Title:           Twilight Sparkle is addicted to Anon's cum. Part 14
Author:          X-Roads
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First Edit:      Friday 29th of May 2015 04:57:55 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 28th of June 2015 01:09:56 PM CDT

>Time flies by and you talk with your friend about all things important.
>Things like your shared hatred for mayor mare, where in Equestria one can buy the best booze and of course mares and what you like about them.
>You told him about your recent life and he told you about his.
>Naturally his tales were far more exciting, since they more often than not included some kind of fight with a stealing customer, bandits or one of Equestria's various predators.
>He even showed you a necklace he made of manticore and basilisk teeth, which he got blessed by a travelling minotaur shaman he met.
>On the other hand he greatly enjoyed your stories about your everyday life.
>About your work, what you did with your friends, your shenanigans with Spike and Scootaloo and of course your short time with Twi.
>Much to your surprise he wasn't all that interested in your sex life with her. Instead he mostly wanted to know what kind of mare she is, if she likes cuddling and what not.
>Heh, like you said before: He tends to get sentimental when he's drunk.
>This particular bit of conversation lead to some more talk and advice about Rarity, on which he even took some notes.
>You highly doubt he will be able to read them the next morning, but it's the effort that counts.
>The next time you see the white dressmaking mare, after your date has been planned of course, you will carefully start to introduce the minotaur into your talks with her.
>With some luck she will warm up to Kirron and maybe consider giving him a chance.
>About that comb though... You will have to see when it's the best time to give it to her.
>In the distance, you can faintly hear a bell chime twice.
>Huh? Two o'clock already?
>”W-What? Two o'clock alrea... already?”
“Heh, funny.  I just thought the shame shing.”
>Kirron lets out a washed laugh and squints into his mug.
>”Well, friend. I think it's time for me to go to bed. I have to pack all my shit together tomorrow morning and then get going again.”
“Aww... Shat's a pity.”
>”I know, but I got an order to deliver.”
“To where?”
>You burp and finish of the rest of your mug's contents.
>Meh, it's warm and stale... Your drinking speed has steadily gotten slower as time passed. But still you managed to get more than nicely drunk.
>All according to your plan.
>Your plan to get a liver transplant by the age of forty.
>Heh.
>”Tirek's Crossing.”
“Where's shat?”
>He does a gesture that you cannot interpret right now, since you see more than one hand.
>”Somewhere near the Hayseed Swamps. So about two days worth of travel through the Everfree away.”
“Man, through the Everfree? Shat's fucking dangerous.”
>Kirron shrugs and throws his drinking vessel into his cart.
>”I'm not travelling alone. I'm joining a caravan that's delivering some cloud making shit from Las Pegasus to Baltimare.”
“Shey go shrough the Everfree too?”
>”Yah. It's the shortest route. Otherwise they would have to go around the mountain range.”
“Well, okay shen I suppose it's shave. Don't want to shee you hurt or dead.”
>Your friend chuckles and gets up to stash the empty barrels away.
>”Thanks for your concern friend.”
“You're welcome. Should I help you with shomeshing?”
>You grab your things and get up, nearly tumbling over your own feet while doing so.
“Whoa!”
>Luckily Kirron grabs you by an arm and brings you into a stable standing position.
>Well, you still sway from side to side but it will do.
“Heh, shanks mate.”
>”No problem. And no, thank you. I think you should just go home and get some sleep.”
“Shat would be probably for she best...”
>”Yah. Come 'ere”
>He embraces you into another manly hug that you happily return.
>”It was nice meeting you again, friend.”
“She pleasure wash mine. When will you be in Ponyville again?”
>Patting you on the back, he breaks the hug and scratches his chin.
>”Dunno... Lemme think.”
“'Kay.”
>”Tirek's... those jerkwater towns in the swamps and the borders of the badlands... Appleloosa and Dodge City... Three to four months?”
>Hey that's shorter than usual. How nice!
>You beam him a smile and bop his chest.
“Wonderful! I'm looking forward to it.”
>Kirron bops you back and you barely manage not to harshly meet the ground.
>”Me too. Farewell, Anon.”
“Farewell, Kirron. Until next time.”
>Exchanging a last hug and a handshake, you begin to stumble your way back to Ponyville.
>Which is easier said than done, since this field hasn't gotten any better since you last walked through it a few hours ago.
>Also without the life giving heat of the camp fire, it's fucking cold outside. So you close your jacked and check it's contents while you're at it.
>Yep... Everything where it should be.
>Money and comb in the inside pockets and the ham in securely stuffed in one of your outside pockets.
>Perfect!
>Aww, no. Not perfect... You forgot your book.
>Eh... Kirron can have it for a while longer. Maybe he will find something else to forge.
>So it's chill.
>You take a last look on his camp, which is now nothing more than a shimmer of light in the darkness.
>Ah, yes. You certainly needed that.
>Stretching your tired limbs and inhaling the crisp night air, you get going again.
>Now just don't break your legs and everything will be fine.
 
>Wonderful...
>Somehow you made it through the field without twisting your ankle and only minimal damage to your pants.
>Part one of operation “Get your drunk ass home” is complete. Nice.
>Rarity will scream bloody murder at you for ripping one of your better pair of pants once you show them to her, but whatever.
>You will just buy her a package of her favourite tea and you should be able to soothe the dress horses wrath.
>'Kay now that this is out of the way... Where are you now?
>Either someone removed Kirron's improved sign post or you move waveringly from side to side more than you think.
>Probably the latter, judging by the number of your fingers. Which is currently somewhere around twenty.
>Hmm...
>Maybe you recognise one of the shops here?
>You walk to the very first shop that happens to lie on your erratic course and read it's sign.
>Oh, looky there what you have just found.
“ Fräulein Aryanne's pesticides. Poison, gas and more!”
>Seems like you have found that strange white mare's shop, from which she probably plans her next blitzkrieg.
>That's nice... But you can't actually tell how you can get home from here...
>However she sells a rather nice looking flamethrower that was enchanted so it only removes tares.
“Remove all those pesky undesirables from your soil! For only two hundred and fifty bucks!”
>Heh, okay.
>She certainly plans a blitzkrieg. A blitzkrieg on her customer's wallets.
>But that didn't help to calculate your position in the slightest.
>You step back from the shop window and start look around.
“Meh.”
>Nothing looks familiar... Shit.
>You sigh and ponder about your options.
>Not all too many... Sleep on the ground or try your luck finding your way home.
>And the ground looks really uncomfortable...
>Well, might as well walk randomly into town then and see where it leads you.
>Some fresh air would be good for you anyhow. Maybe it will even help to prevent a hangover.
>Which you highly doubt, but it's worth a try.
>So you turn into a side street and begin your walk home.
>The streets are unsurprisingly empty. Most ponies are in their warm beds already. Either alone or with someone they love or have picked up in some bar.
>You could go to Twilight's and see if she is still up and about. Then you might have not to sleep all alone.
>Now that you know what it feels like to wake up with a soft pony in your arms, you really don't want miss out on this any more...
>But she is probably in dreamland already, trying hard not to get eaten by Kirby. So better not...
>And even if not, that would mean she is still experimenting and you would just distract her from that.
>You are drunk as a fiddler's bitch, but still can see that this wouldn't be a good idea.
>So your bed it is then. As lonely, cold and unmade as it might be.
>Also you fucking forgot to clean Rainbow's puddle up from your carpet.
“God damn it... It probably shtinks like a cat's brothel in shere now...”
>Well, usually you are pretty productive while drunk, so chances are high that you might find the energy to clean it up when you come home.
>Something to eat would be nice too... Maybe a ham sandwich, with some lettuce and mustard.
>Yeah... Fatty, delicious meat between two slices of brea-
>”Mmhh” * slurp* “hmmah”
>Huh? What was that?
>You stop dead in your tracks.
>* slurp * “Hmmhhh”
>Some strange seem to come out of this alleyway right ahead of you.
>”Y-Yeah, right there honey bun... Hnngach! That's the spot.”
>Oh my... Sounds like someone is getting some oral attention in public. How naughty.
>It would be rude to interrupt this, but you really can't be asked to turn back right now and find another way.
>So they will have to swallow the bitter pill, ignore the strange alien that passes by them and then continue with their fun.
>Heh. Swallow. Someone is going to swallow something, that's for sure.
>Also it might be fun to see who hooked up together... Perhaps you know the two ones.
>Just don't look like a pervert and act naturally and preferably surprised...
>Okay. Here goes nothing.
>You take a deep breath and stumble towards the alleyway. Eyes looking forward, but your gaze fixated on it's entrance.
>God, this feels so wrong... Maybe you shouldn't do this and find another way around?
>...
>Nah, the curiosity is killing you.
>And as you finally pass by the alleyway and take a quick glimpse into it, you come yet to another halt out of sheer surprise what, or who to be exact, you see in this very moment.
>Mr. Cake leaning against against a wall with his front hooves on his wife's head while she has her husband's engorged pony penis in her mouth.
>”Soon... Ahh... sweet cakes...”
>Who is happily bobbing up and down it. Her tail wildly swaying from side to side like a straw in the wind.
>Spreading the musky aura of her arousal through the narrow ginnel.
>Man, you know that those two must have sex together. They are married after all... But, straight out exhibitionism. That totally does not compute with the idea you have, or had, of them.
>Why does this bother you so much?
>Not being able to move, you can do nothing else than watch as Mrs. Cake sucks her mate off.
>Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take very long for Mr. Cake to notice you.
>Staring at the peeper in total disbelief, his mouth opens wide but no sounds come out of it.
>For quite some time you two just gape at each other. Neither of you capable of saying a single word.
>Your gaze wanders down to Mrs. Cake and her admirations to Mr. Cake's cock every so often.
>Yeah... You have to admit she's really good at it. Working on his member like it's a big lollipop and especially focusing on it's gradually flaring tip.
>Which means he really is close...
>Confused why her husband doesn't make noises any more, she first looks up to him and after seeing where his attention is currently focused at, to you.
>And her reaction is totally unlike Mr. Cake's.
>Instead of being shocked or at least surprised, she just giggles, turns her plump rump towards you and lifts her tail.
>Exposing her glistening marehood to you and clearly inviting you to join the fun.
>She even shoots you a wink. Both kinds... The one you do with an eye and the one that pushes something slick out of her and down to the ground.
>Mr. Cake at first doesn't look all too sure about this, but eventually beams you a smile and nods.
>”T-There's enough cake for both of... Mmmach... of us.”
 
“Uhm...”
>The right course of action is so fucking obvious... Just walk away and pretend like this never happened. You have a marefriend now for god's sake!
>And cheating on her is not exactly something you have planned for the near future... Or ever.
>But why are you rooted to the spot then?
>Mrs. Cake lets her husband's member slide out of her mouth, gives it's pulsating tip a quick kiss and then look at you.
>The stallion's face takes a crestfallen look.
>”Oh, honey... I was so close.”
>She giggles and affectionately nuzzles his cock. Eliciting a thick stream of precum out of it, which she greedily laps up.
>Fuck, that's hot...
>Her stubby muzzle all smeared and soiled by his clear, but creamy lubrication.
>Slowly but surely, your body is convinced to divert some blood to somewhere it can have more fun.
>But luckily the alcohol in it, prevents it from actually finding that particular fun-promising place.
>”Shush now. It would be rude to finish before our friend here has even started, wouldn't it?”
>”You're right, sugar pie.” he states and rubs her cheek.
>The plump mare shifts her attention back to you and shoots you a seductive grin.
>”You know... We just waited for somepony like you...”
>What now?
“Y-You did?” you stammer and take a step back.
>”Mhm... Some perverted stallion who hears us and decides to investigate... Hoping to maybe join the fun.”
>So getting caught was part of their plan?
>That is some advanced lewdness, which you never though they were capable of.
>”And you are in luck...”
>”Yep! My honey bun here, is very picky!” Mr. Cake chimes in.
>Is she now...
>”I don't let any stallion who comes along to mount my voluptuous hills~ But you...”
>She shakes her hindquarters fiercely, sending a few drop of her nectar right at you. Which you barely manage to dodge.
>Phew... Not that Twilight gets any wrong ideas...
>”You are somepony I was long interested in... Other species are so rare here in Ponyville, a mare hardly has the chance to get any fun with them~”
>Mrs. Cake let's out a long, quiet moan.
>”I wonder how long you can last before you shoot your virile ape cum deep inside my tight pony pussy~”
>Ape? Now that's just rude.
>But her dirty talking is almost as good as Twilight's... It slowly helps you to overcome your alcohol induced impotence
>Not that you want to, but you can't help it!
>You take another step back and prepare yourself for a potential sudden flight.
>They look quite drunk and willing to take what they desire. Especially Mrs. Cake...
>Her expression is nothing less than creepy in this very moment.
“Shorry to dishappoint you, but...”
>”Aww come on now, Anon. Don't you want to bury yourself between her flanks? She will milk you dry.”
>”Uhu~ As often as you want, darling.”
>Another time she winks at you, parting the lips of her marehood with her pink pearl.
>”And it's not like you have a marefriend right now. Some relief will do you good...”
>”Yeah... You are always so tense when we see you... So relief yourself, Anon. Inside me~” she coos.
>Mr. Cake laughs and directs his wife's head back to his cock again.
>She starts to sensually lick up and down on it in tight circles. Each completed lap making it twitch and leak more of his pre.
>”Or do you want her mouth? She's very talented with it... And so hungry. She will happily accept everything you offer to her.”
>He moans and begins to rhythmically thrust his penis between Mrs. Cake's lips.
>”It's my favourite.”
>Good to know...
>But now this is getting seriously awkward... Mr. Cake is far too eager to see his wife ploughed by another male.
>Mrs. Cake dislodges herself from her husband's dick and uses her front legs to push him down into a sitting position, before impaling her mouth on it again and raising her flanks high up into the air .
>Her tail is splayed out across her back to give you full access to all of her more than ready looking goods.
>The stallion moans and presses her head further down on his flesh log.
>”Oh honey bun... So forward.”
>Nope. Better get out of here before the alcohol in your system assumes complete control and you do something you might... No, will regret.
>You avert your eyes from her ever faster winking vagina and start to turn yourself around on the spot.
>God... You will need a good wank once you are back home.
>”Are you sure, Anon? You will not regret it, believe me. Like she said, you can even cum inside.”
“Yah...”
>He shrugs and forces Mrs. Cake's throat to engulf his cock's base.
>”Have it your way then. We will have our fun, won't we sugar cakes?”
>She moans and furiously nods, making her husband shiver with every movement of her head.
>And with that heard, you leave the alleyway behind you and the couple to whatever this night might bring them.
>Maybe they will find another lucky stallion who is willing to mount Mrs. Cake and relief himself into her.
>But this stallion won't be you.
>Even if you had some fantasies about conquering the mountains of flesh that are her enormous, plush flanks.
>What can you say? You like flanks and rumps and everything that is around them.
>You hasten your steps to bring as much distance as possible between you and the two exhibitionist ponies as soon as possible.
>Soon you have exited the side street, the moans of Mr. Cake nothing more than a muffled echo in the distance now, and find yourself on one of Ponyville's high gates.
>The Downtown Loop-de-Hoop, to be exact. A street that pretty much encircles the mid-town of the village.
>And by the looks of it, you are somewhere near the Diamond Exchange. Which means your home is only a good half hour away westwards from here.
>Roughly in the direction of Rarity's boutique.
“Phew...”
>That was certainly something...
>Never would you have thought that the Cakes would be into such things.
>And that Mrs. Cake would be interested in you.
>Or that she is into interspecies stuff at all.
>God...
>Do they do this on a regular basis?
>Is this why their kids are not earth ponies like them?
>...
>No, that doesn't make sense. They are twins.
>Better not think to deep into it. Probably that’s just their kink.
>To each his own, you guess.
>You take a deep breath, stretch your back to get some of the tension out of it and begin your way home.
>Now that you know where to go it should be easy enough, shouldn't it?
 
>Well... You never have been more wrong.
>The wide empty street just offers your drunken body more space to sway from side to side.
>Walking in a straight line? A near impossible feat.
>You wish, you were in a narrow side street again... At least there you were able to keep a somewhat reasonable course.
“God dammit...”
>And no bench within sight... Apparently they tempt ponies to linger around and clog up the main streets.
>Fucking Mayor Mare.
>Like this street could ever be clogged up... Just look at it!
>It's at least one... two... three... four... Four ponies lengths wide! If not five!
>Meh... And now you have to piss too.
>Beer always runs through you like water through sand.
>But Ponyville doesn't have public toilets either! They cost too much to clean and maintain.
>And emptying your bladder on one of the nearby houses or trees is totally out of question.
>If a guard sees you, your big bag is instantly seventy five bits lighter.
>Well, you could afford that now... But you would rather safe the money for Twi's date.
>And maybe a new couch. The one you have, you bought from a neighbour that moved away, so it was already pretty worn out.
>Also you suspect, that sitting was not the only thing your neighbours have done on it... Some of its stains look dodgy, to say at least.
>But you always keep them covered with a sheet, so no part of your or your friends bodies ever had to touch them.
>So it's chill, you guess.
>You pass Greasy Pan's Breakfast Paradise and take a loot into it's windows.
>Man, what would you give for one of his breakfast burritos... Onions, black beans, tomatoes, cheese and eggs; All fried to perfection, then wrapped in a crispy tortilla and served with a nice dab of guacamole.
>Sadly, it's obviously closed at this late hour. It's a breakfast place after all.
>Breaking yourself away from the mouthwatering and hunger inducing pictures on the take-out window, you get going again.
>Your walking situation has not gotten better since you last have checked, but now you have at least somewhat adjusted to it.
>Only bumping against something or nearly tripping over your own feet now every every dozen steps or so.
>Which is a large improvement, you must say.
>From nothing, to be honest... But hey. It counts.
>You take notice of a few new stores that look interesting and try to memorise their names.
>Like this liquor store named “High Spirit's strong spirits”, for example.
>Alternative places to buy booze is always good.
>It has been a while since you took a stroll through the Loop-de-Hoop. Normally you have no reason to take this route.
>Your workplace lies on the outskirts of the town and even if the market place lies directly on it, you always preferred to use the quieter and less busy parallel streets to get to it.
>It's comfier this way and less ponies look funny at you for not walking around stark naked like them. Or whatever other reason they have to gaze at you.
>You are nearing the bridge that crosses “Harmony”, a river that flows through eastern Ponyville and decide to rest on it for a bit.
>Leaning over the railing, you look into the gently flowing waters below you.
>The night sky is reflected on its surface and you can even make out a few small fishes that calmly float in the soft current.
>Heh, they remind you of your first few weeks here.
>You thought it would be a good idea to broaden your diet by catching a fish or two and built yourself an improvised fishing rod out of a hazelnut shrub, some thread and a piece of metal that you bent into a a crude hook.  
>Unsurprisingly, the locals weren't too happy about that and called the guards on you.
>Who promptly gave you a thirty bits fine for illegal fishing.
>And that nearly got you into jail too, since you were poor as dirt back then.
>But luckily, Twilight was nearby and paid the fine for you.
>She even insisted that they should cut you some slack because you were totally new to the Equestrian society and didn't know how things work here yet.
>They just told her to calm down and walked away.
“Hmm...”
>You never properly thanked her for that.
>Throwing a small pebble into the stream, you watch it sink before dislodging yourself from the railing and continuing your way home.
>But you can do that now... With the date you promised her.
>And with a little help of Rarity and since most of them already know, the rest of her friends it should be nothing more than perfect.
>Only Applejack is still in the dark about your relationship with the purple librarian, but you will just tell her tomorrow.
>And ask her if you can use this one hill that overlooks all of Ponyville for that particular evening.
>It would be the perfect location for the date's finale. A nice, nightly picnic with some wine, candles and a blanket to cuddle up under, while you two watch the stars together,
>Overly cheesy and romantic. Just how you like it, and hopefully Twilight too.
>Eh, she will love it. No need to worry about that.
>You reach one of the Loop's many crossings and if you are not completely mistaken, you have to turn left now.
>Yeah... That thing in the distance could be Rarity's boutique.
>So left it is.
>What you do before that, you don't exactly know yet though.
>A dinner at her favourite restaurant, that's for sure. And...
>Hmm...
>Back at Kirron's camp, you had a few ideas floating around in your head. But they seem to be all gone now.
“Fuck.”
>Stupid alcohol. Damned be your brain capacity reducing powers.
>Perhaps you remember them tomorrow morning.
>You shrug and check the contents of your pockets another time. Not that you lost anything in your staggering.
>Comb... Money... Illegal chunk of a dead animal... No, everything is still there.
>Phew... That would have been a serious inconvenience now.
>Retracing all your steps and looking for small things on the ground with only Luna's full moon to help you see.
>”Yo Anon!”
>Huh? Did someone say your name?
>”What's up?”
>You frantically start to look around, but see no one.
>Where is it coming from? Are ghosts following you? Are you possessed?
>”Up here, you dimwit.”
>Dimwit? Now that’s just rude.
>Nevertheless, you look up. Mostly for the reason to tell the pony that insulted you a bit of your mind.
>Oh.
“Rainbow?”
>”The one and only!”
 
>Rainbow laughs and slowly glides down from the cloudy night sky and stops her descent right before your face. Keeping her altitude with steady flaps of her wings.
>Man... The way pegasi fly looks so cool. How did you never notice that?
>”Hey, Anon! What's up, bro?”
“Hey, Rainbow... Nothing exciting... Jusht trying to get home, yanno?”
>She giggles and watches widely smiling as your feet dance on the spot, in an attempt to maintain your current position.
>Which must amuse her greatly, judging by the sounds she makes.
>”I can certainly see that... Say...”
“Hmm?”
>”Wanna rest on that fountain over there and talk for a bit?” she asks and points at the fountain in question.
>Its the Dew Drop memorial fountain. An unicorn mare from Ponyville who apparently invented some kind of revolutionary healing potion.
>The neat thing about the fountain, is not the beautiful effigy on it but the water that comes out of this statue.
>It's pale red and smells faintly of roses. Just like the potion she once created.
>That's at least what the plate on it says.
>Also it means that you are on the right way, since you recognise it.
>So why not.
>Your feet could do with a little recovery from all this walking and stumbling over them. Especially the latter took a heavy toll on them.
>You nod and the sky blue mare beckons you to follow her.
>...
>With her flanks never leaving your field of vision while you walk behind Rainbow.
>Which are nice, by all means. But must she sway them from side to side so wildly? It looks kinda goofy...
>”Stupid flies!”
>Her tail whips at something, exposing her marehood and taint.
>Dark blue!
>You quickly avert your eyes from your friend's goods and hear her grunt.
>It sounded... Disappointed?
>Arriving at the fountain, you take a seat on it's edge, stretch your aching legs and lean back.
>The subtle smell of roses and the quiet bickering of the flowing waters invade your mind and help you clearing the alcoholic mists that daze it.
>You always liked this place. But sadly its almost always full of ponies by day, and so you were never able to fully enjoy it.
>Too many overlapping voices and impressions.
>But now... It's perfect.
>Just you, the calm night, a good friend and the purling, rosy aquae.  
>Rainbow floats down next to you and takes a deep breath.
>”Ah... Nice.”
“Shure ish.”
>Giggling, she fidgets about until she is satisfied with how her plot sits on the cool, marmoreal rim.
>Which honestly should take this much time... Her flanks aren't exactly big or plush.
>Not that you ever stared at them for a prolonged time... And certainly not earlier, when she flew in front of you.
>God, that Cake incident really threw you off course more than you would like to admit.
>Do you still have those playcolt magazines at home? You sure do hope so...
>Last month's issue had  Fleur de Lis as the cover filly.
>She doesn't have much of an ass, just like your friend here, but she has legs for days and lingerie that emphasizes them very well.
>Also the sultry look and the bedroom eyes she gives the reader in every photo... Unf...
>It should lie around somewhere under your bed, you think.
>“So, why are you up and about this late?”
>Her voice snaps you back to reality.
>Hopefully she doesn't she the boner you gave yourself right now...
“Uhh... Kirron ish in town for the night. Sho I met up with him and had a few drinksh.”
>”A few drinks, eh?”
>She nudges you and scoots a bit closer.
>”A few too many?”
>You chuckle and brush her forelimb away.
“Yeah, maybe. But yunno... I could ashk you the shame.”
>Rainbow shrugs.
>”Eh, I couldn't sleep and decided to fly around a bit to clear my mind. Usually helps; But this time... Not so much.”
>Huh?
>Rainbow Dash, Ponyville's best napper and greatest defender of a healthy distribution between hours spent awake and hours spent asleep, has trouble finding sleep?
>That's highly suspicious and unusual.
>And did her ears just droop for a second there?
>Does she still feel bad about yesterday?
>Hmm... The day before yesterday would be more precise.
>But that's not the point.
“Shomething on your mind, Rainbow?”
>She flinches and starts to to nervously tap the rim with her hooves.
>”Uhm... No, not really.”
>Yeah... Something is bothering her.
“Come on, Rainbow.”
>You reach back to boop her, but she shields herself with a wing.
>”Stop that! I told you that I hate this.”
“Pfft... You don't and you know shis. But I can tell shat shomeshing ish eating you up.”
>Grumbling, she lowers her wing again and looks at you with sad eyes.
>”Are you mad at me?”
>Called it.
“No, Rainbow. I'm not.”
>”But why? What I did was so horrible!”
“You apologized, didn't ya?”
>”Yeah... But still... How can you just forgive me and pretend that nothing ever happened?”
>Chuckling, you throw an arm over the mare and pull her close to you.
>She looks surprised and a bit flabbergasted at first, but quickly gives in and accepts your embrace.
“I don't.”
>”W-What now?”
“Don't get me wrong, what you did wash shocking and shomewhat desthr... deshtro...”
>”Destroyed.”
“Shanks. Destroyed my trusht in you, but I shee no reason not to forgive you. Just like Twi, I cannot shtand to shee any of my friendsh sad. We have shat in common.”
>You rub her side and feel one of her wings splay across your back.
>Strange... But you let it happen.
“And if I would shtay mad at you, what would I have achieved? A sad Dash!”
>A small smile appears on her face and she lets out a content sounding sigh.
>”So we can still be friends?”
“Of courshe.”
>The wing on your back increases it's pressure on it and begins to idly move up and down.
>Ever so slightly, you feel the coarse tip of her tail brush over the lower parts of your back that are not covered by your jacket and shirt.
>She's awfully touchy-feely today... How unusual of her.
>But maybe that is just what she needs right now. Who are you to deny her that?
>”You just were so angry yesterday in my cell and didn't really say anything about that when you left.. So I was a bit worried...”
>She's right... You just kinda told her that she has to confess to Twi and left without ever actually talking about how your relationship with her stands now.
>Your emotions were still seething like a boiling cauldron back then.
“I'm shorry, Rainbow. I should have been more clear on shat.”
>”Ah, don't be. I deserved it and am just glad that this is over now.”
>Rainbow snickers and shoots you a wink.
>”Next time, I will try to be sneakier and clean up after myself!”
>This time she cannot defend herself from your boop and helplessly has to watch your finger as it rapidly draws closer.
>The moment it makes contact with her muzzle, it scrunches up and an annoyed grunt escapes from it.
“Boop!”.
>She shakes your hand off and sticks her tongue out.
>”Meh. It was just a joke!”
“Merely pretending, eh?”
>”Exactly! I learned my lesson. And now stop it please! It makes my muzzle feel all funny.”
>Pouting, she rubs her nose and shoots you several angry glares. But ever so often, you can see the corners of her mouth go up.
>This only further proves your theory that ponies secretly like being booped. Their aversion against it is only played and nothing more than a masquerade.
>One day they will come around and all the ponies will look up to you. Begging for your boops.
>And you will look down and whisper: “No.”
>Heh.
>You chuckle and pat Rainbow's side, before retrieving your arm.
>She's a bit damp from her flight and you don't want to get your hands all sticky with her sweat.
>It has quite a strong scent too, but not unpleasantly so.
>Reminds you a lot of a farmstead back on earth. Salt, hay and earth.
“Sho, everyshings good now?”
>Rainbow beams you a wide smile and nods.
>”Yeah! I'm feeling a lot better now. Thanks, bro.”
>She looks a lot more relaxed now and all the sadness from her eyes has gone too. Good.
>You return her smile and ruffle her mane.
>That wasn't the best idea you ever had... All the sweat in it is now spread evenly all over your poor appendage in all it's wet and sticky glory.
>Eww...
>Chuckling, you quickly dip it into the fountains waters and bop her shoulder.
“Don't menshion it. But shpeaking of cleaning after yourshelf...”
>Her cheeks puff out and a slight blush creeps on them.
>”Ehehehe... Well.”
>Your friend clops her front hooves together and looks at you with a crooked smile
>”How severe is the damage? I don't have to buy you a new carpet now, do I?”
“Nah. Letsh just shay you are a meshy one, but I shink my carpet will shurvive shis.”
>Not as messy as Twi though, but she doesn't have to know that.
>”Well... You see... When mares get excited, they tend to...”
“I know how shis works, Dash... But don't worry, it hash seen worshe.”
>”Heh. Okay then.”
>Like the bowl of vegetable chilli that you wanted to eat in your bed for some dumb reason and just ended up in front of your bathroom door.
>It will always be remembered... Especially the chillies that are so fucking expensive here.
>Thanks Mayor Mare and your unreasonable taxes on imported spices.
>Rainbow sighs and pats your back, before retrieving her wing from it.
>”Thank Celestia... A new one would have ripped a huge hole in my bank account.”
“Money'sh tight again, huh?”
>”Uhu...”
>Her head droops and she sighs another time. This one sounds a lot sadder though.
>She's the head of the weather patrol, but it seems like they don't pay as much for this position as one might expect they would do.
>And being an “Element of Harmony” is not something she gets paid for either.
>It's more like a honorary title and destiny thing.
>”But don't worry. You will get the money for the... Uhm... Incident... As soon as I have it!”
>Reaching one hoof out to you, she waits patiently for you to take it into your hand and shake it.
>”Promise”
>Instead of doing so, you give her slim form a quick look over.
>Slim and lean... Yeah. As long as you know her, she was always like that.
>But now lean is not the right word to describe her any more.... Skinny would be more exact.
>Not dangerously though... She still got muscle and you cannot count her ribs or something similar, but a bit more fat under her skin would suit and do her well.
>And seventy five bits is a huge sum for anyone who isn't noble or owns a huge business.
>So you push her hoof down and shake your head.
“Nah, itsh okay.”
>Her face takes a surprised look.
>”W-What?”
“Dash, I know what you earn. You don't have to pay me back.”
>Which quickly changes into an angry one.
>”But I want to and will do so! I am not willing to accept alms! Not from anypony and especially not from my friends!”
“Rainbow...”
>She backs up and points at you with a shaking hoof. Her wings spread out wide and the fur of her neck puffs up.
>”I don't NEED your money! And I WILL pay you back! Even if this means that I need to skip a gym day or two!”
>Meaning: Skip a meal or two... She would never miss out on gym day.
>“Did you bucking understand me?!”
>A bit flabbergasted, you look at her and ponder your options.
>You could try to convince her to take your money, but this is probably a lost cause.
>She is too proud to do that.
>And you can understand why. You wouldn't want this either and had a hard time accepting Kirron's gift.
>So the better course of action is to just give in and let grass grow over it.
>With a bit of luck she will forget about her debt.
“Y-yeah... I'm shorry, Rainbow. I didn't mean it like shat.”
>Taking a deep breath, she slowly calms down and draws closer to you again.
>”It's alright... That's just a soft spot for me, 'kay? Sorry for lashing out on you.”
“All forgotten. I jusht wanted to help you out, yunno?”
>”Yeah... But I don't need your money. I can take care for myself, despite what my...”
>Rainbow averts her eyes from you and stares to the ground. Beginning to tremble and fighting hard to hold her tears back.
>”Despite what my...”
>A tear rolls down her cheek and hits the ground.
>You exactly know how she wanted to end her sentence.
>Despite what my father said.
“C'mere.”
>You pull the shivering mare into a hug and start to slowly rub her back. Whispering slurred, reassuring words into her ear.
>”I hate him.”
“I know.”
>She never got into full detail about the relationship she had with her father. But from what she told you, you were able to build yourself your own opinion of him.
>Someone who was proud of his daughter and accepted her as long as she did well in flight school and had the opportunity to join the Cloudsdale's Finest just like him.
>Some elite flyer squad, like the Wonderbolts. Only more military focused and thus part of the Equestrian Army.
>But as soon as Dash dropped out of flight school, she was dead to him.
>And the rest is history.
>Rainbow moved to Ponyville and continued to live her life without him to the best of her abilities.
>Which worked out well for her until now. But sometimes her past catches up with her.
>Just like now.
>You hold her and scratch right between her withers while she weeps into your chest.
>It's her favourite spot to be pet, not that she would ever admit that; But you know.
>After a while spent petting and calming her, she wipes her face clean and looks up to you.
“Feeling better now?”
>She smiles meekly and nods.
>”Yeah... Thanks, Anon. You're the best.”
“You're welcome, Dash. Like I shaid: I can't shtand seeing my friendsh shad.” you say, chuckling.
>Rainbow giggles and wiggles herself out of your embrace.
>”Got a little bit sappy there, huh?”
“Maybe. But I'm not going to tell anypony. Sho don' worry.”
>”You better don't. Or else I will tell anypony what your preferences in porn are.”
>You snort and wave her off.
“Shats no big secret. I like flanksh and long legsh.”
>”And my flank is not good enough, eh....” she mumbles, barely understandable.
“What?”
>Did she just say something about her flank and it being not good enough for you?
>Nah, can't be... You must have misheard that.
>”Nothing. By the way, what are those things in your pockets?”
>You raise an eyebrow and shoot her an inquisitive look.
“Did you feel me up for valuablesh?”
>”Of course not. But they smell funny. Especially...”
>She pokes your jacket's left pocket.
>”This thing in there. Almost smells... like blood.”
>Uh-oh...
“Well... Itsh a gift from Kirron.”
>”Really? What is it? Can I see it?”
“If you promish not to tell anypony...”
>Her face lights up and she claps her hooves together.
>”I won't! Why? Is it something...”
>Rainbow moves her head closer to yours and whispers:
>”Something illegal?”
“Kinda...”
>The smile on her lips grows even wider and it looks like she is barely able to contain her excitement.
>”Uh! Is it crownroot? It doesn't smell like I remember it, but I still have an old pipe at home from my youth. I could get it an-.”
>You  cover her mouth with a hand.
“No. itsh not crownroot.”
>She licks your hand and makes you retrieve it this way.
“Eww!”
>”That's what you get for silencing the Dash!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
>”So what is it? Show me!”
“You aren't gonna tell shomeone?”
>Rainbow snorts and shakes her head.
>”I would never rat you out. You should know this by now.”
“Until reshently, I also thought you would never shpie on me.”
>The blush on her face returns and she hides it by looking to the side.
>”That's a thing of the past now, isn't it?”
>You laugh and pat her back.
“It ish.”
>G-Great. So can I see it now?”
“Yep. But promish me firsht not to freak out.”
>A bit confused at first she looks at you, but eventually smiles and nods.
>Fiddling with your pocket, mostly due to the fact how snug the bundle sits in it, you finally manage to get it out of there and start to unwrap it before eyes.
>Which go very wide, once they see what is under all that cloth.
>”Is this?”
“Mhm. Ham.”
>”Ham? I thought this was meat?”
>Your palm meets your forehead with a satisfying smack.
“Ham ish meat, Rainbow.”
>She lets out an embarrassed giggle and rubs the back of her head.
>”The more you know, heh?”
“I guessh...”
>”So, its ham? What is ham exactly?”
“Ham is bashically the hind leg or shigh of a pig. And shis particular one ish dry-cured.”
>”A pig?! Like Mr. Bigglesworth on AJ's farm?” she asks you with a shaky voice.
“Yah... But you promished not to freak out.”
>”I... I know. It's just so surreal... A living being... Reduced to a chunk of meat.”
>Dash brings her muzzle closer to the ham and hesitantly takes a smell at it.
>”Doesn't smell too bad... Like salt and herbs and... well, blood.”
>You see her tongue crawl out and quickly yank the meat away from it.
“Hey! No licking my meat!”
>She snickers and bops your shoulder.
>”Oh, I would lick your meat alright.” she says under her hoof.
“What now?”
>Man... You really need to go to bed soon. The alcohol is starting to play tricks on your mind.
>”Nothing. I just wanted to have a little taste...”
“Are you shure?”
>Rainbow nods and lets her hoof brush over the ham's rind, coating it with a thin film of grease.
>”Yeah... I always was kinda curious how meat tastes, since it's such a huge taboo here.”
>Tentative, she brings it to her muzzle and lets her tongue graze over it.
>Smacking her lips, she cocks her head and hums.
>”Tastes like nothing... Just greasy.”
“Shats because its jusht fat.”
>”Does the rest taste better?”
>You nod, tear a small strip off the chunk and hold it out to her.
>She looks at it and gulps.
>”Why am I so nervous about this?”
“Dunno. Probably becaushe of shis taboo shing.”
>”Y-Yeah... I'm going to eat something that happily rolled around in its mud puddle a few weeks ago... That's pretty bucked up, isn't it?”
>Well, a few weeks is a not enough time for a ham to ripe, but whatever.
>The less she knows about how a ham is made and processed, the better.
>”Anon?”
“Hmm?”
>”You won't think any less of me if I eat this, will you?”
“Of courshe not. Why should I?”
>”Because everypony says it's evil.”
>You shrug and shove the morsel into your mouth.
“Shen letsh be evil together.”
>Rainbow giggles and scoots closer to you.
>”You always know what to say.”
>Chuckling, you rip another strip off and present it to her once more.
>”Okay then... Here goes nothing.”
>Rainbow's head shoots out and her lips engulf your fingers.
>You swear you hear her quietly moaning as her tongue searches for the small piece.
>Brushing over and flicking your appendages, before wrapping around it.
>Ever so slowly, she frees them from her wet grasp again and suckles on their tips before finally releasing them fully.
>All the while directly looking into your eyes with a bright blush on her face.
>She's acting strange today...
>Does she..?
>No that's ridiculous.
>You make a mental note to ask Twilight about this tomorrow.
>Maybe she knows something you don't...
>Closing her eyes, she starts to chew slowly and deliberately.
>Looks like she wants to get the full impression of all it's aspects and aromas.
>Can't blame her for that. It's something special for ponies.
>So you don't disturb her and just watch as her face goes through many expressions:
>Surprise.
>Disgust.
>Uncertainty.
>Before finally settling for a neutral one.
>Her muzzle scrunches up and her body shivers as she swallows hard.
>You snicker and rest your head on a hand.
“How wash it?”
>”Blergh...”
“Not to your liking shen, I ashume?”
>Rainbow shakes her head and does a “So-So” gesture with a hoof. Which looks like she's drawing an infinity symbol into the air.
>”It was not bad. I liked the salt and the hearty taste... But I couldn't get those thought out of my head. You know... That this was little piggy once.”
>She spits on the ground.
>”I don't think I will be a meat eater any time soon.”
>Enwrapping your piece of a little piggy again, you shove it back into your pocket and then get up.
>The night was long enough and you have trouble keeping your eyes open.
>Finally the alcohol takes it's toll, it seems.
“Nah, probably not. But now you can shay that you have eaten meat.”
>Rainbow snorts and hops off the fountain's rim.
>”Yeah. But I will keep this to myself. Just to be safe. You wanna go already?”
“Yah. Itsh probably fucking late already and I'm tired.”
>She flutters off the ground and flies over to you.
>”S-Should I bring you home?” she says with a face that screams: “Please say yes.”
>What's up with her tonight...
>You chuckle and ruffle her mane.
“I'm not a kid any more,  Rainbow. Don't worry, I can look after myshelf.”
>Rainbow's face takes a crestfallen expression, but she quickly rallies herself and beams you a small smile.
>”You can look after your shelf?”
“Shat too. But you know what I meant.”
>Giggling, she throws her hooves around your neck and hugs you. Burying her muzzle uncomfortably deep into its crook.
* smooch *
“Wah!”
>A shiver like an electric shock runs down your spine.
>Did she just kiss you there?
>With a slight blush, she dislodges herself from your neck and
>”It was nice flying into you, Anon. Have a safe trip home.”
“Y-Yeah, you too.”
>”Good night and have a nice dream... I will surely have one...”
>The last words were barely a whisper... But you heard them.
>And with that said, she flies into the dark blue night sky.
>Rubbing the spot where she kissed you, you look after her  until her form has been completely swallowed by the darkness.
>Well...
>That was interesting and confusing.
>The way she acted and behaved...
>Almost as she has...
>No.
>Like you said that's ridiculous.
>But stranger things have happened to you before, haven't they?
>You sigh and continue on your way home.
>With the alcoholic haze in your head replaced by a weird, almost emotional one.
 
~~~
End Day 2
~~~
 
>The rest of your walk home was pretty unspectacular and quiet.
>You didn't encounter some other pony or any kind of extraordinary event that would have distracted you from getting into your warm bed.
>And thank god for that.
>When you finally reached your frontdoor, you were so fucking tired and exhausted that you barely managed to unlock it and get your human ass through it.
>In the end you skipped everything you intended to do and just went straight into your pillowy nest and blacked out almost immediately in it.
>You dreamt... Something which you can't remember clearly any more.
>But it included Rainbow Dash, you and the respective genitalia of you two... And how you introduced them to each other in the local gym's showers.
>Fuck...
>With a aching head you arise from your unmade bed and yawn.
>Everything hurts...
>Your head.
>Your feet
>And your fucking dick too.
>God, you really should have had that wank yesterday... Hopefully your boxers are still clean.
>...
>Yep, no nightly outpouring of your manly fluids. That's something at least.
>But, hello morning wood... It has been some time since we last have met.
>What to do with you...
>You could just beat it now or in the shower you will take very soon.
>Which will be unavoidable, since you stink like a cross-breed of a camp fire and a keg of beer.
>Or...
>How late is it?
>A quick check of your clock reveals that it's only eight in the morning.
>Unsurprising, you were never able to sleep for very long when you were drunk.
>Either your full bladder awakes you or your hangover and the various hurting body parts that come with one does it.
>But that’s not the point...
>The point is that Twilight could be awake already too...
>And that means you could pick her up for the breakfast you promised her and maybe have an early round in the hay with her before that.
>You really don't like of thinking of your marefriend as just a way to release your sexual tensions, but it's an emergency.
>Yesterday night was so strange and confusing... First the Cakes and then Rainbow's weird, flirty behaviour.
>Let alone the wet dream you had with your sky blue friend.
>And it's not like you don't love Twilight... By god, you do. More than anything.
>Also she would surely not be against the idea of some fun together in the morning.
>Adorable, horny little mare.
>Did she make it through the night without any withdrawal symptoms? You sure do hope so...
>And much more importantly: Was she able to  find something with her experiments and test series?
>Only one way to find out...
>...
>Ach nice... Sometimes a shower is all a man needs to feel like one again.
>All the dirt, smoke, blood and alcoholic residues of the last night washed off and erased from history.
>Also it seems like your stomach has stopped to glow. Which is nice, but now your right hand has a weird, purple stain on it that you didn't notice before.
>Was it from the quick, spontaneous horn rub you gave Twi in her bathroom yesterday?
>It smells faintly of tangerines, so probably yes...
>Well, can't do anything against it now and as long as she enjoyed it, it's chill with you.
>She endures the efforts of your love on and in her too.
>So...
>What to wear?
>Judging from the weather outside, it looks like it will be pretty warm today. So no need for a jacket or long trousers.
>A shirt and a pair of shorts should do nicely. All courtesy of Rarity, who else?
>Sometimes you wish, she didn't throw away all of your old clothing... But it's too late to rectify that.
>At the time you were too scared of her freakish unicorn powers to say anything that could have stopped her.
>The sight of her effortlessly floating things around the room made you nearly shit your new sewn boxers.
>But now you know, she couldn't and wouldn't ever hurt a fly with them.
>She can fling gems out of the ground though. With quite some force at that, you have to admit.
>You once saw her taking down one of Pinkie's flying contraptions which took one of her favourite scarves with one well aimed ruby.
>So there's that...
>Hmm... The black shirt with the beige shorts should go well together... At least you think so.
>Your assemble has to pleasing for the dressmaking mare's eyes if you don't want to spend hours hearing her patronizing your outfit when you go visit her to plan your date.
>If you even will have time for that.
>You don't know what Twi has planned for today.
>She may want to spend the whole day with her boyfriend, in which case you will have to postpone your date-planning endeavours.
>Eh, but you will see.
>Time to get dressed and instill yourself a cup of coffee.
>Pinkie Pie's extra dark fun roast... With a special surprise in every seventh cup!
>Hopefully, today will not be a “seventh cup” kind of day.
 
>You just had to push your luck.
>You just had to drink a second cup after your first.
>You just couldn't ignore your tiredness and thought that a another one couldn't hurt.
>But you were wrong. Very wrong.
>And now you are paying the price.
>Leaning over your bathroom sink, frantically brushing your teeth to get the taste of capers out of your mouth.
“God! Why isn't it working?!”
>Who even decided that capers would be a good addition to coffee?
>And how, in all of the Chaos Lord's names, do those coffee beans know when you are drinking your seventh cup?
>Pinkie must be some kind of heathen witch.
>Damned be she and her unholy doom beans...
>You reach for your mouth water and empty the whole bottle in its designated orifice.
>It's spicy and irritates your gums, but its worlds better than the disgusting combined flavour of capers and coffee.
>This... This seems to help. Thank goodness.
>For a few minutes you let the mint-flavoured, green liquid sit in your mouth and ignore the pain.
>Tears shoot in your eyes and the desire to just throw up grows stronger with each passing moment, but you bear up against them.
>Like the big guy you are.
>You point at your reflection at the mirror and nod. Forcing a wonky smile.
>Okay. That should be enough.
>Spitting the mouth water into the sink, you grab the large glass of water you prepared beforehand and jug it down.
“Ach!”
>Finally... A minty fresh, caper free mouth.
>So minty fresh it could make Lyra jealous, if you might say so yourself.
>Not that she has anything to do with mint, but her colours always reminded you of it.
>Anyway... Now that you are fresh and clean again mouthwise, you are basically ready to leave your home and make your way to Twi's.
>You exit your bathroom and grab your shoulder bag on the way down the stairs.
>Will you need anything special?
>Hmm...
>Kirron's gift to Rarity and your bag of bits of course.
>But not all of them.
>Taking approximatively one hundred fifty bits out of them, you stash the rest away in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf in your living room.
>Well, it's more of a hole in the wall than a secret compartment, but it does its job nicely.
>All your valuables are hidden there. Which are not much, but... Hey, they are yours.
>And that is what counts.
>So... That should be enough money to treat Twilight to a nice breakfast and cover any other expense that might come your way today.
>Anything else?
>...
>Nah.
>Your ham is already stashed away in the depths of your kitchen's cupboards. Securely enwrapped to deter flies and other threats and pests that could show any interest in it.
>Good to go then, huh?
>Seems like it.
>Grabbing your keys and fastening your bag, you exit your house and lock the door behind you.
 
>You are now Twilight Sparkle.
>Unicorn mare, collector of books and all around best purple pony in Ponyville.
>Well, that's at least what Pinkie says all the time.
>And you just have woken up from a night with too little sleep by your mercilessly ringing alarm clock.
“Unngh.... Stop it already...”
>Gathering a random magic wind, you throw it against a wall to make those annoying sounds stop.
>Judging by the quiet explosion you just heard, that random magic must have been Aqshy.
>Huh? Aqshy?
>With a groan, you get up and take a look out of your window.
>The sun is shining brightly in the blue, cloudless sky... Yeah... No wonder, Aqshy was the first wind you were able to sense.
>You rub the sleep out of your eyes and glide more or less elegantly out of your bed.
>Last night has been... mixed.
>The first half was full of results and progress.
>Finding something acidic in your blood, preparing the changeling shell and you even did some experimentation on Anon's sperm.
>Which didn't bear all too many fruits, but you were able to exclude that it contains anything addictive.
>But the second half of it... Meh.
>The changeling shell didn't have any intentions to react with your blood and you desperately tried to force it to do so.
>You even cast a bucking exhausting time acceleration spell on it, but to no avail.
>In the end you decided to freshen up your knowledge on this specific reaction and found out that cold spells of any kind completely destroy the changeling chitin's ability to react with anything.
>So you had to break off another piece and cumbersomely grind it manually.
>Which took you over one and a half hour! Can you believe it?
>Luckily you didn't have to draw a second blood sample, or else this would have been the icing on this disappointing cake.
>You just filtered the useless stuff out and reused your life's essence.
>With a bit of luck it should show some kind of result by now.
>But the book said, that it can take up to twelve hours... And since you steeped the plate in your blood at roughly two in the morning...
>Meh, you will see.
>Personal hygiene now, other stuff later.
>Yawning, you trot into your bathroom and activate the cloud with a mental command.
>In the morning it needs some time to warm up properly, since it uses all the warm water it can get to build up its size first.
>You learned that the hard and cold way.
>While it is doing that, you can brush your teeth and take care of some “business”.
“Uah!”
>By Celestia! Why do toilet seats always have to be so bucking cold?!
>How late is it anyway?
“Mhm...”
>Ten past eight.
“Thanks, kitty clock.”
>Eh... It looks like a battlefield in here.
>You didn't have time to clean your mess up after your bloody accident.
>But that can wait until later.
>Future Twi will surely forgive you.
>She's cool.
>Flushing, you hop off the toilet and take your toothbrush and your favourite brand of toothpaste into your magical grip and walk up to the sink.
>Time to get this fetor ex ore out of your mouth.
>Brushy~ Brushy~ Brushy~
>Your horn is really shiny, you have to admit. It has been some time since it last looked this good.
>Anon did a really good job of polishing it.
>You especially like how it's torsion is actually apparent again. Before it was so... Not scurfy, but not nice either.
>Horns can get really filthy if you don't take care of them.
>At least you washed it every day. You were just too lazy to polish and shine it.
>But now you have someone who could do this for you.
>With a little something extra, last like night? That would be very nice~
>The sensation of all those untamed magic winds flowing like ebb and flow through your horn, only to be finally released in a storm surge of lust and ecstasy is incomparable.
>Alone remembering yesterday's treat, makes you feel all warm and excited down there...
>You shudder and spit the toothpaste out.
>Didn't you two want to grab some breakfast again today?
>Maybe he is willing to... Postpone it a bit?
>For some fun with his marefriend?
>...
>You sure do hope so.
>Also there is still this sexy surprise you promised him...
>Your schoolfilly uniform.
“Hah!”
>Even if he has something else planned, this will convince him to change them!
>You rush into your bedroom, grab the uniform with all it's accessories and storm back into your bathroom.
>Now you can surprise him even more!
“Oh, of course we can go now. I just have to refresh myself a bit before that. Why don't you wait in my room until I'm finished and maybe read a book or something?”
>Then you will leave him waiting for a bit... So he starts wondering what in tartarus you are doing in there.
>And then...
>And then... You will walk out in all your sexy glory.
>Hips swaying wide and a seductive grin on your lips.
>Oh my~ You wonder what his reaction will be.
>Please Celestia, if you love this mare; Let him be all flattered and shy.
>You giggle and put the uniform neatly folded on a shelf.
>Should you roleplay?
>He seemed to enjoy the last time...
>Yah. You should. Totally.
>Now you just have to smell extraordinary nice for him.
>Anon likes your natural scent, but you can always smell even better!
“Hmm...”
>Do you still have that perfume Rarity gave you last year?
>The one that smells like leather, wood and orange blossoms? With a hint of white flowers?
>You only can recall that you used it once to accelerate some kind of reaction...
>Sometimes you can be so inconsiderate of your romantic future.
>It goes so well with your musk and scent!
>Damned be past Twi and her bachelorette ways!
>Hopefully you didn't empty it and threw it away.
>...
 
>There are not all too many perfumes on your shelf, so the search for this specific one should be quick and painless.
>So to speak.
“Mhmmhmm... Where are you? Show yourself!”
>Doesn't like it wants to reveal its position... Smart move. But you are smarter and your eyes are as sharp as an eagle's!
>So lets see what we have here...
>Lilac extract... Which you made yourself, since you like that stuff and buying any kind of extract is bucking expensive.
>Also it comes in hoofy whenever you need some concentrated alcohol. With the added benefit of perfuming the thing you need it for.
>Makes working with sulphur and such things much, much easier for your sensible pony nose.
>What's next on the shelf...
>Temptations for mares... Your to go perfume for a girl's night out.
>Doesn't smell too intrusive, but still enough to turn the heads of some stallions when you walk past them.
>Not that you would ever take a complete stranger home, but you still like the attention.
>Which mare doesn't?
>Anyway...
>Oh, this one is something special.
>Basilisk Blood... Yeah. Blood.
>Of a forest basilisk to be exact.
>Thinned down, mixed with various magical and chemical extracts and then distilled multiple times, it creates a strong and volatile aphrodisiac for the opposite sex.
>At least rumours say so.
>You never have used it, though... The thought of spraying another beings blood on you, to attract a mate is just disgusting.
>But a good friend and room mate from university made it for you as a birthday gift, so you kept it.
>”So you can lock our dorm room for a more fun reason than studying for once.”, she said with a wink.
>Moon Caller was her name, if you aren't mistaken right now.
>Nice mare and all, but...
>She had the same strange fascination with your sex life, like Rarity has with Anon's.
>Maybe you will try it out some day. Just to see if it works or not.
>Would it even work on Anon, since he is a whole different species?
>Hmm...
>Good question and another reason to actually give it a burl.
>The next few ones are just generic perfumes for all kinds of everyday situations a mare might get herself into.
>Like lunches, meeting friends and what not.
>Nothing you use regularly, though. You don't like smelling like a flower garden or a citrus tree when you go outside and do whatever.
>Hmm...
“Supreme Gentlecolt... Huh?”
>That one actually belongs to Spike... Why is it here and not in the box under your bed?
>You grab the stallion perfume and put it aside, so you can stash it away some time later.
>If you don't forget to...
>The next one is another stand out. A hearth's warming eve present from your mother.
>You can't read its label, since it is written in Saddle Arabian, but it smells really nice.
>Like sandalwood and other stuff you can't exactly put your hoof on.
>Your mother described it as creamy and soulful, and her description somehow fits
>Like all your other fragrances, you don't use it all too often. But for a completely different reason with this one.
>Rarity looked it up and found out that it is bucking expensive. Like, new living room furnishings expensive.
>So you just put it on, whenever your parents are coming to visit you. And every time she's happy as a lark.
>But the good smelling liquid is not all it has going for itself. It's vial is also truly beautiful: A golden orb with gemmed, hoof drawn illustrations of ponies on it.
>Once you emptied it, you will fill some of your pure magical essence into it and keep the filled flacon until the day you marry.
>A vessel with such an essence in it, is one of the most intimate and romantic gifts an unicorn can give to somepony... Or someone.
>But that's a pie in the sky for now... Moving on.
>Your eyes continue you to scan the shelf for this specific perfume.
>Looks like you already us-... Ah!
>Oh, thank Celestia! There it is!
>You levitate an oval flacon from the shelf and read its label.
“Premâre by Âme de la Rose“
>Some prench fashion designer and apparently perfumier.
>And the milky-white liquid in it still smells as fragrant and lovely as the day you got it. Nice~
>Anon will love this! You are just sure of that.
>Putting the vial aside, you grab a washcloth and one of your more feminine smelling shampoos for your mane and hop into your shower.
>The cloud should be ready by now.
>Time to get nice and clean for your stallion~
>...
>After a nice and refreshing shower, you trot out of your bathroom and towel yourself off while you make your bed.
>Ever since you have exited your shower, a gnawing and almost painful feeling has spread through your stomach.
>Not too distracting right now, but it will get worse over time.  
>Just like yesterday before you went too bed... You had to drink the rest of Anon's cum to even be able to find some sleep.
>You are just lucky that you love this stuff. Or else this whole situation could be far more inconvenient than it is now.
>It was lukewarm though... So it wasn't all that nice, but still somewhat satisfying.
>Hopefully, Anon will be here soon...
>Sadly, he doesn't have a tele-crystal, since he can't activate one with his complete lack of any magic inside him.
>So calling him is out of question.
>Well... You just have to wait then and hope for the best. He won't forget you.
>Adding the finishing touch to your bed by neatly arranging your stuffed animals on the pillows, you throw the towel into the laundry bin and exit your room.
>Spike seems to still be asleep. Good for him.
>The little dragon doesn't have any specific chores to do today, so it won't hurt anypony to let him sleep for a bit longer.
>Also you don't want him to interrupt the possible adult fun session with your boyfriend.
>That would be a shame and hazardous to your health.
>You yawn and walk down the stairway to your living room.
>Is the changeling chitin's reaction already finished, you wonder?
>Probably not, but you have to check on it anyway.
>Not that some flies decided to lay their eggs in your now festering blood.
“Eww...”
>Way to start the day, Sparkle. Really. Good work there.
>But you really should have put a cork on the vial after you added the second ground shell to your blood...
>The cork was just so, so far away... In your kitchen.
>And you were so, so very tired that you couldn't be asked to get it from there.
>You reach the last step and carefully take a smell.
>No... Doesn't smell rotten or bad in any other way.
>Looks like you had luck.
“Phew...”
>Happily humming a random song, you trot towards the table. All the stuff you needed yesterday is still spread on it. And quite messily at that.
>Meh...
>At least your blood still looks relatively fresh, but the powder in it does not show any indications that it already reacted.
>No colour changes or discolourations yet. Well, except for the black tint it gives your life's essence naturally.
>But it has begun to foam slightly. That is a good sign.
>You take a quick look at the clock.
>Half past eight...
>Until Anon arrives, you could tidy up here a bit.
>It's not like you have anything better do.
>...
“Whew!”
>That was quite a bit of work, but you did it.
>Everything is clean again or put back to it's designated place in your secret compartment.
>And judging by the amount of stuff you had to stash away again, this night wasn't as expensive as you expected it to be.
>Very nice!
>You even built some sort of anti-spilling device around the vial with your blood out of old rags and a few bits of wood.
>It looks pretty wonky, but should do it's job well enough.
>Whoever said that you are totally untalented with hoofcraft can totally buck him or herself now!
“Hah!”
>* Knock * * Knock * * Knock *
>Huh? Someone's at the door.
“I'm coming!”
>If its Anon, you will be soon enough~ Yeah~
>Trotting over to your door, you don't just open it yet. Its more fun to keep him a bit on tenterhooks.
“Who is there?”
>”It's me Twi, Anon.”
“Anon... I don't know somepony with such a strange name as Anon...”
>You hear a chuckle from the other side.
>”Well, you might not now. But you could be soon.”
“Hmm... I don't know... Letting a complete stranger into my home. This seems mighty dangerous.”
>”Oh don't worry, beautiful mare. I won't bite.”
>He called you beautiful! Heh~
“And if I want you to bite?”
>”Then I would do it of course.”
>Giggling, you open the door and beam your boyfriend a smile.
“Heya, stud.”
>”Morning, Twi. Slept well?”
“Like a foal. Come on in.”
>He nods and steps through the door frame.
>You close the door behind him and immediately get on your hind legs to pull your boyfriend down to a kissable height.
>”Oh, Twi... Can't you wait?”
“No.”
>And with that said you press your lips onto his. Smacking them against each other in a flurry of quick kisses before settling for a longer on.
>Your tongue crawls out in search for his and you melt into a puddle of bliss once they finally meet.
>They snake and dance around each other, lubricating their counterpart and fighting for dominance.
>By Celestia, you have waited so long for this.
>Anon lets his tongue retreat and you waste no time following it with your own. Exploring his mouth and carefully probing closer to his teeth.
>A shudder runs down your spine when your tongue's tip feels the sharp serrations and you moan quietly into him.
>He tastes like mint...
>With one last flick against his tongue, you break the kiss and stare into his eyes.
>Like yesterday, small flames are dancing in them and draw you in.
>Smiling, you nuzzle his cheek.
“I needed that.”
>”Me too.” he says, chuckling.
>You get on your four hooves again and give your boyfriend a quick look over.
>No obvious scars or injuries... And he wasn't limping either. That's good.
>Only the bags under his eyes are a bit more prominent than usual, but that doesn't bother you.
>In fact, you quite like it. Gives him something... Mysterious...
>But you don't know what he's hiding under those clothes of his.
>Doesn't matter, you will find out soon enough~
“How was your night with Kirron?”
>”It was a night full of alcoholic wonder and manly chats. So it was nice, thanks.”
>You giggle and beckon him to follow you.
“No fights or re-enacted battles?”
>”Only with a tree. I learned my lesson from last time, Twi. So don't worry.”
“Good thing you did. Because it really hurt me, when I had to heal your wounds without a pain soothing spell...”
>”Really?”
“Yah, of course! Believe me, I was crying on the inside!”
>He chuckles and ruffles your mane.
>”But if I remember correctly, you looked quite fierce during it.”
“Well... That’s because healing spells are hard and I'm not the best healer to begin with... So I just didn't want to hurt you more.”
>The healing spells they teach nowadays are rather boring, so you never showed much interest in them during your time in university.
>They are relatively effective and low-risk, but also lack the “Oomph” of spells healers used during the classical ages.
>Like the ones in your pyromancy book which cauterise and close wounds with healing fire or life-giving breath.
>That's interesting and exciting!
>”Aww, how sweet.”
>Snickering, you brush his bare legs with your tail in the hope that the aftermaths of this light touch will travel a bit further up... To somewhere where it has more of an impact.
“Am I just not the sweetest mare and marefriend a human like you could wish for?”
>”You are, my Love.”
>Oh my~ You love when he calls you his love. Makes you feel all fuzzy inside~
>A warm feeling spreads through your body and mind, and filling the latter with more primal thoughts.
>But that could be also your addiction speaking... or thinking. Not that you mind it doing that right now.
>You quite want the same thing as it at the moment~
>”How was your night, Twi? Were you able to find anything?”
>You nod and beam him a big, happy smile.
“Yep! I was! One sample hasn't finished reacting, though. But it should yield some result in a few hours or so. How about we go grab some breakfast and I tell you about my night while we eat?”
>Uh, did he just flinch?
>His gaze wander to the table and sees the vial full with your life's essence.
>”S-Sample? Of what?”
>Right, you didn't exactly tell him that you are going to experiment with your blood...
>Your smiles gets a bit wonkier.
“My blood?”
>”Blood?!”
“I know what you think right now, but believe me.... It's nothing severe and it helped me to single out what it might be. Well, at least it will once the reaction has properly finished.”
>”Okay... Why is it so black then?”
>How cute. He sounds so worried.
“From the changeling shell I put into it.”
>”Changeling shell?”
>You giggle and wave him off.
“Don't worry about it. Let me just tell you the details over our breakfast!”
>”Now?”
“Uhu? Why not? Did you have something else planned~?”
>Judging from his reaction and the bit of a crestfallen look he has right now, he had. Probably the same thing as you.
>That's nice... And you could just pounce at and take him now. But where would be the fun in that?
>Your original plan is much more exciting and sexier.
>So lets tease him a bit and don't let your intentions show.
>”N-No, not really. It's just that...”
“What's on your mind, Anon? Oops!”
>You “accidentally” swipe a booklet off the shelf behind you.
“Clumsy me.”
>Turning around, you bend down and raise your hindquarters high. Your tail slightly hanging to the left while you pick the book up again.
>That should give him a good, but still innocent looking view on your goods~
“There we are.”
>You put it back and smile at him.
“So, what's on your mind then?”
>”Well you see... I thought that we could... maybe...”
“Can that wait?” you pout, “I worked all night and didn't have time to eat something....”
>Which is a lie. You ate at least two flower sandwiches and a whole bar of chocolate, so you are as far away from being famished as Pinkie Pie during her shifts at Sugarcube Corner.
“I'm famished, Anon!”
>But sometimes lies are allowed and useful. Especially if they lead to some kinky fun.
>Consensual, kinky fun of course.
>He sighs and nods.
>”Of course.”
>Giggling, you get on your hind legs to hug him. Pressing your belly intentionally a bit harder than usual against his loins.
>Oh my~ Is this a banana in his pants or is he just happy to see you?
>Maybe your spell is still exerting some of it's effects on him and that’s why he is so eager.
>Good thing that he is here with you now~ So you can help him release all this accrued tension.
>Preferably somewhere inside you~
>”To that place you told me yesterday about?”
>You break the embrace, making sure that your whole torso slides over the bulge in his trousers while you do so and nod.
“If that’s not too much trouble for you. I mean, its further away than Sugarcube Corner.”
>Anon chuckles.
>”Nah, it's okay. Whatever you want, Twi.”
“Yay! Thank you, Anon.”
>”Don't mention it. Everything for my favourite pony.”
>He scratches behind your ears and points at the door.
>”Grab your stuff and we are good to go.”
>Okay, this it. Time to execute phase two of your plan. Which is admittedly pointless, since you could just ask him to sleep with you, but...
>You want to seduce him~
“Okay!” you chirp, “Just let me freshen up a bit first. I cleaned my room before and I'm all sweaty from that.”
>”Do this. I will wait here until you are done, okay?”
>Shaking your head,, you grab his shirt with your magic and pull him in the directions of the stairway.
“Nah. Why don't you wait in my room and read a book until I'm finished? We could talk some more.”
>He raises an eyebrow and shoots you a questioning look.
>”Through your closed door?”
>A slight blush spreads on your cheeks and you quickly hide it with your mane.
“Y-Yes. Why not? Come on now. I wanna talk and I don't want to do it alone.”
>”Gets boring after a while, eh?”
”Not if you have such an intelligent conversation partner as myself.” you say and stick your tongue out.
>”Don't forget beautiful.”
>Your blush gets brighter and hotter.
“Flatterer. But... Thank you.”
>Anon chuckles and does a little bow.
>”Just telling the truth, oh beautiful and wise unicorn. Now lead the way and we shall talk while you clear the sweat of your body.”
“Oh you~”
>You giggle and return his bow, before making your way past him and up the stairs.
>He follows on the heels of you and you feel his gaze burning smoldering holes into your backside. Just how you want it to be~
>Your tail gets blown away by a “mysterious” force and exposes once more your female bits to him.
>But only for the blink of an eye... Just short enough that it doesn't look intentional. Not that he rumbles your cunning plan and starts to make his own advances on you.
>You even have to bite back on the swaying of your hips. And you love doing this to get your boyfriends attention.
>Makes you feel sexy and feminine... But for now: Contenance, Sparkle.
>The two of you enter your bedroom and you beckon him to sit down.
“There are a few books under my pillow. Mostly romance stuff, but they are fairly entertaining. Feel free to read whatever you want.”
>He sits down and nearly knocks your teddy bear off your bed with shift his added body weight caused.
>Thankfully, your quick reactions saved your cuddle buddy from the terrible fate of falling onto your rather dusty floor.
>That you cleaned your room was also a big fat lie..
>”Sorry, Twi.”
“No biggie. I was able to save him.”
>”So...”
“Yeah?”
>”Does “feel free to read whatever you want”, include your diary?” he asks you with big smile on his face.
>You laugh and shake your head.
>Good try, but sadly your diary is beyond of dispute... For now.
>One day, you could show him the entries you wrote about him.
“Sorry, stud. My diary is hidden well and out of reach of any nosy human or little dragon.”
>Under a loose board beneath your bed... Trapped with an arcane mine... Not a harmful one, though. Only the variant that teleports the diary thief out of your room and locks it.
>You have too many saucy secrets that cannot be revealed to the outside world.
>Well... That and the few recipes for potent acids and other hazardous stuff that you stumbled upon during your various test series.
>Which is the real reason you hide and secure it so well.
>One might never know when she or he needs an acid that can dissolve a whole pony in mere minutes...
>Or poisonous gas that smells like daisies...
>”Really? Spike wants to read you diary?”
>His voice snaps you back to reality from your dark and twisted world of thought.
>Ah, yes. Seducing boyfriend now and ways to dispose of a possible, yet unlikely future corpse later.
“Yeah. Most likely because he wants to find out how to open my secret compartment.”
>”You mean: “Your secret drug lab”.”
“It's not a drug lab! I only have some drugs in there... But I don't make them myself!”
>They were times though, were you played with the thought of it... Some more money is always nice and getting the necessary ingredients does not pose a problem for you... Thanks to the royal herbary.
>But a nice filly and good student of Celestia herself, doesn't do things like that.
>And you are both: A nice filly and a good student.
>Who happens to harbour several secrets about potential biological warfare weapons, but...
>Oh well. It's not like you are going to do anything with them.
>You like your air unpoisoned and your ponies undissolved.
>So Equestria is safe.
>He chuckles.
>”I know, Twi. You showed me yesterday. Remember?”
“I-I know. Just wanted to check if you still know. Anyway...”
>“Hmm?”
“I'm off refreshing myself now. Be right back!”
>”Okay, Twi.”
>And with that said, you enter your bathroom and close the door behind you.
>Phase two was a success... Anon is sitting on your bed and is none the wiser. Time to move onto the third and final phase of your plan.
>Putting your uniform on and pray to Celestia you didn't gain a pound or two since yesterday.
>Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that bar of chocolate...
 
>Or the two flower sandwiches... Meh, its too late to regret this now.
>Either your flank makes it through the skirt's opening or it does not. And if not, you will just put the socks on and seduce him the old school way.
>You grab the white shirt and the black blazer and slide into them.
>Like yesterday, the shirt is a tight fit and actually you wanted to replace it with a newer one, but it will do.
>Its not like it will be on your body for long.
>Also it does emphasize your upper body's curves and your neck in a special way, you have to say...
>Yep. It will do.
>The blazer poses no problem and you fasten it up.
>Now you just have to adjust the shirt's ribbon thing on its collar and... Perfect.
>Hmm... Would a necklace look good with this?
>Lets see what is in your casket...
>A gold chain... Nah, too much and too long. It would dangle from your neck like a snake.
>But this ruby and amethyst choker on the other hoof.
>Yeah, this could work.
>The gem on it form your cutie mark, which would be a nice touch.
>Every mare owns at least one piece of jewellery with her cutie mark on it. It's basically Equestrian law by now, and you are not an exception.
>You put it on and look at your reflection in the mirror.
“Not too bad, if I might say so myself.”
>”Did you say something, Twi?”
“Nooohooo~”
>”Okay.”
>Giggling, you stash your jewel case away again and take the dark purple skirt into your magical grip.
“What are you reading?”
>This is the moment of truth.
“Don't let me down flanks...” you mumble.
>Or you will never see anything chocolatey or fatty again.
>Hind leg number one... Number two... And up with the skirt!
>For a moment, skirt's waistband stops at your hips and you fear that it might stay there forever, but...
>With a bit of extra effort and hold in breath, it finally slips over them and settles at your waist.
“Phew...”
>”Uhm... Almost a Gentlecolt.”
>Oh. Perfect~
>If Anon started reading from where you left off, he was directly thrown into the novel's hottest love scene.
>Where Lady Rose Petal  seduces her childhood friend and love interest, Grim Charger, for the first time.
>Her love is forbidden, though. Since he isn't noble like herself and just the a common town's guard.
>Oh my... Grim Charger... After you have first read through that cheesy romance novel, you had a bit of a crush on him.
>He's so wild and rough and has absolutely no interest in the demeanour of the nobles but plays one so he can be with the love of his life.
>Just like the title suggest: Almost a Gentlecolt, but not really.
>It has too much unneeded drama for your liking towards the finale, but it ends happily nevertheless.
>Anyway...
>With the skirt now snuggly hugging your waist, its time to put on the socks.
>Its still too short, but that is just how you wanted it to be.
>Exposing just enough of your rump to leave the rest for Anon's imagination.
>But your tail is getting in the way of that... Hmm...
>!
>You know, what would look incredible sexy with your whole ensemble? And solve your tail problem?
>If you would tie it up! With a ribbon or something.
“Buck...”
>But all your ribbons are in your closet, which is in your bedroom.
>And you can't possibly walk into it now, looking like this. That would spoil the surprise.
“What to do... What to do...”
>”Everything alright, Twi?”
“Just dandy! Don't worry!”
>”Okay... Take your time.”
>Oh no...
“I'm not on the toilet or something!”
>You hear a muffled laugh through the door.
>No time to worry if your boyfriend thinks if you are emptying your bowels, or not...
>There has to be something in your bathroom that you can use to tie your tail up.
“Mhmhmmm....”
>Ah! That could work!
>Hastily, you yank the drawers of the cupboard open and rummage through them.
>Where are they... Did you already use the- There!
>A still sealed, brand new roll of bandages. Ready to be opened and wrapped around the base of your tail.
“Perfect.”
>You have never done this before, though... Hopefully, you don't mess it up.
>Turning around, so you can see your flanks in the mirror;You rip the packaging off the bandages and begin to carefully enwrap your tail with them.
>With your magic, of course. Hooves would be too fiddly for this.
>By the celestial sisters... Rarity made this looks so easy.
>Why do you keep slipping off? Your tail is not that silky, or is it? Argh!
>But after a few retries and stifled groans of desperation, the base and dock of your tail is finally fully jacketed by the bandages and forcefully held up by their stiffness.
>Even if you tried, you couldn't cover your marehood and taint with it now.
>Just how you want it to be... Always exposed and completely defenceless to everything your boyfriend might want to do to them.
>Nice~
>Now for the finishing touch: The dark purple socks.
>They pose absolutely no problem to be put on and slide over your hind legs easily.
>Still, you think they are too short... Barely going over your knees.
>But a quick spell could fix that.
>It's only illusionary though, but if you put some extra magical energy into the spell it should just look and  feel like the real thing.
>Only one way to find out.
>Gathering the required magic winds, you add some additional mana from your own mental pool to them and release the spell.
“Uuhhh...”
>It always feels weird to use your own mental energies to fuel a spell... Like a dull headache, but without the pain.
>Just dull... dullness. Hard to describe, but not exactly pleasant.
>With a quiet sizzling sound and a purple glow, the socks begin to “grow” on your legs until their garters have reached the upper regions of your thighs.
>Hmm... They are high enough now, but look rather boring and too much like your coat... Maybe changing their colour would liven them up?
>Just a few shades darker... Nah, lets make them black instead. That should look sexy on you,
>You quickly add another few winds to the spell and they slowly start to change their colour from a dark purple to black.
>Yeah~ This will do more than nicely.
>One last time you look at yourself in the mirror.
“Oh my... By Celestia, I look bucking sexy. If I could clone myself, I would sleep with me.”
>Not that it would be totally impossible, such spells are just forbidden. For obvious reasons.
>Like world domination and similar things.
>So the looks are checked off, time for the final touch.
>Your smell.
>Taking the perfume flacon into your hooves, you spray two dashes of the fragrant liquid on each side of your neck.
>Immediately, your nostrils are filled with the pleasant and seductive scent of leather, wood and white flowers.
>There is no way he is not going to love this.
>Okay... Here goes nothing.
>You take a deep breath and walk up to your bathroom's door.
>With a light magic push, you open it and trot into your bedroom. The hoofsteps of your hind legs muffled by the soft fabric of the socks.
“Oh, Mr. Moooouuus~ I'm so sorry.”
 
>”Huh? Mr. Mous? And why are you sorry, Twili-”
>Anon looks up from his, in which he was pretty invested only a second ago, and stares at you with a gaping mouth and unblinking eyes.
>Wasn't even able to complete his sentence. How adorable.
>With a seductive smile, half lidded eyes and a hip sway that could knock anypony out that would be hit by them, you slowly walk towards him.
>Closing and locking your door with a quick spell, while you do so.
>Not that you two will be interrupted.
“For being too late for class again, of course... I can be so tardy sometimes~”
>”Twilight? What are you wearing?”
>You giggle and bat your eyelashes at him.
“Little old me? My school uniform... Like a good school filly should. Or would you rather see me without it?”
>A quiet moan escapes your lips.
“But Mr. Mous... Wouldn't that be naughty?”
>Come on... Just play along.
>He gulps and his eyes wander through the room... Like he's pondering if this is some kind of dream or not.
>But eventually, he loosens his collar and chuckles.
>”Well, of course. That wouldn't be appropriate now, would it?”
“No~”
>”But tell me, Twilight.”
“Yeah?”
>”To which class are you late again?”
>Snickering, you turn yourself around a bit so he can see your tied up tail and the rest of your outfit.
>And judging by reaction, your boyfriend seems to like it very much~
>Either a snake just moved around in his pants or that twitching bulge meant something else.
“Biology, Mr. Mous. How could you forget?”
>Anon shoots you a thin grin and shakes his head.
>”Just wanted to see if you know to which class you are tardy again! Come here for a moment, Twilight.”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Mous!”
>Your heart is beating like crazy... His voice sounded genuinely angry. What is he going to do to you?
>When you stand before his knees, he beckons you to sit down. And you do so... Even if your tail makes this more difficult than it should be.
>Kinda hurts...
>”So what is your excuse this time, Twilight? Did you “experiment” all night long? With your friends? At a party?”
“N-No... I just overslept! Honest!”
>He snorts.
>”Twilight...”
“Mhm?”
>”How many times is that now? The sixth or seventh this month? This is getting ridiculous, Twilight.”
“I know! But...”
>”No buts!” he states with a swipe of his arm, silencing you instantly.
>Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he sighs.
>”What am I going to do with you?”
>You just stare at the ground and try to look as miserable as possible.
>”I think it would be for the best, if you just repeat the entire year. You won't be able to pass any test with all the subject material you missed.”
>Repeat a year? Even in a played situation, this makes you feel sick in your guts.
“N-No! Mr. Mous, please! There must be something that I can do?” you blurt out and scoot forward.
>Holding onto his legs, you shoot him a pleading gander.
“Please. I will do anything. Just don't let me fail... Please...”
>”Anything?”
“Yes! Send me to detention, give me extra homework...”
>”Detention?  That would be futile on you. Sorry, Twilight.”
“Uhm... Uhhh...”
>Your eyes dart from side to side in mocked panic... At least part of it is mocked.
>Should you say it?
>You never had a stallion do this to you...
>But it could be nice.
>Buck it!
“S-Spank me! Anything! Really!”
>Your boyfriend gives you a bit of a surprised look, before chuckling and grabbing you by your girth.
>The strong but gentle grip of his hands, making your heart beat and your lungs suck in air faster.
>You are genuinely excited and somewhat agitated now.
>”Spank you? Finally something comes out of your mouth that isn't a lame excuse for being late.”
>He lifts you into the air and looks deeply into your eyes, beaming you a small smile that tells you that he won't be too rough, before lying your tense form down over his lap.
>Your legs uselessly dangle from each side of his and your tail swishes from side to side like a tree in a hurricane. Fully knowing what is coming next and desperately trying to prevent it.
>A queasy feeling starts to spread through your intestines.  
>You feel his hands slowly running along your back and hind legs. Exploring every inch of your outfit and feeling its various parts up.
>One of them slides under the blazer and begins to lazily rub your withers through the shirt, while the other lets its index finger run circles from your ankles up to the garters of the socks and back.
>Looks like your teacher is really digging your ensemble... Especially your leg-wear. He can't seem to get his fingers of them.
>And that thing that fiercely bores itself into your side...
>T-Total success!
>A quiet moan escapes your lips when his fingers get more daring and slowly approach your flanks from both sides.
“Aaahhh...”
>”Five should be sufficient for now, shouldn't they?”
“Yes! Whatever you deem necessary, Mr. Mous!”
>”Wonderful. Maybe we can make a good student out of you, after all.”
“Please... I just want to pass this year.”
>”We will see.”
>Anon leans down and gives the tip of your ear a gentle nibble, that sends a pleasant shower down your spine, before whispering into it:
>”Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”
“Y-Yeah.” you whisper back.
>”You smell really nice.”
“Thank you.”
>”Is this my surprise?”
“Y-Yes.”
>”I love you.”
“Love you too...”
>And with that said, he kisses your forehead and you see his hand reaching back from the corner of your eye.
>You close them and prepare yourself for the imminent impact.
>With a quiet slap, it comes back down again and collides with your rump. Sending a hot and slightly painful, yet very pleasurable sensation through them.
“Ach!”
>”One.”
>When his hand leaves your backside again, it leaves a burning aftermath behind. Almost like a small fire... Making your tail twitch in anticipation for the next one.
>Another time it slaps against your buttocks, and you can feel and hear that he put more force into it.
>The singing pain is stronger and the burning sensation hotter... But also the lust it gave you is increased.
>You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
>Will the next one sound like this too? Oh my...
“Aah!”
>”Two.”
>His hand parts from your rump once more only to come down on it again near instantly.
“Yah!”
>By Celestia... It hurts... But it hurts so good.
>”Three.”
>What a depraved and dirty filly you have become... Enjoying it when your boyfriend bites and spanks you.
>Wearing a schoolfilly outfit to arouse him, at that...
>Your backside feels so hot and sore now... And you feel so... Dominated.
>So controlled.
>So in total mercy of him and his hands.
>And you don't want it any other way~
>You bite your lower lip and raise your hindquarters higher to give your teacher a better angle to discipline you
>It's only fair... Every bit of this punishment is well deserved for such a naughty filly like you.
“More!”
>He chuckles and lazily runs the hand he used to spank you, over your burning rump. But makes sure not to actually touch your marehood or ponut... Only teasing them with light brushes that are so close to them, but yet so far away.
>You hiss and shudder in desperation.
>Playing with the bandages around your tail, he lifts your chin up so he can lock eyes with you.
>”So eager to learn. You are a good filly, Twilight.”
“No, I am not! I'm tardy!” you blurt out.
>”I know. But your punishment isn't over yet, is it?”
“No it is not...”
>”Exactly. But you will be, once it's over.”
>By Luna's full moons... You sure do hope so that you are not.
>”Two more, Twilight.”
“Y-Yes!”
>Once again, you close your eyes and brace yourself.
>And once more his hand cannons into your flank. This one was especially hard and loud.
>The singing sensation and flaming pain returns full force but also does the surge of ecstasy that ripples through your whole body like the blast wave of an explosion.
“Kyah!”
>”Four.”
>You feel yourself starting to wink now. Slow, sure... But it's there.
>A steady stream of your nectar is already leaking out of it's source like out of a broken dam. Running down your thighs and soiling the garters of the socks with its slickness.
>Anon rubs your sore flanks for a short while, digging his fingers into them and thus increasing the pain and lust you feel, before retrieving his hand again.
>By all seventy levels of tartarus... Why does this feel so good?
>Looks like the pain and pleasure principle is a real thing after all, heh... You don't complain that it is.
>”The last one, Twilight.”
>You don't say anything and just elevate your flanks even higher.
>This position kinda hurts, but it will make sure that your lady bits also get some of this loving punishment.
>And you want to get the full experience...
>How will this feel, you wonder.
>Hopefully, not too bad... But you will see.
>Yeah~ You will see.
>Anon seems to ponder about that too for a moment, but you hear him chuckle and feel his hand making several “test runs”.
>You follow its movements out of the corner of your eye and tense your whole body up when you see it striking out.
>One final time it comes down again to smite your rump with a vengeance.
>A searing pain spreads like a wildfire through them and a high pitched scream leaves your lips like a banshee’s howl.
“Yaaaahhhh!”
>Are your windows closed? Did somepony hear you? Do you even care right now?
>No!
>All this is secondary and fades into the background of your mind.
>The impact against your marehood was very painful but also highly satisfying. Both pleasure- and soundwise.
>Sending drops of your lubrication flying and making you shiver pure ecstasy.
>”Five.”
>Your lower lips feel violated and pulsate like crazy, but also are so bucking wet and engorged.
>Ready for everything...
>You collapse onto your boyfrien-... no, teacher's knees and exhale sharply through your teeth..
>Never would you have thought that this would feel so good...
>Yeah, it was also very painful. Especially the last three, when Anon decided to get bolder; But if this would have bothered you would have said something.
>The pain was just a nice addition to the lust you felt.
>Rarity just knows what’s good.
>You should listen to her more often.
 
>With a muffled groan and a bit of a forced smile, you look at Anon and brush his arm with your tail.
“Did I do good?”
>”You did, Twilight. I'm proud of you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mous.”
>Anon lets a hand run through your mane and gives the base of your ear a quick scratch, before he heaves you off his lap and settles you back down on the floor... On your aching haunches.
“Oww...”
>Immediately, his face is filled with worry but you quickly wave him off and widen your smile to disperse his worries.
>Not that he breaks his role... That would be a shame.
>It takes a while and you can see that he ponders if he should ask you if you are okay or not, but eventually he chuckles and shoots you a thin grin.
>You wonder, what he has planned next.
>Today is his turn to be in control... Yesterday was yours.
>He can do everything he want with you... You won't disagree. After all your future is at risk!
>”You did good, indeed... But do you think that's enough? Do you think you are a good filly yet?”
>Your head droops and you pretend to think for a bit.
>”Or...”
>Looking up to him, you cock your head sideways. He always found that cute.
>”What are you going to do about all that subject matter you missed?”
“I will catch up on it, of course!”
>”But Twilight...”
>Your teacher gently puts two fingers under your chin and raises it. They idly run over the short fur there.
>”The test is next week. You won't be able to make it in such a short time.”
“I... I know.”
>You yank your head away from his touch and cry a crocodile's tear.
“C.. Can't you help me? Maybe teach me now?”
>He silently laughs and forces you to look at him again with a soft push.
>”I could. But it is so much... And so hard...”
>The last words came out forced... You can tell that he cringed a bit saying them.
>How adorable.
“It doesn't matter! I will take it all!”
>”You will, huh?”
“Yeah! Like you said, Mr. Mous: I'm eager to learn!”
>You get up and put your front hooves on his thighs, pulling yourself up so that your faces are at the same height.
>Directly staring into his eyes, you say:
“I will swallow every bit of knowledge you have got for me zealously!”
>Your teacher chuckles and takes your hooves into his hands...
>”Oh, Twilight.”
>... Then parts his legs and gently puts your form between them.
>The bulge in his pants is right in front of your muzzle and you can smell his arousal through the fabric.
>What... What a rarity... You think that this is the first time you can smell it so clearly.
>All the pre cum that his cock has leaked... It's scent is invading your nose and hazes your mind.
>By Celestia... His boxers must be soaked by now.
>Looks like he enjoyed that little experiment with your rump too~
>And that your spell is still exerting some of its effects on him... But just to be sure...
>You close your eyes and gather the necessary magic winds to cast the body fluid enhancement spell.
>Buck... Not enough Hysh. But you won't give up.
>...
>There you are!
>Catching the tricky wind, you quickly release the spell before it can escape you again.
>Anon groans and bops your horn.
>”Twilight? What spell did you just cast?”
>Giggling, you nuzzle his groins.
“Just a spell to understand all that subject matter more easily, once you are ready to give it to me~”
>”Okay then. Are you ready for your first lesson?”
>You sit down on your haunches and nod, locking eyes with him.
“Y-Yes, Mr. Mous! What is it?”
>”How the reproductive organs of a male human work. You missed every single class on it!”
>A blush spreads on your cheeks.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Mous.”
>He puts a hand on the back of your head and gently pushes it towards his loins.
>”No problem, Twilight. I will teach you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mous! So...”
>Your gaze can't seem to leave this twitching hill in his trousers... You want it... Now!
“Do you have any examples to show me? To see how one works? A chart maybe?”
>Your teacher laughs and shakes his head.
>”I have something better! A live specimen!”
“R-Really!”
>”Yeah. Just do everything what I say, okay Twilight?”
“Of course!”
>”Open my pants.”
>You unbutton and unzip them. His cock bursts through the opening you created like Pinkie through your front door when she wants to surprise you.
>Sadly it is still covered by his boxers... But just like you expected, they are completely soaked with a sticky, clear liquid.
>Unintentionally and probably thanks to your addiction, you begin to drool.
“What now, Mr. Mous?”
>”Pull them down.”
>Pfft... Anon is pretty lazy today. But it's fun~
>He lifts his hips up and you use your magic to do so.
>Once his pants and boxers have reached his thighs, his penis is only held down by the rim of the underpants...
>Slowly, you slide them down and gasp when it finally springs free. Flinging a string of his pre right onto your face.
>You desperately try to lap it up, but it is to high up.
“Ahh... Buck...” you mumble.
>”No cursing in my class, Twilight.”
“Sorry, Mr. Mous. It won't happen again.”
>Oh... Oh my... His dick is covered in it's own lubrication... Gleaming and shining in the light of the morning sun.
“So... This is a human cock?”
>”The proper term is penis. But yes... It is. What do you think of it?”
“It looks amazing... And so different... Don't humans have a sheath?”
>Your teacher chuckles.
>No, they don't. And if you would have attended my classes, you would have known that.”
>The blush on your cheeks gets brighter and you giggle.
“Sorry, Mr. Mous.”
>”Don't be. You are here to learn, aren't you?”
“Yep!” you chirp, still not being able to avert your eyes from his pulsating member.
>”Lets see then what you already know... Point out the parts you know the names of. With your muzzle.”
>With your muzzle? Nothing easier than that...
>You could do with some oral fun~
“Okay. These are...”
>Gently, you nuzzle his balls. Carefully nipping at and giving them a quick lick before retrieving your head again.
>Anon lets out a cute, quiet moan.
“The testicles. Sperm is uhm... produced there?”
>”Very good. Go on.”
>Snickering, you let your tongue graze his shaft. Making him shudder and eliciting another moan from your boyfriend.
>The sweet and salty taste of his pre fills your mouth.
“This... Ahh... is the shaft. I... I don't know what it is for.”
>”I will show you later.”
>You sure do hope so~
“And this...”
>You kiss his glans. Catching the small streams that leak from there with your lips and bedewing them with their slickness.
>Careful Sparkle... His pre could get you high too... Take it slow. Despite what your brain tells you.
“Is the glans, or tip of the penis, isn't it?”
>Your teacher laughs and pats your head. Slowly applying more pressure onto it with each touch.
>”Colour me impressed, Twilight. You know more than I thought you would!”
“Thank you, Mr. Mous.”
>”Do you have any questions?”
>You cock your head.
“Actually... yes, I do.”
>”Go ahead?”
>”What does happen if somepony, say me, would stimulate it?”
>”Good question. Twilight! Wanna learn on a practical example?”
>Your mouth gapes open in mocked excitement, and you beam him a wide smile.
“Of course!”
>He slowly guides your mouth back to the tip of his cock.
>”Very good. Open wide and just follow my instructions.”
 
>You back away from his penis again.
>Not that you particularly wanted to, but playing a role requires some sacrifices.
“But what if I do badly or can't follow your instructions? What if I accidentally bi-”
>Anon shushes you with a finger.
>”Don't worry, Twilight. You will do just fine.”
>Kissing his finger, you look up to him.
“Thank you, Mr. Mous. You really do believe in me, don't you?”
>He beams you a smile and lets his hand run from your muzzle to the back of your head. Gently giving the tip of your ear a quick rub while it is on its way there.
>When you have time, you should do a study on the sensitivity of pony ears... It feels so nice.
>”I always have.”
>You lean into his touch and return his smile.
“So what should I do first? I never have done this before...”
>All stallions like this trope, don't they? The innocent and inexperienced schoolfilly?
>Also this is a perfect opportunity to find out what he really likes when you orally pleasure him and to refine your techniques a bit~
>Maybe you have overlooked a crucial thing until now? Who knows?
>Lets see and learn~
>That is what you are here for, aren't you?
>The smile on his face gets wider and you see his cock twitch.
>Bullseye.
>”Start slow. Kiss and nuzzle the testicles. Explore its length with your tongue. Just do whatever feels naturally to you, before we move on to the more advanced stuff. Okay?”
“Okay, Mr. Mous.”
>Advanced stuff, huh?
>Can you make him cum without that advanced stuff, meaning taking his cock into your mouth, you wonder?
>Just by nuzzling and licking it... It could be fun to do so.
>Also it would add to your role.
>Yeah, lets try this~
>If that doesn't work, you can still suck him off normally. So he will have his fun, one way or another.
>He guides your head back to his dick.
>Its scent as strong as ever and still glistening from all the pre it has leaked.
>”But enough talking now. Be a good filly and show your teacher what you know and what he has to teach to you.”
>By Celestia... Every inch, from the its tip to its base, is completely drenched.
>Maybe you overdid it a bit with your spell? You were so desperate to find Hysh that you perhaps added too much when you finally found some...
>No wonder he cannot wait for you to finally start~
>Lets not torture him any longer.
>With a giggle and a nod, you move your muzzle to his balls and give each of them a gentle nuzzle.  Making sure to use the short and soft fur you have there, to their greatest effect.
>They are so swollen... Brimful with his delicious, sticky cum.
>Yeah, you certainly overdid it. But you will rectify that soon enough~
>You begin to gently flick and trace them with your tongue. Relishing the slightly salty taste of his sweat.
>Each lick rewards you with a moan from your teacher and a twitch of his member. Sending another pour of his lubrication out, that directly finds its way on your muzzle.
>Slowly it collects itself there, and runs in small spurts into your mouth.
“Mmhh...”
>So sweet and tangy... And concentrated~ Perfect, just how you like it.
>Burying your muzzle deep into Anon's scrotum, you inhale its musky scent and let your tongue caress its under- and backside.
>Good thing that your pony tongue is so long and broad~ There is no way some human girl could do that.
>You can feel how his cock wildly jerks above you, rubbing against the velvety skin of your horn while you erratically lick and lap at his testicles.
>”Oh, Twi...”
>The pressure on your occiput increases and you open your mouth a bit wider to take one of his balls into it.
>You suckle and carefully pull on it, before releasing it again with a quiet pop to repeat this procedure on it's counterpart.
>He moans loudly and grips your mane. The slight pain, making you shudder in delight.
>That spanking session really opened you up for new stuff, you have to say~
>Releasing his testicle from your wet grasp, you give each of them a quick kiss and place your lips at the base of his cock.
>You can feel his heartbeat on them.
>Gradually, you let them run up his length. Your tongue collecting every bit of his bitter-sweet lubrication that happens to be on its path.
>Once you reached the tip, you lock eyes with your teacher and swallow as loud as possible.
>”Very good.”
>Hopefully his pre can't get you high, or this will end sooner than he or you might like. There is so much of it, that you can't avoid it getting into your system.
>But until now, you don't feel anything.
>You giggle at his praise and move your head down again. Giving his whole length a big lick, before blowing on the wet trail you created.
>Eliciting a pleasant shiver from him and a hard twitch from his cock.
>Time after time you repeat this on every inch of his shaft, until he has enough of your teasing and somewhat forcefully tries to guide your head back up again.
>Apparently, so he can start teaching you the advanced stuff.
>Sadly, this will not happen.
>You shake him off and put your front hooves on each side of his pulsating member. Slowly starting to masturbate him.
>Each stroke pushing another squirt of his pre out, which you immediately catch in your awaiting maw.
>So good~ And there is so much of it. Isn't this just your lucky day?
>Once again, you let your tongue run over the underside of his cock. Eliciting another moan and shudder from him.
>See, isn't this nice too?
>”Twilight, please...”
>Retrieving your head from his dick, you shoot him a confused look.
>Of course, you still keep the movements of your hooves up. Not that it goes all limp and soft~
“What is it, Mr. Mous? Am I not doing well?”
>”You are, but don't you think we should move on? You understood the basics, but there is so much more you can learn.”
>You giggle and kiss his glans.
“There is? Isn't that enough to see what happens if I stimulate it enough?”
>”Sadly, it isn't. It will need much more stimulation that you give it right now, to do that.”
“Ohh... What should I do instead then?”
>His thumb brushes your lips and slowly pries itself inside them.
>You close your eyes and start to suckle on it.
“Mmmhh~”
>”See? This for example.”
>Honestly, it would be nice to feel him a bit more... direct. But that would deviate from your original plan.
>Giving his appendage a last nip, you let it exit you and increase the pace of your stroking. Your hooves rapidly moving up and down on his length, making him groan and tense up.
>How adorable~ If you keep this up for just a tad longer, he will cum.
“But I want to see what happens when it is stimulated enough...”
>That would be a bit too soon for you, however. And seeing him enjoy what you do to him is part of the fun too.
>So you slow down again, to a more reasonable speed.
>Anon visibly relaxes and leans forward.
>”What about your uniform? I have quite a bit in me...” he whispers.
“I can just wash it later. Don't worry.” you whisper back.
>”Are you sure?.”
“Yep! Do you like it?”
>He beams you a smile, cups your face and plants a loving kiss on your lips.
>You feel his tongue crawl out and you waste no time to free yours from its wet hiding place and let it engage his in a sensual dance.
>They snake and play around each other, trying to gain dominance with more and more daring acrobatics.
>For a while, it looks like you are going to win this battle. Your broader and longer tongue, easily overpowering his.
>But in war, strength is not all that counts.. You forgot that.
>In the end, his superior dexterity allows him to subdue your tongue with ease. Locking it in place with a gentle hold.
>A warm shudder runs down your spine and you moan into his mouth.
>Anon breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes.
>”Does that answer your question? It looks sexy as hell on you.”
>Once more, the temperature in your cheeks increases.
>A stray hand wanders down your side to your hind legs and plays with the garters of your socks.
>”Especially those. And...”
>It runs up your thigh again, along your rump and then brushes slightly over your soaked marehood before it settles on the bandaged base of your tail. Idly tracing its windings.
“Aahh~”
>His touches... Always so subtle, yet so effective.
>”This. I don't know why, but seeing your tail like that drives me wild.”
>You giggle and peck his nose.
“That was my intention~ If you want, I could tie it up like this more often, loverboy.”
>”Don't forget about the socks.”
“Of course not~”
>Leaning back and resting your bodyweight on your front legs, you let a stocking-hooved hoof graze over the underside of his member.
“How does this feel?”
>He moans and presses the hoof harder against him. Guiding it up and down on his throbbing shaft.
>”Incredible, Twi.”
>You bite your lower lip and watch with great pleasure, as the cloth that covers your hoof gets more and more soiled with the sticky, clear fluid he seeps.
>Tinting it even darker than it was before.
>But it is so wasted there...
>So you retrieve it again, much to the disapproval of Anon, and get back on your haunches. Your soaked hoof leaving a wet trail where it slid over the wooden floor.
>Kinda hot, you have to admit~
>”Aww...”
“I know, stud. But that's not we play right now, is it?”
>Anon chuckles and runs a hand through your mane.
>”Yeah. You're right.”
“But if you behave and play your role nicely, I will consider buying some even sexier and nicer feeling pairs~”
>Rarity should be able to help you along with that. In the back of her boutique is a small room that serves as its “adult section”.
>Full with all sorts of “special clothing” that a mare might need.
>And some stallions... But lets not get into that now.
>There are fare more important and fun tasks at hoof right now.
>”That would be appreciated, my Love.”
>There it is again. Makes your heart flutter every time.
“But...”
>”Hmm?”
“Lets get back to business, shall we?” you ask him with a wink.
>He pinches your cheek.
“Hey~ Stop that.”
>”Ain't I'm the teacher and get to decide such important decisions like these?”
>Snickering, you wiggle out of his fingers and stick your tongue out.
“How could I forget? Of course!”
>”So just to clarify that once more... It's okay if I cum on you?”
>You shoot him a seductive grin and nod.
“Very much so, stud~”
>”Okay then.”
>Your teacher harrumphs, to show that he is in his role again, and pats your head.
>”Don't worry about that, Twilight. I will tell you when it's nearer the time.”
“Really? Is this possible?”
>”Of course it is! Believe me, I know what I'm talking about.”
“I would never imply otherwise!” you say with mocked dismay.
>”And you are better off doing so, my dear student.”
>His cock is starting to get softer in your hooves... Something that you will not allow to happen on your watch!
>So you slowly begin to massage it again with strong but deliberate pumps.
>And in no time at all, it ceases its contraction and stands proudly before you again.
>Very nice~
“What should I do next, Mr. Mous? Just take it into my mouth and suck on it?”
>”That is a good way to start.”
>You beam him a wide smile.
“Okay! Anything special I should do? So it happens faster?”
>”You are really eager to learn, aren't you?”
“Uhu! You showed me how to be a good filly, Mr. Mous! And I want to make you proud!”
>Anon scratches his chin and thinks for a bit... Or at least he pretends to do so.
>”Twilight...”
“Yeah?”
>”Do you like philosophical questions?”
“Uhh... I don't know?”
>What is he driving at?
>”Yes or no.”
“Yes... I guess.”
>He chuckles and raises a finger.
>”Wonderful! Then think about this one: “How deep is a pony's throat anyway?”.”
>Oh by the celestial sisters and their lost siblings... That is so bad and not philosophical at all that it almost hurts.
>But not a bad way to stay in his role while he tells you to deepthroat him, you have to admit.
>Barely managing to stifle a giggle, you shoot him a nod.
“I think, I understand Mr. Mous.”
>”Great. I knew that you had potential, Twilight. You just had to find it first.”
“Thank you... For never giving me up.”
>You try to squeeze a tear out, but it doesn't seem to work... So you hope that your act is convincing enough without it.
>”Don't mention it. Now show your teacher that potential of yours, will you?”
>He cups your cheek and lets a thumb lazily run over the soft fur there.
“Of course! I won't disappoint you!”
>”You won't, my dear student. You won't.”
>And with that said, the hand on your cheek wanders to the back of your head and applies a light pressure on it.
>Slowly but steadily, forcing you closer and closer to his awaiting and still leaking penis.
>You part your lips and let them gradually engulf his glans while your tongue erratically laps at his shaft.
>When they finally have taken it fully inside your warm and moist cavity, you hear him moan and feel his cock wildly twitch.
>Shooting a thick spurt of his pre directly inside you, which you immediately and greedily devour.
>”Yeah... That's the stuff.”
>Your words~
>Even if he broke his role a bit... But you will ignore this little faux pas of his.
>Can't blame him for digging your skills, can you now~?
>No, you can't.
>Lets make him dig them some more, shall we Sparkle?
“Hmm~”
>Inch by inch, you let him enter you deeper and deeper. Past your teeth and the base of your tongue, until you can lastly feel him prodding the entrance to your throat.
>Now comes the hard part... Which may be even harder than the thing you suck on right now:
>Fellating him as deep as possible.
>Carefully, you start to bop up and down on him to accommodate your oesophagus to his thrrobbing girth and manage to get it inside it a bit further with each attempt.
>When your muzzle has almost reached his pelvis, you decide that this is enough and pull your head back one last time.
>With one fluent movement, you let it slide down on his length until your muzzle has hilted against his pelvic bone with a soft, but somewhat painful impact.
>Oww... Perhaps that was a bit too fast.
>But now he is so deep inside you... You can feel it pulsate against the tight walls of your throat.
>A delightful sensation~
>You let your tongue caress the pulsating underside of his member with slow, rolling motions and start to swallow empty, just like yesterday.
>He seemed to enjoy that.
>”God, Twilight!”
>Looks like he still does~
>Each swallow elicits another moan from from your teacher and an additional strong jerk of his dick in the narrow tunnel that is your oesophagus.
>The pressure inside it is almost unbearable... And you need air soon.
>So you slowly go up on his cock again. Letting your tongue coil around and rhythmically squeeze it while you do so.
>When your lips have finally reached his glans again, you suckle on it for a bit and indulge yourself on the juices it never ceased to leak.
>Your hooves convince it to give you even more and you moan into it with delight as you swallow what you have gathered.
>So sweet... So salty... So perfect.
“Mmhmm...”
>You feel the pressure on the back of your head increasing, and you look up to your teacher.
>His lips bear a warm smile and his face an almost pleading look.
>”Soon, my dear student. But you will have to keep your former performance up.”
>Oh my... Of course.
>What comes out now is nice, but what will come out when you have finally stimulated it enough is even nicer.
>And thicker and far more satisfying~
>Giggling, you shoot him a wink and swallow a final time. Coating your tongue and throat with the slick fluid before going down on his shaft another time.
>”Very good, Twilight. I will tell you, like promised.”
>With almost no effort at all, it enters and exits your throat and you start to bop your head up and down.
>Every time you pull your head back up again, you rub your tongue all over his length and suck hard on its engorged tip only to impale your oesophagus once again.
>Your teacher's breathing starts to get faster and his grip on your mane stronger.
>Guiding your movements and making sure you don't slow down, while his rock hard cock penetrates your throat.
>But soon he assumes direct control and sets the rhythm for them with the hand on the back of your head.
>Increasing their pace and intensity with each passing second and each advance he makes you do.
>Tears start to form in your eyes and you just let it happen and follow his instructions  to the best of you abilities... Just let him teach you. Like it is expected from a good filly.
>And he is formidable at it.
>At this point you have given up to effectively control your tongue and just let press against his dick's underside and count the heartbeats you can feel on it as a measure to control your breathing, while he uses your head as a tool to pleasure himself with.
>So primal...  So raw...  He just uses you. and you like it.
>More and more frequently you feel his loins tense up and hear him groan in ecstasy.
>He is close... But...
>If he keeps this up he will cum inside you... Not that you wouldn't want this, but still...
>You rather have a second round with him than lying high off your rockers on the floor, giggling at imaginary ponies.
>But just as you wanted to do something against this, he gives you a crude sign with his free hand.
>”Now! Twilight!”
>Immediately, the pressure on the back of your head is gone and you yank it off his cock.
>Grabbing it with both of your front hooves, you open your mouth wide and start to pump it mercilessly.
>Each of your strokes making it twitch and jerk just a bit more fiercely. Until...
>Your teacher's form is shaken by a shudder and he lets loose with an almost animal like grunt.
“Ahhh!”
>His balls contract and a several giant spurts of his hot seed fly out of his cock. Covering your muzzle and forehead with it's sticky, glutinous glory.
>It splatters against your cheeks and nose, dripping down to your uniform and staining them white.
>When you feel his cum landing on your tongue and filling your mouth with its salty and bitter aroma, you close your eyes and increase your hooves pace.
>Milking him now for all its worth in an attempt to get every single drop out of him.
>And it seems to work, since his penis still hasn't stopped to bombard you with it's viscous ammunition.
>More and more of it lands all over your face and you lose your focus as you lose yourself in this sensation.
>Some of it starts to run out of your mouth, so you close it to keep that what you desire most now inside.
>Your upper body feels wet and surely your blazer is completely ruined by now. But you don't care.
>What matters is all of his hot, gluey love on you. That forms pools on your face's features and slowly runs down on them like a thick goo.
>Trickling from it on your upper body and smudging your uniform even more than it already is.
>Finally, you feel his penis twitch one last time in your hooves and feel one last strand hit your cheeks.
>You catch it with your tongue and unite it with its brethren in your mouth.
>There is so much of it inside you now... Is swallowing it really a good idea?
>...
>Buck it. You will be fine.
>For a moment more, you relish the sticky saltiness and roll it around, covering every inch of your oral cavity with it, before swallowing it all with a big gulp.
>Like on your face, it flows just as viscidly down your throat.
>And you love this feeling.
>A warm sensation spreads through you and hazes your mind.
>But... But you think you can control it. Fight it.
>Y-Yeah...
>You open your eyes and see your teachers gradually shrinking cock before them. A large, milky-white droplet of its seed hangs down from it.
>It shouldn't get to waste... No...
>So you let your lips engulf his glans once more and softy suck on it. Eliciting a quiet moan from him.
>With a kiss on the very tip of it, you swallow and put your hooves back on the floor.
>Which also got it's fair share of Anon's cum... But not as much as you, heh. That would be silly, wouldn't it?
>A floor with a fetish... Hehe...
>Your throat feels sore...
>You look up to him and beam him a smile.
>Is it wonky? You can't tell.
>Probably.
>He returns it and gives your right ear... Yeah, you think its the right one... A quick scratch.
>Feels nice...
>A mare could lose herself in touches like these...
>Wait, what?! Lose? No way!
>You have a role to play!
“W-Wow... So that is what happens if I stimulate it enough...”
 
>Giggling, you wipe your face with a sleeve and slosh what you have gathered down to the ground. Creating another opaque-white puddle on the wooden boards of your flooring.
>Some stray droplets find their way on your bare thighs and stick the short hairs of your fur there together.
>Not that it matters... You are already full of his seed anyway.
>Your face feels damp where residues of it remain and it has sunken deep into fabric of your blazer.
>Especially the stains on its sleeves and shoulders, on which most of your teacher's cum has dripped onto, will be a pain in the flank to get out.
>But such a hot experience was worth every future cleaning problem it might have caused.
>The feeling of him bombarding your face... Each impact made you shiver in delight and await the next one even more.
>It's strong distinctive taste filling your mouth and numbing your tongue.
>The sensation of it slowly running down your throat... Spreading its risky, but ever so fascinating effects with deadly precision through your body.
>Affecting every cell and every fibre that you call your own.
>With you, a purple unicorn mare, perfectly aware of her affliction what it can do to her. And probably will.
>But disregarding the consequences for a short lived act of fun and rampant lust.
>And now...
>She has to pay the toll for it.
“Urgh...”
>”Twi?”
>By the second, your vision gets blurrier and more distorted. Warping everything around you into a amorphous, wobbling mess of bright colours.
>A million thoughts arrive and leave your brain at a rapid speed, like it is some kind of express train station.
>Staying just long enough to scream bloody murder at you for you to finish them. Slowly but steadily driving you into madness.
>Your whole body feels like it is vibrating on a molecular level.
>And just like yesterday, your sense of touch is increased to ridiculous heights. Making your schoolfilly uniform feel like it is a living and breathing part of you.
>By Celestia... No... NO!
>Something touches your shoulder.
>Why does it bring about its effects so bucking fast? It doesn't make one celestiabucking, damn bit of sense!
>No drug know to ponykind or any other sapient Equestrian race shows signs of its effects in just mere seconds after its ingestion.
>Your fight, which you so keenly have sworn to decide, seems so pointless now.
>So dumb and so futile.
>”Hey, Twi!”
>It gently shakes you.
>You close your eyes in attempt to regather your senses. But to no avail.
>They all have decided to sell you down the river. Doing what they want and completely ignoring your pleas for reality.
>For logic.
>For anything sensible.
>So you just give in and endure their crazed actions. With your breathing remaining as the only thing you can actively control.
>A shattering shudder verberates your form like an earthquake, at the same time as a sharp pain splits your head in two like it got struck by a thunderbolt.
“Arch...”
>From colourful to total darkness in just the blink of an eye...
>From hypersensitivity to complete numbness in the tiniest fraction of a second...
>A whole sea of thoughts made bone dry in a mere moment...
>Funny how some things can go...
>”Twilight?!”
>A crooked grin spreads on your lips and you feel yourself falling... But to where?
>”Fuck!”
>You neither know, nor do you care.
>All you want is to rest. Everything and any place will do. Even the cold, hard and soiled oaken floor of your room.
>Sounds nice right now...
>With a twisted sense of anticipation, you await the harsh impact. But it never comes.
>Instead something soft, yet firm catches you and slowly lifts you into the air.
>Settling you onto something warm... And nice smelling.
>This is better than the floor...
>You wonder what it could be.
>...
>..
>.
 
End Part 14