Microgravity

Chapters

Chapter One

Chapter One

The sight that meets you as you step into the town's library most certainly wasn't the one you were expecting.

Sure, there were still books. There were books to spare.

They just so happened to be taking up nearly the entire walking space of the room.

The entire library floor is covered in stacks of tomes and volumes, some clusters even reaching as high as your shoulders. It's like a metropolis of information and chaos, with parchment cars and carriages riding along streets of paper and between book-stack buildings, all built around the academic epicentre.

You have to actually navigate between towers to make it to the bustling centre, treading between strewn notes like Daring Do exploring a trap-filled tomb.

At the centre of the oaken room sits Twilight Sparkle. And she's not in a good mood.

Her hair, normally neatly combed and silky, is unkempt. Like, manticore-level unkempt. And you knew just how unkempt a manticore's mane could get, thanks to Fluttershy. (Of course, you were never agreeing to grooming animals with her again, no matter how much she pleaded.)

Her unassuming white blouse and grey skirt are creased and stained with ink, and even from this distance and angle, you can make out the red marks on Twilight's hands, wrists and knees where she's been kneeling for too long, taking down note after note after note.

And that constant muttering isn't reassuring you much, either.

"Twilight?"

No answer. Just more scrawling and scratching of quills. Multiple quills. Two levitated in a red-purple field matching the aura around Twilight's left hand, and another physically in her right hand, all writing on entirely separate groups of paper spaced around the librarian. Impressive, if highly disturbing.

"Twilight?"

"Mm?" She answers, but doesn't look up or speak beyond that.

Sighing, you reach over to the nearest convenient book tower. Desperate times call for desperate measures. You take the top book from the pile. Lord Rayneigh's Complete Scientific and Magical Papers.

The scratching of the quills slows to a complete stop as you take the book, though the gentle chiming of Twilight's magic persists.

You turn the book over in your hands so the back cover is facing you, and take another book from a pile behind.

The magical chiming stops, plunging the library into deadly silence.

You take Lord Rayneigh's book and, flipping it round in your hand, slowly slot it into the new pile, upside-down and back-to-front. You sandwich it underneath the new book, but your fingers barely leave the leather before the magic-coated tome flies back up again.

"Okay, stop!"

You turn around to face Twilight, who regards you with an expression somewhere between insanity and murderousness.

She makes a sharp gesture with her glowing hand, and Rayleigh's Papers floats back to its original location, bashing you painfully on the head as it passes.

"Ow."

"Do you need anything, or are you fine just messing up my books? Make it quick please, I'm really kind of busy here!" Talk about an unexpected outburst.

"Oh, and hello to you too, Twilight! Why, I'm just great, thanks for asking!"

She tries to keep up her glare at your jovial sarcasm, but droops down with a sigh, lowering her gaze to the floor. "Sorry. I'm just really busy right now. Guess my nerves are getting kinda frayed..."

"It's fine," you say as you kneel down to her, taking a look at her face. Dark shadows underline her eyes, and her normally unblemished skin is splotchy and punctuated by redness, especially around her nose and cheeks. Her normally striking purple irises are devoid of their usual sparkle (heh), and look just a step away from being entirely glazed over. "Are you okay?" you ask, despite already suspecting the answer.

"Just tired, I suppose," she confirms your suspicions. "I've been working on this for just over seventy hours."

Damn. Nearly three whole days without sleep, spent working constantly like Twilight so often insisted she did. "What're you working on?" you ask, making room on the floor to sit beside her.

"A new spell," she replies. "Well, a new spell based on combining several old spell mechanics, anyway. It's a spell meant to achieve levitation through simple casting while decreasing magical energy expenditure." You hear her getting into her stride now. Explaining things was what Twilight Sparkle did well, after all. "I'm hoping to be able to create and cast this spell so as to levitate an object of arbitrary mass while only expending magic on the initial casting. Just think about it! A spell that lets magic-users levitate an object, no matter how heavy it is, with the same ease as snapping your fingers!"

You are thinking about it. Something like that would drastically decrease the strain placed on anyone using magic, and make most spellcasting a whole lot easier. Heck, it was more or less revolutionary! "And all this," you gesture vaguely at the chaotic library, "is for making that spell?

"Pretty much."

Right. You glance back around at the room, looking for the library's other, more reptilian resident. "Where's Spike?"

"Up here..." a boy's voice groans from Twilight's bedroom.

The baby dragon steps into view at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes with a clawed fist. He greets you blearily, slurring a good portion of his words, before plodding back into the bedroom.

"He seems tired," you say.

"Well, he's been helping me with the research for the spell. You didn't think I was reading all these books by myself, did you?"

"The thought never crossed my mind," you respond dryly, before turning to Twilight with a more serious expression. "Look, Twilight, this is unhealthy. I mean, staying up for three days in a row just studying?"

Twilight rolls her eyes. "First Applejack, then Rarity, now you?" She sighs. "Look, this project is really important to me. I know you're all worried, but I promise I'll make time in my schedule for sleep after this is done. I'll be fine."

"Actually, I wasn't talking about you."

That gets her attention. She stares up at you blankly for a complete second before realisation dawns. "Spike?"

You nod. "You might be able to take the strain, but what about Spike? He's what, eight, maybe nine years old?"

"Eight and six months..." Twilight mumbles.

"Right. He's still growing, Twi. Dragon or not, he needs sleep. And he'll deny himself that to help you just as much as you deny yourself it. You need to take a break from this, okay?"

Twilight slumps down again, a look of guilt plastered on her face. "How could I have been so selfish? Pushing Spike just to pursue my own goals without even asking if he was okay?"

"Twilight," you say as you kneel down next to her again, daring to brush aside a few strands of her hair with a gentle hand. "It's not your fault. We all start going a bit crazy when we lose sleep. Probably another reason to take a rest from this, huh?" Twilight gives a you a small smile at this. "Spike?!" you call upstairs.

"Uh, yeah?" his voice sounds down.

"Twilight says you can have the rest of the day off!" She looks at you as you say this, but decides not to say anything as Spike jumps down the oak steps.

"Oh wow, really?!"

Twilight nods.

"Now Spike," you add as the dragon races across the library between the stacks of books. "You should probably use this time to get some-" Door slam. "...Rest"

Twilight glances at the front door, then at you. "Guess he really needed that sleep," she says dryly.

"Oh, haha," you say, deadpan. "Well, I can at least make sure you get some decent rest." You sniff the air thrice in quick succession, grimacing. "And a shower."

"Hey, I don't-" Twilight pauses, before sniffing uncertainly. A second passes before she breaks out into a slight blush, and she gives you a small sheepish smile. "Okay, maybe just a little. You can stay and take a look at some of this stuff, if you want. Plus with Spike gone, I'll need someone to look over the library. Just don't move anything," she emphasises, glaring at you sternly.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. After all, how hard can it be to run a library?"

Apparently, not hard at all.

Twilight had gone up for her shower fifteen minutes ago, leaving you alone in the library. And alone you stayed.

It was something to think about, perhaps. That when Twilight wasn't out or being visited by her five other closest friends, she still spent most of her time isolated from others, save for Spike. For a Saturday afternoon like this, you'd expect at least a handful of library visitors.

You put the thought to the back of your mind, however, and direct your attention to the scrawled notes littering the floor. Leafing through a bunch, your brain picks up on certain phrases and magical equations. Calculations for forces, vectors, angular momentums, energy-to-magic formulas, that kind of stuff.

You were no prodigy like Twilight, but as a magic-user yourself, you practised the art more than the average person. Enough, at least, to be able to keep up with Twilight's conversations and deflect any kinetic blasts she might send your way.

And also enough to see that Twilight was wrestling with some really high-level magic. Improving on something as fundamental and important as basic levitation probably wouldn't be easy, after all.

The sound of Twilight shuffling from upstairs catches your attention, and the notes are returned to their (hopefully) original places on the floor. You climb the stairs to the upper floor as she steps out of the bathroom, and your breath catches in your throat.

Twilight's glossy, still damp body is covered by just a single white towel, wrapped snugly around her chest so that it falls to just around her thighs. Every inch of her is smooth and shapely, to the point where one might mistake her for a marble sculpture made at the hands of a master artisan. But no stone could imitate the warmth and life her body exuded, like an almost tangible aura. Her hair is wrapped up in a smaller towel draped around her head, and you can't help but notice those few dark purple strands of hair fall down past her collarbone to lay on her mostly covered chest, standing out with striking contrast from the towels that wrap around her. She raises out a slender arm and yawns, stretching backwards cat-like as she lets out a tired moan, allowing you to see nearly every curve of her body press out against the shape of the wet towel.

Sure, you knew Twilight was pretty, but to see her like this iss like looking at a goddess! From the tips of her toes, running up her long legs to her curved hips, then from her waist to the gentle curve of her breasts, up to the delicate contours of her neck... Then up to Twilight's face, with her perfect lips and nose, and her now-lustrous irises sparkling from her perfect almond eyes...

Maybe it was just your friendship with her, but you're pretty sure that you'd give up a whole night with Celestia herself, if it meant spending even an hour with Twilight Sparkle.

Then, as you watch her stretch, eyes closed tightly, your mind fills with a sudden rush of images.

Thoughts and scenarios of the things you'd do to her, with her. And of course, the things you'd let her do to you. With a magic-user as skilled and creative as Twilight, the possibilities were endless.

You see yourself unwrapping those towels from Twilight, letting her curtain of hair fall down to the small of her back, watching as a few stray clumps cascade down to her chest. You see yourself pressing your lips against hers, fingers working and kneading at her soft breasts, laying her down on the bed as you grind your own body against Twilight's. Magical energy surges from you, and your clothes blink away in a flash of pale white-blue light, exposing your bare skin to every reachable inch of Twilight's warm, tingling body. Your fingers interlock with your lover as you see yourself enter into her, thrusting slowly and powerfully as she moans lovingly against your chest. Each stroke forces Twilight back into the springy mattress, her breasts jiggling and rolling with every motion. You grow faster and more forceful, Twilight even wrapping her legs around you so she clenches against your member, massaging you with her own muscles with an intensity that drives you wild. You feel it building up and up and up, the hot tingling in your loins growing larger and more eager for release as-

The end of Twilight's yawn snaps you back to reality. Hell, did you really just imagine all that? While she was standing right in front of you?!

You stammer and feel an unwelcome heat your cheeks. "Oh, uh, sorry! I- I didn't realise- I thought you were dressed- I'll just go back down..."

"No visitors?" Twilight asks, rubbing her eyes.

Umm... okay. Either Twilight just doesn't care that you were up here while she was dressed in naught but a towel, or she is really tired. "No- no visitors."

"Good. Y'know, you were right. I really did need that shower," she says languidly. "It really... It really helps... stress, and... hot water's...tiring..."

You watch Twilight's eyes close as her words become slurred ramblings. Her breathing slows and a content look spreads across her face before she slumps and loses her balance, slowly leaning into a fall.

You panic and rush to her, catching Twilight so her head flops to rest over your shoulder, hands securing her by the abdomen. The sleeping librarian breathes gently, the full weight of her body pressed to you, damping your clothes with the rivulets of water that still course down her sleek skin.

So this is more than a bit awkward for you. Celestia, you hope Twilight can't feel your, uh... lower body against her. Wrapping your arms around her back and trying not to get off on it too much, you shuffle backwards, lifting Twilight up and into you just enough to let her feet leave the floor. Thankfully, as a magic-user, she's small and lithe enough that you can carry her with little trouble. The bedsprings creak and bounce as you lay Twilight down, carefully shifting the covers under her hips to drag them down, then up and over so that they cover up to her neck. She stirs, but not enough to wake up as you manoeuvre your fingers under her head, lifting it enough that your can fiddle around with the towel to unwrap it. Her hair spills out onto the pillow with each undoing, finally ending with her pink and purple bangs falling to cover her eyebrows as you move the towel away, chucking it on a nearby chair. The back of her head is still damp against your fingers, but you figure she'll be more comfortable without a bulky piece of fabric between her and the pillow.

Now, you ever so gently lower Twilight's head back onto it, feeling your fingers run against her scalp as you carefully pull them out from under her, praying that you don't wake her.

Almost... Almost... And there. After all that work, Twilight must be sleeping really deeply to be able to ignore all that movement. She deserves a proper break, you think to yourself.

Smiling down at the peaceful expression on her face, you head downstairs and to the front door. Opening it slightly, you reach out and flip the "open" sign to "closed". If anybody needs any books, they can get them tomorrow. Right now there are more important things to worry about.

You briefly debate going out to find Spike, but decide against it. For one, he could be anywhere by now. Maybe over at Rarity's boutique, or all the way down at Sweet Apple Acres with the Apples and the Crusaders. And for another, if you did find him, he'd probably just run himself ragged again tending to Twilight.

No, better that you stay here in case she wakes up.

Back upstairs, you sit down besides Twilight, readjusting her comforter to keep her covered. Your hand strays to her head without thought, and you gently brush aside the uneven strands of hair across her face. Before you even know it, you feel your fingers travel down, stroking against her cheek.

You pull away guiltily. Sure, you and Twilight were good friends... just not like that.

Even if you wanted it. Even if, ever since you'd first heard her voice and seen her face, you'd felt something there.

You think back to when you first met her.

When you first moved into that small house near the edge of the similarly small town. Compared to the bustling metropolis of Manehattan, it was like stepping into a new world entirely. Not a single building rose above three storeys, and you could walk to the town centre without getting jostled or knocked or having to sidestep rushing businessmen once. It took some getting used to, and there was a lot you missed, but there was a lot more that made it worthwhile.

You didn't know what to expect when you first entered the living library, magically carved out of a massive golden oak tree. You expected it to be more... nature-y, and not nearly as extensive as the one back ho- back in Manehattan.

Instead, it was neat, homely, and big. Really big. Every available wall had been utilised for shelf space, and every space had been filled to the absolute limit with books of all descriptions. You remember looking in awe at the room, taking in the almost cathedral-like ceiling of knotted branches and tree limbs. Then...

"Hello, can I help you?"

You glanced right and caught your first sight of her. She stepped down from the ladder leant against a taller shelf, and over to you, smoothing her deep purple blouse. The girl was pretty, in a bookish sort of way.

"Um, hi, yeah, I was looking for a copy of Advanced Magical Applications by Merasmus the Withered."

She gave you a curious look, raising an eyebrow as she thought over the request. "Okay, I think we have that... What do you need it for?"

You remember how the question caught you so off-guard back then. Why would a librarian, maybe no older than nineteen, question the literary choices of a practised spellcaster? Of course, had you known that she was the Element of Magic at the time, you probably would've believed it if she told you that the sky was actually green.

As it was, you answered her as well as you could, hoping to get your point across to the librarian. "Well, I'm taking a look into magical circles, and I hear that he was fairly well-versed in circles and magical containment." Little did you know then, but this comment would give you your first taste of the experience that was Twilight Sparkle.

"Well, it's true that he was, but if you're looking into magical circles specifically, I'd recommend reading Comet Trail's works about the effects of willpower, expectation and symbolism on magic."

"But Merasmus is well known for his application of circles!" you argued.

"True," Twilight replied confidently. "But Merasmus the Withered specialised in large scale spellcasting and direct transformation of magic to energy. While he was creative with the way he would set up his spells, for him a spellcasting circle was just a means to an end. Unless you want to design your magical circles to make things explode, I'd much rather recommend Comet Trail's books. In his The Symbolism of Magic, he goes into depth on circles and even why they effect magic the way they do. Plus, he presents it in a way that even a layman could understand."

At the time, you thought she was being condescending with that last comment. Now though, you realise it was Twilight being Twilight. Although at times, the two weren't exactly mutually exclusive.

You continued the conversation with her, moving into different fields and topics such as the use of crystals in magic, a subject you seemed to know more about than her. Back then that thought would've given you a smug sense of satisfaction.

She caught on quickly, and it became more and more obvious to you that she was more than competent at her job. She seemed to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of her library, mentioning at least two books for every one you spoke about.

That knowledge and memory... If she was a magic-user, she'd probably be a powerful one.

You remember thinking that as you handed over all six of the books to her - five more than you expected to be leaving with - and watching as the librarian struggled with a bulky ledger, opening it to jot down the books.

"Okay, so that's The Symbolism of Magic, Circles and Circle Theories, The Merlin's Book of Intermediate Spellcasting, Crystals: A Magical Renaissance, Starswirl The Bearded's Encyclopaedia of Magic, and Higher Mathematics in Magic. And that's for..." She looked at you expectantly.

You looked back before starting, apologising and giving her your name. "I just moved here recently from Manehattan," you explained.

"Oh." She blinked at you, before breaking out into a smile. "Well, why didn't you say so before? I'm Twilight Sparkle, student of Princess Celestia and the librarian here in town."

"Princess Celestia?!" you repeated. Maybe you'd just misheard her.

Apparently not. "That's right! She's the one who assigned me here from Canterlot in the first place. If it weren't for her, I'd probably still be spending all my time in a library reading!"

"As opposed to spending all your time in a library working."

Twilight gave you a sly smile. "Y'know, I might live here, but I don't spend all my time cooped up with the curtains closed! I assume you've met Pinkie Pie?"

You thought back to when you first set foot in the town proper, looking to buy groceries. At first you thought you were being assaulted. But muggers weren't usually dressed in a bright pink top and matching skirt, beaming at you while throwing confetti into the air. By the time you'd finished making your first friend here, you'd ended up leaving her bakery with four boxes of assorted cakes, and a much lighter wallet.

So maybe it was a sort of mugging, after all.

"I don't think I'd forget meeting someone like her," you reply to her.

She raised an eyebrow at you in an expression of amusement. "Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet. The sort of stuff Pinkie and I get up to with our friends would blow your mind."

And it had. Consistently.

Over time you'd got to meet all of Twilight's friends, getting to know them and injuring yourself just by hanging around with them. Sure, you never really were a part of their circle of friends - you weren't an Element of Harmony, after all - but you had the pleasure of their company often enough.

You could easily see from your perspective how the six girls had changed since you'd first met them. Like Twilight Sparkle, for example.

You glance across at her as she sleeps. She's taller, definitely. Not by much, but it made a surprising difference to her figure. Her hair was longer as well; she'd grown it out in recent months so that at its longest, it falls to just past the small of her back.

She's tanner now too, due to her more frequent adventures outside. This was something you'd actually been debating yourself. Even despite her stronger complexion, her skin always seemed to appear fairer during the evenings. Conversely, whenever you saw her during the morning, she always seemed to glow with a much fuller, sun-like light.

You'd chalked it up to either a trick of the natural light on her skin, or just straight-up magic.

She'd grown into her body amazingly well, too. Maybe a year ago, she might've warranted a glance back or two, but now she was simply stunning, with a naturally perfect figure. You know that to be the result of magic without a doubt, at least. While magic-users might lack the natural strength and endurance of the earth-race, and the speed and agility of any winged human, they have their own subtle gifts. Magic works in tandem with the metabolism, ensuring a healthy body and longevity. It usually goes that the more magical, the longer a person'll live, and the more right they'll look. There really wasn't any other word to describe it. A magic-user could be ugly or beautiful, but no matter who might look at them, it could always be agreed that they looked just right, as if they're were always destined to look and be that way, like pieces of a puzzle slotting seamlessly together.

And Twilight was very magical.

She lets out a small murmur in her sleep, which you smile over at. You cross to the stairs, resting a hand on Twilight's slender shoulder before passing back to the ground floor. Might as well do some reading while you wait.

You hear your name being called. Setting down the stack of notes deliberately, you climb the stairs to find Twilight Sparkle sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She looks over to you.

"How did I end up here? Did..." A blush breaks out across her face along with a sense of slowly dawning shock. "Did we just..."

"What?" Is she implying what you think she's implying? "Wh- no! No, you just fell asleep on your feet after your shower! I just carried you in here so you didn't bash your head!"

Twilight looks away sheepishly, obviously still blushing. "Oh, uh, of course! Good! Uh, I didn't- I mean I- not that I don't- but I was just-"

"Look, Twilight, it's fine, really!" you cut her off, doing a pretty poor job of concealing your blush yourself.

"It is?"

"Yeah. I closed the library, so you've got the day off. ...So, do you wanna put some clothes on, or..."

Twilight looks down at the towel wrapped loosely around her, now just barely covering her chest and revealing more than is usually considered decent. She scrambles to pick it back up as you turn away, and you hear her jump out of bed to her wardrobe, then into the bathroom, door slamming behind her.

You head downstairs and resume picking at Twilight's notes for a few minutes until you hear the bathroom door open again. The chime of her telekinetic magic stops, to be replaced by the sound of her footfalls on the creaking wooden stairs.

"So, the library's closed, huh?"

You crane your neck around to look at her, and notice that she's dressed much less smartly than normal. Instead of a blouse or formal shirt, Twilight has on just a simple white t-shirt. Likewise, the skirt she wears is similarly casual: a plain grey that just barely falls to her knees, the rest of her legs covered by a pair of white knee-length socks.

She approaches you, a grin on her face that looks anything but innocent. "And Spike's out somewhere. Looks like we have the place to ourselves for a while..."

Um, wait, what?

You feel your heartbeat hasten, as she slowly and deliberately closes the inches between, bending over to see eye-to-eye with you.

"Uh, got anything in mind, Twilight?"

"As a matter of fact," she says, her nose centimetres from yours. "I have."

Oh Celestia just keep calm, keep calm and don't blow it like an idiot and don't say anything stupid like you always do.

"Seeing as how you closed the library for the day without my permission," she continues, "I thought you should do something to repay me..."

Holy hell this is really happening please pants just stay down and oh Celestia I'm not sweating am I?!

"Like, say for example..." Oh crap, here it comes.

"Helping me create this spell!"

Wait, what.

Someone could smashed a pane of glass on your head, and you wouldn't feel it over the sudden change in mood.

You should've seen it coming, of course. After all, it was Twilight Sparkle. And what gave you any reason to believe she'd suddenly get all wanton and seductive on you? Twilight was a reader, not a lover.

You avert your gaze as she hands over an open book, before leaving you for another stack of notes. "I hope it's not too much trouble, but then again, what else are we meant to do with a whole day off?"

"Well-" But Twilight cuts you off before you can even mention that this time off was meant for her to recuperate.

"I thought we should start with this. See, I've been going through the ways in which to move an object: simple kinetic energy, manipulation of air currents, magnetism and electromagnetism, even creating a physical barrier through magic. But I can't seem to find a way to sustain a spell like this with minimal magical input!"

All thoughts of picnics and sunshine and outdoor fun vanish from your mind as Twilight presents you again with her problem. This sort of stuff was pretty beyond your league, but you do you best to keep your head above the water, and call to mind every bit of magical knowledge possible.

"So you want to try and use ambient magic to sustain the spell? Use a small spark of magic to create a constant magical reaction that produces one of those methods for movement you just said?"

"That's one approach I've been taking," Twilight says, sitting on her knees to read a nearby book. "I haven't had much luck though. I've actually been studying crystal dynamics to see if that will get me anywhere."

"Oh?" you perk up. Not that you thought it beyond Twilight, but you rarely saw her practice with any branch of crystal magic; that was more your thing. It made sense though. Crystals were like magical bodies in their own rights. With the right manipulation and reagent, a crystal could be made to store and release magical energy, and direct or control it according to the "crystalmancer's" wishes. Almost like a magical brain, crossed with electrical circuits.

"Mm-hm. I was thinking that if I could find a way to create the spell in a crystal, then somehow duplicate its effects to use from a simple spell trigger..."

And so it begins. You listen to Twilight as she goes into detail on the mechanics of her spellcasting, commenting where you do understand, and wordlessly nodding your head where you don't. The seconds soon turn into minutes, and then into tens of minutes as you and Twilight throw ideas - and occasionally spells - at each other.

"How about a variation on a cloudwalking spell? You could get it to work with air instead of clouds."

"Tried it."

"Some kind of transfiguration spell to reduce the mass of an object?"

"Too complex."

"Can't you find a way to simplify it?"

"Tried it."

"...How about a mass reduction field tied into a levitation spell?"

"Still too complex."

"Can't you-"

"Tried it too."

Of course.

The library devolves back into silence. Minutes fly as you pass over Twilight's collected notes and bookmarked tomes, cross-referencing and analysing and writing down equation after equation, plotting graph against graph, just hoping for a positive result. You feel your wrist cramp and fingers ache around your quill as yet another paragraph of numbers and symbols is jotted down.

Magic was hard.

You sit back up from the desk, and turn in your chair to look at Twilight. The librarian is sat on her knees in the middle of the room doing her three-quill trick, books opened around her like petals on a flower. A yawn escapes your mouth as you stretch, feeling your spine and shoulders click and snap satisfyingly. "Twilight, I'm getting a drink. You want something?"

"Hmm? Oh, just some water please," she smiles at you.

You head into the kitchen, down a glass of tap water, and bring one out for Twilight, pausing to grab an apple from the table. She might appreciate something to eat. Back in the library proper, you navigate the sea of paper to stand over Twilight. She gives you a small smile as her fingers brush against yours, before taking the glass from you.

"Any progress?"

She sighs. "Nope. Every idea I come up with which sounds like it might work just never adds up on paper! And there's only so many short-cuts I can fit into one spell matrix..."

"Keep trying," you reassure her. "I know if anybody's smart enough to do it, you are."

Well, that was cheesy, you think to yourself. Twilight doesn't seem to think so though, as she gives a genuine smile.

You hold up the apple for her. "Want something to eat?"

"Thank you, but I'll be okay for now."

"Okay," you shrug, "I think I'll take a break for now. You should too; that was the reason I closed the library, after all."

"Later," Twilight says simply. You backtrack around the stacked books to the far wall of the library, where you sit yourself down on the floor, back against the bookshelf and facing Twilight.

Minutes more pass as you almost wistfully watch her toil away, hearing her sigh occasionally before turning to another book. Eventually, you turn to the apple in your hand, and throw it up out of boredom. You catch it in your other hand, and repeat the process, throwing it to and forth between yourself.

Up it goes, then back down, then up again, and so on... back and- wait.

You grab the apple, then throw it up again. You watch it. It falls back down. You throw it again. It falls down again.

"Twilight."

"Hmm?" she looks up at you.

"Watch this." You throw the apple up, then catch it, giving Twilight an expectant look.

She raises an eyebrow, looking at you as if you might've gone mad. "...Well?"

"Well, look." You throw the apple again. It falls back down again. "Don't you get it?"

"Am I meant to?"

"Here, just look." You throw the apple again, wait until it reaches its zenith, then extend a small amount of will towards the fruit. Blue-white light flares to life around it, and the apple remains suspended in the air, spinning slowly from the angle at which you threw it.

"A levitation spell," Twilight observes.

"A gravity spell," you correct her.

Twilight blinks at you. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Mm-hm."

"That... might actually work!" she exclaims, knocking over more than a few books as she rushes to you, grabbing your still glowing hands with hers. "Oh, I don't know why I didn't think of it before! This might actually work!" She practically bounces up and down her knees, grinning in excitement. "You are a genius!"

Well, you probably wouldn't go that far. A gravity spell like that is only slightly harder than a regular levitation spell, and besides, if it wasn't for your apple, you might've never even thought of it in the first place. Still, Twilight's gratitude should never go unappreciated, so you give her a small "thanks" and let her pull you to your feet.

"It's me who should be thanking you!" Twilight says gratefully, magicking over a stack of clean note-paper. "If it weren't for you, Spike and I'd still be working ourselves to death chasing dead ends!"

It worries you somewhat that you could believe that.

You allow Twilight to lead you into the centre of the library, where you both sit down and begin your endeavours anew. She imitates the spell, letting go of a purple aura-coated apple to watch it remain near-motionless in the air, twirling slowly on its axis.

You and Twilight sit opposite each other, facing the drifting apple. Reaching up, a single poke sends the apple sailing towards her. Relinquishing concentration, she opens her eyes and yelps as the fruit bops her on the nose, to rebound back towards you. "Hey!"

"Sorry," you smile. "Couldn't resist."

She deadpans at you and grabs the apple. You give her another smile as she refocuses, expanding a purple aura from her hand. The light turns to blinding in a flash, and you feel a very slight tingling in the front half of your body, only slightly magical.

"Well, that's interesting."

You open your eyes, and draw in a breath. Again the apple is suspended in midair, only without any trace of purple or red light.

"How..."

"The magic's in the air now," Twilight says.

You pause.

"What?" she asks. "All I said was- oh. Oh no no no no no I didn't mean it like that! I just meant-"

"It's okay, I know what you meant," you say lightly, refocusing a sheet of paper wafting beside the apple.

"Yeah, uh, sure," Twilight coughs. "Anyway, like I was saying, it's not a fixed field. The effects of the spell will weaken with distance, so that we might only be slightly lighter, but its focused enough in the epicentre to almost entirely negate gravity."

"So... is that it? Is it done?!" you ask hopefully.

"Nope!" Twilight smiles. "Not even close!" You can almost feel your stomach dropping. "We still need to test the spell out on a larger scale, and find a way to both simplify it and reduce the energy required to cast it. Isn't this fun!"

You massage your wrist and switch to holding your quill in a magical grip, looking up at the clock in Twilight's room. Ten past one in the afternoon.

A willed-into-existence magical pressure massages your temples, relaxing you down into the increasingly comfortable wooden chair. You'd use your own hands, but that'd mean finding another pillow to rest you head. The prospect is almost daunting.

You look down at the paper your quill scrawls slowly across, numbers and symbols and circles slightly distorted by your angle and proximity to them. Check the math. Checks out. Think, more maths. Check the math. Checks out. Think. Pause. Is that right? No, that's meant to be to the power of six, not five. Go back, correct mistake. Add in those zeroes. Yawn.

"Isn't this exciting?" Twilight asks from her bed behind you. "In the whole history of magic, this is probably the closest anyone's ever got to making such a huge improvement on the most commonly used spell since its invention!"

You mumble your "enthusiasm" to her, wondering if that little squiggle was a "6" or a "0". No, it was a definitely a "6".

Hadn't you insisted that Twilight take a break from this exact thing? Now here you were, not just allowing it, but getting involved in it to boot. How had that happened?

Well, however you'd let it happen, you weren't about to let it go on for much longer. Even if it ended with you magic-lifting Twilight out, you'd-

"Wait."

Something in Twilight's voice makes you jolt up and look to her.

"Pass me your notes." Before you can even interject, every piece of paper on your table is whisked away to Twilight's bed in a purple wind. Her eyes dart back and forth as she reads the pages laid out before her, sometimes frowning and smiling and uttering small sounds of agreement.

The seconds pass as you watch her in silence, until...

"I think... I think I've got this."

"Huh?"

"I know how to cast it," she says simply, her voice tense.

Magic's like that sometimes. Sure, physics and maths were more or less crucial when it came to making spells, but magic wasn't a science. Numbers could explain the "when", "how" and "how much", but not the "what" or the "why". Energy transformations and amounts were learned; knowing how to manipulate the magic to achieve those transformations was... innate. Studying a spell enough - wherever through science, spirituality or any other school - would eventually allow any magic-user the ability to cast it.

Which is what Twilight Sparkle does now.

"Hold up your chair."

Without objecting you stand and grab your wooden chair by the front legs, holding it away at an arm's length. Just in case.

She takes a breath, and stares intently at the chair. The tension can almost be felt in the air alongside the ghostly crackling of magic. Then, she gestures with her hand. The air glows purple for a half-second, more like a tint of mist than an aura, and the chair becomes... weightless.

You shake it up. You shake it down. You rap your knuckles on it. The experience is almost surreal. The wood is hard and solid as always, but it's as easy to lift as a helium balloon. The only only force you need to worry about while waving it back and forth is its own inertia.

"Well?" Twilight asks, leaning dangerously close off the edge of the bed.

"It works," you say.

Twilight stares at you. Then...

"Yes!" She jumps and whoops, bouncing up and down on the springy mattress. "We did it! We just made magical history! Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh, I can't wait to tell Princess Celestia!"

You can't help but grin at her behind your slowly revolving chair. After the tired state you'd seen her in earlier, it makes your heart genuinely lighter - and not just because of the lesser gravity- to see her this happy and excited.

She catches your smile and blushes slightly as she settles down, though her own grin only grows larger. "And I couldn't have done any of this without you! You deserve at least half the credit for this!"

"What?" you stammer out in surprise. "Hey, this was your spell, Twilight! You could've easily done all this without me; I just helped do some sums you would've done in seconds!"

Her gaze turns solemn for a second, and she jumps off the bed, pushing the chair aside to stand face to face with you. "No," she shakes her head, mussing up even more of her now messy hair. "If it weren't for you, Spike and I would still be here, getting more exhausted and irritable while getting nowhere. We'd be getting more and more tired, working even as the answers we were looking for were getting further away. Without you I would've never even considered using a gravity manipulation spell as the foundation, and you're the only person in town who I know can solve magical equations even I have trouble with!" She just about struggles to hold up an extremely thick tome, which she presents out to you. It's clear what she wants you to do with it. "Fifty percent credit. That's fair, right?"

You look at her, then to the book. With a small effort of will, you slip into a meditative state. Here you can see the spell Twilight has cast around the chair, presented to you in its base colours and strands and currents. The energies and reactions weave through the air in minute helices of red and purple and light-blue, criss-crossing and saturating the world with their presence. Twilight was right. Not only was it based on one of your own spells, but it was more-or-less just as simple as a levitation spell to cast. It's brilliance and difficulty in discovery lay entirely in its obscurity, and in just how different it is. Like spending your whole life walking on your hands, only to stumble one day and discover that your feet were so much better.

You have an example here; it shouldn't be hard to cast.

So you take a breath, throw out your will, and let the tingle of energy in your fingertips fly out to reshape the world as you please, removing that ever-present force that keeps you bound to the floor strand by strand.

It's not hard. The air before you glows like it had with Twilight's spell, only blue-white instead of purple-red, to fade back to the way it had been exactly a second ago.

Twilight lets out a small gasp, and you quickly turn to loom at her, only to have your breath almost catch in your throat.

If you didn't know any better, you might think that Twilight Sparkle had suddenly been submerged in water. But no; as it is, her hair slowly billows up and around her, twisting and pulling and undulating with every small movement made. Twilight herself is blushing furiously, breathing heavily after your spellcasting.

"Are you okay? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" you ask, genuinely worried that you might've done something wrong.

"No," she breathes in, "I'm okay, it's just, you should probably practice your aiming!" Her hand moves away from the book, which remains drifting in the air before her. Oh. So your spell had affected most of the space around Twilight, as well as the book.

"You don't feel weird or anything?" you ask with a hint of concern.

"No," Twilight repeats as she shakes her head, causing her long curtain of violet hair to whip hypnotically from left to right. "Just... Tingly. I feel lighter too." She hops up and down on her toes to show you, and you can tell that she's bouncing higher than normal with the same amount of effort, if only slightly. She smoothes down her shirt to prevent it from rising above her navel, and gives you a look. "Um, maybe we should test this spell out some more, right? I mean, we want to make sure we've got it perfect, after all."

"Okay..."

"Great! Now stand still! We need to test this on something larger than a book or chair, and I know just the person!"

"Wai-" Too late. Twilight waves her hand, and a surge of magical energy coalesces both within and around your legs.

Oh Celestia, "tingly" was putting it lightly! The phantom hands of magic caress your entire lower body, teasing and stroking up all the way from your toes to wash and lick against the whole of your groin, wrapping your legs and waist in a sheet of weightless bliss. The fact that you're trembling and bending your knees barely registers until the magic fades, and you're left with the strangest feeling in your legs.

They're still supporting the weight of your upper body, sure, but it takes almost no effort whatsoever to move them about, wherever it be stepping back and forth, or just moving them about. It's like being in a dream, where you find that you can suddenly run and jump impossible speeds and distances that no human would ever be able to manage in reality.

You bounce on your toes, and hop up a few centimetres higher than you were expecting, falling back down with a slightly lighter impact.

Judging by the heat you can feel between your legs, it's no wonder Twilight was blushing. Uh, oops.

There were various perks and disadvantages to being magically sensitive, though what might be what tended to vary between people.

"Well, it seems to work as expected," Twilight says, examining the slow-motion flowing of your shirt. "But... We need to test it on a larger scale. And when testing like this, reliability is very important."

"Okay, so..." You trail off, and Twilight looks at you expectantly until realisation sinks in. "You want me to try it again?" Twilight nods. "On you?!"

Again she nods. "If we can't use it to carry an object as large as a person with less effort, then the spell's almost useless."

"And you're okay with me casting... On you?"

She averts her gaze to the floor, causing her hair to billow up behind her like a wave. "Any side effects of casting can most likely be worked out with some additional study. Besides, we magic-users can always feel a spell being used on us, right? This isn't so different." She tries to remain clinical and detached in her explanation, but it's easy to see that this is probably just as awkward for her as it is for you.

As it is, you can barely keep your heart rate steady. Look, it's no big deal. You cast the spell on her just a second ago without knowing about the... stimulation, and Twilight's perfectly fine with it. Just relax, focus, and cast the spell.

So you do. Eyes closed, then open again as the magic builds from your core, surging into your fingertips. One final mental push shapes it, and you release it, letting it unfurl just centimetres from Twilight.

She gasps. That gasp almost instantly turns into a stifled moan, however, as the magic flows over her entire body just as it had done to you. The moment of awkwardness passes as you open your eyes, to be replaced by awe and surprise.

Twilight's knees are pulled up to he chest, arms wrapped tightly around her chest as a reaction to the stimulating magical pulse.

But her feet are nowhere near the ground.

Twilight slowly rotates head over heels towards you, maybe half a centimetre a second, skirt flowing out beneath (or maybe behind) her like a ruffled grey flower. She opens her eyes and lets out a small gasp.

"Uh... Wow," she says, almost breathlessly. "It works."

"So... How does it feel? The weightlessness, I mean?" you hastily amend.

"It's odd... Like being underwater, but also like freefalling, only without the water or rushing air."

"You've freefallen?" you ask, watching her waving her arms and legs in an attempt to twist around.

"Remember that time Rainbow Dash dropped me from above the cloud layer?" You nod. "Well, it took longer than I would've liked for her to catch me again."

"Oh."

"It's different though. Like there's no down. It's disorientating, but it doesn't feel wrong... Just dizzying," she finishes, somersaulting so that you're forced to look away or risk being inappropriate. Just from the corner of your eye you see her reach up (or was it her down?) behind to smooth her skirt back over her legs, concealing everything above the thighs again. She finishes her slow revolution, and you reach out to steady her by the arm.

"Thanks," she breathes a sigh of relief as her momentum causes a few strands of hair to brush against your face. "Angular momentum is kind of hard to work against without anything to stop on!"

"Tell me about it," you say wryly.

"Do you... want to try it?"

"Umm..."

"Just think about it!" Twilight continues. "Not only could we have just invented one of the most useful spells since basic telekinesis, but we might even be the first two people to ever experience weightlessness like this!"

You mull it over for a second as Twilight performs a ballon, using your arm to slowly twirl around in a fixed area. To hell with it. Twilight Sparkle was pretty much inviting you into this; there was no reason to be embarrassed or pensive if she was okay with it.

"Y'know what? Sure, go for it."

"Get ready," she smiles. "I'm going to see just how far we can take this spell!"

You close your eyes and brace yourself against the inevitable surge of magical pleasure that Twilight's spell will bring just as her hands flare with light. Even through your eyelids you can see the flash of red-whiteness against the solid blackness. But your focus is pulled away from it as it fades, and a wave of nearly mind-melting bliss shakes you to the core, rubbing itself against you more than just physically, setting off every nerve ending like an orgasm, leaving your legs weak and your heart frantic.

Twilight's magical stimulation passes just as quickly as it comes, but something else just as alien replaces it. The sensation of falling; the sudden lurch in your stomach when riding the sheer drop of a rollercoaster, coupled with the total absence of any pressure on your body. It's freeing, being able to go entirely limp and relax in place. The innate weight in your arms vanishes entirely, you feel you could let them hang out in front of you and never get tired of holding them there.

It's also slightly nauseating.

You open your eyes and only half-successfully attempt to crouch. You end up with your knees bent, feet kicking as the feeling of helplessness sets in. You can't get back to the floor; in attempting to crouch your shift in weight has pushed you from it, and now you're drifting away from it inch by inch, the feeling of unrest in your stomach growing more frantic by the second. There's no up, and no down, just the direction you're facing and what used to be the floor, but could now be even a wall or ceiling. You flail your arms, but with nothing to push off, you barely succeed in pivoting around your unchanging vector.

"So, how's it feel?" Twilight asks from beside you.

"Ill," you quickly blurt out, afraid that the contents of your stomach might use even that short opening to escape their sloshing confines.

"What? Oh, wait, let me just..." She trails off, and the soft jingle of magic resounds in your ears. Her purple glow encompasses your entire vision, and the tingling settles in as her spell seems to osmose within you. Just a second later you feel complete and total... tranquillity.

The unrest in your stomach is entirely gone, as if you weren't entirely without any sort of downwards pressure. Your heartrate slowly lowers back to normal, and the leftover panic gives way to a feeling of controlled freedom and giddy excitement that you might expect to feel in this situation.

Twilight places a hand on your shoulder as a reassuring gesture, though you're not sure how much it'll help physically like this. If you were drifting faster than Twi, who was more or less stationary, then it was possible that you'd slow down a small amount. While she was in contact with you, you were both technically just one object. Purely in the physical sense. No, not that physical sense, either.

"Feeling better?" she asks, pulling you in closer to her.

You hold into her shoulder with your left hand so that the two of you don't drift, letting you talk even if it means sacrificing personal space. "Much better, thanks. What was that spell, anyway?"

"A seasickness curing spell," she answers, deep purple eyes almost glinting with pride. "I have to admit, I didn't expect it to work so well in this situation, though. It uses a slight magical pressure and sensory manipulation to prevent fluid unrest in the vestibular system, stopping your sense of balance from being impaired. I also included a basic calming spell to help. Uh, I hope you don't mind..."

"No, it's great, really, thank you."

Your response elicits another smile from her, interrupted as a sheet of paper floats between the two of you. A single gesture bats it aside, and you look at Twilight. She stares back at you for a second, before you both break out into a simultaneous fit of subdued laughter. Taking a look around, you see where it came from. All around Twilight's room, stray papers are drifting up from the floor, table and bed, lifted by the air currents, with several books looking ready to follow.

"We might have to tidy up when we're done!"

"If we figure out how to get down safely," you add, looking down as the floor drifts away, almost beyond reaching.

"Oh, that's easy. Just kick off from the floor!"

You frown, but, still holding Twilight, kick off from the ground with your toes, sending the two of you up towards the ceiling.

"As long as we're both moving, we can avoid getting stuck in the middle of the room with nothing to push off of. Unless you want to use your clothes as a ballast... Or just-"

"-Use magic to push ourselves," you finish Twilight's sentence for her.

"Exactly," she says. "Watch your back!" And with that, Twilight pushes away from you, sending you both floating off in opposite directions. You turn around and twist awkwardly just enough to plant your hands against the wall. Turning in zero gravity is hard, but not impossible if you figure out the right technique; it's almost like trying to rotate on a swivel-chair without anything to grab onto. Twilight might have mentioned something about it before. Non-holynomic systems, was it? Maybe.

But whatever it was, you can see that Twilight knows it inside and out. Grabbing onto a bookshelf for stability, you watch her as she bounces effortlessly from the far wall with the tips of her toes. She raises a knee and pirouettes across the library, spinning out her skirt and hair in a miniature tornado of grey and purples. "This is incredible! I've never experienced anything like this before!"

"Uh-huh..." Without any gravity, every movement becomes more significant. You push off with your feet from the bookshelf to straighten yourself, but end up with your legs travelling up behind your back. It's uncomfortable enough that you have to let go to avoid bending over backwards, and you end up slowly front-flipping into the centre of the room.

"Just imagine the potential for this! Spell testing, botanical experiments, physics simulations, material creation, observations on adaptability in an environment like this! Do you think it was like this for anybody who's been in space before?"

"You mean like when Celestia banished Nightmare Moon?" you ask, willing a small amount of magical force from your hands to slow the spinning.

"Well, she had to have spent her time doing something up there. A thousand years is a long time," she reasons, somersaulting back across the length of the room. "Even someone like Nightmare Moon might've gotten lonely, with nobody else around."

"Maybe," you say, twisting your head to watch Twilight as she scrapes past your back, pushing you over towards the ceiling.

The librarian stops against a bookshelf and turns to look at you. "Well, at least I've got you here with me. This whole thing wouldn't be nearly as fun without someone to share it with!"

"Thanks," you smile down at her. "This whole experience is pretty... exhilarating." You float up to the ceiling, and scramble to grab onto the knotted wood to prevent yourself from bouncing off again.

The next few minutes you spend bouncing around, practising somersaults and pirouettes. You and Twilight exchange talk as you both pinball to and fro, freely dancing across Twilight's bedroom while chatting about the finer points of the spell. The precise nature of the change in gravity, how it coexisted alongside the planet's own gravity, things like that. On more that one occasion a failure to look up or down causes you to bounce or crash against Twilight. You become a tangle of limbs, both of you a uttering hasty stream of apologies as you push off from each others hands. One spiralling movement sends you back up towards the ceiling, and you latch on, turning to face the now stationary Twi.

"Hey, I've got an idea! Push off, and aim right for me! On three: One... Two... Three!"

Not knowing what to expect, you turn and push off with your feet, just like in a swimming pool. Similarly, Twilight jumps up toward you, the distance between her closing with every second. Your aim must've been off a bit, but not enough to miss entirely as Twilight reaches across to you, arm stretching to grab the other's offered fingers. Taking her small hand in yours sends you both into a near-stationary spin, your opposite momentums translating into angular velocity. You reach out and take her free hand in yours, pulling her in closer towards you. Looking down you can see the speed at which you spin increase as you draw closer, but looking at Twilight, you might as well be entirely still, for all that you can feel. The forces on her hair cause it to billow out, completely obscuring both yours and Twilight's view of the library. You might as well be in your private world of purple and violet with her.

"I didn't entirely expect that," Twilight admits with a small smile. "Still, we should be okay, just so long as we don't let go of each other."

You nod. The thought of letting go and potentially crashing into a bookshelf at high-speed isn't a pretty one. "So, how long does this spell last, anyway?"

"As long as I want it to." Twilight looks down at the wall past your feet. "That's the great thing about it: even for a large area like this, it only takes a small amount of initial magical energy to keep it like this indefinitely. It's like this is how it is normally. And I couldn't have done it without you." She looks back up at you, her eyes locking with yours.

Celestia, she has beautiful eyes. You'd never met or seen anyone who had eyes that could compete with Twilight Sparkle's. Not even the Princesses' themselves could match their elegance and luminosity, and there was something about them that was just so... expressive. When she was happy, it showed as bright as a lightning strike in her irises, deep and purple, mysterious and intelligent and full of emotion. Just like magic itself.

"-hello? You still in there?" Twilight's voice brings you back to reality. "Ground control to Major Tom?" she asks uncertainly.

You stumble and blush for a second, before asking her to repeat herself.

"I was just saying, I never could have done this without you."

"Aw, come on, I think you're underestimating yourself!"

Twilight frowns, and in that instant, you're sure that you'd do whatever it takes to make her happy again. The feeling is a jolt in the pit of your stomach, a pang of determination and pure affection for your friend.

"No, I think you're overestimating me. I may read a lot, but I don't know everything...

If it weren't for people like my friends and the Princess looking out for me, where would I be? I can barely take care of Spike, after all," she says bitterly.

You take a risk, and take her chin in your hand, drawing her gaze back to yours. She looks questioningly up at you, but you're relieved to see she doesn't break away.

"Twilight, nobody's perfect. I know with you, you'll beat yourself up over the slightest mistake. But just because you have flaws, it doesn't make you a bad person! We all have flaws, and truth be told, I'd give nearly anything to be in your position."

"What? Why?"

"Because, out of all the magic-users I've ever known and heard of, you're the most gifted. You're smart, brave, beautiful (crap, did you really just say that? Quick, bury it with more compliments!) and the only student to Princess Celestia herself! You might work him hard sometimes, but I think Spike couldn't wish for a better family than you. Not just that, but you've got maybe the best circle of friends in the world! I mean, all six of you are heroes! The Elements of Harmony! How awesome is that?!"

Twilight's mouth trembles even as she smiles, and you feel her hands squeeze your own affectionately. "You... You really think all that?"

"I know it," you smile to her.

Twilight returns your smile, before suddenly reaching forward to smother you in an all-encompassing hug. You return it, pressing your hands up against her back even as her fingers threaten to scratch at your own.

Twilight's voice is shaky and emotional, but she manages to hold it together enough to talk to you. "You're a good friend." She continues the hug, burying her face into your shoulder and pressing her freely-floating legs against yours. "Y'know, I never really thanked you."

"For helping you with this spell?"

"For everything," Twilight says simply. "Ever since the day we first met, it was just so... nice, having someone who I could talk to about anything I wanted without them getting bored or not understanding what I was saying. Having at least one person in this town who I can rely on, and not just for academic things. Even if he sometimes forgets his overdue books!" Twilight giggles along with your small laugh.

She pulls away again to look and her, and you see her eyes shimmer with the passed possibility of tears. She looks at you straight-on and says:

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

A purple glow surrounds you, and your unnoticed spinning slows to a dead halt, leaving the two of you suspended, entirely immobile, just above Twilight's bed. Her hair flows and undulates as if it were still underwater, and her skirt is pulled up nearly to her navel with the cease in downward motion. Another magical tingling wraps itself around your right hand, and you feel it being pulled by an irresistible phantom force to hold the back of Twilight's head.

She closes her eyes and draws in towards you, and you do the same, closing your eyes only at the last possible second, taking in as much of her perfect, dreamlike face as you can.

Your lips meet as your eyes close, and the jolt of excitement sends your heart into a beating frenzy. Instinctively you open your mouth slightly to accept her kiss, gently pushing and pulling against her lips. You feel one of her hands slide up from your back to your head, where her fingers begin to pull and massage at your hair, sending you halfway to heaven itself. Your free hand caresses up and down Twilight's back, trying to feel as much of her sleek body as possible through the fabric of her shirt, still as the kiss continues.

You carry on for as long as you can draw breath, but eventually pull apart, leaving both you and her gasping quietly in the air.

"Wow," Twilight says. "Uh, that was-"

"-Unexpected?"

"Exciting."

"Interesting?"

"Amazing."

"Do you want to-"

"-do it again?"

"Definitely."

And so you do. Throwing uncertainty to the winds, you slowly draw each other in again, pushing and pulling with your lips now with more confidence than ever. You both want this more than anything; that message comes through clearly enough.

With every push into Twilight, she gives way, letting you hold her and take the lead in your passionate weightless dance. The urge to give in to your lust and force yourself upon her is nearly overpowering, but a single thought keeps you in check: The want to give Twilight as much pleasure as possible, for the longest amount of time you can.

You lean back against nothingness to ease up, only to have Twilight take the reigns. She angles her head to keep your lips pressed firmly together, pushing and pulling in an attempt to feel as much as possible. Holy Celestia, she is good at kissing. You wouldn't have even suspected it of the studious librarian, who you were pretty sure had never so much as been on date before. But here you are, moaning uncontrollably under every touch and unconscious magical jolt.

Twilight grinds against you, and you open your mouth slightly in response, hoping that it's the right thing to do. Twilight follows suit though, and her tongue plays lightly against your own, moving around as much as it can against your lips. She lets out a small moan and takes your head with both hands, wanting you to kiss her as much as and as powerfully possible. You're all too happy to oblige, pressing the entirety of your body against her to further heighten the raw intimacy and sensation between you.

Eventually, though, this kiss ends too, your gaspings turning into pantings along with Twilight.

"I've waited so long to be able to do that," she says, something in her voice causing your heart to leap with excitement.

"You wanted me to cast that spell on you the second time! For the stimulation," you say, mock-accusatorially.

"Hey, I cast it on you in return!" Twilight defends.

Your hand reaches down to the small of her back, and you pull her against you. Her legs wrap around your waist and Twilight "sits" against you, her waist pressed against yours. "So, how do you think we fix it? We can't have it magically molest everyone each time it's used near people."

"Oh, I think we can leave it as is just for now," Twilight teases. As she says this, a single finger runs down your back, sending electric pleasure surging through your nerves as it draws a slow line all the way from the nape of your neck to just above the waistband of your trousers. You shiver at her magical touch and return the favour, creating a magical field on the surface of her stomach that strokes and massages at her skin. She lets out a murmur of appreciation, and wraps both legs around your butt with renewed strength, your groin just slightly rubbing up against her own.

Twilight looks up at you for a second, a hint of concern on her face.

"Y'know, I've, umm... I've never been... intimate, with anybody before."

"Are you okay with it?" you ask, stroking her hair. "I mean, you don't need to if you don't want-"

"It's okay," Twilight interrupts assuringly. "This is one thing I don't need a checklist for."

"You were pretty good with the kissing," you admit. "Guess reading all those romance novels finally paid off, huh?"

"Oh please, as if I'd ever read any of those!" Twilight scoffs. "Now, Rarity and Fluttershy on the other hand..."

"Uh, Twilight, I think I'm better off not knowing that," you say with a small smile, trying to keep your imagination reigned in.

"Well, suit yourself," she says with a sly grin. "That was nothing like those cheesy stories, anyway! They always talk about opening their mouths as wide as humanely possible to kiss! As if that'd work in reality!" she jibes again.

"I thought you said you didn't read any of those books?" you say, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, well, I have to scan through them! It is kinda my job, after all!"

"'Scan through them.'"

Twilight gives you a look that suggests that you should change the subject, but moves back to bury her face in your shoulder, lovingly nuzzling you. "It's funny though. I've never kissed anyone before. I've never even read about how to do it, but... It just feels right. It's something I know how to do. Like magic."

"That must be why you're so good at it," you agree. Twilight looks at you and gives a bashful smile, resting her forehead against yours. Her gaze is hypnotic, her luminous purple eyes filling the whole of your vision and drawing you closer to her.

You plant your hands firmly on her soft rear and grind her against you, pulling in for another kiss. Sensation overwhelms you yet again as Twilight moans into your mouth, small magical jolts running from her fingers to your face.

You hands run up to her waist, around her, fingers grasping onto the fabric of her shirt and pulling upwards. Over her waist, then past her navel, all the way over her abdomen. She squirms under your touch as the shirt reaches to the underside of her breasts, which easily give under the lack of gravity, even with the plain white bra still containing them.

The two of you pull away just for a second so that you can tug Twilight's shirt up over her head, while her legs remain clenched firmly around your waist. The shirt floats free like fabric underwater, but Twilight's hands dive down to your shirt before you can even think about resuming your kiss. Small bolts of purple lightning tease and jolt at your bare sides as her fingers trace your skin, static bursts that make you twinge in a mixture of pleasure and pain, until blackness and fabric obscures your vision.

The shirt now free, Twilight lets it drift above you, over to your shirt by the floor. Your chest presses against hers, bare skin warming against bare skin.

You give Twilight a concerned look, struggling to remain coherent against her grinding and rubbing. "Are... Are you sure you're okay with this?" As smart and thorough as you know Twilight to be, you know she's not omniscient, either. She could get carried away and do things that she might regret later. It's happened before.

"I'm positive," Twilight says, giving you a sultry look with half-lidded eyes. "Of all the people I know, you're the one I most want to do this with. Besides, it'll make quite the letter to Princess Celestia!"

What.

...

"Oh, relax!" Twilight laughs at the look on your face, a glint of mischief in her still-smouldering eyes. "That was a joke!"

"You, making a joke? That's new," you comment, gaining a metaphorical foothold on the verbal playfight.

"Well, we've done a lot of new things today," she smirks, unwrapping her legs from your waist so that she floats outwards from you like a flag on a flagpole, caught in a sudden slow-motion wind. Taking the hint, you almost let go of Twilight to undo your pants, but stop as she reaches for you.

A question forms on your lips, but is silenced by chime of magical energy, and the feel of phantom hands stroking at your legs like silk strands.

Then, your pants are gone. Not pulled down and floating away, but simply gone, leaving your legs bare and exposed to the warm air of the library.

"Did you just vaporise my pants?"

"Matter can never truly be created or destroyed, only converted," Twilight recites, rubbing her soft socks up and down the backs of your legs. "Well, at least if you don't count the studies made on Quantum Magic. But seeing as how your pants don't function on the basis of Quantum Magic, I think we can ignore that for now. I can bring them back for you later," she smiles.

You smile back, and wrap your fingers around Twilight's legs, unhooking them from around your waist. With nothing holding the two of you together you drift apart, Twilight floating "upwards" from you until her skirt wavers before you, shifting and dancing as if wanting to be freed from its wearer.

You're all to eager to grant its wish. With one hand by Twilight's ankle, you reach behind her, pinching at her rump in an attempt to find a zip or button. She murmurs quietly and arches her back at you, trying in vain to push herself against you. But in the zero gravity, she only succeeds in forcing her breasts out against the air, helpless with nothing to contact against.

You find the set of buttons keeping her skirt on, and flick them apart with quick, dexterous movements. The hand by Twilight's foot slides up her leg to rest on her waist, with your free hand pointed at her skirt. A small force of will coalesces as a blue aura around your fingertip, which extends to the the grey waistband, tugging it down past her smooth thighs, then her knees, then down past her toes. Not paying attention to it, you let the grey skirt float away to wherever, keeping your thoughts directed on the girl squirming under your touch. Twilight has her hands in your hair, and is pulling enough to almost make it feel like a massage, though not enough to cause pain. A single look at her plain white panties reveals a damp spot right at the underneath; Twilight's more than eager.

You hold up on the librarian even further, pushing her away so that only her feet in their long white socks float before you. Why not tease her a little bit? You pinch at Twilight's big toe through the cotton, playing and tugging at it until her toes curl. You spend maybe ten seconds with each toe, slowly working the fabric down her calves centimetre by centimetre, focusing on her heavy panting and half-murmurs. As talkative as she could be, Twilight was decidedly out of her element here, and so was leaving the foreplay up to you, something you don't mind at all.

You spend nearly another minute on the other sock, and finish by massaging her now bare feet, feeling around from the ankles to the tips of her toes and everywhere in between, listening for whatever nets the strongest reaction from her as you rub over every sensitive crease and delicate curve.

You feel one hand stray from your head and glance up, still massaging at her feet. Twilight's moans grow to a new intensity as she rubs at herself through the white panties, forefinger pushing into the wet slit just barely visible through the cotton.

You've probably kept her waiting long enough. She floats down to you, or maybe you drift up to her as you pull on her waist. "You ready, Twi?" you ask, finally face to face with her again. She nods wordlessly in anticipation, and you move your hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. The tension in the string and the natural bounce of her breasts, coupled with the lack of gravity causes the straps to ping around, the bra now inching away from Twilight's body. You pull it away and admire the magical girl before you. It's dreamlike, being able to be with her like this, weightless, and entirely nude save for your underpants, which you know you'll be discarding soon enough. Her breasts are a modest C-cup, if you have your measurements correct, and appear rounder, perkier and more conical in the zero gravity. You think back to that time when Fluttershy had been with her ducks by the lake, and she'd fallen in, only to be kept above the surface by her... floatation devices.

Whatever minuscule amount of pull-down there might've been on Twilight's breasts is gone entirely, replaced by mesmerising bouncing and jiggling with every push and movement she makes. You bring your hands up and knead at them, pushing, pulling and squeezing, tracing your fingers along her impossibly soft skin to feel it give, thumbing and teasing her nipples. Twilight gives a sharp intake of breath as you do this, her hands coming to clasp at yours, begging to continue. You move into her and open your mouth, sucking on her pillowy breast to take in a nipple, surrounding it in warmness and wetness. A satisfied moan from Twilight encourages you to go further, and you begin moving your tongue back and forth with your sucking motions, rubbing it against her erect nipple, up and down. The slurping and sucking and scraping continues until you feel a hand against your head. Ceasing the tongueplay, you pull yourself back up to Twilight, hands on her smooth hips and the string of her panties.

"You're not done yet, are you?" Twilight asks, almost pouting.

"Not by a long shot," you reply, pressing your chest against Twilight's own.

"Good. There's still some more spells I'd like to experiment with," she says, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

You're about to ask her what spells exactly, but are interrupted by the chiming jingle of magic. Twilight's hands, held out on either side of her to try and keep some stability, are surrounded in a purple-red glow, the same glow now encompassing her breasts. The tingling of energy makes its way to you chest, tickling you wherever you can feel Twilight's skin pressed against your own. She closes her eyes suddenly, biting her lip as the sensations seep into her body, turning normal breaths into full on pants.

"Oh, Celestia, that feels..." she doesn't finish her sentence, the words devolving into lustful moans as she works her magic. With every breath the either of you makes, your bodies grind against each other, slick with sweat and warm with heat.

Then you feel it. Twilight's chest presses up against you, but not because of her gyrating. Looking down you can see why. Twilight's breasts, still veiled in their magical field, are growing. You can feel them compress against you even as you watch them grow. From a C cup to a full D cup, then even larger still, her large orbs squishing into you.

"Holy crap..." you hear yourself breathe, in awe of Twilight's still expanding chest.

"Do you like it?" Twilight asks, her voice barely measured against the magic surging through her, changing her.

"Yeah. I knew you were good at transformation spells, but I never knew you could do something like this..." You can't help but marvel at Twilight's magical skill, as well as her... physical applications of it. Your hands play at them almost with a mind of their own, feeling the impossibly soft mounds give beneath your touch. Still they grow, expanding and filling out from between your roaming fingers, easily an into F cup, if you know your measurements right.

"It's... It's only a- mmhn... temporary spell, ah... Meant to increase sensitivity- oh yes, keep doing that..."

"And you've used it before?" you ask, running your thumbs back and forth over Twilight's erect nipples.

"Maybe... Maybe once or twice, when I've been- mmh... been alone." She lets out a shudder, vibrating against your body, and the magic stops, her breasts' swelling slowing to a complete stop. Your hands sink into them, pushing against the soft bounce of the skin that envelops your fingers. Even by stretching, you can't even manage to fully cup each orb, only barely managing to reach around each full curve. You might use the word "heft" to describe playing with Twilight's breasts, but like this there's no weight to heft; just the supple give of her heavenly body against yours.

"Mmh... Hah... I think... I think we should move on to the next step in this 'experiment'."

"'Experiment'? Does that make me a test subject?" You ask almost incredulously, thought not enough to stop from kneading at her. Twilight lets out a small smirk but doesn't answer, instead taking your hands with hers, away from her breasts and down to her waist, and the alluring lace of her only clothing article left. She pushes off from your shoulders, letting herself float upwards even as your hands remain hooked around the strings, letting Twilight literally fly out of her underwear. Her sweat-slick body slips free, drifting upwards until her navel passes above you, giving way to the divide between her legs.

You act without thinking, moving to keep your hands secure on Twilight's thighs and pulling her into you until you can see her labia, soft and pink and wet. Droplets of fluid cling to her body and float from her in perfect glistening spheres, held together only by their surface tension, lubricating every inch of her skin under your fingers. Her nether lips reach your mouth and you let out your tongue, burying your face between Twilight's legs as you lick at her, just stimulating the surface. She shudders as your tongue teases her slit, wrapping her legs around your head in pleasure.

Another lick, this time pushing past the labia to taste her sweetness. A moan escapes her lips, and a glance up shows her arching back, hands on her protruding breasts. She wants something to grab onto, to hold and push herself against bodily. But the zero gravity renders her helpless, only able to buck her thighs towards you in the hopes that you can satisfy her further.

Your tongue slips inside Twilight fully, and her taste overwhelms you, flooding your mind with the salt sweetness of her arousal. Up and down, left, and around, then up again. Nose still buried in her crotch, you trace patterns inside of her, listening for pitches in her moans, in the hopes of picking up any indications on what to do. Your mind and heart are racing, frantic with the heat of the moment and the ever-present realisation that this is real. That you're really pleasuring Twilight Sparkle as she floats, naked, above you. The anticipation of what's to come further enhances your excitement, releasing butterflies into your twisting stomach. Then a thought hits you like a lightning bolt even as you continue eating Twilight out. A remembered idea from an unremembered source that strikes you with such clarity that you put it into action immediately.

The motions of your tongue against Twilight's sweet folds shifts suddenly, from random movements to deliberate strokes, as you spell out each letter of your name against every reachable millimetre of Twilight's centre of stimulation. Her fingers clench at your hair and her back arches in a vain attempt to buck against you, but the lack of gravity leaves her still without any leverage. Instead you satisfy her whimpering urges for her, repeating the horizontal penetrating motion across the top of her love that causes her so much pleasure. Your tongue slicks directly over what you realise must be her clitoris, hidden away like a pearl, and Twilight practical screams with ecstasy, her nails digging into your scalp as her legs contract around your head.

Her body shudders and convulses with every upward lick, your tongue flicking and twirling into her relentlessly even as exhaustion begins to set in, the beginning of a cramp threatening to halt your tongue. You breathe in from your nose, Twilight's overpowering taste and smell flooding into your mind, intoxicating you. Right now, her taste is the sweetest thing in the world to you; it's the knowledge that you're bringing pleasure to her in the most intimate way. It's magical and electrifying: it's her taste.

"Oh Celestia... Keep going, I'm nearly- nearly... Mnh..." Again her words fade into moans as you bring her closer to climax, determined to not let up until she's satisfied. Another slow, drawn out lick brings on more convulsions by Twilight, then another, then another.

"Oh yes... Please, don't stop...keep going..."

She clenches at your ever more tightly, legs locked around your head and hips thrusting into you. Her stomach presses out to your head, Twilight doubling over into you as much as her body will allow while her hands shift to your back, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin.

Her bucking (as much as it can be called that without any leverage) reaches a frantic pace; you can hear her almost hyperventilating above you. Twilight's past the point of no return.

You give one final push, and dive into her without rest, overwhelming her clitoris with a barrage of tongue strokes. You can feel that she's close, no more than a few seconds away. You're in tune with her, with every movement and moan she makes, as if experiencing everything she can feel. Your hands drive into her rear, pulling her into your tongue with an almost frantic strength as you dive into her. Again and again, over and over you drive into her, until, with one final shuddering moan, Twilight climaxes. Her breaths come shallow and shakily, whimpers and half-cries escaping her mouth as she contracts and convulses around you, seizing, thrusting, squeezing against you as the waves of bliss course into and over her uncontrollably.

You let her down with a final handful of teasing licks, slurping at the droplets of her arousal like ambrosia. Twilight shivers under every loving motion until finally you resurface from her loins, her body practically turning to jelly. Her legs give one final clench inwards, then relax again, spreading out with her arms under the natural forces of her body, unhindered by gravity.

Hands on her hips, you ascend Twi as she floats through the afterglow, drifting in a world of her own with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. You let her breasts surround and part around you as you climb, your head pushing aside the sweat-slick half-orbs. She's coated in sweat, and with good reason. Something about zero gravity must be affecting the air convection, because the room is like a furnace. Sweat sticks to yours and Twilight's skin like a gel; a natural lubricant that pools in shining droplets around you, suspended like raindrops frozen in time.

Strands of hair clump to her face, framing her jawline with lines of purple and violet, while layers of midnight sapphire fan out around her head like feathers on a peacock.

"Oh, wow..."

"You alright?"

"Yeah," Twilight breathes quietly. "Just, give me a moment..."

You give her a nod, twisting around awkwardly to take a look at the rest of the room. The layer of books and papers float several inches from the floor they once covered, but none of them drift high enough to disrupt the either of you, remaining content to float upwards mere millimetres a minute.

You idly summon up a small amount of tingling magic into your right hand, looking out at building rooftops from the far windows. Judging by what little there is visible of the shadows, it's moving into late afternoon. A glance above at the clock on the upside-down table beside Twi's bed confirms that: just about three thirty in the afternoon. Your fingers raise to your face, and electrifying jolts and pulses force their way around and throughout your mouth, zapping away any and all traces of Twilight's fluids. The spell lasts maybe two seconds before fading away, leaving you feeling, physically, as if you'd never eaten Twilight out in the first place. Only a lingering taste of her remains, a memory of the pleasure brought upon her by your tongue, but enough to leave you wanting more of Twilight.

Silent minutes pass as you float with her, gently pushing at her to watch her spin and rotate slowly. She looks up in confusion at your touch, but relaxes back again, letting her limbs loll out in a star-shape.

"When do you think Spike'll be back?" you ask, foward-flipping away from Twilight with your legs sailing up behind you wildly.

"Probably all day. If he gets back, I can just hide us under a veil."

"You can do that?" you ask, grabbing her hand at the last second to tug yourself back in. Your separate momentums cancel each other out to zero again, but you both begin to revolve slowly as you realign with her, rotating haphazardly on a fixed point.

"Well, I think I can do that..."

Oh, great. "And what if he comes up here? I'm pretty sure veils can't stop you from physically touching things."

"I'll leave a note out for him, telling him to meet me somewhere else!"

"Do you have one prepared?" you ask, pressing your hips into hers.

The chime of magic answers your question, sounding off from closely behind you. With Twilight's hands around your back, it's impossible to see the magical glow, but the sound of a quill on paper makes itself known from somewhere behind and above/below you.

"I have now!" Twilight says smugly. "'Dear Spike,'" she reads along with the scratching of ink in parchment behind you. "'I have had urgent matters to attend to in town. If you see this note, please wait for me over at... Fluttershy's cottage.

Twilight.'"

The paper ruffles slightly as Twilight send it downstairs, presumably to lay by the front door.

"There we go! Now, where were we..." Twilight purrs, switching almost instantly from smug and mischievous to seductive and... well, still just as mischievous.

Before you can answer the question, though, Twilight's hands slip away from your back to tug at your underpants, working the waistband down, sliding it over your now painfully erect shaft centimetre by centimetre. One final pull by her releases it entirely; you feel it sway freely in the zero gravity, warm wet air tingling against every part of it. You look down to see it stroke against Twilight's lower lips and- wait, what?

Panic starts to creep up at the corners of your mind as you blink, staring at your "fully" erect shaft, about a whole inch shorter than it usually is. Twilight catches your gaze and follows it in confusion, her thumbs still hooked in the band of your pants. "Are you okay? Your- oh, sorry! I forgot about that!"

You look back up at her in a sort of half-stunned fear. "You forgot that your spell makes me smaller down there?!"

"No, it's the gravity! Look, I can fix this," she says calmingly. "Regular gravity pushes down the blood in the body," Twi explains as she places her hands firmly on your hips, magical energy building up in her fingers. "Without gravity, that natural pressure gradient disappears, making your blood distribute more evenly in your body. It's why we're sweating and blushing so much, and why you're, uh... Somewhat smaller."

"Just fix it, please," you sigh, wishing for this moment of embarrassment to pass as quickly as possible.

Twilight nods sympathetically, and sends a jolt of electricity coursing into your groin, expanding and rocking your body with pulses and shocks. You shudder under the raw power of it, the magic enveloping your fingers and toes, then quickly leaving as quickly as it entered. Once it passes, you look back down, pushing aside Twilight's breasts tenderly to view past them. Sure enough, you're back to your full length, ego almost completely restored.

"That better?" Twilight asks.

"Much," you reply, taking her hands and brining them back down to your underwear, where she proceeds to finish undressing you. Your knees raise up to Twilight's breasts as she slides the underpants from you, past your calves, then over you feet, freeing you entirely. You rotate away from her, legs sliding over her breasts, but not before Twilight reaches out and grasps at your member, fingers tightening over your shaft. She pulls you back in, slowly but surely realigning the two of you again, letting go as she lines up your sensitive area with hers.

Your hands wrap around her soft buttocks, fingers squeezing her, guiding her slowly through the air to your head, her heat just inches away from your-

"Oh, just a second!"

Another magical jingle cuts you off, and your member is enveloped in a world of warmth and tightness, phantom tongues squeezing and wrapping around it, teasing and sucking you. But they leave just as quickly as they came. You look at Twilight questioningly, and she smiles bashfully.

"Safety first! Guess learning that spell finally paid off, huh?"

You ponder her words for a second, before you realise that she's just cast the magical equivalent of a condom on you. "Yeah, that's fine Twi. Just, tell me before you go casting another spell on my dick, okay?"

"Umm..."

You let out a sigh. "What?"

Twilight just smiles that same adorable awkward smile, averting her gaze from you with an intense blush. "Actually, that was two spells."

Great. "And what did the second one do?"

"Well, why don't you find out?" Her tone is innocent enough, but there's a sultry undercurrent to it that sends a thrum of pleasure through your heart like her magical sparks and jolts. She takes your hand in hers, and guides it around her, from her collarbone down to her breast, you fingers slicking over her nipple, then running down past her navel to her venus mound. She hesitates for just a second, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly open, before pushing your fingers inside her. Twilight twitches at the touch, your fingers brushing up against the delicate folds of her centre, fingering her almost of their own accord. Then you feel it, and you see what Twi's mystery spell has done, not just to you, but her as well.

With every touch of her, those same phantom forces caress at your shaft, ethereal fingers that nonetheless wrap around you and stroke you as if they were physically there. They move as your fingers explore Twilight, reaching around effortlessly alongside them as they stimulate her, enveloping ever more of you in a warm pressure as you push more deeply into her. Then you pull out, and feel around for Twi's clitoris against the pleasure of your own magical handjob. As hard as it is to focus, with hot sweat coating every part of you not pressed against Twilight, you find it, and rub at it. Instantly the feeling on you shifts, moving from the shaft to the head, enveloping it in raw pleasure. Your moans blend with Twilight's as you rub at her, those same sensations reflected back onto you as a blissful tongue massaging your head.

But you pull out before you fall too far into mindlessness, taking your hand from Twilight and holding her by the small of her back.

"So... Do you like it?" Twi asks between breaths.

"It's amazing!" You feel your still-tingling member squish up between you and Twilight, pressed between your warm bodies.

"I'm glad you like it," Twilight smiles serenely. "It's an empathy spell, designed to let others feel what you feel. Like right now," she gestures downward to your shaft, surrounded firmly on both sides by wet skin. "It feels like you're inside of me already."

"Do you want to do it, for real?"

"Yeah," Twi nods.

That's all the encouragement you need. Readjusting, you push Twilight away, your hands on her hips to guide her like a balloon down onto you. Her breasts wobble with every change in momentum, distracting you almost enough to miss entirely. But you follow through, Twilight's labia now just a handful of inches away from you. Three inches. Two. One.

Her lower lips meet your head, wetting it with Twilight's arousal even as those phantom tongues caress at your balls. You push down, your head pushing aside her lips as the reflected sensations travel up your shaft, the two forces meeting in the middle. You let out a sigh of pleasure alongside Twi, your heartrate thumping wildly out of control. As you sink ever further into her, the magical and physical fronts collide, and-

"Oh Celestia!" you gasp. The ghostly sensations meld with the actual feelings of Twi's inner walls, creating a magical feedback loop, an echo of stimulation like a reflection caught between two mirrors. Every movement inside her she feels, you then feel, which she then feels back, and so on like the vibrations of a plucked string, only fading after a handful of seconds without movement. It's rapturous, and Twilight's moans of pleasure encourage you to push even deeper into her, slowly and gently. It is her first time, after all.

A few inches more and you reach your end, Twilight 'sitting' atop you with her legs around your back and hands on your shoulders. A wordless nod from her, and you begin, lifting her up and down by the waist while your hips rock into her.

You can't just thrust into her as quickly and as powerfully as you like. Sensuality, drawn-out passion and over-stimulation aside, it's something physics just won't allow. With your hands on her waist, you can lift her up and down, slowly, without contending against weight. But things still have mass. And mass carries inertia. Like moving a dumbbell up and down; if you pump it as hard as you can, you're not just fighting against the weight, but also fighting to slow it down against the direction it's already moving in. Even in zero gravity, the laws of physics still apply.

And to think, Rainbow Dash had decried physics as a subject for eggheads.

So instead you continue slowly, listening to the muted slap and quiet slick of her skin against yours, and your member within her. Twilight's breaths are shaky, quick and shallow and barely in control much like your own. Her body presses against yours, but not enough to cushion her pillowy breasts, bouncing and jiggling free with every thrust and movement.

She tightens, her heat clasping at you, clenching into you and milking your shaft for every drop inside of it. You slow down, completely unprepared for the brain-numbing pleasure that grips you, choosing instead to stick to a rhythm, slow enough that you can keep going and still feel satisfied. In... then back out, then in... then back out. You and Twi let time wash over you in this manner, her head buried in your shoulder at times, her lips stealing passionate kisses from your own at others. And always your partnered dance of weightless give-and-take continues, your motions perfectly synchronised with Twilight's. In, and out, in, and out, letting your pressure build with Twilight's steady huffs and moans.

"Twi..." You breathe out, letting your hands run over the surface of her back. "I'm starting to get close..."

"I know," she replies, similarly out of breath. "It's okay though... The empathy spell... We'll finish together."

Spurred onward by Twilight's words, you continue at your natural pace, feeling climax approach minute by minute, your lover's arms and legs wrapped tightly around your body. Up she pulls, then back down, engulfing your shaft in yet another wave of warm, wet tightness. For an uncountable time longer you float together, making slow love in zero gravity, kissing and thrusting and feeling with Twilight until the eventual end.

Another steady push into her, your hands kneading her heavenly breasts, and you feel your pressure return to you in full force, accompanied by a loving clench from Twilight.

"You ready, Twi?" In, and out. In, and out.

"Yes... Please, yes..."

You pick up your pace, thrusting into her with renewed energy, the muscles in your arms working hard to push Twilight in and out of you at an increased pace. The pressure builds, her wetness tightens and squeezes around your shaft, milking it desperately. Faster and faster, your moans joining Twi's as feral strength and instinct take over, your mind consumed by the pleasure shared between you and her. It surges within you, a tidal wave just seconds away from release, faster and faster as you pound into Twilight Sparkle, in and out, as much as you can manage in the microgravity until your climax.

Just keep it together... Five more thrusts...

Twilight cries and moans into the air, arching her breasts into your chest, begging for release.

Four more thrusts...

Your toes curl in pleasure, legs clenching and contracting as you attempt to hold back orgasm.

Three...

Your sweat-slick skin slides over Twilight's body with every motion, her delicate nipples grazing your chest maddeningly.

Two...

You thrust deep, deeper than you've gone before, intent on experiencing as much of Twilight's pleasure as she can offer; a burning hot wetness that caresses and strokes every inch of your shaft.

One...

Oh, Celestia!

Twilight half gasps, half screams with your dual orgasm. You convulse inside of her, pulsing streams of hot seed within her, pounding and thrusting and riding the waves of bliss with her for as long as you can, feeling yourself and Twilight melt into oblivion together. Again and again you rock into her, magic and pleasure exploding outwards from your core, white-blue light mixing with Twilight's purple-red outburst to wrap you both in a cocoon of pure rapture.

The pleasure borders on pain, but you carry on with Twilight, both of you determined to stay afloat for as long as physically possible.

But it can't last forever, and with one final pulse you slow to a stop, brining your lips to Twilight's in a closing kiss, your bodies turning to goo at each others' touch.

"Mm..." Twilight mumbles your name and draws away from you. Her eyes open, and you gasp slightly at the white glow that shines from them, burning forth from them like miniature, white-hot suns.

"Uh, Twi?"

"Hmm?" She blinks, and the light dissipates second by second, fading to a purple glow that soon reels back in to her normal deep violet lustre.

"Your eyes just went all shiny for a second. Magic stuff?"

Twilight nods, hair whipping up and down in gentle sine waves. "Sometimes I even have trouble controlling my own magical power." She gives a bashful look. "Sorry... I didn't know I-"

"Twi," you interrupt, bringing your hand to rest on her cheek. "You don't need to a apologise for anything. You were amazing."

"I was?"

"Perfect," you reply, stroking aside the strands of hair still obscuring Twilight's face.

Twi doesn't say anything, instead choosing to smile uncontrollably and draw you into her. She hugs in tightly against you again, your private world of warmth and floating bliss reforming around the two of you. Time passes, maybe several minutes, as you allow yourself to drift into dreams with her, the last thought in your sleepy, post-coital mind being to hold Twilight Sparkle close, to keep her safely with you.

She snuggles up against you in return, tucking her legs up into you and squeezing up on her still-expanded breasts. Her breathing and heartbeats slow to a gentle crawl, your own breathes slowing to match. Your eyes close, and you allow yourself to sink into blackness with Twilight.

You wake up slowly. Twilight is still nestled up to you, her arms wrapped around your back. Your right arm is similarly wrapped around her, though the rest of your limbs float neutral, fully outstretched. A result of blood pressure, you think to yourself sleepily, like air in a balloon forcing it to straighten.

Your mind snaps back to more practical thoughts, however, with a gentle stirring from Twilight. You're both still floating in the nude, having barely moved from your original position above Twi's bed. You crane your head back, looking up at the window to try and get an estimation of the time. Amber light streams into the room from the barely visible horizon, casting shadows on the outside ground above. Evening.

"Crap..." you mutter under your breath. A murmur of panic sets in at the corners of your mind. Had Spike been back already? Had he seen you and Twi like this?

You bend over and twist yourself around to face the large main room. The note Twilight left on the ground before the door is still there, undisturbed. So Spike most likely hadn't been back, thank Celestia. Still, it was best to not take any more chances. Half-regretfully, you cup her face in your hand, stroking her cheek with your thumb.

"Hey, Twi? Twilight?"

"Mm?" She stirs, eyelids flickering lightly before opening fully. Her eyes flit quickly from side to side, taking stock of the surroundings, before focusing on you.

"Hey," Twilight smiles warmly up at you.

"Hey, Twi," you smile back. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks. We... I enjoyed it."

"Me too, Twi. You were amazing."

You expect her to smile at your compliment, but instead she frowns, glancing down and away from you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I don't know..." She furrows her brow, choosing her next words carefully. "Was it right?"

"'Right'?" you ask, worry gnawing at your gut.

"Don't most people normally date before... This? I mean, you helped me with this spell, then we bumped into each other, and you said all those things, and you asked if I was okay with all of this, and I said 'yes' and then we did all that, but..."

"Twi, if you're not... We don't have to..." You stumble over your words, thinking of something right to say, even as you try to guess at the point Twilight might be trying to make so suddenly and unexpectedly. "Look, Twi, if you want to act like this never happened, then that's fine. We can still be friends."

"No, it's not that. I just... don't know what this is. Everything I said earlier was true. You're someone who I can rely on and talk to and who appreciates and helps me, and I don't know what I'd do without you, but I don't know where to go next... or even if this is anything is going anywhere," Twilight blurts out. You realise that she's again pouring her heart out to you in the wake of your intimate time together. As erudite as Twilight is, here she's confused and... afraid. Afraid that this might just be a one-off thing. A single sexual romp that either ends here or in heartbreak.

"Well, where do you want 'this' to go?" you ask calmly, trying not to mount any pressure on her.

"I don't know! There aren't any books for things like this, and I'm afraid that if I say one thing you might say something else and- and-"

"Twilight," you cut her off, hoping to stop any tears from falling from Twilight's now glistening eyes. Could people even cry in zero gravity? "How about we just take this one step at a time, okay?" She nods, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay, you said most people usually date before this, so... Why don't we go out somewhere? Tonight?"

"A date? You mean... like, to a restaurant or movie?" she asks, looking up at you again. The eager questions inside her thankfully push aside the fear and confusion from a minute before, her mind now focusing on the current problem. "But where would we go? What movie would we see? I've only ever been to the movies with my other friends, is it different? What would we eat at a restaurant? Where would we go? Would we need reservations? What time would we go? What would I wear? How-"

You raise your forefinger to Twilight's lips, shushing her so that you can think to get a word in edgeways. "Hmm," you ponder, before looking over Twilight's shoulder to the large, cylindrical contraption behind her. "How about stargazing? I know a great place outside town where we could set up a telescope."

"That sounds nice," Twilight smiles at you.

"Great! We can go when Spike gets back."

"Spike!" Twilight gasps. "He-"

"-Hasn't come back yet," you assure her.

"Oh, good," she breathes a sigh of relief with her words, which turns into a sniff if the air, then a grimace. "We should probably both shower before he gets back."

You sniff too, your nose suddenly all too aware of the smell of dried sweat in the air. "That would be best." You take a look around you. "So... How do we get down?"

"Oh, that's easy! Just give me a second, and... There!" Twilight's hands flare to magical life, and a white glow rapidly expands to blinding, forcing you to close your eyes against the sudden glare. Then, weight returns to you. After hours in zero gravity, it feels like... well, like weights strapped to your body, compressing and pushing down on you, driving you downward. Gravity restored, the two of you quickly plummet to the ground. Twilight lands on her bed, springs squeaking and mattress under the sudden force. You're not so lucky, falling past the bed to land beside it, on the hard wooden floor. The very hard wooden floor. Pain shoots up your back, wind forced out from your lungs by a hollow hammer that vibrates in your chest horribly.

"Ow," you mange to gasp out a second after the impact, still struggling for air.

"Are you okay?!" Twilight asks, leaning over the bed with a concerned look on her face.

"Mmh..." You waggle at your hands and feet, and are relieved to see that you still have full control of them. "Aside from the near-crippling pain, perfect! Just perfect..."

"Well, good!" she beams down at you. "Then stop laying around and let's shower! We've got a date to go on!"

Author's Note

Did you know that in this entire fanfic, the words "penis", "vagina", "organ", "rod", "ass", "boobs" and "tits" aren't mentioned once? I know, crazy, right?
I'll be the first to admit that this thing isn't written perfectly, but I'm pretty proud of the above accomplishment. I mean, ever since I read an article about how those words can be a cliché and a turn-off... I've pretty much seen them as a cliché and a turn-off. I'm weird like that.

Anyway, enjoy it, critique it, fap/clop to it, whatever. I'll personally be flattered if you do any of those things.

I might get around to writing a Pinkie Pie fic too, but not in the foreseeable future, and not featuring zero-gravity. Even if this world does desperately need more zero-g porn and erotica.

Also, please note that any criticism towards the plot, or lack thereof, should be redirected to Mark Twain, who will most likely reply with his well-known quote:

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.

...Or at least, he would, if he weren't dead.

Oh, and expect a bonus chapter to this fic soon!