Snatching Defeat from the Jaws of Victory

It was a balmy summer Saturday which many of the ponies in Ponyville were eagerly taking advantage of. Rainbows cascaded through the perfect blue sky despite the lack of rain. Daisies that grew beside the pathways spread their petals around their beaming smiling faces like rays of the purest white light. The foals gathered in a grassy field on the outskirts of town. With their bippin' and boppin' they had obviously forgotten the true meaning of jazz music; never the less they continued to enjoy themselves.

Not every pony was out enjoying the day. On those Saturdays when foals would go out in play, Twilight was up in her room reading books where she lay. She used her telekinesis to open the large double latched book swinging the cover open with a CLICK, CLICK, BOOM. This was a special book that was only available to adults and shut-in librarians. The book was titled “Fifty shades of lightly colored black”. It was a fitting title matching the bland characters, the bland settings, and the bland sex they all seemed to enjoy so much. It was the sort of book that Twilight could really sink her teeth into.

She had dispatched her dragon roommate on a nearly impossible list of chores making sure that she would be alone all afternoon. Twilight had promised Spike a manly mustache made of the finest white hair grown in the private regions of a certain special somepony; but she would not make good on her end of the deal. She never had and today did not seem like a good day to start. Instead, she wrote at the very bottom of the list, “I need feminism because I am a pussy wiped beta male”. She knew he would read it aloud because his brain was too small for an internal monologue.

There was a long silver toy in her bed side table next to her autographed copy of “Daring Do and The Mysterious Hotdog in the Hallway”. The cover was illustrated in the common jungle theme. Daring Do was in the middle surrounded by vines and bushes that covered her rear as she bent down with her front legs to listen to the ground with a bored unsatisfied look on her face. It was a real bed soaker. Twilight had applied many layers of iridescent film on her silver toy to that book.

The toy was a gift from Princes Celestia that was given to her during a magical slumber party. The princess told her it was a scroll case but it's obvious phallic shape made it useful for other things. Besides who would want to keep scrolls in a giant metal penis anyway. On top of that, Twilight didn't really care what the device's intended purpose was. She was a strong and independent woman; ain't no man gunna tell her what she can and can't shove into her vagina.

She retrieved the silver toy clumsily knocking it against the edge of the bedside table. Flakes of film came off of the toy and landed in a steadily growing pile of loneliness at the bottom of the drawer. She placed the toy next to the book and flipped the well thumbed pages to where her book mark lay.

Twilight began reading aloud for her brain was not much larger than Spike's, “Chapter 5: 20% more back or white than the last chapter (I forgot which way we were going)

There was a guy walking down the street. He was kind of bland. He wore a tie and a coat and some pants. He worked a desk job at some sort of business pushing papers and crunching numbers. I mean to describe how bland this guy was with out using the name Nicolas Cage would be almost impossible.”

Twilight's face became flushed and hot as illicit images of a naked Nick Cage ran untamed through her mind. She levitated the silver toy over to her mouth and caressed the rounded end with her toung. The wet film moistened into a tacky syrup filling the room with wondrous rare scents found in only two places through out the world; her bedroom and whaling ships.

She redirected her attention to the book. Knowing that the action will becoming a bit later on in the chapter, she skipped a few of the paragraphs and continued reading, “And there was some problems with the cake. Nickolas Cage had told what's her name that he wasn't feeling well after the rotisserie chicken he ate and wanted to save the cake for later. Whats her face asked if he wanted it. He said he did. Some sort of fight broke out.

Is anyone even reading this anymore. I remember when books...”

Twilight had stopped reading. She had all the imagery she would need for playing. Rolling onto her back she spread her wings to help keep her stationary. Gently she rubbed the moistened tip on the sides of her neck. Sliding it down her chest in a zigzag pattern she opened her hind legs unleashing another fleet of whaling ships into the room.

She turned her head side to side as her mood intensified. As the toy made it's way to her belly she said, “Oh, Nicolas Cage! You want some of my cake?”

“I want it.” the voice of Nicolas Cage entered her mind.

“MmmmMMMmm. Just stick the tip in and see if it the cake is ready”, Twilight said to Nicolas Cage.

She circled her hardened clit with the toy sending shivers down her spine. Slowly she spread the lips as the toy found it's home in her most sensitive virgin area. With a deep strong thrust Nicolas Cage pushed himself all the way into her. Twilight was not as wet as she had thought and what little moisture there was quickly mixed with the iridescent film on the toy creating the sticky syrup. The toy stuck to the walls of her vagina, rubbing, pulling, stretching and tearing as it went all the way to the back.

“Nicolas Cage!”, Twilight shouted at him slightly abashed by his forceful methods, “You always do this to me. You need to start off slower. That is why I can't trust men.”

“I WANT THAT CAKE!”, Nicolas Cage shouted back at her and thrust again.

They made passionate love. Nicolas Cage's hard pushes shoved his manhood deep inside her. Every time his penis would slam home against her insides a sound of rattling scrolls in the case poured from between her legs. Twilight, now lubricating herself with a mixture of blood and love juice, pushed her hips up as he trust in.

Feeling his climax come on, Twilight tilted her head over and bit her pillow. Her over played moans were muffled by the bedding as she faked her orgasm. Men had never satisfied her and it was no surprise that Nicolas Cage was no different. The thrusting had stopped indicating that he was done with her and was probably off to go brag about it.

“The things I do for you men”, Twilight said shaking her head.

Returning the toy to it's rightful place she shut the book and re-latched the cover. She took a moment to reflect on the book and what she had read. It was one of her favorite chapters and she had lost count of how many times she had read it. Every time was like the first time.

She placed the book back on the top shelf of the “ADULTS ONLY” section. Laying a single hoof on the spine of the book she looked down and closed her eyes to remember the dream that was Nicolas Cage one last time.

With a deep sigh she said, “Nicolas Cage, where ever you are, I would give you my virginity.”

Just then the green and purple dragon busted through the front door. His stubby inferior arms were filled with only some of the things Twilight had told him to buy for her. Judging from how much he was panting it would seem like he came from a long ways away; but Twilight knew him for the man he was and assumed that he was only across the road from the library.

“Twilight! I got an urgent scroll from...”, Spike trailed off sniffing the air with a puzzled look on his face, “Twilight, have you been fishing in here?”

“Oh no Spike! I just had a man over is all. He wasn't very clean”, Twilight said chuckling.

Spike looked at her with a doubtful expression, “Anyway... I have an urgent scroll from the Princess. We need to go to Canterlot now!”

“Great! I'll grab my stuff”, Twilight said excitedly.

“There is no time! Your scroll case is enough”, He said toning his voice down to a mumble, “You never know when you will bump into Nicolas Cage.”