Power

After the incident at Sweet Apple Acres, Twilight invited me to stay with her. I did feel a bit vulnerable, even with Terry Crews watching over me, so I agreed. When I entered, the first thing I noticed was that Spike wasn’t there. I decided to question Twilight about that. “Hey, where’s Spike?” I ask.

“Oh, he got called away on official Canterlot business.” Twilight replied, before giving me a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry about Applejack, Robin.” She told me. “It must be really difficult for you, right now.”

I shrug. ”It’s not that bad. After all, Terry Crews came to save me.”

She smiles at me. ”Well, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

I smile at her, and she turns around to work at a desk for a bit. I notice she has some sort of liquid dripping down her leg. For a moment, I panic, but as I observe Twilight, I notice that she seems relatively calm, and not focused on me. She might have herself under control, but I think it might be a good idea to make sure she’s not gonna do anything.

”Uh, Twilight?” I ask. “Is your condition gonna be a problem?”

She looks up at me. “Huh?” She asks, following my gaze, before blushing. ”Oh. Of course not. I’ve taken precautions to make sure that I don’t do anything rash.”

”Precautions?” I ask.

”I’m talking about spells.” Twilight explains. “There’s a barrier spell on the door to the guest room. I put it there myself. Because you’ll always be alone.”

I blink. ”What did you say? That last part?”

She looks at me with a confused expression. ”I said ‘Because I know you’d like to be alone.’”

”Ohhh...kaaay…” I say, before dropping the subject. “What about when I’m walking around?” I ask.

”I have a tranquility spell for that.” She says with a smile. “I’m on one right now, actually.”

“Tranquility spell? Does that, like, keep you calm?” I ask, attempting to confirm my thoughts on the subject.

“Mmm-hmm.” Twilight confirms, as she almost seems to ignore me, going back to her work.

I felt satisfied that I was safe from a sex-crazed mare for a moment, and began to look around the library. At some point, I get a whiff of my own B.O., and wrinkle my face in disgust. I take my body wash I brought with me, and ask Twilight if I can use her shower. She agrees, and I bathe myself. The rest of my day was spent reading books. Nothing special, just random tidbits of knowledge.

***

Night fell on Ponyville, and I yawned, expressing my fatigue. Going to the guest room, I opened the door. I scanned the room to ensure that I was alone, and as soon as I was sure, I stripped, and got into bed. I closed my eyes, and readied myself for a good night’s sleep.

***

I shudder in pleasure as I awaken, feeling something warm but smooth in texture and silky soft around my cock. I look down, and saw a large lump taking up the lower half of the bed under my blanket. Lifting up the blanket, I’m shocked to find Twilight giving me a blowjob, though I suppose I shouldn’t be. I reach down to shove Twilight off of me, but she uses her magic to pin my wrists to the bed, and tie them to the bedposts. “What the hell, Twilight? What happened to ‘I’ve taken precautions!?’”

Twilight grins up at me, as her magic aura encompasses my cock. “Sorry, Robin.” She apologizes shamelessly. ”I couldn’t help myself. I’m just soo~o in the mood, I had to have a male. I lowered the barrier so that we could be together. Isn’t that wonderful?”

As I begin to protest, Twilight returns her attention to my cock, cutting off my thoughts. With one powerful slurp, Twilight coaxed a small jet of pre out of my prick, which Twilight is only too happy to drink down, moaning at the first taste of my seed; this in turn sends wonderful vibrations along my length, coaxing even more pre into Twilight's hungry muzzle.

I don’t want this. I’m not a clopper. Somehow, she managed to give me a boner harder than steel. I think this is disgusting, and I don’t want this to continue. But that doesn’t matter to Twilight, right now. She almost brings me to climax, but she must sense this, as she suddenly stops. Wordlessly, with a sultry smile, she gets ready to mount me, her cunt resting over my cockhead. She takes in a deep breath. ”Mmm...you smell like power.” She tells me in a seductive tone.

”THERE’S A REASON FOR THAT!” Shouts the disembodied voice of Terry Crews.

A book fell on top of me, knocking the wind out of my lungs for a second. The book opened up, and Terry Crews’ fist pops out from the pages, holding a can of old spice body spray. The fist collides with Twilight in an instant, sending her flying through the guest room’s door. A hole appeared in the door in the exact shape of Twilight Sparkle.

Curious, I pick up the book to look at it, and am rewarded by seeing the face of Terry Crews on the open page. He shouts up at me. ”OLD SPICE IS SO POWERFUL, IT MAKES YOU SMELL LIKE POWERRRRRRRRRRR!” Terry carries the note so loudly, and with so much power, the Golden Oaks library rumbles. The vibrations are so great throughout the land, that the tree explodes in a shower of splinters and books.

I’d say today was a pretty good day.