The Time of Her Life

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Spike, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Doctor Whooves
Length: 11010

Twilight Sparkle buys a special hourglass that can let her relive fifteen minutes of her life over and over. She does the sensible thing and uses it to masturbate longer. After a while, though, she begins to regret her decision.

If you had fifteen minutes of your life to relive over and over again, what would you do? Would you spend those minutes with someone you cared about? Would you spend them attempting a difficult, almost-impossible feat until you finally got it right? Or would you spend them alone, in your room, touching yourself?

Twilight Sparkle chose the latter, but she's beginning to wish she hadn't.

Written in a single-night energy-drink fueled sleepless delirium for Ambiguously Named Tuendsday.

Published 2013-07-02 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-02 20:10:01 UTC

Tick Tick Tick

Before you start reading this story, I want you to take a look at the nearest clock. Take note of the position of the minutes and seconds.

Do you have them firmly in your mind?

Good. Let’s go on.

The story I want to tell you today begins with a mare you may recognize. I was at my booth in the far corner of the weekend merchant setup, which is where I usually am; anypony who needs what I’m selling needs to be looking for it. If they really want it, they’ll find me, hidden away almost behind the alley with my fancy, imported rug, welcoming them forward with a vaguely exotic curiosity.

The mare that approached me this time was a cheerful unicorn with a bright lavender coat. We’ll make no beating around of the bush, because as I already pointed out, you probably know who she is.

“Hello,” Twilight Sparkle said. “I couldn’t help but notice your shop out of the corner of my eye. It’s quite out of plain sight, isn’t it?”

“Well,” I said to her, smiling, as I do “that may very well be the case. Is there something in particular that caught your eye?”

“Are these hourglasses?” She reached forward and touched one of the many timepieces resting on the soft velvet lining of my table. All of them different, but in so many ways, very much the same. Some of them were carved with intricate design and fashion, others looked plain and simple. But all of them held enough sand to keep time, and all of them the same amount: fifteen minutes.

“They are and they aren’t,” I said. “They are hourglasses, but they don’t operate in an exactly conventional fashion.”

Twilight perked up at that. I could see the glimmer of curiosity in her eye that her brought her to my shop in the first place.

“Oh?” she said.

I nodded.

“What’s special about these hourglasses is how they operate. They don’t just measure time: they hold it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s simple,” I said, holding my hoof over a plain looking wooden one. “You turn the hourglass upside down when you’re in need of some time. It counts for fifteen minutes. When the last grain runs out, you get your fifteen minutes back. Make sense?”

“Not at all, actually.” Twilight giggled and peered closer to the hourglass I was gesturing towards. “You can’t just reuse time like that. I mean, I’m assuming you’re implying there’s some sort of magic at work, but even the most advanced temporal spells—”

“Well, it’s very possible there’s a deeper force at play here. I don’t claim to be a scholar, so you’d know better than me. You can’t tell me the possibility isn’t fascinating though. Haven’t you ever had fifteen minutes you wished you could extend? Or a moment in life you wished you could live over again?”

Twilight peered closer at the well-polished glass and the grains of sand inside, distorting her eye through the curved shape.

“Well, sure... but that doesn’t mean I believe these work. How exactly does the time ‘come back’? Does your action take place in no time? Are the minutes reinserted elsewhere?”

“It’s far simpler than that. Fifteen minutes of your day come right back until you’re done with them. You can have them over and over again to do whatever you want with.”

“So it’s more like they’re repeating.”

“If you want to put it that way.”

Twilight didn’t stop staring at the first hourglass.

“Would you like to take one home?”

“I’d be more worried about studying the ramifications of an unexplained time manipulation apparatus than I’m interested in trying one out.”

“Well, take it home to study then.” I pushed the hourglass closer to her. “I’ll give you half off, in the interest of scholarly pursuits.”

I could see the hesitation on her face then. But of course, she wanted to believe it worked. That’s why anypony comes over in the first place. Because they want to think it might be true, even if they don’t know what it is yet.

“Alright,” she said. “How much?”

“Twenty bits.”

Just like that, money and property changed hooves. I gestured for Twilight to take whichever one she liked the most, but she went right for the simple brown one I showed her first.

“I’ll be coming back with questions once I have time to look it over,” Twilight said.

“Of course, of course. I’m always around when somepony needs to find me, so no worries there.”

Twilight gave me a smile and a nod, and took off without further conversation. There’s not much to say once the deal is done.

Still keeping track of those minutes? This is where the story really starts. Don’t worry though: we’ll be done in no time.

Twilight’s house was quiet when she got back. She set the time-piece she had bought at market on the kitchen table and took a look around.

“Spike?” she called out.

No answer came. After a few seconds, Spike’s voice drifted down the stairs.

“Yeah?”

He was in his room then.

“Did you eat yet?”

“No. Were you gonna make dinner?”

Twilight scrunched up her face. Why did she have to do the cooking?

Though... Spike had been helping out a lot lately. Maybe she could take over for tonight.

“Sure. How does dandelion casserole sound?”

“With a ruby garnish?”

Twilight rolled her eyes.

“If you have some to sprinkle on top, sure.”

Twilight couldn’t hear the groan from upstairs, but she was sure it was there. Still, Spike had been eating pony food his whole life. One more night without shiny rocks wouldn’t hurt him.

Twilight put the recipe together from memory. Casserole was one of the only things her mother had taught her to cook before she left for school, and she had made it so often that it was practically burned into her muscle memory. Like clockwork, Twilight measured out the milk, soup stock, and seasonings. A healthy helping of daisies and other vegetables added bulk, and the whole thing only took half an hour to cook. It could also last as leftovers for days afterwards, if you didn’t live with a pig like Spike.

Twilight smiled as she put the casserole in the oven. The egg-timer on the stove shone as she lifted off and turned it to thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes. A bit of a wait.

The possibility of reading passed her mind, but she was always reading, and it was no good to get involved in a compelling read just before dinner. She’d get interrupted and have to leave her page. Studying was the same, and it seemed like that compounded with her reading to take up most of her time. There was that timepiece waiting to be examined, but it could wait.

What could she do to kill half an hour?

Twilight looked at the hourglass, then to the floor. Her eyes glazed over a bit as her thoughts drifted.

It had been a few days since she’d...

It was that one stallion she’d seen around town. Twilight had run into him a few times, though she still hadn’t gotten his name. He had a sharp, grey coat, and a slightly darker mane to match. He’d even been into the library to check out a few books, and Twilight had stammered through the transaction every time. Something about him got her so... hot.

It wasn’t a sensation she was used to. Twilight had gone weeks without... interest in that sort of thing before, when she was in school. Occasionally she’d dip into a raunchy romance novel, and once or twice the imported Neighponese comics she’d ordered special through the school library, but that was it. Somehow, though, that stallion made her feel... antsy.

Twilight glanced at the egg-timer. Twenty-seven minutes.

That was more than enough time.

With a flash of magic, Twilight picked up the egg-timer and made her way to the stairs. She turned after the first step, and with a nod towards the table, grabbed the hourglass as well. Better to put it away now before she served dinner and Spike got it covered in casserole .

Twilight scanned the hallway to her room before letting herself inside. The door to Spike’s room was closed—a repurposed study room donated several weeks ago over growing privacy concerns—which meant Twilight was probably guaranteed some uninterrupted time by herself. Twenty-six minutes. That would be plenty.

Twilight set the egg-timer and the hourglass on her bedside table as she laid down on the sheets.

As she felt the coolness of her sheets again her fur, she thought about the stallion again. There was just something about him, so stern and commanding and intriguing, she wanted to get to know him, and then to know him even better after that.

Twilight’s hoof drifted down her stomach as she thought. She closed her eyes and imagined courting the stallion, batting her eyes bashfully at him, asking his name and what he was doing later, and wouldn’t he love to come over for dinner one night, just the two of them?

As her hoof lingered between her hindlegs, Twilight breathed in deeply and moved her hoof slow. She wanted to take her time. And it always felt so much nicer when she was slow, and gentle.

Just like he would be. Twilight bit her lip as she imagined the way she would present herself to him, lying on her bed just like this, spread wide, inviting him to touch her. He would lean over, gentle at first, and touch lightly, so lightly, and then just a little bit t-there...

Twilight shuddered as her hoof reached her slit. She wasn’t soaking yet, but she could feel a moistness against her hoof. She breathed heavily through her nose as she ran her hoof up and down, smearing her wetness over as much as she could, and occasionally bumping up against the tiny nub begging for her attention. Yes, it would feel so good, but not yet.

Twilight imagined the stallion’s tongue. He imagined him starting at the bottom of her hole, moving s-slowly up, and then teasing around in circles, teasing and teasing and teasing her until finally she begged him and, smiling, he moved his tongue there and she cried out and locked her hindlegs around his head and screamed for more.

The full force of Twilight’s moan was muffled by her free hoof. She wanted to be loud so badly, but with Spike in the next room, she knew it was a bad idea. She would be loud for him though, if he wanted her too. She’d coo softly and pant and squirm every time he touched her, and thrust her hips up to meet him, his tongue, his mouth, they would feel so good. Twilight rubbed harder, caressing her clit with an unabashed fervor, grinding the nub against the hardness of her hoof and moaning low into her other hoof.

After a while, it would be too much. Twilight would want more. She’d push gently against the stallion’s head with her hoof, then gesture upwards, telling him everything he needed to hear without speaking. He’d smile and stand over her, so courteously, and she’d shiver the second she felt his girth swinging above her, so hot and so hard, poised to push inside her. It would be her first, he’d know, and he’d be so gentle, pushing ahead ever so slightly, rubbing along her clit to keep her calm and aroused, to get her so delirious she would beg for him to be inside, because she needed him, needed to be fucked by him...

Twilight turned her head to the side and bit down hard on her pillow. Fuck, so good, and he wasn’t even...

In her fantasy, the stallion overtop Twilight pushed inside. She screamed in her dream, and did so too in reality, whimpering into her pillow. Celestia, it was so good, she wanted him more than anything, she wanted to really be fucked by him, she was already getting—

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The noise of the egg-timer made Twilight’s eyes open like she’d been shot. She bolted upright and swiveled her head in either direction. There was nopony there, but there was the timer telling her the casserole was done.

Shoot. And she’d been so close. If only she’d had a few more minutes.

Twilight swung herself over the side of the bed as the egg-timer rang. Next to the timer, the hourglass she had bought that afternoon sat, full with sand on its bottom half.

Hm.

She had no reason to believe it worked. Even if it did, it wouldn’t give her more time: just the same few minutes back again.

But... still. She’d been taking things slow, and it was obvious after almost half an hour of teasing that ‘slow’ wouldn’t do. She needed this. It’d be on her mind for the rest of the day until she took care of things, and the casserole could only wait a few minutes more before it burned.

Well... she could always finish up after dinner, if it didn’t work. The best research was the practical kind, anyway.

With a flash of magic, Twilight turned the hourglass upside down.

A single grain of sand fell from the top to the bottom.

Twilight’s hoof was between her legs. She was wet, soaking wet, and the faint image of a stallion’s head between her legs flitted by in her mind before she opened her eyes.

The bed felt the same as it had. The arousal felt familiar.

With an uneasy glance, Twilight checked the egg-timer on her bedside table.

Huh.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes turned back.

Unless there was just a very powerful memory manipulation spell in that hourglass, Twilight had gotten her last fifteen minutes back.

This was amazing. The practical applications of temporal manipulation on this minute a scale were almost endless, and here Twilight had the vessel for doing so at her hooves. There was so much she could do with fifteen minutes to repeat. And she remembered going back, which meant she was, in a way, getting infinite time. Time to spend on whatever she wanted: studying, research, practicing magic, doing whatever she wanted.

Twilight shuddered as her hoof shifted atop her clit.

Well, there was something she wanted to do right now. Going back in time had put her right in the center of her ‘alone-time’.

She’d make sure to take care of business this time around.

Twilight’s mind went straight to the main course. She didn’t flinch as the image of that handsome stallion’s sizable girth sliding inside her took over from the slow-moving fantasy before it. Her hoof rubbed hard against her clit, and she could already feel the orgasm building. It felt like a fire welling up in her chest, something hot and full and desperate that she needed to let out. She imagined groaning at the stallion the way she was groaning into her hoof, begging him for more, saying it was okay, it didn’t hurt, to fuck her hard so she could cum for him. She couldn’t fathom what it would be like to say those words for real, but in her mind, they were perfect. She wanted to be sexy for him. She wanted to share as much with him as she could. Her first time. Her first time saying those words. The first time another pony made her—

“Ohhh....”

Twilight felt the surge bubbling under her touch before it took over. She moaned into her hoof and tensed, rubbing frantically, needing just the tiniest push over the edge, she was so close, imagining that stallion’s dick inside her, filling her up for the first time, holding her close as she closed her eyes and threw her forelegs around him and came...

Twilight froze. Her hindlegs clenched around her hoof, and she felt the spasm of her pussy as she came. When she came, it was fast, and rough, throwing into her tiny convulsions on the bed. She always got a bit wetter when she came, not squirting, but trickling out just a little bit. She felt the extra moisture against her hoof as her body thrashed of its own accord. Thinking about him. Inside her. As she came. Fuck.

Twilight removed her hoof from her mouth as her noises vanished. After a few seconds of breathing, she opened her eyes and looked to the timer on her bedside table.

One minute left.

That had certainly been a good use of twenty bits. Twilight giggled to herself as she sat up and leaned towards the bed-side table. She grabbed the hourglass in both hooves and picked it up. Only a few grains of sand remained in the empty side.

She should turn it back over, but...

Maybe just one more before dinner?

With a beaming smirk, Twilight set the hourglass back down, lied against her soft sheets, and watched the timer as it ticked down its final seconds before–

The last grain of sand fell.

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Twilight was on her back again. Same sheets, same pillow, same hoof between her legs. Same familiar sensation of closeness and lingering image of the familiar but mysterious stallion leaning overtop of her, poised to fill her up with his cock.

She could very quickly get used to the idea of having fifteen minutes to reuse whenever she wanted.

Twilight shifted a bit on the bed, but kept her hoof between her legs. She turned all the way over until her stomach was on the sheets, then propped herself up with her free foreleg. As she did so, she began to rub again, and used the pillow to muffle the sounds aching to escape from her mouth. When she did like this it always felt too good to keep quiet.

If he took her like this. Bent her over and rutted her until she leaked all over her bedsheets, oh fuck...

Twilight bit down hard on her pillowcase as she touched herself. Something about this position always felt more base, more animalistic. Like she was a mare in heat needing to be filled up, and the imaginary stallion that was her hoof was plowing her until she let go of every compulsion for conduct and just gave herself up to being fucked. She could imagine the stallion biting down her mane, pulling back, saying dirty things to her, asking her how much she liked it. Do you like that? Do you like getting fucked like this, fuck, it was such a dirty word, every time she thought it a tingle went through her body, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking her, fucking her like filthy dirty mare so in need of stallion dick, begging to get pumped full of his cum oh what if he came in her that was it she was over the edge now...

“Fuck!”

Twilight droned the word into her pillow as she came. She felt even wetter this time, almost enough that she could call it squirting, spraying a decent amount of her arousal over her own hoof and the bed underneath. As she shook, she bit down hard on her pillow-case and prayed the walls were too thick for Spike to hear anything. To hear her cumming. So hard. Fuck.

As she removed her hoof from between her legs, Twilight’s foreleg shook. She let it rest at her side as she fell into the bed, breathing heavily and pressing her face into her slightly damp pillow.

Twilight grinned.

She was definitely down for one more.

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Twilight’s pillow was between her legs after a minute, and she locked to it and began humping like she was riding the stallion of her dreams. The fabric was just the right amount of rough against her clit, and the way it filled the space between her legs made her imagine she was really atop the imaginary cock she had been fantasizing for what must have been countless hours now. Every time she came, she would revisit the technique a few times, then transition to something new. She’d lost track of how many it had been now. They all felt so good, and nothing she could think of gave her any reason to stop. What did it matter, if she could just go back every time? It was like she was getting out all of her pent-up sexual frustration in a single fifteen minute span. Or, in a great many fifteen minute spans, in any case.

With the pillow between her legs, Twilight had nothing to bite down on other than her hoof, so she settled for that. She moaned incomprehensibly into her hoof, and then bit up onto her foreleg as she shook and climaxed, no doubt soaking her pillow and putting in need of a very good washing. Or, at least, it would be if she wasn't about to try something else the next time. Twilight’s chest rose and fell sharply as she breathed, sucking in air through the strength of her climax. It was good. They were all good. Each one seemed better than the last.

What could she try the next time?

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The kitchen stairs creaked as Twilight made her way down them. She knew that Spike was in his room and wasn’t likely to come out unless she was called, but she still felt paranoid. Maybe it was the way her pussy ached from the attention she’d been giving it perpetually until finally getting up from her bed, or maybe it was because what she was about to do was dirty and nasty and awful and she wanted to do it so badly there would be no explaining herself.

With a purple glow, the fridge slid open. Then the crisper drawer at the bottom, revealing a stock of fresh vegetables.

A carrot floated out and forward, and the crisper and fridge closed after.

The carrot followed Twilight up the stairs until she was in her bedroom. She took up her favorite position. Even knowing there was no way she would be caught, unless her enjoyment made her too loud, Twilight still shivered as she brought the carrot closer.

The tip was cold. It made her shiver as it touched against her lips.

“Can I go inside?” she heard an invisible stallion ask. She nodded to him in response, biting down on her lip and shutting her eyes.

With the soft glow of her magic enveloping it, Twilight slid the carrot forward. It parted the lips of her marehood softly, and her whole body shook. She could feel the cool, solid shape of it as it moved inside her, further, and further still until oh gosh it was almost all the way in just like he would be fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

It was good. It was so good. Twilight bit down hard on her tongue to keep from babbling.

“Why don’t you move?” the invisible stallion asked.

Yes, gosh, yes, that was a good idea. Twilight pulled the carrot back a bit, shaking as it slid out of her pussy, then held it firmly in place with only half inside her slit. Her whole body shook as she arched her back and slid her butt backwards. Taking more than half. The whole thing inside again. Then moving forward again. Just the tip. Just the tip. Fuck.

Making herself move made the act a thousand times hotter. She was already close, which was just as well, because it had taken a bit to get up the courage to get the carrot in the first place.

As she slid back, pushing the carrot all the way inside her pussy, Twilight reached back with a hoof and touched her clit.

She came instantly. The walls of her pussy spasmed and clenched at the long, slender object inside, and she bucked her hips back  against it over and over again, groaning into her mattress with each subsequent shiver of her climax.

After a minute, she slid forward, panting. The carrot hung in the air, suspended by a lilac glow, dripping with Twilight’s juice.

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Twilight had cum so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even imagined getting off this much. One crazy day in school had kept her in bed, sweaty and secluded and ultimately gross. She’d thought that fifteen times was the most she could ever manage in one day, and even at the end of that she had hated herself just for feeling so slimey and disgusting. Now, she couldn’t even imagine how many times she had brought herself to orgasm, and everytime left her wanting more.

But now she was beginning to run out of ideas. She’d fucked herself in every way imaginable, rubbing from different positions and angles and with different fantasies and objects and strengths of climax. One time, bucking against the carrot she’d brought up, she’d squirted so hard a jet-like stream of her climax had soared across the room and splashed on her wall. That was so debased and embarrassingly arousing that she immediately wanted to do it again, and had spent the next four or five times trying to make herself squirt again. Sadly, nothing had come close yet.

She was beginning to get tired of masturbating.

Dinner seemed like it was years ago. She felt hungrier than when she had started, if only from mental fatigue, and the dehydration of constant self-pleasure was beginning to wear on her. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t back at her default hydration state with every reset... but for some reason it felt different. Again, maybe just because it was her body telling her she should be exhausted... but she was beginning to feel a bit tired. And thirsty.

And the ache of her arousal wouldn’t go away. Every time she opened her eyes after the buzzing, Twilight’s hoof was between her legs, and her body was screaming at her to continue. On the off chance that she tried to rest or wait after going back, she felt sick to her stomach. It was like the chain of causality knew very well that she should be getting off, and any time she tried to think about something different, the universe got angry.

Still. She needed to get a drink at least.

Twilight didn’t pay any attention to the steps as she went down them this time. Even though, if Spike had opened his door and looked down behind her, he could have seen Twilight’s puffy, dripping marelips peeking out from her backside. The thought brought a tingle, but Twilight tried to push it away as she reached for a glass and filled it with water.

It was cold enough going down. But she didn’t feel anymore hydrated. So she drank a second glass. And a third.

She still felt dry-mouthed, and now her stomach ached, whether from the water, or stepping off the path of her fifteen minutes.

Well, time-restriction be damned. She’d had enough masturbating for now.

Her coat was slick with sweat too, she realized. Sweat everywhere, and between her legs, a special type of moisture that didn’t make her feel any more comfortable. She’d be in dire need of a shower when dinner was done. She’d wash her hooves thoroughly, of course.

With a contented sigh, Twilight reached for the hourglass and turned it over with her hooves.

The sand stayed in place. From the bottom, grains continued to fall into the opposite chamber, going straight up in complete defiance of gravity.

Twilight blinked. She looked closer at the hourglass. After studying it for a few seconds, she pulled her eyes away and looked at the egg-timer.

A few seconds. The grains were falling. And her stomach felt awful.

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Turning it didn’t work. Twilight had tried two or three times, each of them getting the same results. And every time she did so, her stomach ached and cringed, harder at her in progression, until finally, the last time, she had touched herself idly as she studied the timepiece, hoping she could deduce the mechanics of its magic and keep her body happy with her level of arousal at the same time. It had worked to an extent, but an absence of the orgasm she was so used to left a profound, empty feeling in her chest.

She’d tried spells. Time magic wasn’t her specialty, and the last time she’d encountered it left sour memories in her head, but it was worth a shot anyway. Anything she could think of to make the grains stop falling. To get those fifteen minutes to go ahead properly.

Nothing had changed.

Each time she opened her eyes, Twilight had to pull herself upright, remove the hoof from between her legs, and tell the tenderness of her pussy that it must wait while she tried to figure out a way to go back to her normal life. To the casserole that was waiting down stairs and had been cooking for several months now, by this point.

Nothing seemed to help. And her stomach hurt.

Twilight grimaced and held her stomach as she raised the hourglass. Despite whatever was going on inside it, it was still just an hourglass. However magical it might be, it was still just glass in wood with sand inside. All things that Twilight knew and understood. An object that was simple to understand, or would be in the absence of time-altering magic.

It was a very simple hourglass. The glass looked the same as any other glass Twilight had ever seen before.

She studied it for a few seconds before her horn lifted it off the table. She pulled back, as though she was swinging a baseball pitch with her horn.

The hourglass hit the far wall with a resounding crack. The shatter of glass was definite. The wood sounded like it had broken as well. Surely, that would mean sand on the carpet, but it was nothing Twilight couldn’t clean out.

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Twilight smiled to herself. Magic was magic, but science was still science.

With her smile still on her face, Twilight held her hoof tight to her stomach, leaned forward, and was sick all over the floor of her bedroom.

Hoof. Between her legs. Wet. Bedsheets. Eyes opening.

Twilight’s eyes snapped to her table. Two familiar objects greeted her. Egg-timer. Hourglass.

Fuck.

Twilight pulled herself from her bed despite the grumbling of her stomach. She looked at the carpet where she distinctly remembered vomiting, but found it as clean as ever. That was a relief, at least.

She needed to figure out something to fix this.

At present, she was out of options. She’d tried everything she could think of. That meant surely that there must be more things to think of, but destroying the hourglass had seemed like the last resort. Now anything else would take time to come up with, and Twilight barely had any time to think.

Her stomach lurched as she pondered. Idly, in an almost agitated fashion, Twilight slipped a hoof between her legs and felt for her clit. Hnn. It still felt good, but she couldn’t get distracted. Besides which, even though she knew time was repeating, her pussy felt a little more sore each time. Maybe the effects of the repetition were diminished on ponies, rather than on temporality and objects?

She didn’t know what to do.

So maybe she could ask someone?

Twilight thought instantly of the princess. But she needed someone to help her with that.

The second Twilight stopped the moving of her hoof, her stomach grumbled. She gritted her teeth and did her best to ignore it as she stood up and opened her bedroom door. The hallway greeted her. Just a few feet away, there was Spike’s door, where the baby dragon was waiting patiently for dinner to arrive. He’d been waiting for months now.

Twilight could feel the wetness between her legs as she knocked. She tried to  ignore it.

“Spike?” she called, swallowing the last letters as her stomach lurched. “Can you come out for a sec? I... I need your help with something.”

Twilight heard the hop of a body off a small bed, then the pitter-patter of dragon feet towards the door. She held her stomach as she heard the handle turn, and Spike’s face greeted her seconds afterwards.

“What’s up?”

“Uh.” Twilight felt the churning in her stomach double. Had to ignore it.

“I um...”

Where could she start?

Hey, Spike. Sorry to bother you. I bought this arcane time-manipulation device and decided to try it without studying it, and now I’m trapped in a fifteen minute time loop.

That was bad enough. But what if she added: oh, and I did it while I was masturbating, so now my body is screaming at me to continue touching myself. Every second I’m not rubbing my pussy, I feel sick, and last time I threw up all over my own bedroom. Could you be a dear and send a letter to the Princess explaining all that?

No way.

“Nevermind,” Twilight said. Spike stared at her blankly.

“Huh?”

“I said nevermind.” Twilight turned before further questions could be ventured on the subject and darted back to her room, leaving Spike standing in his doorway with a confused expression.

Fuck. That had been such a good idea too. But she couldn’t do it. She had to figure out some other way to say it.

Twilight glanced at the egg-timer. Five minutes left.

Reluctantly, Twilight returned her hoof to its natural place on her clit. She winced as she began rubbing; it was sore, but at least it made her stomach calm down.

As the last grain of sand dropped down, Twilight closed her eyes and came softly, turning over every possibility in her head of how she might explain to Spike the situation she had gotten herself into.

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Four times. She had tried four times, and every time failed to think of anything to say. She had gotten close, even mentioned the hourglass... but by the time she got to telling Celestia, and conversely Spike, that she was trapped in an endless loop of self-pleasure, Twilight's nerve gave out. She wasn’t sure if her sense of shame took precedence over her health and well-being, but she knew there was no way she was telling Celestia what had happened until she found a less-embarrassing manifestation. She’d just have to think of something else.

She went through all these thoughts as she caressed her own slit, pondering as best she could through the constant haze of arousal. Her whole body exuded sweat, and her lips were so sore and swollen she was sure they had begun to burn from her stroking. But she needed to touch, or she’d feel sick again.

Maybe she’d gone about that breaking business all wrong.

It only made sense that when she broke the natural order of the sequence of time, the universe tried to tell her to right it. But when she had first broken the hourglass, she’d spent the whole time behaving exactly opposite time’s intentions. What if, this time, she tried to put an end to the repetition, but played her part in the timeline of the last fifteen minutes anyway?

The aim of Twilight’s magic was off while her hoof massaged her marehood, but she caught the hourglass on the second try. She stared deeply into the bottom compartment as the grains of sand leaked inside, frigging herself the whole while. Trying to remember the nice stallion she’d envisioned inside her. Now she didn’t want anything to do with him. Just to go away. To let her cum for the last time and get up and eat daisy casserole downstairs, and then have a good shower.

The last grain fell. Twilight hurled the hourglass across the room as the meek throes of her orgasm ran through her body.

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Smash. Glass, wood and sand flew everywhere.

With one eye open, Twilight saw a fragment soar in her direction. A tiny piece of glass. She didn’t have time to react. It caught her on the cheek, digging sharply through her coat until it sank neatly into her skin. Sharp, narrow, and painful.

The meager mumbling of her climax became louder as the glass stung her cheek. She closed her eyes and clenched her face, trying to ignore the burning sensation as the pain coursed through the rest of her face.

She wanted it to stay though. Because if it went, it meant she had failed.

The first thing Twilight did on opening her eyes was to raise a hoof to her cheek. She found it bare, and unmarred by shards of broken glass.

Dammit.

There had to be something. Something she was missing, a clue or method of usage she had overlooked. Surely nopony could sell time-contraptions built to trap ponies forever in fifteen minutes of their lives for all eternity. For one, unless Twilight’s timeline had become its own universe, other ponies had lives to get on with. If a magic like that existed, Twilight was certain Celestia would be aware of it, in the event that someone evil tried to use it to freeze time for all of Equestria. So there must be an exit. Twilight would figure out the particulars of the nationwide ramifications afterwards.

What had that pony at the stall said? ‘Fifteen minutes of your day come right back until you’re done with them.’.

‘Until you’re done with them’? Twilight was certainly done. She was more than done. She’d never been more done in all her life. She didn’t want to touch herself ever again for as long as she lived after this.

But...

Maybe that didn't’ mean done. Maybe, in some bizarre spreadsheet dedicated to keeping track of ponies and their wants, desires, and willpower, there was a row saying Twilight Sparkle had more in her. She was still horny. She could get off again, and part of her still wanted to. Part of her would spend every other friday night thinking about a stallion she would never have and touching herself if she didn’t get it all out now.

Maybe this was a catharsis. Let out all of something and you were done.

Twilight was so certain that she was though. Her whole body ached. Everything was sweat and soreness, and her pussy was so swollen it was a wonder she had ever fit anything inside it in the first place. She felt like she might start bleeding soon. The image of the friendly, caring stallion she had envisioned was long gone, replaced only by the need to get off out of compulsion, to keep her stomach from turning.

Maybe there was something else she could think about?

Twilight remembered, in one of her imported comics, something that had seemed offensive at the time. She’d toyed with the idea, dropping in bits of it here and there when she fantasized sometimes. She never really went all in on it, but the notion of it was there for her to flirt with.

What if her perfect, grey-maned suitor, was a little more forceful than gentle?

For the first time in ages, Twilight felt the shudder of anticipation as her hoof worked over her clit. She’d be on her back, like this, and reluctant. They were moving too fast, couldn’t they take it slow? She wanted her first time to be really special...

But they’d come that far, hadn’t they? What if the stallion didn’t want to take no for an answer? What if he forced Twilight’s legs apart and poised himself at her entrance, pinning her to the bed. What if he ignored her pleas of ‘no’ and ‘stop’, and went ahead anyway, without stopping? What if every inch he shoved inside Twilight was amidst a delirious begging from Twilight, please, don’t, stop, pull out please pull out, I don’t want it—and he’d smile at her with every thrust and feel the clenching of her pussy and the dripping of her wetness on his dick and say yes, of course you do, and keep fucking her, pinning her forelegs down, pressing a hoof on her neck and making her choke and squirm and still fucking her, harder and harder with each thrust until he leaned low and whispered in her ear that yes, he was going to cum in her oh fuck...

Yes. Yes, just like that. Twilight rubbed frantically at her clit and her whole body rocked in response. Cumming, she was cumming. It was filthy, bad thoughts, bad thing she shouldn’t be thinking about but she was cumming, harder than she had in ages, her whole slit ached but she didn’t care, fuck, cummiiiiing.

For the second time, Twilight squirted, this time straight up in the air. The moisture landed on her stomach and chest, and she gasped as she opened her mouth, catching just a bit of it on her tongue.

Fuck.

How many thoughts like that did she have to get out?

That one had felt good, at least.

Twilight watched the last few grains as they made their way to the bottom of the hourglass.

Well, at least she had a few more things to get out of her system. May as well try her hardest.

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Fuck. Fucking fuck. She needed to cum again. She’d been forced. Pinned down. Taken by stallions she didn’t know, in every hole. Pissed on. Pissed in, fuck she had cum hard for that one. Every fantasy she could think of, she’d gone through, and still it wasn’t enough.

The carrot had made a return. The pillow. Anything she could find around her room. It needed to be something. Please, couldn’t it be over.

Twilight was scrambling for a new prop when her eyes fell on the hourglass.

Of course. Why hadn’t she thought of that before?

It was too big. She was too sore.

She had stretched in her mind for those last four stallions though.

Twilight clenched her jaw as she stood up on the bed and floated the hourglass underneath her. The top was big, gosh it was big, at least it wasn’t one of those flat panel ones with the bars on each corner, there was no way she’d manage that. This made sense though, in retrospect. She’d turned the glass while touching herself, and now by touching herself with the glass, she could finally go back to proper time. It was like the opposite, sort of. Yes, that had to be it.

Twilight bit down hard on her lip as she lowered herself onto the wood. It was too wide. There was no way.

But she had to.

Awkwardly, Twilight reached for her swollen marelips with her hooves and did her best to spread them apart. Her insides screamed at her as she worked lower. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, trying so hard not to scream and bring Spike into the room. To not let him see her shoving this thing inside herself in the hopes that she never had to think about anything inside ever again.

Halfway. It was halfway. So fucking big. It hurt, hurt so much.

With the middle of the hourglass wrapped around tightly by Twilight’s pussy, she moved a hoof to her clit and began to rub.

Fuck. Please let this be it, please. Take it back, she was cumming on it, full up of the thing she hated, fuck let it be done, pleeeeaaaseee...

Twilight swore under her breath as she came, blotting the pain and the pleasure into one, immeasurable sensation.

Please.

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Not that.

But it had to be, didn’t it? There was nothing else. She had tried literally everything.

Twilight spread her lips with her hooves. The act seemed almost familiar after the last few times. Carefully, with practiced apprehension, she slid herself halfway down the sizable timepiece.

She had to wait until she was close to do it.

Her eyes stayed locked on the egg-timer as she touched herself. The excitement of the possible solution almost spurred her to a premature orgasm, but she held back, hissing as she breathed in through her teeth, working her hoof constantly over her button. This had to be it. Had to. She couldn’t take it if it wasn’t.

Tick. Tick. The last few seconds now. Those ticks were so familiar.

Twilight ground down hard on her clit and came.

Her horn flashed at the same instant.

The sound of glass, shattering.

Fuck oh Celestia fuck no pain like this ever fuck fuck and she couldn't stop cumming her pussy was clenching around it fuck make it stop make it go away the sand and glass and everywhere pointing into her this was the worst pain she could imagine like fire inside the worst kind burning up her insides but it was broken inside her it was done she was still cumming fuck make it stop please go please be done please let that be it fuck fuck fuck.

Blood dripped from between Twilight’s legs as she held herself over the shattered fragments of the hourglass. A few tiny pieces of glass, stained with red and the clear juice of her pussy, dripped along with the blood.

Twilight’s hoof stayed in perpetual motion as her pussy contracted, stirring up the shards of glass inside her, forcing them into the walls of her marehood, into her cervix, stabbing her in every way they could find, and still she was cumming. She couldn’t stop, because she had to know this was the end. There was something leaking everywhere, but she couldn’t tell if it was the juice of her arousal, or blood.

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She had something wrong. It couldn’t be just her, couldn’t, she had tried everything and that was wrong, she had tried the last one and it hurt so much had to be wrong had to be not just her. Who was there the stallion wasn’t he was just in her head Spike was there Spike could help why hadn’t she thought of Spike she had but not that way this must be the way to make things work.

“Spike?” Twilight called from the hallway. Her hoof between her legs, she knew she had a few seconds before he answered, that was fine, keeping herself ready for him, yes.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come out for a second?” Come out for a second come in me for a second one with no breaking one with get out here. “I need your help with s-something.” The shiver came from her clit. Twilight steadied her hoof on the ground as she waited for Spike to answer the door.

Click. The door opened. Twilight smiled.

“What’s up?”

“I need your help with something,” Twilight said, letting herself into Spike’s room. No need for privacy. She’d give hers up.

“You mentioned,” Spike said, turning from the doorway towards Twilight. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Twilight said, positioning herself on the floor before lying down and turning onto her back. She spread her legs and gestured at her pussy,  puffy and swollen and red and sore and bleeding just a bit from misuse. “I need you to fuck me. Like, really hard, okay?”

“What?! Holy heck, Twilight, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me,” Twilight said, nothing was wrong with her she needed his help why wasn’t he helping. “Trust me, I’m fine. I just need your help.”

Spike gawked. The polite thing to do would be to look away, but Twilight’s pussy was winking at him. Spike’s claws shifted to cover what Twilight knew must be his growing erection. She smiled more sweetly at him.

“Please? I promise I’ll make it good.”

“Twilight... no. Absolutely not. What is wrong with you?”

Twilight could hear the arousal in Spike’s voice. Wanted to hear it. She wanted to get a glimpse of his dick as he turned, but he kept himself covered until he walked out into the hallway and shut the door with a slam, leaving Twilight spread-legged on the floor of his bedroom.

She needed him. That wasn’t going to work.

Well, she could always try again.

The sound came from the next room over.

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Five times. She had asked in every manner. Spike was not cooperative.

No more asking.

“Spike? I need your help with something. Can you come here for a minute?”

Body from bed. Feet on floor opening of door.

“Sure, Twilight. What’s up?”

The blast of magic that hit Spike was strong enough to knock him off his feet and carry him into bed with a single motion. The coughing noise he made when it impacted likely meant the wind had been knocked out of him, but that was fine. Twilight didn’t need him breathing too comfortably.

“Twi... Twilight... what are you... doing?” Spike coughed into his claw as Twilight stepped closer with a smile on her face.

“Just lie still, okay Spike? I need you for something and then I’ll be all done.”

In fifteen minutes, give or take.

Twilight’s magic flared. Spike’s arms and legs stretched out from his body like he was pinned to a rack, giving Twilight ample access to his dick. With an inexperience tempered by desperation, she wrapped her mouth around the tiny cock and began to suck.

“Twilight, what the... stop! Stop!”

Why did he always say no? Was is it because he didn’t find Twilight sexy? That couldn’t be true. She could see his hardon when he left. One time she’d gotten a gob of precum out of him when he offered to let him cum in her ass. Maybe she’d have to try that. Only one way to find out.

He was hard enough now. Twilight lifted herself overtop of him and took aim with her slit. She could feel the heat radiating from his erection. She focused on that, instead of the look of sheer panic in Spike’s eyes.

“Twilight, please, stop, I don’t know what you’re—” Spike’s mouth stopped with a sudden zipping noise and a glow of purple.

No reason he had to talk.

Slowly, Twilight lowered herself down onto the slightly curved length of dragon dick underneath her. Her pussy parted with some objection, but welcomed the intruder after a few seconds. It was softer than the carrot had been.

Spike squirmed underneath Twilight as she buried the last inch of his cock inside her pussy. Twilight clenched tightly a few times, squeezing her muscles around the few inches of dick Spike had to offer.

Well, it wasn’t about enjoying herself, though she had to do that at least to an extent. Besides: size wasn’t everything. This might be fun.

“You just have to fuck me until I cum, okay Spike? In like, ten minutes.” Twilight lifted the hourglass and egg-timer that had been floating behind her back and set them on Spike’s floor, just a few feet away from his bed. Spike thrashed and tried to kick, but his bonds held firm. Twilight rode him in a businesslike fashion, gyrating her hips and rubbing his head against her inside walls. It sent a nice tingle along her spine.

“My first time is all yours, Spike,” Twilight said. Her voice sounded far-away. Her eyes were locked on the hourglass as she spoke. She watched each tiny bead of sand drop from the half above to the half below, riding Spike the whole while and giving occasional rubs to her clit.

“That has to be it, doesn’t it? Until I got the courage to give myself up. To you, it had to be you, you’re the only one here. The only one I could trust. You’ll forgive me, right, Spike? I needed to do it, please understand, it’s not my fault. I’m getting close, Spike.” Twilight announced her climax with as little emotion as she had ever told it to herself. But it was true. This felt like a big one. Her pussy was already quivering.

“I think you should cum with me, Spike. Just in case, okay? I promise I’ll make it all better if this isn’t it. We’ll try as much as it takes, and I promise, every time, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’m cumming, Spike. Make sure you cum too. I need you to cum okay, fuck, cumming...” Twilight leaned forward and planted her teeth on Spike’s shoulder, biting down hard on his scales. Her body shook. Her pussy clenched. She came, and squirted all over Spike’s stomach.

She felt the twitch inside her as she came. Ropes of hot cum shooting from the tip of Spike’s cock. It was nice. Different. She could try this a few more times, even if it wasn’t the trick. There were so many more things to try. She had as long as she needed to find them.

“You’re cumming in me Spike, you’re cumming in me. You’re my first, Spike. I think this is the one. It has to be it, doesn’t it?”

Twilight stared at the hourglass as Spike’s sperm leaked from her swollen lips. Spike groaned meekly against his gag and magical restraints, but his complaints went unheard through his murmuring.

The final grain fell.

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That wasn’t it. That hadn’t been it what was it that hadn’t been it. Twilight could barely stand up. Her hoof was locked between her legs, rubbing for the only reason it ever rubbed. Keeping away the tummy ache, keeping away the bad feelings, keeping her from going crazy until the hourglass turned over. She needed it to keep from going crazy. What else could she do?

Every hole. Every way. Broken, unbroken. She’d broken it inside herself again. It tickled. Still nothing.

She was out. Out of ideas. Out of everything.

She was trapped.

There was no hope then. Her whole body felt used up. Disgusting. Like she was falling apart every time she came, and she’d cum so many times. She didnt’ want to anymore. Didn’t want any of this. No more. Please no more.

What was the alternative?

Twilight looked around her room. Bookshelves, mostly, lined with things she had read and reread. Scattered papers. A vase of flowers. Pictures of her friends.

They’d understand. They wouldn’t understand, really, but if they knew, they’d understand.

It was for the best.

Twilight rubbed at herself out of habit as she spun her bedsheets into a loop. Had to tie them tight, but that was no problem with magic. They were tight. Like a rope. A perfect loop at the end.

Twilight’s horn glowed as she locked the makeshift rope into place one part of the ceiling overhead. The loop slid around her neck nicely.

Done. She was done. But she’d better just in case.

Her hoof still at work, Twilight’s horn sparked and a burst of magic threw the bed out from underneath her. The sheets wrapped around her neck kept her aloft. Hoof still moving.

Dark, it was getting dark, she wanted dark. Couldn’t stop, she’d better not stop, it was almost better this way. Cumming, cumming, dark please take it no more make it stop please please please please please...

Twilight’s body twitched and thrashed with its final gasps of air. A steady stream of fluid leaked from between her legs onto the newly exposed floor.

One last choking sound came from her lips before her eyes closed.

The egg-timer ticked steadily. Tick. Tick.

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No. No no no that was all wrong she had tried to cheat that was cheating. Why wasn’t it working? If she couldn’t work it out by herself everypony else could. Why shouldn’t anypony know? Everypony should know. They could fix it. Everypony could fix it. Could fix her.

Twilight ran out of the house with the hourglass and timer in tow. She couldn’t let them go. Just the thought of them being gone was awful. Stay, they had to stay.

It was still a busy afternoon outside. Ponies just heading home for dinner, others still milling about towards the market in search of something to buy. Twilight didn’t have their attention. Everypony had something else to look at. She had to tell them. Was it what she wanted, or what it wanted? Did she want? Did she? Did it was okay tell them please.

“Look, everypony!”

Twilight screamed at the top of her lungs, as loud as she ever had. Look, everypony look.

“Look, look!” she said, howling. Lying on her back, hourglass and egg-timer there by her side.

“Look at me touch myself! I have to! Please look!”

Now she was getting glances. A few ponies from over there looked and immediately turned their heads. One of the stallions had a glance that lingered, and Twilight rubbed herself extra hard for him. Look, please look. If everypony could see, she couldn’t go away. She could show them all, and everything would be okay.

“I have to keep making myself cum or I’ll die!” Twilight screamed. “I can’t stop! It’s the same over and over again! Please stay and watch me cum!”

Mothers were shooing their children away. A crowd was gathering, mostly stallions. Some of them with a morbid open-mouthed stare, others with something else. Twilight could see it in their eyes, of course, they wanted to watch her. Everypony could watch, everything would be okay. Her clit was bleeding from rubbing so hard, that was fine, she was close, watch, everypony.

“I’m cumming!” Twilight said. The loudest she’d ever said it. Spike could hear, the town could hear, the whole of Equestria could hear. Look, everypony, and listen to Twilight Sparkle cum.

“Ohhhh, ffffffuuuuck!” Twilight frigged at herself violently. Blood mixed with her pussy-juice, and then she squirted, she couldn’t remember how many times she’d done that, it wasn’t too many she didn’t think, but now everypony was watching. There were ten ponies in front of her at least, look, it was spraying out of her, guuuuuushhh, maybe they could catch some, hahaha look and it would be okay. She couldn’t go away if everypony was watching, nice try, Mr. Time Pony, but Twilight Sparkle got the best of you she came in public for everypony to see and now you can’t take her back no more fifteen minutes anymore she came for everypony she was done.

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“Fuck me! I need everypony here to fill me up with their cock!”

Twilight grabbed a likely looking stallion by the shoulders and stared into his eyes. She pressed her forehead against his and smeared his coat with sweat.

“Please,” she said. She was crying, tears pouring out of her eyes like moisture dripping from her slit. “Fuck me, please.”

“I... I...” The stallion stammered and tried to back away, but Twilight held him in place, crying and pressing her chest forward.

“I need it, I need your dick, that’s it, it must be it, I need to try everypony in town, don’t make me force you...”

The stallion opened and closed his mouth wordlessly for a few seconds before Twilight shoved him. His footing gave out, and with a burst of violet, Twilight had him on his back. She pounced on him like a cat, positioning herself expertly over his dick. It was soft, but another burst of light yanked it up right and filled it to stiffness, the stallion’s eyes widening as blood surged suddenly downward.

“Fuck,” Twilight murmured to herself as she impaled herself on the sizable length of cock. “Fuck me, hurry up, so many more, have to, every, have to, must be, please...”

A few ponies had stopped to watch, equal parts horror-stricken and curious. Twilight looked back at them as she bounced up and down on the stallion’s forcibly erect penis.

“Yes,” she said. “In, please, have to, every. Take me, here, have to already, tried, but please, please please please....” Twilight lifted her tail and leaned forward, presenting her asshole and gesturing to it repeatedly with her foreleg.

The ponies gathered watched for a few seconds. After a minute, one of them stepped forward, bearing a lengthy rod between his legs. Twilight nodded at him fervently. After a few seconds of posturing, the stallion lined himself up and shoved. With one thrust, he was buried deep in Twilight’s ass.

“Fuck, yes, need more have to need, please, hurry up, only few, please...”

The stallion pumped at Twilight as she rode the cock underneath her. Two dicks, filling her up, her stomach was bulging, one in one and one and she needed to, to have to, she was, had to be. Checked the timer, only one minute, had to, please.

The last tick came. Tick.

Twilight clenched as hard as she could. She came. She could make herself. It was practice.

As she squirmed on the two dicks inside her, Twilight lifted the hourglass behind her head. The stallion thrusting away at her ass blinked as the object floated in front of him. His pounding paused as disbelief formed on his lips.

With a sound like a glass bubble detonating, the hourglass shattered with the force of an emerging hurricane. A sandstorm of razor-sharp powdered glass flew into the stallion’s face. Chunks of wood whizzed through his skull and off into nothingness. His body jerked as the few largest pieces of the hourglasses frame shifted inside his brain-stem before finding a place and letting his nervous system collapse. He fell forward, his cock still hard in Twilight’s ass. His testicles spasmed and let out the throes of his death-rattle in the form of a hot piping of semen that oozed out of his cockhead.

Twilight groaned, shivered, and milked the cock inside her pussy for all it was worth. The stallion there came too. That was all three of them. Only a thousand more stallions to try. In every variation. Alive. Dead. Broken. Not broken. A million infinite variables. Infinite time to try them all. As much time as she needed. Everything. All of them. Forever.

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The blades were glass were steel were shimmering diamonds Twilight had taken them from the mirror no more outside the outside windows sunlight hurting she had tried everything done she wasn’t done she was too many.

Twilight’s pussy bled. It gaped. She stabbed at it with shards of the mirror, wedging them into her puffy, disgorged lips, smashing them inside her cunt, tearing up her insides with them. Cumming. Smashing her clit with her other hoof, like a hammer. Cumming. Biting down on her tongue so hard, pieces off, on her tongue tasting her tongue and blood everywhere that she spat on herself wetter for wetter cumming. Cumming. Cumming.

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Twilight’s hoof swung over her bed to the bedside table and slammed onto the egg-timer. It vibrated under her hoof. Ringing. Still ringing. She let her hoof rest on the cool plastic. Her foreleg shook as she breathed. Her other shook as well as she removed it from between her legs. Limply, she let it fall to the bed. She stayed, still, for a moment, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Through the weight of centuries, her eyes opened. They lingered on nothing, then the ceiling. Slowly, purposefully, they drifted to the side. To the egg-timer. To the hourglass.

No sand moved. No ticking but the constant buzz of the egg-timer as it went off.

Knock. A knock, knock-knock, at the door. Spike’s knock.

“Hey, Twilight? Does that mean dinner’s ready?”

Twilight moved her hoof slowly, sluggishly. After a few seconds, she turned off the egg-timer.

Everypony can have time if they need it. We all have time enough to do as much with as we like. What makes the difference is how we spend that time. Twilight Sparkle found a certain way to spend hers. Who’s to say that it was any more or less worthwhile than what we might spend it on?

Take another look at the clock, if you will.

How long did all of that take you?

Hopefully, it was just long enough.