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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22No_Home_for_Anon.22.28AiE.29">"No Home for Anon"(AiE)</span><a href="&quot;No_Home_for_Anon&quot;(AiE)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;No Home for Anon&quot;(AiE)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;Read this:<br />� � � � This is completed. I consider this to be my first &quot;true&quot; green, as I realized I was doing nothing different from any other ol' Anon. So a few months after the season <span class="nu0">4</span> finale, I began writing this, and finally completed it when I dropped it into this pastebin (<span class="nu0">20</span> days or so after the season <span class="nu0">5</span> premiere. Pancakes were very abundant in season <span class="nu0">5</span>, but it is a coincidence that they happen to be major plot-point in this story. The story contains the following<br />� �<br />� � -Pancakes<br />� � -Emphasis on Anon as an individual character along with others<br />� � -Lewdness<br />� � -And trying to create a feeling of genuine friendship<br />&#160;<br />I hope you enjoy.<br />� � � � � � Beans (Fui)--<span class="nu0">1</span>/<span class="nu0">23</span>/<span class="nu0">16</span><br />_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br />&#160;<br />No Home for Anon<br />First posted on April <span class="nu0">21</span>, <span class="nu0">2015</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I don't know what to do, Twilight!&quot; you yell in a fit of anger at her from across the room.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She carries a concerned look in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's ok, we can can get you another one, promise!&quot; She says. She's still loud but not necessarily yelling at you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, for Christ's sake! You'll just, what, beam another human house for the only human in Equestria?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growl angrily, and find a tiny pony chair in her castle library to sit in and clutch your head in frustration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You barely fit in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You miss your old chairs....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your old chairs for your size were, naturally, in your house. Were.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see, what happened here was Twilight accidentally burnt down your house through performing some magical experiment with her friends this afternoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since your home was by the woods outside of town, they figured that the area would be a good place to try it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was trying to make it so that something could warm up more easily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Think of it as a magical microwave spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It went wrong in so many ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The energy she released bounced off of a rock onto your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fucking rock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The energy then made your house into a blazing hellfire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One that you were inside of too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're lucky you got out with your smooth-ass ninja skills.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Purple Smart and co. Could have burnt you into human bacon</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, please, just listen to me&quot; Twilight comes up to you, putting a hoof on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm a Princess, I can get you a new house. You got one from Celestia because of your situation, and this is no different. I promise&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her as she gives the most nicest and caring face to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her beautiful eyes gaping into you with so much emotion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't describe it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's that nurturing look that says everything will be ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You respond appropriately.</span><br />&quot;I'm not going to have a home for a while, am I?&quot; You ask, breaking the moment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, yeah, that too...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then puts her hoof on her chin, and thinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, you can stay here! With Spike and I!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it is a Castle, and it would be awesome to sleep in a fucking crystal tree castle, but damn you miss the old Treebrary so much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why must the pain still linger?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could do some cool shit, like sit on a throne and such.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always thought you deserved a throne.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Choices choices.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight notices the internal struggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You could also stay with my friends if they'll let you.&quot; she says trying to be helpful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kek, you can't do that purple smart.</span><br />&quot;You kidding? Why would I do that to myself!?&quot; you ask her sounding sickened by the mere idea.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks surprised by your answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why not? They're your friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to explain.</span><br />&quot;Well, for starters, Rainbow's cool, but she gets way too annoying with her ego. Rarity? Well, I could help sell stuff and make bits, but she' way too &quot;elegant&quot; for me. Then Aj and Pinkie would work me to death...and you know about Fluttershy...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would have said why you didn't want to stay at Fluttershy's creepy cottage of molestation, but Twilight knew the details.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too many details.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god she's understanding of that.</span><br />&quot;I'll stay where I can manage for at least a few minutes&quot; you put your hands on your hips, cause you're the sas master, and your sas can not be smashed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight thinks of what you said, and looks back at you with an accepting smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, welcome to my humble abode, mister Anon,&quot; Twilight says with a fancy accent teasingly.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a just as playful bow in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next you pick up her hoof.</span><br />&quot;Thank you for having me, Princess Twilight Sparkle&quot; you reply just as teasingly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you gently kiss her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would be slapped if this were you on Earth, but you don't focus on that detail, as you realized that you sounded like Pierce Brosnan when talking fancy like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only ponies knew Pierce Brosnan so you could brag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight blushes and giggles at the gesture of your kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, you really are Pierce Brosnan, makin' dem hoes redder than the finest wine....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice one brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks fag *burp*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight starts to head to the hallway, but quickly remembers something, and turns her head back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and Spike will make us dinner in a half hour, so don't go anywhere,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You won't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're fucking hungry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks off to probably go and do smart things you'll never do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smart fucker.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a just as playful bow in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next you pick up her hoof.</span><br />&quot;Thank you for having me, Princess Twilight Sparkle&quot; you reply just as teasingly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you gently kiss her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would be slapped if this were you on Earth, but you don't focus on that detail, as you realized that you sounded like Pierce Brosnan when talking fancy like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only ponies knew Pierce Brosnan so you could brag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight blushes and giggles at the gesture of your kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, you really are Pierce Brosnan, makin' dem hoes redder than the finest wine....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice one brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks fag *burp*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight starts to head to the hallway, but quickly remembers something, and turns her head back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and Spike will make us dinner in a half hour, so don't go anywhere,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You won't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're fucking hungry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks off to probably go and do smart things you'll never do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smart fucker.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Heh heh, sorry Rarity. I'm afraid he'll be with me,&quot; you try to explain to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity.exe now initiating boy talk mode</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my...I always thought you did need a coltfriend, have you two done anything....special?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd just love to have a go at the big hunky-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahem~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon clears his throat to state his presence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity stops and just slowly turns around, eyes wide as dinner plates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to laugh out loud, but a few snorts make there way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon just gives her a blank look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity freezes solid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or she was spooked solid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon does not seem to be phased in the slightest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, please, go on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh....uh, hi Anon,&quot; Rarity says nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, how ya doin'?&quot; he just acts so causal. He's enjoying this too much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm, er....fine!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lies are all you and Anon see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh....Well, I must be going now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M'kay,&quot; Anon responds flatly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity zooms out at speeds that might even rival Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the two front doors open then slam shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's so bizarre.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love it.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;That was hilarious!&quot; You laugh loudly alongside him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, now I know why she's always so&#160;?friendly' to help me shop for her clothes,&quot; Anon says.</span><br />&quot;Don't worry, I'm sure she can teach you how to sew,&quot; you say sarcastically.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just never knew she had a thing for pimply, fat ogres&quot; anon continues, but that was just confusing to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it was a joke?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh unsurely.</span><br />&quot;Heh heh....Yeah....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was he referring to himself?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, everyone always say he's like the cats pajamas behind his back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell,just about every mare in town thought along the same lines of Rarity about Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For Celestia's sake, you think Rainbow Dash may even have a crush on him. &gt;Maybe you should write about this in your &quot;private&quot; letters to Celestia.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon then stops chuckling, and you think you did something wrong.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Nothing. I just~&quot;</span><br />&quot;What is it?&quot; you ask Anon.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He takes a few moments to look around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said Spike was gonna make dinner, no?&quot; he says, curiosity thick in his voice.</span><br />&quot;What about it?&quot; He looks at you like you were the dumbest thing ever.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? You're the smartest Pony in Equestria and you don't know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare the glare of one thousand angry and damned souls at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, not that intensely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry...&quot; he apologizes sheepishly, &quot;but my question's simple...Where's Spike?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a second and notice Anon's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where is Spike?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He should have been in here as fast as a speeding bullet as soon as Rarity had came in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But wait, he should have been in here cooking first off!</span><br />&quot;Spiiiiiike!&quot; you holler for him loudly, making Anon cringe at the unexpected yell.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Geez, maybe a warning would be nice...&quot; he mutters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call him again, intentionally louder than before, much to your guest's annoyance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually a quick little series of pit-plats from his running and hurrying to you would be heard now, but not a sound was heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if he was kidnapped?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he ran off to find himself again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thousands of scenarios flow through your head as you start to panic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Twilight, I think I-&quot; you stop him mid sentence.</span><br />&quot;Anon, this is bad! Really, really, bad!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step closely to Anon and grab him by the waist, your body not tall enough to reach his broad shoulders.</span><br />&quot;Something bad could have happened!&quot; sweat forms on your forehead as you only grow more nervous.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon still holds his staid face as it is, and gently pushes the trembling hooves off as he exhales.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Or he could have gone with the &quot;Cutie Mark Crusaders&quot; to spend the night, and says you can eat out tonight,&quot; He says as he calmly lifts up a scroll written by the dragon himself from the fridge.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, right-&quot; You chuckle nervously and grin uneasily as you rub the back of your head with your hoof.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon doesn't seem to notice, or must be really good at hiding the fact he thinks you're being weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meh, whatever. You know any good eats?&quot; Anon asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pats his stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm kinda hungry.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, what are you in the mood for?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugs his shoulders at you as he scratches his manly stubble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It complimented his face real nicely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could use some pizza. Do you guys even have pizza here?&quot; an unsure Anon says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;Why, we ponies invented pizza here in Equestria!&quot; You act snobbishly to Anon, merely teasing him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well humans invented space travel, my good sir~&quot; Anon replies just as ridiculously snooty sounding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of the playful banter continuing, though, you just stare wide-eyed.</span><br />&quot;R-really?&quot; You ask, gawking in disbelief. &quot;How can one even do that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, and we also invented pizza in my home world, too&quot; he says ignoring your question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push aside the thoughts of space travel for your stomach growls for food too.</span><br />&quot;Let's go order some pizza, Anon.&quot; you trail off.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up the castle kitchen phone up with your magic, and the familiar tone of the phone rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, you use the very tip of your hoof to spin the phone dial.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear it ring for a moment, but you finally get answered.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, this is PegaPizza, how can I help you?&quot; A young colt answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like the sound of his voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice yet strong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also like how he actually sounded like he had effort.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yes, may we have a pizza with....&quot; You cover the speaking part of the phone. &quot;What do you want on it?&quot; You ask Anon.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever you'll get.&quot; Anon says back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get back to the pizza colt on the line.</span><br />&quot;I'll have a pizza with everything please&quot; You say politely.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Everything? Well, alrighty then. That'll be 45 bits, who am I sending this to and what is your address?&quot;</span><br />&quot;This is Princess Twilight Sparkle. I think you know what my house looks like and where it is...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Awkward silence ensued for at least twenty seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't anything new for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a princess, and you get this reaction.</span><br />&quot;Hello?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;U-uhm your Princess will be pizza in 30 minutes...I-I mean your pizza will be there in 30 minutes, Princess!&quot; The cute sounding colt stammers as you chuckle on the phone.</span><br />&quot;Okay, it's a date then&quot; and with that flirtatious goodbye, you hang up giggling.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting out pent up frustration like that was actually quite nice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should do it more...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're you again, Anon, and you just saw Twilight make a pizza boy probably cream his pants through the phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never knew she had that kind of side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, that was straight-up Rarity cock-teasing Spike kind of action, bro.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think to yourself about poor Spike, and how his waifu wants your dick instead...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least the pizza will be here, and you can save some for the poor little salamander, later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But seriously, you didn't know Twilight could act so flirtatious.</span><br />&quot;Was that really necessary, Twi?&quot; you ask dryly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smirks at you in a way that makes you want an adult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong? Jealous?&quot; she responds with a raise of a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suddenly feel flustered.</span><br />&quot;Of course not, baka!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Purple Smart begins to grin frighteningly at you.</span><br />&quot;Twilight...&quot; You give her a scared look, stepping back.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really hope she wasn't about to pull a Fluttershy and try to rape you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to take notice, and stops before your only pants that were out of the fire intact aren't soaked with fear-induced urine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I'm playing with you&quot; She says, playfully nudging your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in relief, and smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you boop her nose.</span><br />&quot;BOOP!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle violently tries to swat your finger away and squees.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, just playin' with ya&quot; You grin mischievously.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk out and grab your book from her library you brought in before Rarity showed up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you don't know what to do about the Rarity situation, and you plan on finding a book for that too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you might as well since you're practically living in a library.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking through the hall to the library, though you can't help be feel odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like something's happening, or is going to happen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figure it's just you adjusting to the place and continue on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The book you're currently reading, on the other hand/hoof, is about how to construct things, and lots of other DIY stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figured that since your hands are physically superior to a pony's hoof and stronger than a unicorn's telekinesis, you might as well make your new house full of awesome shit that you'd install yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't stellar at math, but you weren't horrible either, so the engineering aspect won't be too hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your house would be super functional with convenience and cool shit you'd see on youtube.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also wanted to build a Batcave and run around Equestria as Batman, but nopony knew who Batman was, and you're the only fucking human in this fucking world, so your secret identity would be no fucking help there.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally make it back to the castle library within about 5 minutes or so, and start to look for books involving how to cope with sexual harassment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...but instead, you switched to other thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if the others are like that behind your back, talking about your bod and stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew Fluttershy was a fucking sexual predator whenever she was near you, but what of the others?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How does a pony think sexually?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember the call for the pizza delivery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight would never act like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, she does have a tendency for bottling up feelings if they are pressuring her, and displays them subtly with hope for attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that was her way to vent on her restricted sex life?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe deeply and stop for a moment.</span><br />&quot;...Why the fuck I am thinking about this?&quot; You ask the empty library, the books the only listeners.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, not only are you over thinking this, your thinking about possibilities with unlikely chances of even being possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight wouldn't ever be caught hitting on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know, and when you don't know about something, that's when you decide to get a book on holmesian deduction, or it's pony relative, hoolfian deduction instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With this baby, you may get a better way to find out what thoughts are going through ponies' minds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and your social skills suck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such autism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also pick a book about getting more muscle mass, thinking that you might as well get healthy and stronk, but you didn't expect there to be nothing helpful at all for humans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you forget that you're in a world of magical colored ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you can just work even harder at AJ's farm or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a while though, you actually were losing weight. From 230 something pounds to PURE MUSCLE, you were proud of yourself for being muscular.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were back on Earth, all them hoes would flaunt themselves at your feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're not back on Earth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're at your new home.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find a chair that's the proper size for a pony, and try to sit in it so you can read, and slowly lower your muscular tush to the tiny seat and sit hunched over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Imagine seeing Lou Ferrigno sitting in a chair for toddlers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That'd be e best and bluntest description of what this sight probably looks like, a ripped man in a tiny seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell this isn't gonna work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up to only stand with the seat clenching to your ass with the chair arms. &gt;This is why you miss your old house's chairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because they were made for a human booty to sit in.</span><br />You tug at it but it won't get off, the chair arms hugging too tightly.<br />&quot;Oh for fuck's sake, don't do this to me, man&quot; you mutter in frustration.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remained hunched over, not able to use your butt's entire movability, so you can't stand straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull arduously, but this bitch won't let go of your ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of like Fluttershy in that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The arms only continue clamping, and you're butt starts to get sore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll be needing some help..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even with the body of an Olympic master, you're apparently still not strong enough to get this chair off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waddle through the hall so you can find Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not too bad though, the way you're walking makes you feel like you're a mother fucking velociraptor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah...you're a mother fucking dinosaur, bitch!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No...even better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're Godzilla, mother fuckah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, it's not so bad anymore...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Godzilla is best pony.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down, still in the kitchen, now sipping tea you made after anon left to read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is he so perfect?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're glad someone might start liking books as much as you do, as you feel like you can talk to him more freely, and actually know vaguely what you are talking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is unless you discuss magic or history.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the sciences, though, Anon seemed quite ingenious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He knew stuff that even you didn't know, and you know a lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What impressed you even more was his sense of humor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder where Anon grew his sense of humor from quite frequently, as it was like no other kind of comedy you've ever seen before in your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One thing you found out was that he tends to use sarcasm as a source of humor rather than ridicule like most ponies use it for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's not to say he doesn't know how to use it in other ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever Anon's insulted, he can use a clever joke to aim it right back at the offender, making him the laughing stock instead of Anon's self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like he knows comedy-fu or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes though, he'll be like Pinkie, and do something completely spontaneous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something like-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Twilight! Look at me! I'm a fucking dinosaur!&quot; Anon runs in wildly, a pony chair too small for a human stuck to his human butt forcing him to squat like a dinosaur as he makes these weird, retarded roaring noises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh from the sight alone, and his randomness as a treat accompanies with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to settle when he stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's things like this why you love him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why he's perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perfect for you, of course.</span><br />&quot;Heh....I was just thinking about your sense of humor Anon. Good timing&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugs, &quot;I guess timing is the key to comedy after all&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn that was clever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suddenly feel the urge to point out that you caught his pun, or he'd not be impressed by you.</span><br />&quot;I see what you did there,&quot; you say knowingly.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, well, anyways, I'm actually kind of stuck...&quot; Anon says as he starts pointing to your chair, one you would never sit in if you were as muscular and beefy like him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God his body was so perfect!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your magic to try and pull him out of the tight chair that was squeezing his butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While helping him though, you can't help but come up with a perfect joke for this situation, and chuckle to yourself.</span><br />&quot;I guess you should have stuck with stand-up&quot; You say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somewhere, a Carlos fag just cried a tear of giant respect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight, as much I want to hoof bump you and laugh my ass off, it's still stuck...&quot; &gt;Anon says trying to pull out of the tiny chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't work well, even with your magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This chair is not coming off of his butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you also notice is that he starts to slide out of his pants as you get a peek of the top of his firm butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unconsciously start to stare at it in awe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but marvel at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even the slightest part you see of his ass looks as if a god had chiseled a perfect creature from stone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realize you're staring and beat red in shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, the pants would have to come off if he were to get unstuck, you eventually realize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew he wouldn't like this one bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start using your magic to pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon immediately realizes what you're doing.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;It's ok, I don't care if you're naked or not, everyone I know is always nude.&quot; You say, trying to lax him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Truthfully you also just wanted to see his body...without having to be a total creep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, I at least have my underwear...&quot; Anon mumbles diverting his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would rather you not look at me directly though. I think I've gained way too many pounds&quot; He pinches a &quot;roll&quot; of fat, a roll that in reality, was just skin.</span><br />&quot;...You serious?&quot; You ask him with austere.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, what?&quot; Anon simply stares back, not knowing why you were giving him that weird look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my Celestia he actually thinks he's fat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How the fuck could this 6'4 muscular hunk with skin tanned and toned from working on AJ's farm have the gall to think he's fat?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Error: alicorn.exe seems does not seem to be functioning correctly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does not compute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Datass.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shutting Down...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nigga u fo' reel?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is this real life or is this a fantasy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a deep breath, and exhale it heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still give him a bewildered look.</span><br />&quot;Anon, I can't believe that you just said that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's about to retort, but you interrupt him.</span><br />&quot;Stop it. Hold on to your underwear while I pull you out, ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;On the count of three?&quot; he says, gripping his red flannel boxers' waistline.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't care, you just want to get this over with so you can tell him how you just heard the biggest lie in your fucking life.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, go ahead.&quot; you say impatiently.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon increases his grip on his waistband of his boxers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One....&quot;</span><br />&quot;Three.&quot; You say, catching him off guard with a yelp and pulling him completely free of the chair's tight and butt-clenching wrath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It rockets towards you.</span><br />&quot;...For the love of-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;HEADSHOT.jpg</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight passes out before your eyes, probably from the evil fucking chair your booty launched at her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today is just weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, let's recall what's happened today...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got your house burnt down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got a chair trapped to your butt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now said chair with your pants had been launched like a fucking missile into your friend's face, instantly ko'ing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was also the only pair of pants you had that weren't in the fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now your friend is knocked out on them unconscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You logically start to worry about her, and think of what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab you pants back before you do anything, then feel her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn isn't dented, so that's good, but there's this giant goose bump forming that you got a bad feeling about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she's not dead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're too lazy to get a shovel and dig.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The best thing to do is to put some ice on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ding-dong!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you'll bring the pizza inside first...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk back in and set the pizza down, rekindling your focus back to Twilight's well being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand for moment upon seeing her though as she, even as she was brutally hit in her face, seems as if she's asleep almost peacefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a beautiful mare Twilight is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stay and just admire her for a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her unconscious form looks rather satisfied, yet surprised judging by the look of her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame you nearly broke her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get some ice from her icebox and put them in a ziploc bag wrapped with a hand towel, but begin to notice she looks awfully flushed and was in a chilled sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set off to find a blanket for her to cover her with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you do, you then sit on the floor Twilight fainted upon, and then rest her head on your lap (you put your pants back on, so it's ok) like a pillow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put the cool, numbing ice on her forehead, and pet her mane while she stays in dream land in a warm, cozy, dark purple blanket.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, Twilight starts to stir from the soothing way you are petting her mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moans groggily as her eyes start focusing on you, slowly and lazily at first, but after a short second, she immediately snaps to awareness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, why am I on your lap?&quot; Twilight asks with suspicion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches her hoof up for her head from her blanket and to her forehead, only to feel the ice bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looked up at you feeling touched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, did you do this?&quot; she asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a slice of pizza and take a bite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a proud look.</span><br />&quot;You betcha&quot; you continue with another slice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice she's about to open her mouth to ask another question, but interrupt her.</span><br />&quot;You've been out for at least ten to fifteen minutes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, I see. That the pizza?&quot; Twilight asks, still laying on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed to enjoy herself there all too well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just her being sweet, though.</span><br />&quot;It's pretty good, you want some?&quot; you say, bringing the pizza boxes down by reaching for them on the counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The counters weren't that tall, so it wasn't really a stretch to reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight scoffed like you were an idiot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course I want some,&quot; she said playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lonely guy sitting around at someone else's house eating pizza.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you're on Earth again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, your Earth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thought occurred as you thought about your social life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People tended to avoid being near you, and you weren't quite the looker, but if they saw you now, they'd be damn amazed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's best to have a second opinion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not sure if you can still think you're attractive, you decide to ask the only girl around you...or laying on you nomming down on some pizza like it was her nature.</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot; you sigh breathing wearily, letting go of today's stress.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, Anon? You ok?&quot; Twilight says with the most adorable look.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'm ok, but...am I gross at all?&quot; you ask slowly, not sure how to ask the question.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gross!?&quot; Twilight shouts bewilderedly, interrupting your statement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A slow wave of recollection formed into a tidal wave of the moments she was blessed enough to witness such images that are now forged in her mind for her &quot;Twilight Time&quot; at night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hopped up off of your cozy lap and gave you an intensely surreal stare. &gt;Twilight Sparkle spoke in an overly pronounced voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon....You. Are not. Gross.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Honestly?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She only nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, if Rarity, the pony with the most excellent taste, wants to fuck ya, and Twilight says you're damn fine, you can assume you're decent.</span><br />&quot;Sorry if I'm bothering you constantly worrying about my bod, it's just that where I'm from....well, you're judged by the way you look&quot; your mind wanders at some memories from your old life.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shitty memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The memories of being neglected and bullied when you were young.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lonely memories where you would have be by yourself, neglected by others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had a rough adolescence, one that continued to adulthood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still don't know how many people are even aware that you're gone, and even worse...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would they even miss you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt it.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight must have noticed the sad and dull look in your eyes, as she nuzzles up to the same sides you were laughing off with her earlier about some stupid chair and being a dinosaur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She soothingly rubs circles with her hoof on your back to comfort you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't know you felt that badly about your body...if I'd have asked you what it meant for your kind, this all could have been-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Boop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gives you the sternest glare you'll ever get.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You react with a goofy smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle still gives you the meanest glare, but struggles holding down giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm just glad you're alright from the chair accident. Past is the past, today's a gift.&quot; you say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or you mean..present?&quot; your purple princess chimes in.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Still...wish I had my house back,&quot; you say folding your arms playfully.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight responds appropriately. &quot;Can we hug now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hugs had happened, but you made sure you wouldn't crush her from you giant body squishing her tiny pony stature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes a squeaky noise like a chew toy, but you pass it as your imagination. &gt;You break the embrace, patting her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, yeah, she was hit there. Oops.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon, and you just finished eating with Twilight on the table, and learned that even though mere hours ago she burnt your house down accidentally, you two seem to be getting along like the bestest of friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you don't have much to talk about since you had isolated yourself from everypony else from the town, but that didn't matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Currently, Twilight was explaining the logic behind the spell that started the fire and bher progress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, all in, it works like an oven, except you hold the object with you magic while it generates the heat within the magic membrane. Neat, right?&quot; Twilight sums up for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have one question though.</span><br />&quot;So if you hold something with the magic instead of shoot it, how did it shoot and bounce off a rock to burn my house?&quot; you ask dryly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, well, I guess I lost focus?&quot; Twilight says with a crooked smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That means she fucked it up, so that's that.</span><br />&quot;Wanna go into specifics?&quot; you prod her more, not satisfied with the answer.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's literally what happened, though. I lost focus of it, thus losing the connection...&quot; Twilight says growls playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thought then occurs to you of something you've been meaning to ask you purple friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scootch over to her some more, still sitting at the table smiling at her.</span><br />&quot;So, something I've always wondered since I got here Twi, what exactly is magic?&quot; you ask Twilight.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She only gives a confuse look, not understanding what to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to clarify a bit more.</span><br />&quot;I mean, it just seems like something random things happen because you will it to through some certain way. Just, like, how exactly does it work?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight puts her hoof to her chin for the second time today in a pondering pose. &gt;She must be working hard to try and explain it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twily stays there, but suddenly starts to speak.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, see this sheet of paper?&quot; Twilight inquires politely as she poofs an open scroll not yet rolled flat lays sprawled on the table.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, what, that suppose to represent, magic?&quot; you say sarcastically.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must have taken your question seriously as she gives an uncertain look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, kind of, just allow me to explain it,&quot; purple smart says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This paper is made of multiple fibers and other things, right?&quot; Twilight asks you knowing you'd be aware of the answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking closely at the paper, you shake your head a yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, something makes all of those fibers, every piece and every speck, be bound together, and become one whole entity, a whole sheet, right? Paper is made out of paper, only to be paper.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan at the circles this could and will probably be going in.</span><br />&quot;I think I know how paper is made,&quot; you drone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then gives you an appreciative look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good, because it's the same thing with the universe itself! Everything in our universe is bonded together and made of two powerful forces that is in everything, anywhere, it's limitless!&quot; Twilight says ecstatically.</span><br />&quot;So, the universe is like paper, where everything is bonded through a certain forces...is that magic and science?&quot; you ask slowly coming to understand as your mind starts blowing.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight jumps in glee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YES! And through that magic, we unicorns and alicorns can easily tap into magic by using our horns as magical antennas, if you will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still don't know why they have spellbooks or certain spells that need to be said, though.</span><br />&quot;Why have spells to read, and certain levels of expertise with magic?&quot; you ask curiously.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight merely continues, absolutely loving this lecture she's giving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a way to help the brain confirm what form of manipulation of magic around us that is desired, and many who only know basic magic, like telekinesis, only know so from learning basics that everypony should know, and do not expand their mental range of understanding other forms of magic manipulation.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are kind of shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You absorb it all in amazed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have one more question unanswered though.</span><br />&quot;Okay, so, if everything is held together by magic, and many can manipulate it, why can't I?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, are you genetically born to see and feel certain energy fields and have a body part that is used as an antenna for it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly think of your own &quot;unicorn horn&quot; and look down for a split second. &gt;Yeah, having a magic dick would be fucking awesome, but alas, it you doubt that it can be possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight hops on top of the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So that, Anon, is the way to understand magic!&quot; the magical prodigy says proudly and bows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap, as she does so.</span><br />&quot;So I guess you don't give that lecture often, then?&quot; you ask playfully, quipping at her over-ecstatic behaviour on her lecture.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I just am not used to somebody actually being able to follow what I'm saying!&quot; she says happily to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really like seeing her this happy, and you really wanted to know more later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So what do you do, Anon?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do something that will either be regretable or exciting.</span><br />&quot;Twilight,&quot; you start to say.<br />&quot;...would you like to tutor me on more of magic?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sparkled (pun intended) in her eyes as her already present smile grew wider as she gasped excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I WOULD LOVE TO!&quot; the bookworm exclaimed beamingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then wrapped you in an enthusiastic hug, slowly crushing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even Pinkie Pie was this excited often.</span><br />&quot;T-twilight....&quot; you say with massive strain in your voice,&quot;You're....breaking...me!&quot; you managed to try to say loudly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whether it was loud or not didn't matter, because she seemed to hear you nonetheless, as she then suddenly stopped crushing your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, heh. Sorry about that...&quot; Twilight says beat red.</span><br />&quot;You're alright&quot; you say to Twi, catching your breath.<br />&quot;I know what it's like to have interest no one else likes either,&quot; you mutter inwardly.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of were now just sitting at the table in the kitchen with each other as a silence was breaking out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hated awkward silences.</span><br />&quot;Hey,&quot; you say to Twilight, bring her to your attention.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah Anon? What is it?&quot; she asks with her innocent voice of her's as the look she gave you from earlier today has changed to an admiring and dream like expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a cutie.</span><br />&quot;Got any hard cider? I could use a few&quot; you say as you lean back into your chair some more.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pssh! Who doesn't?&quot; purplesmart says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What type do you want?&quot; she ask as she gets up to look in her cider cabinet for such occasions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your shoulders indifferently as you're still at the table a few feet from her.</span><br />&quot;I don't care, whatever's alright with me&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight comes walking back to the table with her telekinetic magic hold two bottles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're too tiny for you and definitely won't affect your intake since your body was too big for such a tiny amount to be noticeably effective.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab it with your hand, it being nearly bigger than the bottle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remember the imagery of Lou Ferrigno in a toddler's chair?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Imagine him with a tiny little juice box for little kids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, the juice box probably had more juice than the bottle you hold has cider.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight opened her drink and so did you.</span><br />&quot;To good friends?&quot; You ask, raising your beverage for a toast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To the best of friends!&quot; and with that, Twilight clinked her bottle with your's as you two both downed the precious nectar of the apple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drink your own almost instantly, but Twilight still chugs her for a while longer. &gt;With a final swallow and a satisfied &quot;ah&quot; released, she put the empty bottle down a bit unsteadily.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whew!&quot; Twilight hollers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's some strong stuff!&quot; she adds.</span><br />&quot;Not really...&quot; You say, the intake clearly not enough for your bigger system. &quot;...You're not buzzed already are you?&quot; you ask unimpressed with limit of drinks she can have.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's face is slightly flustered, and she's noticeably more giddy, but definitely not drunk, but certainly quite tipsy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What, you're not even a little bit woozy?&quot; Twilight asks you with some apparent interest.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'm used to having a bigger intake than this,&quot; you hold the teensy bottle, now empty being careful not to shatter it in your grip.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, really?&quot; Twilight asks sounding a bit too amazed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is the most potent cider known!&quot; She puts her elbows on the table and puts her head between her hooves flirtatiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're really awesome, ya know that?&quot; Twilight said slightly slurred.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, except I can't get hammered&quot; you say disappointed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't had any alcohol +because you thought it was not known of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you discovered they had hard cider, you decided you'd eventually try it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was also several months ago, and it seems even with the cider, it was not strong enough to even get you slightly buzzed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight though, grabs another bottle for herself while still sitting with her unicorn magic.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, what was in your house?&quot; Twi asks.</span><br />&quot;Not much other than my clothes, everything custom built to fit my anatomy and proportions, and even remind me of my home.&quot; you say coldly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight just gets yet another cider as she listens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least she wasn't wasted yet, might as well converse with her while she can still talk.</span><br />&quot;But, what about you? How are you doing today?&quot; you ask her as she finishes her third bottle of cider way too quickly and raises a brow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, well I have had a great guest staying over at my place who managed to humiliate my friend, get stuck in a chair and act like a dinosaur, accidently have said chair rocketed into my face, gave me ice when I was ko'd, and ate pizza while finally giving a lecture on magic without melting someone's brain.&quot; Twilight said, jokingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You forgot that you burnt his house down,&quot; you add with a little chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight laughs a bit more wildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't that funny, but hey, when you're tipsy, almost anything can make you laugh, you guess.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...heh, that too.&quot; Twilight says wipe a tear away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, you're even cooler than I thought, Nonny-kun.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Did you really just say Nonny-kun, Twilight?&quot; you ask her with fake disapproval.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nevermind,&quot; you say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight starts to become more giggly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, maybe you should tell her to stop.</span><br />&quot;Twi, that's your, like, what? Your seventh or sixth cider?&quot; you ask her concerned.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno,&#160;?least I can drink more than you!&quot; purple smart says. You facepalm.</span><br />&quot;I'm not drinking because it won't get me buzzed. Remember?&quot; You grumble to her, knowing you'll have to carry her to her own bedroom.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight makes a confused face as she tries to think about this for a second. She finally comes with a witty enough response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wut?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bursts out in a giggle fit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's kind of cute, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't help but make a small smile at your friend, just looking into her eyes softly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should feel weird for doing this, staring at her....but something tells you it's ok, like if you look at her eyes, all your troubles will float away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's exactly what was happening.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Anon..?&quot; Twilight asks with barely a hint of sobriety and makes a smile as nice and soft as her eyes were.<br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-stop looking at me that...&quot; she says feeling embarrassed by your own soft gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Oh? Why should I? You don't like it?&quot; You say as Twilight thinks you took it the wrong way.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-w-what? No! It's not that! It's just tha-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then stops abruptly as she is distracted by a distinct sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon, what are you--Y-Yes...right there...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trails off as you pet her behind the ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes start rolling and she starts to stretch her legs a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hind leg starts twitching like a dog's would below the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear it tapping against the floor.</span><br />&quot;You're too cute,&quot; you say to Twilight, her head laying on the table's flat surface as her cheeks go from being purple to a rosey red that starts to rise from her face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you scritch the back of her ears a little more, you look at the time, then out the window.</span><br />&quot;You sober enough to walk?&quot; you ask her stopping your ear-scratching.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She needs to go to bed, and so do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Lemme see...&quot; Twilight says as she gets out of her seat, and wobbles and stumbles against the table for support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm a bit tipsy, but I'll---EEP!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight yelps as you scoop her up in your arms as if you had carried a puppy, and you tuck her close to your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You merely look down at the simple pony in your arms.</span><br />&quot;I gotcha. Don't want you to bump into anything after all, eh?&quot; you reassuringly say to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to walk to where you assume her room is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the while, Twilight only remains tucked in your arms as her precious eyes look up to your focused face dreamily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost as if you were some kind of god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few minutes of this, you start to feel the stare she's been giving you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at her while still making you way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight quickly turns her head away and blushes heavily...</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Something wrong?&quot; you ask her with a suspicious gaze.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make it to her bedroom door and open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, that's a big bed. I mean, not even big by pony standards, but even for a human it's pretty gigantic.</span><br />&quot;Uh, nope, totally fine!&quot; Twilight lies horribly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug and walk to her bed and set her down upon it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you're about to put up her covers, she speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, actually,&quot; she says, practically squeaking, &quot;Can you...sleep with me?&quot; she asks meekly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hand on her shoulder.</span><br />&quot;If any other colt were in my position, they'd hope you meant something else,&quot; you say, mock seriousness in your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rolls her eyes.</span><br />&quot;But I have the decency to know what you mean, but also the decency to ask why?&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Liquor gives me bad dreams...&quot; Twilight says almost ashamedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I drink it only for special occasions&quot; she added.</span><br />&quot;I was a special occasion?&quot; you ask her smugly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wish,&quot; she returned the smug smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But really, do you think you can stay with me tonight? I totally understand if you don't feel uncomfortable by that.&quot; she says with a pleading look in her eyes.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You burnt my house down&quot; you say bluntly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pillow makes it to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty good aim considering she could barely walk in a straight line.</span><br />&quot;...Then again your pillow makes a good argument.&quot; you say, tossing the pillow gently back at her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you'll stay?&quot; Twilight asks beamishly, yet lethargically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be getting sleepy.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, how could I say no, especially after this classy evening?&quot; you ask playing with her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would saying you're a dinosaur with your butt stuck in a chair be considered a classy evening?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Want me to sleep here or not?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll shut up now.&quot; she says with too much politeness to be intentional.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to get comfortable by sliding in the opposite side of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are very impressed with how comfortable the bed feels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The quality is god tier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are filled with immediate warmth as you sink into the mattress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even your bed was this nice, and your bed was custom built for you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Achew!&quot; Twilight sneezes light a cute puppy and shivers.</span><br />&quot;Gazoontite,&quot; you yawn to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She mutters a thanks tiredly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stretch your arms out, but accidentally bump into Twilights back.</span><br />&quot;Oh, sorry&quot; you say reflexively.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, your taken aback on how cold she was.</span><br />&quot;Wait a minute...&quot; you put your warm hand back on her shoulder. &quot;Jeeze, Twi, you're freezing!&quot; you say as you notice her skins feels very cool, but is also rife with chill bumps under her light fur coat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I fine, Anon, really~&quot; she say trembly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arch your brows.</span><br />&quot;Bull shit&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scooch over to her back, now spooning her as the sudden positioning makes her squee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your warm body being larger than hers engulfs her in a pleasant warmth you have. &gt;Twilight at first seems very unliking of you spooning her, but snuggles her back into your core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She let's out a satisfied humming sound.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Night Night Nonny,&quot; the alicorn says blissfully, &quot;You're a good friend,&quot;</span><br />&quot;G'night Twilight&quot; you wish to her, the princess you cradle now falling into a peaceful slumber thanks to you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would probably do the same at a much faster rate, but can't help but think about the nickname she just gave you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Nonny?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, crazy how fast people can become attached to one another in just a single day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach your long arm to the bedside lamp, turning it off, and close your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally you can get a well deserved rest tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the stress of the whole day, your house burning, the chair situation, the tantrum you had with Twilight...all of these only happened mere hours ago, but all seem to float away as you feel your awakened mind start to cloud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if you'll see Luna tonight in your dreams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably not, but you feel too tired to have any conversations,even in your sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your conscious mind is nearly unconscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind fades into the void of rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So goodnight, Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now is time to dream and sleep, so do just that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll have a busy day tomorrow, trust me.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your brain starts to fade in and out of reality as you slowly blur through awake and asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are heavy as you open them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're in a big bed. Who's bed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is it so big?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is rustling in your jimmies?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only more questions groggily form in your skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, as if by a tsunami of memories, you are hit with recollection of everything that happened the night before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slept in Twilight's bed with her, keeping her company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that's right...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were spooning her because she was cold...and you have morning wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're spooning a sleeping Twilight, and you have morning wood...or is Twilight still in the bed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open an eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep, either that's a very strange pillow with a horn and mane, or its Twilight Sparkle in the flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but wonder if you had touched her with your dick without you and her even knowing, is it still considered molestation?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you're not going to wait to find out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a silent groan you manage to remove yourself from Twilight Spooner here, and begin to walk...out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand is on the door but your eyes are on something else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight lays in pure peace, her face holding a soft smile only, one that only compliments her restful pose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The beams of sunlight cracking through the blinds of the window hit her in the most angelic ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks beautiful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A groan escapes from her as her once perfect smile forms into an ugly grimace. &gt;Twilight opens her bloodshot eyes and gazes towards you right when you were admiring her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit you feel creepy right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; Twilight says in a low and grumbly voice, &quot;what the buck are you doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your morning wood has died down, thank god, but this still is an awkward position to be in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But guess what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're mother fucking Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can be sly if you want, and you'll go weasel your way out of this like OJ can with murder.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, I just thought you looked adorable!!!&quot; you say as if she were a puppy dog. <span class="co4">&gt;She puts her hooves to her ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hangovers, mah man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Too loud, Anon,&quot; Twilight hisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Morning-Twilight wasn't pretty anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk at her.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, ya just looked perfect, ya know?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot; Twilight yawns grasping her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It must be too early for her.</span><br />&quot;Well,&quot; you scratch the back of your head, &quot;You just looked...&quot; you struggle to find the words for the scene that had passed.<br />&quot;...perfect.&quot; you say proud of finding the right description.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stares at you idly for a moment, and then proceeds to chuckle amusedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; Twilight raises up from the bed slowly, &quot;I'm no where near perfect.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Whatever, I wanna make some Pancakes.&quot; you say as you feel your stomach rumble.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and exit the bedroom as Twilight follows suite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't have to make breakfast, I got it, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What, you gonna have Spike make it for you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Can you add some chocolate chips?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I was gonna add them anyways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight turns her head and smiles at the flattery you practically spoon feed her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're being too nice Anon,&quot; she says blushing, &quot;I didn't know you could be this great.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you and Twilight walk into the kitchen, the empty cider bottles still there, you pick them up and toss them.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then point to her.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready,&quot;you ask her as if you were the man with that &quot;coming soon&quot; voice,&quot;for my special recipe pancakes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What makes them so special?&quot; Twilight tilts her head with a peek of curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get your face close to hers dramatically.</span><br />&quot;It will make all of your problems,&quot; you say with your hands together, &quot;disappear!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle your hands apart for emphasis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Does that include my hangover?&quot; she asks you foolishly as she rubs her throbbing head.</span><br />&quot;I said all problems, right?&quot; you answer her sly remark, even though it wasn't meant to be answered seriously.<br />&quot;Now sit tight and wait as I prepare to put the most magical meal your morsels will ever taste!&quot; you say with your godly voice....<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, it really wasn't that godly of a voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nonetheless obliges and waits as you gather out ingredients for the mix.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until she finds out what's missing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about the chocolate chips?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause getting out the vanilla extract and turn your head to her and process. &gt;You get to a cabinet where the chocolate chips should be and open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You only find sadness in the empty cabinet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight frowns at this as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twitch a little at the lack of sweet choco-liciousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, Anon, we can just-&quot;</span><br />&quot;NOOEH!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on the kitchen phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, it's the same one Twilight used to order the pizza last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are a few differences in this scenario, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not ordering a pizza.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're asking for chocolate from Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Howdy there, sugarcube! How ya doin' Twilight?&quot; Applejack happily answers the phone, expecting Twilight to answer.</span><br />&quot;Hey,&quot; she's met back with your baritone voice, &quot;got some chocolate chips?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Uh, good mornin' Anon,&quot; AJ corrects herself sounding a bit confused, &quot;what're you doin' at Twilight's?&quot; she asks with a tone that is either suggestive, or concerned, maybe even both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, being the good sir you are, you're happy to explain.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'm staying at her place till my house is rebuilt.&quot; you tell the orange apple horse.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Anon, Anon....&quot; she says. You imagine she's nodding her head back and forth saying no. &quot;Ya'll always be welcome ta stay with we Apples! You know that!&quot; &gt;Applejack says with that friendly voice that makes you smile.</span><br />&quot;I think you see enough of me working at the farm, Applejack.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't even know the half of it...&quot; Aj mutters aloud without knowing so. &gt;Thankfully for her, y</span><br />ou didn't get it all.<br />&quot;What? Didn't get that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, nothing, just...uh...complimentin' ya, sugar,&quot; she says shakily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey, she wasn't lying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now whaddya need again,&#160;?non?&quot; Aj returns back on topic as she struggles removing the picture of your abs out of her head.</span><br />&quot;Oh, just some chocolate chips for some of the special pancakes I'm making for Princess Purple Migraine behind me,&quot; you say as Twilight moans sickly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack takes a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How many did she have?&quot; she ask as if this is old news.</span><br />&quot;...I think at least six,&quot; you whisper into the phone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack sighs again playfully, following it with a cute giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, ok, here's the thing, Anon,&quot; Aj begins to explain as she gets back to business.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't have many apples for you and I ta buck, so I'll come over, bring Spike home, and help ya out with them pancakes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure?&quot; you ask looking back at the hungover Twilight.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She whines some stuff, but you ignore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep!&#160;?Course I'm sure! Besides,&quot; she starts to segway, &quot;I got me some neat chocolates from Zecora. Somethin' bout they being charmed and made outta love and such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Made with love?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interesting...</span><br />&quot;See ya when you're here,&quot; you say with a smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, be there by&#160;?bout ten minutes, handsome.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile only more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You bet I'm handsome' you think to yourself.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj hangs up as you put down the phone and take a seat next to a hungover Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hand on her back, her muzzled face burrowed between her front legs on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to pet her gently as she continues groaning and complaining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you with her glassy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What'd she say?&quot; she asks with a whine.</span><br />&quot;She's bringing home Spike,&quot; you say gently, not wanting to be too loud for her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then suddenly....the perfect pun for this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One that will maybe top her&#160;?sticking with stand-up' joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get closer to her face with a sinister smile.</span><br />&quot;She's also gonna....hangover.....here for a while.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole kitchen is quiet for a minute as the noiseless disapproval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kill yourself, please.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, you burning my house down almost did that for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Kay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Twilight yawns, you remember that you didn't have any other human clothes anymore, the large fire burning your house to crispy bacon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll have to hope that Rarity might have some spare clothes for your or that Aj has some of your work clothes at the farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wants your dong and knows that you've been made aware.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you mind, it was quite flattering to know the most classiest mare was interested in you, really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She likes fancy, wealthy, rich colts with snooty accents (and a fetish for blood that's blue you heard somewhere, gross), and she thinks you, Anonymous the ape creature from another dimension, has got it goin' on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only one response was acceptable for this thought.</span><br />&quot;Kek,&quot; you kek, &quot;remember what Rarity said last night?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mumbly and exhausted voice perks from Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah? Are you thinking of getting new clothes from her still?&quot; she asks humorously.</span><br />&quot;Well, she's the only one who can do my measurements perfectly...:&quot; your voice taking an implying tone, &quot;...and I'm wearing dirty clothes from yesterday that I, one: escaped a fire with, two: wore all day yesterday, three: slept in last night, and four: they're my only clothes other than the work clothes at Aj's that aren't in ashes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A slight&#160;?ah' comes from Twilight in understanding.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wouldn't that be a bit awkward for Rarity and you? I mean, especially after what you heard her say about you, I'd feel a bit weird, and in her hooves, I can only imagine!&quot; Twilight says sympathetically.</span><br />&quot;I won't let it bother me,&quot; you say absentmindedly as Twilight's face becomes more chiding.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, but she will.&quot; she says with a disapproving and staid face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just give her a few days to get over it. Just a few days without clothes? Please?&quot; Twilight gives a pleading tone, but her own voice is too loud for her.</span><br />&quot;Well, I don't have a choice really. She'll have to live with it, because I'm not gonna live life without clothes like you guys,&quot; you more sternly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't argue with you right now. Not like this.&quot; Twilight huffs and clutches her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits at the table and leans her head down on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forgot her hangover while talking, and now you were stressing her out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give an apologetic face and dismiss the bickering you two had, and sit by her side and brush her mane.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, 10-20 minutes later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doorbell rings loudly as you jumps and Twilight cringes while she clutches her head from the noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince at the sight of the pathetic princess, but get up and push your chair back in.</span><br />&quot;I'll let them in,&quot; you say kindly, giving her pat on her shoulder.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She murmurs something, but you don't understand it, and dismiss it as a groan as you start to walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...I said don't go yet,&quot; she says whispering tiredly, a weak hoof reaching to your arm to hold you back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her miserable frown of a face as she gives begging eyes to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart sinks just looking at the poor gal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you'll answer the door, which takes, what, thirty seconds to get to and back?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So logically, you'll answer the door, but you'll be extra quick just for her.</span><br />&quot;Twilight...&quot; you say cooingly to her, &quot;I'm sorry, but I have to answer it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a reassuring smile.</span><br />&quot;I won't be long though.&quot;<br />With that, you ruffle her hair as she lets go of your arm with a giggle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doorbell rings again and Twilight cringes.</span><br />&quot;I'll be right back, ok?&quot; You tell her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you kiss her cheek and leave to the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight meeps as she sits there speechless, her cheeks blushing more than they ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face softens as her gaping jaw stops gawking, but slowly turns into a pleasant and contempt smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight closes her eyes and snuggles her head to lay back down on the table with a peaceful sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she does, she lets out a dreamy giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't know why she's doing this, but decides to indulge herself with this fuzzy feeling inside her for the moment.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive to the front doors of the castle, and open them up quickly before the doorbell can be rung again. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up, still used to meeting eye level with a person rather than pony, but swiftly correct yourself by looking down at the pleasant and familiar forms of Applejack and Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Howdy!&quot; Aj says, two saddle bags strapped to her are what you presume to be holding a bag of chocolate chips in one of them.</span><br />&quot;Is there chocolate in one of those saddle bags?&quot; you question warily.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You betcha, Anon!&quot; Applejack replies positively, but starts to turn into a slight frown looking worriedly at Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Listen, Spike's feelin' perdy tired now. Do ya mind lettin' us in so he can get some rest?&quot; she says, and you look at Spike as Aj points subtly to the little lizard. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike stands there slumped over, his eyes more purple than the rest of his skin, and are very saggy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He yawns deeply and lazily flips his tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd think he'd be hungover if you knew he weren't tired from the crusaders wearing him out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He should seriously get some other friends to hang with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let the two in holding the door politely for Applejack with a fake snooty look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank ya, mister oh-so-kind sir of me, a frail lil' thing who can hardly any old doors! It ain't like I buck apples outta trees for a livin' or anythin'&quot; she says with sarcasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; you say falsely surprised, &quot;well then, you're not exactly a girl in my book, then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops walking abruptly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly squints her eyes like Clint Eastwood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what's that&#160;?spose to mean!?&quot; she says, stomping her hoof so suddenly, it makes you jump.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa! Take it easy! Didn't mean it like that!&quot; You says panicking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes grow with malice, her pupils very narrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh really now?&quot; she says with an accusing look as she tilts her head, &quot;You just tryin' to say Imma boy, then?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No no no no!&quot; you say with anxiety of the situation you created by trying to merely compliment her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well it kinda sounds like it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to put your hand on her shoulder to ease the tension.</span><br />&quot;I was gonna say that you're more woman than girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...oh...:&quot; Applejack puts the pieces together quickly as she blushes a red hue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives an apologetic smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, didn't think ya were tryin' ta be nice like that and all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's alright, I should've been more clear and got to the point. Always kind of hard for me to talk to-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guys?&quot; Spike intervenes, yet very sleepily says, &quot;Didn't you have to do something for Twilight?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Spike. Thanks, kind of got side-tracked there. Why don't you catch up on some sleep?&quot; you say to the little guy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;m'kay&quot; he then slowly lumbers away, too tired t even question why you were in his house to begin with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Aj are left to go make pancakes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you two walk into the kitchen, Twilight still sits in the same position with her eyes closed and a pleased smile on her face, the fuzzy feeling she got never fully left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gives a confused look at her friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why is she smilin' like that?&quot; she says perplexedly.</span><br />&quot;Don't know, but tell me something,&quot; you pause for dramatic effect, &quot;we gonna make pancakes or what?&quot; you ask optimistically.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You betcha, pardner!&quot; Applejack says cheerfully, as she put her right saddlebag on top of the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then unclasps the bag to reveal a tiny burlap sack of the weirdest shaped chocolate chips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and her give them an odd look.</span><br />&quot;These are the ones from Zecora, right?&quot; you ask curiously.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eyup, I dunno why they're so weirdly shaped and all, though,&quot; Applejack answers you sounding just as puzzled</span><br />&quot;Maybe she made them herself, and couldn't get the shape right?&quot; you hypothesize.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe,&quot; applehorse considers, but discards the thought, &quot;Either way, we're gonna be usin' these bad boys out today!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pancakes are finally done, you and Aj's stomachs rumbling, and Twilight needing her hangover cure, you set a large dish with lots of pancakes upon the center of the table for everyone to reach, and pour maple syrup over it, smothering it with the breakfast food with the delicious sap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring over the silverware as Aj puts plates out for everybody else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the table is set, you all take a seat with Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, naturally having a hangover, doesn't particularly want to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She feels like she's going to throw up, in fact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grimaces at the food before her, but slowly puts it in her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once her tastebuds kicked in, her pupils narrow, and all color comes back to her face, as she hurriedly gobbles the pancakes down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more she eats, the less she feels her hangover, and eventually, it's gone, not even a mere headache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's as if she didn't drink at all the night before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she finishes,she sits back in her chair, and lets out a pleased sigh before looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you make more pancakes tomorrow, you can stay at my place as long as you want!' Twilight says amazed at your delicious pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I can't help but feel like that statement sounds dirty, even if it's not.</span><br />&quot;Well, I needed Aj's help...:&quot; you say, giving a small smile to Applejack.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah, ya just needed my chocolate,&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You giggle because black jokes could be made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'll clean, alright you two?&quot; Applejack smiles, lifting up the empty plates and carries them to the sink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure, Applejack? I mean, you've done enough already this morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I insist,&quot; she says, &quot;Oh, and Anon-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah?&quot; you ask before you get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I got somethin' fer ya in my other saddle bag,&quot; Applejack grins as she gives her second saddle bag to you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open it and find spare work clothes you never needed to wear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile widely at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thought ya might need some clothes since your house burnt down and all, even if you can go to Rarity's an-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut her off with a surprise hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, my...&quot; Applejack shyly whispers that would make Fluttershy proud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ear tips and cheeks turn a rosy red as she chuckles stupidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's face grows red for a different reason, but realizes this as she turns away in jealousy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the hug ends, you back off from Applejack and give her an appreciative smile.</span><br />&quot;Thanks Aj, that was big concern of mine,&quot; you say giving her a valued smile, &quot;You're a good friend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj's legs feel like they could turn to jelly right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, they don't and you and Twilight walk away into the lounge room to relax in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight seems to be staring at you a lot as you sit down on your seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just kind of stands and keeps looking at you like you are some magically delicious ice cream cone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of creeps you out.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, you can sit too instead of staring at me. I know I'm weird looking, but staring doesn't help it&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh! Sorry...&quot; she says as she sits next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, weird looking?&quot; she asks you.</span><br />&quot;Kidding.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; Twilight nods, &quot;I see.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, you do see. A lot.&quot; you say, now that you think about it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is confused by your answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean?&quot; she asks intrigued.</span><br />&quot;I mean you're very observant,&quot; you say, looking at the piles of books she left in here from reading, &quot;I just thought you were a crazy smart girl, but seeing your books, the way you act, everything about you is just so much more brilliant. You, Twilight, YOU are brilliant.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Twilight, who looks down with her eyes, a soft smile sprouting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you really mean that?&quot; she ask, a sniffle and shaky voice accompanying her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hand on her shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Why would I not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks Anon,&quot; she says, wiping away a forming tear, &quot;you really know how to make a girl smile.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then embraces you tightly, and you return it with your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finish hugging her and try to get away, she immediately grabs you back into another hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You comply anyways, but then try to get off again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait a few more seconds.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, stop being silly.&quot; you chuckle uneasily, thinking she's playing with you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmmm....&quot;</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmmm...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmmm...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, you're done with this.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, you're being kind of freaky.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost lightning fast, her ears raise up, and she zips back to stand in front of you, face to face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want freaky, Anon?&quot; she asks in a sultry voice, &quot;I'll give you freaky.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face went from disturbed to horrified in a matter of seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Judging from her half-lidded eyes, her tongue that just lipped her lips, you surely think she might kiss you as she leans towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to scream for help, but thankfully, she just gets close to your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want you to make me a real princess,&quot; she whispers raspily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, screaming time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream like a little bitch.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack rushes in to see you, Anonymous, having your clothes torn off by a savage Twilight Sparkle, and a sparkle indeed in her eyes as they gleamed with something neither you or Applejack have ever seen in her before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, what's happenin!?&quot; Aj shouts at you.</span><br />&quot;She's trying to rape me!&quot; you cry out with fear in your voice.<br />&quot;Fucking do something and help!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack nods seriously, and she sprints to you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight hisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just don't know and start panicking some more.</span><br />&quot;What the actual fuck, Twilight!?&quot; you shout in bewilderment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack tries desperately to physically pull Twilight off of you, but the purple alicorn only holds on to you tighter, and hisses at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I saw how you and him were getting along! I know when somepony is after my horsebando!&quot; Twilight screams with bitterness in her voice to a surprised Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-WHAT!?&quot; Applejack yells, her face a complete scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I'd NEVER!&quot; she lies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Miserably, that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fortunately for her, you're preoccupied to even notice if she's lying or not right now, you're too overwhelmed by the rape princess.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, this is MY boyfriend, and I'm gonna FUCK him!!!&quot; Twilight screams in rage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why is she doing this!?&quot; Applejack asks as Twilight is trying to tear your shirt with her teeth, your hands just barely able to push her away.</span><br />&quot;I don't know! I just complimented her, gave her a hug, and now she wants to fucking rape me!&quot; you say, purplesmart now becoming purple-not-so-smart-but-rapey.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, knowing that pulling Twilight off you is out of the deal looks anxiously for a solution.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, as if a lightbulb went up above her head, an idea formed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight now has completely torn your shirt off, and stops moving for a second, and admires your well worked muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly manifests a devious smile, and looks back up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, looks like you're very big and strong! I wonder if your di-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WHAM!</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight falls and loses her grip and falls unconscious on the floor, a giant book placed next to her, it being Applejack who had been using it to make purplesleeps go unconscious.</span><br />&quot;THANK YOU!&quot; you scramble out of the tiny couch onto your knees, hugging Applejack as if she were a superhero or something.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remember though, you're still shirtless, so Applejack nearly swoons at the touch of the muscles body she's seen on you while working the farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D-d-don't mention it!&quot; she stammers, her face redder than an apple could ever dream to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm, just being a good-&quot; she stops herself as her voice turns very sorrowful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You break away from her, but notice Applejack's sad and weary eyes. You ask her &quot;Are you ok, Aj?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack breaks out of her trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Oh.Yeah, I'm fine (I think),&quot; she lies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell this time, you're focus being on her emotions rather than not getting raped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj walks to the kitchen and you decide to confront her on it in a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are we heading to the kitchen?&quot; you ask curiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack stays silent and finds the tiny sack that held Zecora's chocolate chips left alone on the counter, yet to be tossed out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lifts it up, and gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're really concerned.</span><br />&quot;What is it?&quot; you ask with sternness in your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gives you a small, worried look, struggling not to look at your muscles, but hands the tiny bag to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On it is a bit of text reading&#160;?Caution: Made with Potent Love. Eating this product will increase one's already current feelings of affection to an uncontrollable amount.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as Applejack takes off her hat, and holds it in front of her, and looks into your eyes deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I got somethin' ta tell you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know where this is going.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I like ya. I like ya a lot,&quot; she says blushing, but continues on, &quot;But by Celestia if ya only knew how hot you are!&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, look at yerself! You're a hunk! A bombshell, and EVERY mare wants a piece of ya!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't find words for this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Absolutely none at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She only continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And looks aren't all ya got, though! You're the sweetest guy in all of Ponyville! You made me more red than Big Macintosh for pete's sake when ya hugged me!&quot; Applejack is on the verge tears. &quot;...I really think you need to be with me.&quot; she says sadly, tears dripping down her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kneel down, and look at her, her teary face makes your own heart start sinking.</span><br />&quot;Applejack. I'm sorry,&quot; a you say with a straight face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;but I don't love you, I don't love Twilight, and I don't want to love anyone right now.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but I...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hush her.</span><br />&quot;And you don't love me either. You might think I'm attractive and lust after me, but Zecora's chocolate is making you jealous of Twilight and makes you think you love me when you don't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...But if the potion doesn't work on you, maybe it ain't workin' on me!&quot; she says, crying.</span><br />&quot;No, it probably doesn't affect me because of my human anatomy. I'd have to have a stronger intake of it, just like the cider.&quot; you explain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; Applejack begs, &quot;please...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's starting to make you feel uneasy.</span><br />&quot;Fine, I'll take you out for a walk in the park tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The intense stare Applejack gives you begins to take it's chilling affect, making you fearful of her unpredictability.</span><br />&quot;...You and I both know that ain't what I had in mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts cornering you into the corner of the kitchen with hungry eyes.</span><br />&quot;Aj, don't do this, you know I'm not gonna hurt you to defend myself,&quot; you say, the straight face you have fading away into a fearful one.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, sugarcube.&quot; she says solemnly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's what I'm countin' on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has you trapped, and you hang your head low in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack slowly tries to get your dick out of your pants.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A book is thrown at her, knocking her back enough feet for you to run.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at your rescuer expecting it to be a pony from outside or something. &gt;Instead.....it's Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Follow me to the library!&quot; The tiny dragon shouts, you run with him and sprint through the hallways.</span><br />&quot;Thanks Spike, what do we do in the library, though?&quot; you say, running quickly as you can.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's a book that can undo this!&quot; he yells.</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....I think?&quot; Spike says as you two finally enter your destination, books upon books to choose from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two lock the doors and barricade them with heavy books and chairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now feeling safe, you take a much needed deep breath, and wipe the sweat off your forehead.</span><br />&quot;How much did you hear from us?&quot; you ask Spike.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I woke when you were screaming. Still don't know why you're here though.&quot; Spike admits.</span><br />&quot;Twi invited me to stay until my house is rebuilt.&quot; you explain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiny dragon scoffs and rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Figures. She has, like, a major crush on you.&quot; Spike says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, uh, I bet you already knew that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ya don't fucking say, Spike.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;Anyways, is there any books on Erotic Magic?&quot; you ask, hoping to find the solution in a book of that genre.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If there were, I'm pretty sure Twilight would keep them from me,&quot; he says, but then ponders something for a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But there is something in a room she won't let me enter that she calls her private adult magic.&quot; Spike says as he makes a disgusting revelation in his head.</span><br />&quot;So you think it means adult in that terminology?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I think I know why she moans in that room a lot...&quot; Spike says genuinely horrified.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You catch on.</span><br />&quot;Oh...Ooooooooh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver at the thought of what's in there, but know you'll have to enter it inevitably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not wanting poor Spike to go in, you volunteer to go in it alone.</span><br />&quot;Spike, you can just be on lookout for Twilight and Applejack if you don't want to enter.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And have Aj beat me to a bloody pulp? No thanks!&quot; he says, hands in the air.</span><br />&quot;Point taken. To Twilight's masturbation chamber we go!&quot; you say, false enthusiasm ringing in your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still try to get over the fact Twilight and Applejack tried to rape you...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wander through the library to find the door to find Twilight's &quot;Private Adult Magic&quot; room, but remember something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even know what it looks like.</span><br />&quot;Spike,&quot; you ask the tiny purple dragon, &quot;what does the door look like, and where the fuck is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jeesh, Anon, chill out.&quot; He says, not pleased with your stress levels. You're almost frantic as Twilight right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give him a baffled face with angry eyes, and shout.</span><br />&quot;CHILL OUT!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike cringes as you intensely stare daggers into him.</span><br />&quot;How the fuck would you feel if someone you were very close to tried to rape you!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ugh,except Rarity,&quot; you say with a facepalm.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike then shudders as he forms a disturbed expression on his face.</span><br />&quot;Exactly, Spike, now please just hurry before Twilight or Applejack break-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're interrupted by a loud banging against the barricaded doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Spike widen your eyes is terror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike and you start running, you following Spike to lead you to the books that may be your only hope.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya can't hide from me Anon!&quot; Applejack yells muffledly behind the library doors and barricade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yer gonna buck me silly rather ya like it or not!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There! The red door!&quot; Spike says, pointing a clawed index finger to a door in the corner of the library in the back, above a sign in fancy cursive saying &quot;Private Selection for Adults&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not as dirty sounding as you thought, but you don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the door handle to try and open it, but groan as it's locked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike hops on you to reach level with it.</span><br />&quot;What are you doing on me?&quot; you ask the dragon on your shoulder as he squints at the keyhole, and puts in a claw and starts fidgeting.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lock picking it, what do ya think?&quot; he retorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A clicking sound comes from it, and Spike removes his claw as you and him open the door, and quickly enter it, and Spike locks it again with his claw.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now inside the &quot;Private Selection for Adults&quot; you see it really isn't a selection of book for the castle's library at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, it has two shelves on the topic of Erotic Magic, but this room definitely can't be for the library to read books.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room itself has rich maroon colored walls, and dim lighting, and pictures of you hang on the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first you see are of you and her together with the rest of your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;D'aw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the rest you see creep you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pictures of you that had been captured of you without your notice lined the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Creepy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another feature was the desk with an open journal on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A private journal?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike notices this, and grows a sadistic smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanna read it?&quot; he asks mischievously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you would!</span><br />&quot;Of course I would not!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike sulks, but doesn't verbally complain, so you continue to walk to the book shelves on erotic magic.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to pull them out of the shelves lazily, scanning each title that can be useful in finding a way out of your predicament.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mutter each title you read.</span><br />&quot;How to magically enhance orgasm,Trixie's guide on how to be dominant in great and power bondage, fifty shades of hay...seriosuly?&quot; you pull that one out of curiosity, and find a sticky note from Twilight on the cover.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Do not read: Low Quality Smut-will be burnt later' it says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight will never be dead to you, even after trying to rape you silly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue scanning for useful books until you find one.</span><br />&quot;Mending Dangerously Augmented Libidos: a guide by Mane Rhode...perfect!&quot; you say as you immediately scan through the contents to find a topic more specific to you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;On page 69 (no joke) was the section on love chocolates from super naturalistic magics, and cures.</span><br />&quot;Perfect.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began to read aloud so Spike can listen.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Supernaturalistic magics are very unheard of, but what little that is known of them is potent enough for a basic understanding on the realm of sexual behaviour using basic supernaturalistic methods for better intercourse. Unfortunately, this can be dangerous too. For example, while the cocoa bean mixed with &quot;Arbor De Admissione,&quot; can be made into chocolates to feed to a loved one who has somewhat of a lustful or romantic attraction to you, it can instantly make the subject who digests it to cause extreme chemical reactions in their brains. The chemical reactions vary on the emotional state one feels about the desired mate.<br />For example, if one subject formed a mild crush on a desired somepony over a period of time, the chocolates (also an aphrodisiac) will cause those stated feelings to burst to high levels where they are steered by their hormones rather than usually logical mind. If another subject felt jealous of the desired somepony, a similar reaction would occur too. Tests show they will become emotionally unstable and become very upset, and do anything they can to get the desired subject.<br />Unfortunately, it's very difficult to remedy an affected pony with an overdosage. The subject must have something special to them that will calm down, and it must involve the pony the subject feels affectionate for. An alternative though is for the subject to just force themselves onto the desired pony enough for an uncertain amount of time, as it seems to vary for how many climaxes it takes to remedy a pony. If one is to accidentally find themselves being tracked by a pony who has eaten this chocolate, and does not want to proceed to cure the affected pony through intercourse, yet does not know anything that can refocus the other, you have no other choice but to find an object, or item special to the pony because of you. If you cannot do this, you're literally boned.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop reading aloud and close the book, rubbing the temples of your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not exactly as easy as you had hoped for, but your only options were get raped or remind them of themselves with something they hold dear from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, you're just gonna let them rape you?&quot; Spike asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br />&quot;No, definitely not gonna do that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then what? You don't know what Twilight finds precious from you, do you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, but Twilight knows herself already,&quot; you walk over to the diary.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close it and hold it up, cover showing to Spike, and continue.</span><br />&quot;Look at the cover of this diary. Hearts. Does she seem like the one that would have hearts on a journal?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike ponders, but snaps his fingers/claws and gasps in realization.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a love diary!&quot; he says catching on.</span><br />&quot;Uh huh, and I'm gonna find out what she finds special from me is!&quot; you point your finger upwardly in enthusiasm.<br />&quot;It can even be a memory that she holds!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You randomly toss open to a random entry from a week ago, and begin to read aloud once more, knowing Spike wa gonna be interested as much as you were.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Dear PrC,&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Who's PrC?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue reading.</span><br />&quot;Today, Anon was very upset as he came to me asking for help in a bizarre way. He ran up to the castle doors pounding on them feverishly and screamed my name. I thought he may have been in trouble, and my hunch was correct as I quickly let him inside and locked the doors at his request. Well, more like he demanded me to close the door and hide him or else.<br />I asked him worriedly what was the matter...but then Fluttershy whispered a meek hello, and knocked on the door. As I was about to answer it until Anon barked at me to not go anywhere near her. Fluttershy said something very...mature...to Anon through the door. Now, of course I have certain feelings for Anon as well, so logically hearing Fluttershy say those things and Anon cowering behind anything, I refused to answer from just a teensy weensy bit of jealousy.<br />It's a funny thing really. Anon, so tall and muscular in build, size, and strength was now trembling in dread from Fluttershy, the timid and meek animal-lover.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop reading there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't want to revisit that one.</span><br />&quot;Spike?&quot; you say with a slightly disgusted voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah?&quot; he answered just as sickened.</span><br />&quot;Never try to pet Fluttershy near her flank...ESPECIALLY if it turns out she has feelings for you.&quot; you say.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flip to another part of the diary and begin reading again.</span><br />&quot;Dear Diary,<br />I have not slept at all tonight and I believe that I won't be doing so any time soon. Anonymous was working on the farm for Applejack, picking and bucking trees for apples, and other general chores for the Apple-family. Applejack and her brother, Big Macintosh, were working as well, but Mac isn't who I want to talk about as attractive as he may be, because he was further away from me at the time, busy elsewhere plowing.<br />I was on my way to Sweet Apple Acres to help sort apples with Applejack for cider-squeezing, and arrived and saw that she had begun by herself. I greeted her and began sorting the apples and proceeded in a nice conversation....or at least it was nice before we stumbled upon the topic of what all mares inevitably talk about when they start talking about relationships and what not.<br />We began to talk about Anon.<br />Applejack was saying that she was the most lucky pony in Ponyville, because she has the best view of him, his shirt off and as she put it, &quot;chiseled features&quot;, and curiosity grew inside me, desiring to know how drop-dead gorgeous he was without the clothes he wears soften for some reason.<br />I refused to follow my urges, not wanting to stalk Anon like Fluttershy does, and possibly other ponies. Besides, I don' simply lust him...I love him! I want to be a friend of his, and then, a little bit more. I don't want to be of those mares who just like him for his beef.<br />...Alas, I couldn't help but to take Applejack's offer. She grinned as we stood up, and walked off to the orchard where Anon was busily working away.<br />...And what I saw was truly awe-inspiring.<br />Now, I've seen a lot of things in the past few years I've lived amongst my friends here in Ponyville, Princess Celestia, but-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop abruptly in shock, you and Spike both gawking at the diary in your hands.</span><br />&quot;She's writing these to the Princess!?&quot; You yell in bewilderment.<br />&#160;<br />&quot;Whatever, I'm just gonna finish where I left off,&quot; you say, and find your place in.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat and begin.</span><br />&quot;...but I bet even you would fall into a mass of loose limbs if you saw him. His body was at the pinnacle, nay the meer quintessence to be healthy. His glorious arms were so buff, perfectly shaped and muscles perfectly defined. His chest was so masculine with his giant pecs I can only dream of leaning my head against to hear his heart beat like a thunderous drum. His abdominal muscles were incredible, and looked hard enough to sand down a boulder into a fine dust. Anon's legs were covered up of course in his work pants, but his pants were just super tight jeans that hugged his body and lower half in the most perfect way, that his whole figure was purely glorious. Not to mention it hugged his manhood in a very unsubtle way.<br />I know I'm going into extraordinary detail, but no matter how much I try to describe, even with all of the words in my vast vocabulary, I just can't find the right way to convey this image to you.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is trippy.</span><br />&quot;Applejack and I watched him for several minutes hiding behind him along the way, practically drooling at his luscious body, until eventually he started to grow suspicious. Applejack said she never has been caught spying on him while he works, and that she doubted Anon was going to notice, but eventually, he did. He turned around to look at us, and Applejack ran ahead of me to get out of sight, unknowingly leaving me alone. Now I know why she isn't the element of loyalty.<br />When Anon turned around and saw me, he wasn't nearly mad as I expected. In fact, he wasn't mad at all. He just gave a small smile, waved, and walked up to me to say hi.<br />He thought I was being silly, and we proceeded with conversation for a few minutes, probably the most embarrassing moments in my life, and he treated it like I just ran into him at the plaza. I just wanted to curl inside a ball of nothingness, or run away screaming, but instead, he decided to sit down on a tree stump with me and talk. I swear I almost lost my lunch a little.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;That wasn't the worst part though. What was the most painful thing about it was how guilty I felt. I wanted to be a special somepony of him, and respect his privacy, and not be one of those mares. Instead, I couldn't control myself, and let my lust take over my actions. The guilt was too much, and the shame was absolutely unbearable. I still feel the warm blush on my face as I write this to you now, Princess Celestia.<br />I went home and have been shell shocked ever since this event. I can barely hold back my feelings for him, and need help desperately. I feel like I may do something else just as, or even more, foolish. Please, Princess. I need your advice.<br />~Princess Twilight Sparkle<br />P.S.<br />I still prefer these letters I send to you remain classified, because I only wish to seek advice from one friend to another. I shall send this to you with a new spell I have found that will no longer require me to rewrite the letter again on a scroll to send to you through my own magic fire pit. I hope to hear from you soon.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally finish the lengthy journal entry, flabbergasted at the content within it. Doesn't help to know that apparently these confidential letters can be copied on to scrolls through magic, and sent to Celestia via alternative magical fire ways without a purple dragon.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another thing that shocks you was how intense she must feel about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's pretty smitten over you, and terribly distraught on how to cope with a crush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, you doubt she's even had a crush before, so no wonder why she can't figure out how to deal with an emotion so potent, so raw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An emotion she never felt before, and all of the sudden, she gets hit full force by a gigantic adoration for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember the day in Twilight's letter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never knew how much an impact you really had on others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, Twilight, Rarity....all you can ask is who else is in turmoil from you just being around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale out of tension that builds up in your chest, and look to Spike who is giving you a solemn realized face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, I knew she was pretty into you but...just wow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang your head low in guilt.</span><br />&quot;I never knew I caused such a struggle for everyone,&quot; you say ashamed, &quot;especially my own friends.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wished none of this happened today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just you having a normal day in your now burnt-down home, talk to a couple of friends, you know, the usual stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead this happened, at it was all too much for you, and there was no way out unless you fix the situation.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike twiddles his thumb-claws.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, you're not mad at Twilight or Applejack for stalking you like that?&quot; he asks carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your head a yes, albeit very slowly and dismally.</span><br />&quot;I forgive them. We're friends. Friends stick together through thick and thin,&quot; you say, starting to rise.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I will always be there for my friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You now are standing tall and proud, new confidence filling you to the brim, and your usual cocky grin resurfaces from a frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got a plan.</span><br />&quot;Spike, look for any scrolls, Twilight's diary...journal...thing...said that she had a spell that had to copy the letters to the scrolls. Logically, there must be a secret stash of scrolls in here!&quot; you say, your awesome instincts kicking in as you look through the desk drawers.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I guess so?&quot; Spike says not following along, his meer inferiority not amazing enough to keep up with your genius!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally find the drawer stuffed with scrolls, each rolled with blue bands on one side, and red bands on the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take the both out, and open the one with the red band.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia responses...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then stuff the response from Celestia back, hoping the blue banded scrolls are what Twilight uses as a canvas for her copying spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're luck must be looking up now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the quill and ink, and hand both scroll and utensil to Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what are you doing?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're going to write an S.O.S. to the Princesses...honestly though, I should've thought of that when you first saved me, but....meh fuggit.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! I see what you're trying to do. Tell me what you want written, ok?&quot; Spike says eagerly, readying his quill in his grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear you're throat, stand straight, and yawn.</span><br />&quot;Dear Princess Celestia,<br />Applejack and I seem to have accidentally poisoned Twilight and herself with a banned magical chocolate from the Everfree forest given to us by a zebra. Now, the side effects to this are kicking in, and the two of my dear friends are trying to rape me. I do not liked being raped as I'm sure you and most other subjects of Equestria would not like to be as well, so please. I would fight them back myself with ease, but as we both know, it would be more than just a little painful, and with my larger body, I'd probably severely injure them. Before you ask if this is a prank, NO. This is NOT. We had to go and hide in Twilight's special room where she writes all of her &quot;Anon Diary&quot; entries to you.<br />We read some things for the cure that explains that to remedy the effects of the pony, a mental event must occur where something she is fond of is presented to her, and must remind her of the pony (or in this case, human) that she has desired feelings for. Seeking this knowledge, I read the diary to find out any memories that I could use to remedy her. Now, I think I have a plan, but still require your help. I can snap both Applejack and Twilight out, for the entry of the journal we read as an event that occurred to both of the two. All I need is you to teleport to me, in her library's private selection room.<br />-Your (once)Unwilling Visitor from another Realm<br />Anonymous<br />P.S.<br />I know this sounds ridiculous, but believe me, I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish dictating the letter, and Spike writes the last words, and ends it with a period, and rolls the scroll, keeping it that way with the blue band.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, his green spikes glow a translucent green for a few seconds, his stomach rumbles and chest expands, and lets out a sparkling yet flaming green conflagration that immediately turns the letter to a sparkling smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think she'll get it?&quot; Spike asks. You shrug and lean on the wall.</span><br />&quot;Don't know. I bet she will since it's with a blue ribbon. She usually doesn't use blue, does she?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't think so,&quot; he grumbles while trying to recall if she did or did not, &quot;Either way, what if she doesn't believe us?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh Spike~&quot; you rest your hand on his tiny shoulder, &quot;then I'm literally fucked!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you still were kind of on edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poor Spike had been burdened with protecting you from rape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are at a new low, Anon, a low new low.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you two sit and wait for a response, you go back to thinking about Twilight and Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt still lingers about inside you, and you think about if you and Spike make this, how will the two girls react?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight at the moment thinks you're leading her on overenthusiastically, and Aj is feeling a connection that was formed by lust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So what will happen to the poor two if you cure them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagine Twilight never being able to talk to you again, something you really don't want, and probably refusing to let herself get in love with a another stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force of how much she feels for you is far too out of proportion for her ignorant perspective on relationship matters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Applejack?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'll just run away from her problems like she did when she ran away from home and started to pick cherries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd just be too hard for them to ever interact with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So...what do you do?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two are silent for a smidge second, the room devoid of any noise whatsoever as you wait for the other to speak first, but no one breaks the silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, can I uncover my ears and look now?&quot; Spike says abruptly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forgot about him, but are more than eager to transition to this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You allow him to stop, and he looks suspiciously at you and Clestia's flushed faces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, time to move on...</span><br />&quot;Ok, so, uh, I have a plan that won't involve me Twilight and/or Applejack screwing each other for hours, and I need your help Celestia.&quot; You explain, the awkward silence now forgotten.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia nods to you, as to elaborate you plan, motioning to continue.</span><br />&quot;Ok, so here's the plan...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So is Spike out of the castle yet Anon?&quot; Celestia asks you on top of a tall bookshelf in the royal library, directly above the blocked entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand directly below her removing the barricade from the doors, the said door banging as Applejack tries to buck it down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She really is stubborn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regardless, you answer Celestia by nodding a yes, and poke to an opened window where Spike crawled out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia decides to close it, not wanting your targets to escape from their bindings.</span><br />&quot;When Applejack bursts through the door, she'll probably try and pin me,&quot; you explain, removing the heavy items, &quot;and that's where you come in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright?&quot; Celestia says curiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do I do then?&quot; She asks with a lack of clarity in her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Once she is inside, you're going to magically chain her up to one of those chairs right there, and repeat the process with Twilight!&quot; you say boastfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia smirks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She always found your self-righteousness to be cute at times.</span><br />&quot;Once we have both girls bound, I'm going to use Twilight's love diary as the object to remedy the two, and cause their brains to trigger the memory, and their mental states will revert to normal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see...very clever,&quot; Celestia says, pondering your plan, &quot;but what happens after they're cured?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop removing the barricade.</span><br />&quot;They'll be happy, and back to normal, right?&quot; you say as if it's obvious.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia, a smart ruler, doesn't think this as shallowly as you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't only think about a way to stop issues, but the results of when the action is said and done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But will they be happy, Anonymous?&quot; she asks in her Princess voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to retort, but she speaks first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what will your relationships with those two be like if you follow through with this plan? They won't even be able to look at you without thinking of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is how friendships are broken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't do this without some trauma to your friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things won't ever be the same if you do this...but you can't just keep them in this frenzied state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to do this...right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could do the&#160;?alternative' cure to them...but wouldn't �that result in the same thing?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; Celestia says, flying down to your side to rest a reassuring wing on you shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've seen friendships break in situations like these, but you don't have to ruin yours. And I know what you're thinking,&#160;?how can getting pushed to have sex with my friends not break a friendship?', so I'll tell you how; it forms a closer bond. It doesn't have to be love.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang your head low.</span><br />&quot;I know,&quot; you say solemnly, &quot;I-I just can't do that, Princess...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can, and you know that. So why don't you?&quot; she says soothingly yet sternly all at once.</span><br />&quot;...No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; she says quietly,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;what is it that scares you of doing this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never wanted to discuss this, let alone to the Princess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's far too embarrassing for you to share.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collapse on your knees and sigh.</span><br />[spoiler]&quot;I don't have a big dick...&quot; you says sadly.[/spoiler]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Stallions have larger penises than humans.&quot; You sigh.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia looks at you with sympathy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So that's why you won't talk to mares?&quot; She asks you, trying not to make you feel worse.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'd be ridiculed, I couldn't be good in bed...too many problems to count.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia puts her hoof on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I'm sorry. I promise I won't tell anyone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thanks.&quot; You say dismally.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull her into hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's warm, and you feel no shame in cuddling her like a child would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits there with you, stroking your 'mane' like you had done so with Twilight this morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia, on the other hoof, would be blushing, but felt more like she needed to comfort a friend at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's tough, isn't it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I mean, how am I suppose to live to expectations of stallions when all I got is just have a <span class="nu0">7</span> incher<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She steps back, mouth agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;E-excuse me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen almost comically as she begins to get a little hot.</span><br />&quot;I said seven inches...?&quot; you repeat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her once white cheeks turn a warm scarlet as she fans herself with her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;What? Smaller than you thought?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia looks like she might break.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-s-s-seven inches?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suddenly swoons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully you catch her before she hits the floor.</span><br />&quot;Princes? Princess?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake her as she stares at you in utter amazement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia stands back up and tries to regain what little composure she may have left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....I want you...&quot; She unintentionally whispers quietly.</span><br />&quot;Pardon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, Penis!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She covers her mouth with her hooves.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Wait wait wait.....how big is the average dick for ponies?&quot; you ask, wondering if you're actually THAT big compared to other ponies.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia hides behind her mane like Fluttershy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Four inches is the highest up. There's only one colt who's broken the record by going into five inches.&quot; Celestia says.</span><br />&quot;Who was it?&quot;<br />&quot;You're his sister's victim.&quot; Celestia answers.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have the biggest dick in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile with newfound confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finish this, you think you can...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You interrupt her by putting your hand on her shoulder like her wing was on your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in closely, and feel her heartbeat increase when your chest touches her's. &gt;You don't kiss her though, like she was expecting, but instead, seductively whisper to her ear in a hush voice.</span><br />&quot;When this is over, you won't be able to raise yourself from your bed let alone raise the sun when I'm done with you.&quot; you say, the whisper tingling Celestia, sending her chills that make their way down her spine in mass arousal.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks blush as you back away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smack her plot (with an added squeeze and wild grope for a little more zaz), making her gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle with a smug-ass smile and continue with un-barricading the Library doors, grinning ear to ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia smiles embarrassed, but definitely pleased as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna and I'll be seeing you tonight, Anonymous.&quot; she says wih a modest voice.</span><br />&quot;Damn, I never knew getting my house burnt down could be this fucking awesome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia winks at you and teleports out there.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the barricade is finally removed from the doors, Applejack's banging starts to get stronger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It only takes a minute before the doors shatter and she runs at you like a wild animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot; Applejack yells demandingly at you, &quot;I don't wanna force ya inta this, but I'm, gonna!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...nah.&quot; you say, waving your hand dismissively, and a snarky smile on your face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack locks her eyes onto your's, and prepares to ravage you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she is about to ram you down, you side step away, and run from her as you cackle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna make them want it even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you're ANON, the most well-hung sentient being in Equestria!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack skids to a halt, but is too late as you run out of the library and into the hallway laughing like a maniac. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to chase you through the long hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you're running though, Twilight, teleports right in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost slam into her with your massive body, but manage to stop yourself from making her flat like the pancakes you had for breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a nasty grin that would make you feel uncomfortable if you could be scared, but you're not.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon!&quot; She says, pinning you to the ground with WAY too much strength for a pony her size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair frizzled and her smile wide, she oddly chuckles in her frenzied state.</span><br />&quot;S'up Twi?&quot; You say casually.<br />&quot;Hey, guess what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot; she says, her hold on you still strong as ever, the crazed spark of lust still dancing in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop smiling, but you're not frowning either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You change your expression to completely neutral with a staid look in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight,&quot; you say somewhat seriously now, &quot;I know you were stalking me at Sweet Apple Acres.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gets hit with realization like it was a brick wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She instantly loses the lust-filled smile, and stares at you with fear of disapproval and humiliation as she stares wide eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I found your love journal and I read it. Lots of it actually.&quot; You say to her, noticing her eyes trembling with tears that begin to form in shame and embarrassment.</span><br />&quot;Oh, and you were just about to rape me, by the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's strength keeping you pinned down starts to lessen, as her once lust-crazed face turns to that of pure sadness and humiliation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She collapses onto your chest.</span><br />&quot;It's okay Twilight...&quot; you say brushing her mane as you hear her muffled sobs, &quot;I don't mind it now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear Applejack trotting to your position, but don't do anything to fight back for when she tries to attack you, just laying there on the hallway floor with Twilight bawling on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Aj arrives, she sees her friend in her miserable state, and despite her being ready to ride you like a cowboy at a rodeo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still asks curiously, &quot;What's wrong with her?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks up at her slowly with guilty eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon figured out what we did at Sweet Apple Acres.&quot; she says sorrowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gasped, all sexual thoughts pushed aside as she stands there in immense embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then hangs her head low as the memory cancels the effects of the chocolate for her too.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-Oh,&quot; Aj murmurs with a shy voice, &quot;I see.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack doesn't cry like Twilight, but still feels the shame.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, Aj,&quot; you say to the two, &quot;I know you two feel strongly for me, and I'm a lucky guy to have such great friends,&quot; you explain to the beautiful girls you've been graced with to know, &quot;but you know what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot; Both mares look at you curiously with sad eyes, unsure of where you were going with what you were saying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile pleasantly to them to reassure positivity thoughts.</span><br />&quot;This isn't gonna change our friendship,&quot; you say, as you sit up and grab Aj and Twilight into a massive hug, making them jump.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first, the two mares are startled by this gesture, but eventually warm up to it and start hugging back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your hands lay on their backs in the embrace, you slowly start to move those same hands down to find some plot to grab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin as you do and grope the fine flanks and cause Twilight and Applejack to jump again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you make these girls jump more than a pogo-stick.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They step back and look at you both stunned as you give them a hinting smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like where this is going.</span><br />&quot;I hope you girls aren't gonna back out on me now,&quot; you tell them, &quot;I mean, if you wanna go, be my guess, but I'm willing to make some fantasies come true right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack and Twilight look at each other nervously, and then nod a yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up from the hallway floor and begin to walk to Twilight's bedroom with two eager mares by your side ready to lose themselves to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through the smexes, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the bedroom and motion for the girls to hop on the colossal mattress. &gt;They quickly oblige and scramble onto it together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When they finish their task, they look at you with starry eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still shirtless, and the fact Twilight is are looking into your eyes and not your abs gives her expressions more meaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack....well, she drools at your muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For them, this the moment they've been waiting for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of the females in Equestria right now, each one desperate for your body, want this exact moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To say that Applejack and Twilight felt lucky would be an understatement.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unbutton the pants Applejack gave you this morning, and remove your boxers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their pupils grew the more of your shaft they could see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you were completely nude before their eyes, Twilight elicited a tiny gasp. &gt;Applejack stared at your somewhat hardened member in amazement as her jaw dropped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My goodness,&quot; she says boggled by your size, &quot;H-How big is that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Seven inches,&quot; you say, &quot;not gonna be too much, is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack grins like an idiot and laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, this is gonna be amazin, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight slowly moves her hoof to it, but stops and waits to see your reaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flash a smile and nod your head to assure her that she can touch it.</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;She wastes no time and pokes it with the tip of her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick begins to erect slowly, and the two girls begin to fondle and caress your shaft as they look mesmerized by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to ask them now before they feel too pressured to go on.</span><br />&quot;I have a feeling this isn't the case with you two, but you wouldn't happen to be virgins?&quot; you ask thinking the answer is a no from both parties.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gives you playful grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, I may not get around as much as I'd like too, but I still manage to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then nudges Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides, Twilight here is a princess! Them boys perdy much leap at her hooves! Ain't that right, hon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh...&quot; Twilight blushes and gives a nervous chuckle, much to you and her friend's surprise.</span><br />&quot;No way!&quot; you say astonished.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd figure that she'd be talking with guys all the time due to her royalty, so how could she still be a virgin?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well...I'm a Princess with divine abilities and authority, I'm socially awkward, before my coronation, I was an obsessive reader and would hardly ever get out only to see my friends, I'm incredibly intelligent and have unusual conversations on topics others would find uninteresting, and let's be real here, how would I even know if someone was flirting with me, and let alone how would I flirt with someone else?&quot; she says flatly in a displeased voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Applejack blink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the colts talked about her, so you figured she'd be pretty popular with the stallions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, she's Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should have figured that yourself.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Well then, Twilight,&quot; you say enthusiastically, &quot;I think I'll give you the benefit of being your first.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get on top of the bed with you friends, and stare face to face with the virgin in particular.</span><br />&quot;It's gonna be a first for lots of things, tonight,&quot; you say to her with a low and quiet voice.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press your lips against her own in a swift movement, taking Twilight off guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly adjusts to it, and proceeds to kiss you back, your tongues dancing together in each other's mouths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then moves her hooves down from your chest to your abs, and goes lower to your hard member and plays with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but smirk into your kisses as she does this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yourself slide your hand down between her legs until you reach her sopping marehood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's pretty wet, considering that you two have only sucked face, so she must be pretty excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stroke Twilight's pussy and are rewarded as she inhales sharply as you insert your middle and ring finger into her vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She releases a long moan in the kiss as you start to finger her.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cunt is fresh, absolutely ripe with perfection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels very tight around your dexterous digits inside of her, the warmth and moistness inside inviting them through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels lovable in a weird way, just like her kisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warm, sweet, and inviting, if not experienced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have any care with those traits, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes her more perfect for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya'll know I'm still here waiting, right?&quot; Applejack huffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sight was getting to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could tell from the rising blush and needy eyes she held.</span><br />&quot;Get over here.&quot; you manage to get out before sucking back into Twilight's kiss.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smooch her over with your free arm until she is as close to you as Twilight is, and she's pretty close, m8.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling away from Twilight's intoxicating lips, you switch your focus to Applejack's mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your other hand,still inside the purple pony beside her, remains pleasuring Twilight with nimble fingers reaching her sweet spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This causes you to use your other hand for AJ, sliding it down her back from when you grabbed her over, now slithering down to her perfect flank.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How nice it feels takes you by surprise at the same time you and AJ have finally locked lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight starts gasping more as you quicken your pace with your fingers, and Applejack groans approvingly as you grab her ass, and smack it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still is wearing her hat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a cutie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You won't ask her to take it off, even if it's in your way when trading spit with her from time to time.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack has nice, strong lips, and she proudly enters your mouth as you do into her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The farmer mare's tongue fights your own in a passionate battle for oral dominance, the erotic make-out session only adds to both of your arousal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think it feeds her own arousal the most, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj's mouth is not inexperienced like Twilight's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, it is very skilled in passionately kissing, if not a bit too forceful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like it though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's honestly quite nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twiggy starts to get close to release, humping your fingers again and again, each time increasing her pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her moans had turned to pleasurable screams of ecstasy as she started to babble incoherently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only thing you heard Twilight say was your name like it was the messiah on his second coming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In other words; you were her god now, bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anonny...!&quot; The Princess of Friendship screamed in pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her insides clenching around your fingers, and in one final thrust of your fingers and one final buck of her hips, she came buckets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's sweet and excited screams filled the room as you kept fingering her gushing pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cries are only a slight expression of the euphoria she experiences, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alicorn's body practically rockets out multiple orgasms that cause her already stiff wings to ruffle, and her whole entire body to involuntarily convulse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her full body experiencing a heavenly experience.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;While still tongue-fighting Applejack, Twi's orgasms start to die down until she's just a limp pony with your fingers in her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For Twilight, masturbating was never this good and never so magnificent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sweet heavenly afterglow followed her after the excessive cumming, causing her to sigh in a lovely voice that only you could influence upon her through these actions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot; She asks with slight puppy dog eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull back from Applejack's kiss, but still grope the country gal's firm hindquarters.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Twily?&quot; You respond.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I could get addicted to this...&quot; Twilight moaned as she rubbed her clit of her vagina that held your dormant fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile at her</span><br />&quot;Good thing I'm an enabler&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling your fingers out of her sopping vagina, your fingers are covered in her mare juices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you with desire, a desire hitch you plan to deliver on.</span><br />&quot;Have a taste, Twilight,&quot; you say as you put your pussy-soaked appendages in front of her closely.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight obediently obliges, sucking on both fingers teasingly all the while keeping the same needy look in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, missing the oral stimulation, begins to nip at your neck gaining your attention once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you are between two girls, both needing your attention at once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'll tell you what do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return the gesture to Applejack and pull your fingers out of Twilight's mouth with a pop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crawls towards you and AJ pitifully, still shaken from her past torrents of orgasmic pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess latches on to your arm and grinds her pussy on you, desperate for you to give her another group of climaxes as you still nip and lick Aj's neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way up the side of her neck to her ear, and nibble her lobe.</span><br />&quot;Lay down.&quot; You breath a whisper into her ear.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack's eyes perk up and tail twitches in excitement, and she nearly stumbles to follow your order.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight still holds on to you like a monkey on a tree....except she was a pony grinding her drenched pussy against your side, whimpering for attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was actually kind of comical.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head to face Twilight and immediately get diabeetus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face is that of a dog wanting to go outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That exact same needy look, followed by whimpers, and her panting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face is somewhat glazed, not completely &quot;with us&quot; so to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out occasional gasps and moans from rubbing her sensitive vagina against you so greedily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a slut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush some of her bangs away from her face as she quivers at your slightest touches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; she begs, &quot;I need it so bad...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Be patient, Twi. AJ hasn't gotten off yet.&quot; You say petting her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack remains laying, growing impatient with waiting for you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, really Twi, I gotta get off too, ya know...&quot; The farm gal says under her breath to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight crawls off of you as she nears AJ's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The country girl suddenly realizes hr friend's actions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-Wait! Twilight! Whataya-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Applejack can object any further, Twilight meets her mouth with the other girl's very own and swirls her tongue against her friend's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apple Horse squirms, but you don't help her out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, you lower your head down between her legs as she's too busy to notice, currently occupied as she squeals in Twilight's mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple princess, still experiencing a high from the rush of endorphins during sex, only continues her assault of passion as the sight of the two making out gets you excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle to get back to go lick AJ, not wanting to miss the view fit for a god, but manage as you bite her clit by surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack screams in a mixture of delight, shock, and pleasure all at once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Twilight are doing well it seems. Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The orange pony squirms now from the feeling of your large human tongue slipping its way inside and out of her eager passage and stimulation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack doesn't even know how much she's getting into it herself, too dazed and confused by both you and Twilight using her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her chest rises up and down as her breath becomes unsteady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You play around with AJ's pussy some more until you feel her start to flex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooh my stars!!!&quot; She screams between exchanged kisses from Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back arches and she spasmodically wriggles and clenches her whole body as she starts to jump out of control like a caught fish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack soaks your face with her fluids while screaming and babbling nonsensical things.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Waves of ecstasy shock her whole body as she shakes uncontrollably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for you keeping her legs in place, and Twilight holding her down as she makes out with her, she would probably flop off the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The young mare's cries start to rise and her eyes roll from the sheer force of the climax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has one last scream, her loudest, and immediately passes out from the pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Figures since your tongue is the size of a small pony's penis, and you licked her. &gt;You'd think a pony's bound to feel amazed by the unfamiliar sensation.</span><br />Twilight gives you a look now her mare toy is now out of the game.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crawls to you ever so slowly with a twinkle in her eyes as if this is the moment she's waited for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's what the readers have waited for too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, her, and true passion.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; Twilight speaks softly, &quot;I know you may not like me back, and I can accept that, I really can,&quot; she says trying to hide any sadness or disapproval of the thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's why if you don't want to be my first, I won't make you do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't going to back out. Not in a fucking life time.</span><br />&quot;Twi,&quot; you give her a calm smile, &quot;I don't want to just have sex. I want to be closer to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate chick flick moments, but dammit, this is gonna be one of those moments.</span><br />&quot;Look, I think you burning my house was the greatest thing that could happen to me. And being here with you, even for less than a day...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know how to say this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never ever have been so blessed with the opportunity to say this to someone and mean it this much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face gets red.</span><br />[spoiler]&quot;...I love you.&quot;[/spoiler]<br />Three simple words.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just those three simple words, and Twilight's eyes tear up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leaps at you in a full out bear hug as she cries in joy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, thank you...&quot; she cries out gently with her voice cracking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]&quot;I'm ready, now.&quot;[/spoiler]</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you get her off of you, and lay her on her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight diverts her eyes away as her face gets a little flushed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, with your hands, you spread her legs apart in eagle, exposing her virgin blossom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This raises an 'eek!' out of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's breathing starts to become odd, probably from nervousness, as her purple chest and diaphragm raise with each nervous breath she takes.</span><br />&quot;You alright, Twilight?&quot; you ask her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods quickly, her eyes still diverted away from you on top of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's scared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her gently by her chin and pull her beating red face so she sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean your head on her own as you look into her beautiful eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cupping her cheek in your hand, you begin to lock your lips with her own and share a meaningful kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a lustful one, a loving one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You part from her as she looks at you now.</span><br />&quot;You'll be fine, just look at me.&quot; You say reassuringly.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your dick in your hand, ready for action, you rub your head against her embarrassingly wet privates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This sends a sharp gasp from Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That ain't nothin, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly and gently insert your dick into her as she starts to scream from what starts as a mixture of pain, but soon into a mixture of euphoria and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's disoriented by the time you hilt, panting with her tongue hanging out. &gt;She moans from the feeling of being so full with your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You on the other hand?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feels like you found heaven inside a purple pony. (Never thought I'd write that...)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's warm insides tightly squeeze you for all your worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stay inside her completely still,you and Twilight just enjoying the feeling of being inside each other as you both moan heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figure it's time to get the party started.</span><br />&quot;You ready?&quot; you ask, still inside idly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah...I think so.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both gasp as you pull out a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then back in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it, you're thrusting yourself inside of her pussy in missionary as beads of sweat form on you both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's shrieks pierce your ears, but you push through it as motivation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear to god you can go just lose your fucking mind she's so good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You increase speed and her voice begins to buzz with the vibrations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though it's a struggle, you two still look in each other's eyes.</span><br />&quot;Y-you're perfect.&quot; �<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SoOOOOoooo gOOoooOod....&quot; she moans loudly in delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue falls out and she's gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bucks her hips in every desperate attempt to get you inside of her more and more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush some stray hairs from her mane that cover her face out of the way affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's too far gone to notice it, but isn't it the thought that counts?</span><br />&quot;Look at me, Twi...&quot; You say as she tremors more than an earthquake.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to say something, but it only comes out as a slur of rambles in excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat yourself.</span><br />&quot;Twi, look at me. Focus on my eyes.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Twilight starts to howl in pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a machine you don't stop thrusting, but only continue to go faster with the same rhythm if not increased in speed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel her inner walls try to expunge out all of your semen as the tight clenching of her delicious pussy squeezes your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she is just a limp pile of meat to put your cock in for your pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's brain dead, a vegetable, fucked silly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just about any of those terms would describe her state, really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she screams louder and more wildly, her eyes start to roll up as she is violently penetrated with your penis again and again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is about to blow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want her to see you when she comes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon!&quot; Twilight shouts shakily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fluttering eyes now remain on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks deeply into your eyes.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, she explodes, squirting her sweet juices out like a dragon spews flames.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body goes out of control in nearly all meanings of the word as she jumps and writhes in pure lustful orgasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's going to remember you whenever she has sex now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked into your eyes during her greatest orgasm, and now that is implanted in her brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just unknowingly made a bitch �for life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her walls clench and squeeze your dick so tightly that you release spurt for spurt of your semen into her as you reach her hilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick feels amazing and she screams as you fill her up to the very brim with sperm you've hadn't used for way too long of a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This gets Twilight off again as she cums again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick and her vagina are inseparable, Twilight's pussy clenching and milking your cock, and your dick deep inside her, flooding her insides with blast after blast of cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both yell together as the euphoria you two are in never seems to end.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight and you finally stop your highlight of the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your princess is now a boneless mare, entirely limp from all the chemicals and endorphin that are rushing through her brain at such a powerful rate that she's in an orgasm-induced high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You though, are completely happy, and still stiff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've forgotten how pent up you've been since you haven't had any action since you arrived in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was probably the best sex of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, Applejack murmurs something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think ya can go again for lil' old me, mister?&quot; Applejack says as she crawls over to you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hell �yeah.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />End<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />Epilogue<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hours later, you lay in the center of Twilight's bed, the said purple princes to your right, andApplejack to your left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They pant doggedly together as you lay back, hands resting behind your head and a proud smile on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gets up oddly from the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Holy mackerel....&quot; she says in awe, yet noticeably out of breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My legs are gonna be feelin' funky for a while now.&quot; she has a noticeably odd walk so she lounges on the wall.</span><br />&quot;Good funky or bad funky?&quot; you ask her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya think I'd be screamin' for more if I were hurtin'?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Meh, good point.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight, her face is that of pure bliss, eyes rolled up in pure heaven. &gt;You get the feeling that the sensations of her orgasms haven't truly left her yet. &gt;She lays idly, mouth hung open with the goofiest of smiles and drooling, yet with a look of deep satisfaction as she chuckles like an idiot, probably unaware of doing it. &gt;Twilight must have liked her first time, you guess. Her eyes lazily gaze to your perfectly tranquil face and she makes a cute little laugh as she snuggles into you like a little girl and you're her big teddy bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guessed you liked yours too?&quot; you ask her, knowing the answer yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight answers with her head trying to snuggle into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yuh huh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sluggishly wraps her arms around your waist, her head resting on your strong, beating chest. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles at the sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks out happy for the new pair in town.</span><br />&#160;<br />And that's how you ended up staying at Twilight's home and fucked her every night.<br />&#160;<br />End.</div></div>




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