, earth elementals to be exact, they would invoke Ghyran not Ghur.
>So a hydra or a manticore maybe?
>Anyway...
>You shake the thought off and ponder about converting it into Aqshy.
>Shouldn't be too dangerous since it is it's neighbour on Quaysh, the diagram used to reflect the relationships between the magic winds.
>But also so is Shyish... The wind of death. And that could go awry and out of hoof faster than you would like.
>”Twi? Everything alright?”
“Yah. Just thinking.”
>He nods and brushes a few dust particles off his pants.
>A certain outline in the pockets of his trousers gave you an idea.
“Anon?”
>”Yes?”
“Do you happen to have your lighter with you?”
>”Of courrse! I never leave my house without it. You never know when you need to set something on fire.”
>Giggling, you beckon him to get it.
>”Here you go, Twi.”
“Thanks. Give me a light please.”
>So he does and instantly you can sense the warm and dry wind of Aqshy flooding the room.
>The world Anon came from is devoid of magic, at least from what he told you, but strangely some things he brought with him tend to produce magical winds when they are active. Not much, but usually enough to fuel simple spells.
>Especially his electronics, which emits Azyr, the wind of heavens, and this very lighter here.
>Why? You don't know and it bugs you like nothing else.
>Many nights were spent without sleep, trying to figure out how or why they do this. And of course no test or experiment wielded a single result.
>It's just a mystery which will most likely stay one for ever.
>But it comes in hoofy now.
>Now you won't have any problems more to cast and sustain that heating spell.
>With ease you gather the required amount of Aqshy and channel it into the sphere of perfume.
>It starts to boil and slowly turn into a gaseous mist, which you keep constrained by a magical field so it doesn't disperse into the thin air.
>That would be a shame and honestly quite embarrassing.
>After a short while it fully gasified and you carefully widen the field that restrains the fragrant gas, until it roughly has the width and length of Anon's shirt.
>You slowly let the mist sink into the fabric, and seal it deep into it with a final burst of heat.
“Okay... Now your pants and boxers.”
>Adding some more perfume and gasifying it, you give his legwear the same treatment as his shirts.
>Hopefully, that should have done the trick.
“So. All done. Tell me how they smell.”
>He grabs his clothes and gives each of them a hesitant sniff.
>”Oh wow... The smell is almost completely gone... My pants still smell a bit like you, but they would have to sniff my crotch to notice that. And I don't plan on letting anypony do that tonight.”
>You snicker and playfully bop his shoulder.
“You better not! Only I am allowed to do that from now!”
>”Heh. Don't worry. And thanks, Twi.”
“No biggie. Let me check them really quick, since my nose is more sensitive than yours.”
>Anon presents you his clothes and you diligently sniff at them.
>And indeed, most of your arousal got covered up by the perfume. The few lingering hints of your scent are not very noticeable, even to ponies. So that should do nicely.
>They will most likely think, that they came from normal every day contact.
>Except if he runs into Rarity, but she already know about you anyway...
>She always assumes the most kinky situation possible first, when she smells the scent of others on somepony.
>”And?”
>You beam your boyfriend a smile.
“All clear!”
>”Great! Then I can get dressed and be on my merry way.”
“So eager to get away from me?”
>He chuckles and ruffles your mane.
>”Nah, of course not. But you said, you don't want me here while you experiment and...”
>You and him take a look at the clock. It's five past eight.
>”It's already pretty late.”
“You're right...”
>He chuckles and scratches behind your ear.
>Celestia, how were you able to live without this for so long.
“Okay then... I will be downstairs and finish some more preparations for tonight while you get dressed.”
>Your lips escapes a long. content sigh and you hop off your bed.
>Stretching your four limbs for a bit, you yawn and turn to your boyfriend.
“When you are dressed, please put the used towels into the laundry bin over there, before you leave.”
>”Will do, Twi.”
>He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, which you happily return.
>You break it and look into Anon's eyes, before pecking his nose and trotting towards the door.
“Thanks, stud. See you soon.”
>”No problem. See you soon, my Love.”
>And there they are again... The butterflies in your stomach.
>You open the door quietly, so Spike doesn't wake up and make your way downstairs with a little bounce in your step.
 
>The candles Spike lit are still burning, although very dimly, when you enter your living room.
>Also the mess you and your lover produced is still there... You should better clean it up before it dries in even further than it already has.
>Luckily your floor is wooden and varnished, so cleaning it should be an easy task.
>Your couch on the other hoof... Ruined would be an understatement.
>You walk towards it and sigh deeply when you inspect it a bit closer.
>The combined efforts of your consummated love have sunken in deep into it's fabric and created milky-yellowish stains.
“Buck...”
>But luckily they are still wet, so the same spell you used for Anon's clothes could work here.
>You will have to think of something to cover up or disperse the smell though.
>But that's a problem for future Twilight. Present Twilight has to wipe the floor and work on her cure.
>So you channel once more magic through your horn and assemble the right mixture of magic winds to create the watery familiar.
>It exits through your catalyst the same way as before and you allow it to feast on the ambient magic winds so it can grow and thus absorb more liquids.
>With a mental command, you break the invisible tether between you and the blue, floating sphere and direct into the airspace of your couch.
>Immediately the familiar starts to glow and lowers it's tendril towards the stained fabric.
>Tendrils?
“Maybe I gave it too much power...”
>Some of your former classmates once told you quite horrific stories about familiars who went haywire and started to molest or straight out killed their masters.
>And with those tendrils it's more than well equipped to do that.
>Highly unlikely, but better be safe than sorry.
>You hesitantly touch the nearest tendril and it instantly retreats back from where it came from.
>Looks like it's not interested in pony blood or molesting you after all.
>Well, it's loss.
>Shrugging,you start to whistle a random song and open the closet next to the stairway.
>A mop and a bucket with water and some cleaning solution should do just fine.
>So you take the cleaning utensils out and carry them over to your kitchen, to fill the bucket with water.
>Just add a few drops of the cleaning agent, which Fluttershy recommended you, and you are good to go.
>The water gets a slight greenish tone and begins to emit a strong flowery smell.
>Heh. The slogan on the label is right That stuff really heralds the start of a new floral age of cleaning.
>Now it just has to clean as well as it smells to earn it's place in the hallowed halls of your closet.
>Only one way to find out...
“Mop, mop, mop. I'm mopping my floor~”
>...
>After some diligent mopping and slightly off-tune singing, your floor is now cleaner and smells better than ever before.
>It's like you are standing amidst a field of wild flowers.
>And it took so little time too! That stuff really holds what it promises.
>You would happily let it take over the world to live in it's floral age of cleaning and wonders.
>Giggling, you put the mop aside.
>The agent also seems to smell strong enough to cover up or even disperse your and your boyfriend's musk that lingers in your couch.
>Nice~
>Just after the familiar has finished has it's work, you will mix a slightly more concentrated solution and thoroughly apply it on your sofa.
>Hopefully that will deal with your smell problem.
>You wipe some sweat off your forehead and behold the effort of your hard work and aforementioned sweat.
“Wonderful.”
>”Indeed.”
>Someone behind you claps and quietly laughs.
>Turning your head to the source of the noises, you see a fully dressed Anon with a wide smile on his face.
>”Do you always sing when you clean? I liked it.”
“Not always. Only when I'm in the mood for it..
>You point at your floor and then at your couch.
“But look! I already took care of our mess.”
>He whistles and walks towards the familiar.
>”Is that the same one that cleaned my clothes?”
“Not the exact same one, but it's the same kind of familiar.”
>”Okay. But this one is bigger, isn't it?”
>Anon extends a hand to touch the watery apparition, but it reacts the same way to his touch as to yours before.
>”Oh.”
>You laugh and beckon him to leave it alone.
“Yeah, it is. I might allowed it to gather a bit too much magical energy. So it kinda evolved into it's second stage.”
>”Evolved? How peculiar. Does this mean it has further stages beyond this one?”
“Yep! Five to be exact. And it gains more strength, capability, intelligence and independence with each. Of course it grows in size and magical prowess too. So you have to be careful on how powerful you let it grow, or it might turn against you if it deems you unworthy.”
>Anon's face takes a slightly worried look.
>”But it isn't powerful enough now to do that, is it?”
>Aww, how cute. He is worried about you getting hurt.
>You nuzzle his hand, which makes him cup your head with it.
“Nah. Don't worry about that. I will be fine.”
>A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he kneels down.
>”Okay then. Do you need anything before I go?”
“No, not really. Just one thing.”
>”And that would be?”
“A kiss.”
 
End Part 12