Twilight Sparkle Eats a Peach: the Seriesby RinnaulChaptersTwilight Is a Peach, Unfortunately (Dark, Mature for gore)Twilight Shares a Peach, Fondly (Sad, Everyone)Twilight Eats a Peach, Sensually (Romance, Mature for sexuality)Twilight Is a Peach, Unfortunately (Dark, Mature for gore)Arcane energy filled Twilight’s laboratory, the crackle of spell energy joining the hum of her equipment to form a constant ambience of mad science in the basement room. She stood in the middle of a large circle on the floor, engraved painstakingly with runes throughout, and gathered energy in her horn, preparing to release the spell that would finally prove her friends – no, her doubters – wrong. One she saw the world from that untouchable viewpoint, once she could see and understand everything as only a perfect organism could, then their objections would fall away, their complaints would be silenced, their fears pushed aside as they saw her genius for what it was! Saw the truth! They said she had an “obsession”. The foals. It was no obsession. What she had was a vision, and the will to bring it about. And now, in the final moments before the spell’s release, she savored the realization that it would all come to pass. That nothing could stop it now. That she was right. White light surged from her eyes and spiraled outward from her horn, striking and blending with the arcane diagram surrounding her, then surging inwards around her body. She felt it lift her, suspending her in the air with its sheer power, and the shuddered as the changes began to occur. Half an hour later, she was reconsidering her ideas about peaches being the ultimate life form. She was definitely wondering why she thought it was a good idea to become one. It wasn’t as though it were painful or anything. She didn’t think she could even feel pain this way. She was still aware of her surroundings, and her intellect didn’t seem impaired – decisions to transform herself into a fruit notwithstanding. Seriously, where had that idea even come from? Maybe... Maybe she should take Pinkie and Rarity up on that offer to introduce her to their therapist. If the doctor was good enough to handle those two extremes, that had to be seen as solid praise. Twilight would have shaken her head to clear her thoughts, but at the moment, she didn’t have one. Well, she would probably be stuck here lying on the floor of the lab for a few more hours until the spell wore off, so she might as well catalogue how, precisely, it feels to be a peach. Well, first was the lack of magic. That she had noticed right away – the first thing that came to her once she realized she wasn’t achieving enlightenment as part of some fruit-based higher order. She’d tried to cast the counterspell only to realize that she no longer had a horn with which to focus her magic. That still left the more mundane senses, however. First, she could actually see and hear clearly, though she had absolutely no idea how. Magic, apparently. She also retained a sense of touch, which hadn’t surprised her, but probably should have. It was oddly muted, however. While she could feel that she was sitting on the floor, and identify that it was wooden, there was never discomfort from remaining in the same position. Similarly, she could feel, vaguely, the ambient temperature of the room, but somehow suspected that were she near a fire, the heat wouldn’t bother her. It was as though there was simply an upper limit on what a peach could experience. Twilight briefly considered what else could constitute “experiencing being a peach”, and quickly concluded that she’d pretty well covered all her bases already. Well, there was the strange fact that she was apparently smelling and tasting herself constantly – the scent and taste of peaches was all-encompassing, which normally she would have considered quite the blessing if not for the fact that, like any scent or taste, you eventually grew accustomed to it and ceased to even notice. Which left her with... lying on the floor, apparently. It wasn’t as if anything else could really happen. The door at the top of her stairs creaked open. “Twilight?” Spike called out, cautiously. Oh, buck. This could go bad very quickly. Okay, stay calm. Spike hates the basement. He says it smells funny and the restraints on the table make him nervous. Maybe he won’t even come down here. “Twilight, we’re all really worried about you.” The sound of his footsteps began making its way down the stairs. Right. He’s coming down here. Okay, maybe I can work with this. I just need to get his attention. A little magical display should... oh, right, no horn. Kind of obvious there, Twilight. “Rarity and Pinkie think you should talk to this doctor they visit. They said it would help you get over this fixation.” IT IS NOT A- Okay, yeah, I’m currently a peach. It’s probably a fixation. Right, need to catch his attention. Spike! SPIKE! SPIII... Oh yeah. No mouth, lungs, or vocal chords. Maybe he’ll overlook me. “Twilight?” The little dragon stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around. “Huh. Wonder where she went.” Just stay there. Just stay there and ignore the delicious peach on the ground. That’s an idea. Maybe he won’t eat something he finds on the ground. Twilight considered her own thoughts for a moment. Oh Celestia I am screwed. “Weird.” Spike finished his brief exploration of the library’s basement at the edge of Twilight’s ritual circle. “Wonder what this was for? Probably trying to make a bunch of clone peaches or something.” He bent down and snatched up the lone peach sitting in the middle of the circle. Oh no... Spike... “Well, Twilight.” Spike, it’s me! “One less peach for you.” SPIKE! Spike tossed the peach into his mouth, and immediately Twilight regretted ever convincing the young dragon to chew his food properly. Again, her senses were dulled and she felt no actual pain, but that didn’t make the sensation of her body being torn apart any less alarming. No less disturbing was the fact that she was still conscious. She wasn’t certain if it was a side effect of the spell, or simply the fact that she was currently a fruit, but regardless of the source, she seemed to be in this for the duration. As she progressed further, she realized it was growing warmer – much warmer. She’d always idly wondered how a dragon could possibly eat anything it cared to, and now it seemed she’d found her answer. Going by the heat rising alongside the acidity, it seemed a dragon’s stomach was as much an organic furnace as anything else. She wondered how much longer her awareness would last. Fortunately, it wasn’t long enough for her to ponder the answer. ****** A few hours later, Spike had given up the search for Twilight and made his way to Sweet Apple Acres, and the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse. “Ya’ll ever get Twilight off of that peach kick?” Applebloom asked as she measured out a length of rope for whatever contraption was supposed to help them earn their cutie marks this time. Spike shrugged. “I guess so. She locked herself in the basement for a while, cackling about ‘showing everypony the truth’, but when I went down to talk to her she was gone.” “Is she going crazy again?” Scootaloo asked, and then sighed at Spike’s nod. “How bad is it this time?” “Well, probably going crazy. And not a huge one.” He tilted a hand back and forth indifferently. “Maybe ‘every other Tuesday’ levels of- ooh.” Spike winced and clutched his stomach. Sweetie Belle sat up from the pile of crayons and glue she had somehow wound up under. “Something wrong, Spike?” “I dunno. Been feeling kind of funny ever since I ate the last peach Twilight left in the basement. Ugh.” He dropped down to sit on the floor. “And now it hurts.” “Maybe she used it in an experiment?” Sweetie offered. “Or booby-trapped it, since it was her last one and all?” Applebloom added. “I dunno, girls – oh man, ow – neither of those really sound like Twilight.” “Maybe it was–” Scootaloo didn’t get to finish her thought, as that was the precise moment Twilight’s transformation spell ran out, and her compressed mass suddenly regained its former volume. Unfortunately, that mass was currently inside a young dragon less than a third its size. With a strangled sound, Spike suddenly collapsed backward, blood flowing from his mouth as his stomach suddenly ballooned to triple its usual size. The three fillies were too shocked to move for a moment, but soon rushed in to help their dragon friend in any way they could. Their efforts accomplished nothing, however, as it was not long before the spell finished collapsing, and the mass within Spike became too much for his body to contain and his abdomen ruptured, spraying all three fillies – and a majority of the tree house – with blood and, bizarrely, peach juice. What was left of Spike was lying in a pile of his own organs and the mangled remains of what would later be identified as Twilight Sparkle. The screams from the three fillies drew Applejack’s attention, and while they were quickly taken from the scene, it was several hours before Sweetie Belle could stop screaming. The clubhouse was torn down and burned after the funeral for both Twilight and Spike, though how the accident occurred nopony could precisely say. The best guess anyone had was that Twilight attempted some sort of teleportation spell that accidentally placed her inside her target rather than near him. As for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, they lost a friend, but gained years of therapy and night terrors to bond over. Author's Note CUTIE MARK CRUSADER TRAUMATIC MEMORY REPRESSERS, YAY Twilight Shares a Peach, Fondly (Sad, Everyone)Author's Note While this is E-rated, it technically follows Chapter One, “Eats a Peach Sensually”. The only part that relies on the first chapter, however, is the peach theme. While writing this, my media player randomly selected "Melodies of Life" from Final Fantasy IX. It quickly became the background music for the entire chapter. Twilight Shares a Peach, Fondly (Sad, Everyone) Rarity blinked the sleep from her eyes as she stirred awake in the bed, gradually becoming aware of the presence of another in her room. She turned her head just enough to make out a tall, dark figure at her bedside, framed by what seemed to be a long, flowing mane. She sent a weak flow of magic to her bedside table in search of her glasses. “...Princess Luna?” Twilight looked up with a start, then smiled and returned the knife she had been using to prepare a small meal for them to the tray. Rarity felt her magic being gently brushed aside by a much more powerful force as her glasses made their way to her, floating to her eyes in a magenta glow. “Sorry, Rarity, it’s just me,” Twilight replied as she leaned down to nuzzle her old friend’s cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. I always forget how tall you’ve gotten.” The old mare pushed herself up slightly in the bed. “But if you’re here, does that mean..?” Twilight nodded. “Spike’s here as well. I found him sulking in the mountains of Neighpon. He thought I’d quit writing because I’d forgotten about him. I’m still not certain he believes that our magic grew out of sync after so much time apart, but he came regardless once I told him about you.” “Oh, the poor little darling. He’s just as sensitive as ever, isn’t he?” “That he is.” Twilight smiled and looked out the window at the dragon in the courtyard below. “Hardly little any more, though. We’ve switched places since we were young. I rode him back.” “He’ll always be Little Spikey-Wikey to me,” Rarity said with a chuckle. “Still, I must say, I was beginning to fear you wouldn’t make it back before... well, before.” Twilight shook her head and gently placed a hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. “I’d have found a way. I know Celestia may not be one for goodbyes, but I couldn’t let another friend go without a proper farewell.” “I hoped not.” Rarity looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’ve actually been wondering about what she said to me, when she visited.” “‘Until we meet again, my little pony’? She is fond of that one.” Twilight smiled at Rarity’s questioning glance. “She said the same thing to Applejack and Fluttershy. I imagine Rainbow would have heard the same, if there had been time. But it is a nice thought. I like to think she’s right in saying it.” “So it’s just you and Pinkie, then.” Rarity sighed and looked out the window. “How do you handle it, darling? It’s something I’ve worried about ever since you earned those wings. That one day the rest of us would be gone and you’d find yourself alone. And don’t think I don’t appreciate you – it’s such a joy to have somepony calm and cheerful around when everypony else has already started mourning. I just worry, sometimes, that you put this on for the rest of us when you’re really hurting inside.” Twilight was silent for a minute, seemingly lost in thought. But just before Rarity tried to get her attention again, she spoke once more. “It’s not that it never hurts. Trust me, when I lose you, nopony and nothing could ever replace you. I’ll miss you just like I miss the other girls, just like Shining Armor, my parents, McIntosh, the Cakes...” She paused a moment. “But I’ve learned that none of them have to leave a hole in my heart. Instead, I can fill that place with memories, and remember all the good times we had. I keep them with me that way.” Twilight’s eyes were drawn to the tray of fruit she’d been preparing, and she giggled. “Peach?” she offered, floating a slice towards Rarity. “Sorry, darling, but I’m not terribly hungry at the moment.” Twilight nodded and returned the slice to its place. “That’s alright. It’s just that we’d been talking about memories, and I recalled having you over for breakfast one morning, when you put me off of peaches for a few weeks.” “I did?” Rarity closed her eyes and brought a hoof to her chin, focusing on recalling the incident for a moment. Finally, her eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I do remember that! I’d offer a repeat performance, but I think the effect would be lost coming from a wrinkled old mare like myself.” “Nonsense. Most mares can only wish to age as gracefully as you have, and your real beauty has always been an inner one, anyway.” “You’re too kind, darling,” Rarity said, but she smiled and settled back into her pillow. “Very well, I’ll have half of one, just for you, and no more. A lady must watch her figure, after all.” “Of course. I’d expect nothing less.” Twilight smiled and floated the peach half back to her friend as she took another for herself. The two ate in comfortable silence, though Twilight had to hold the peach for Rarity, who could no longer maintain a magical grip long enough. “We should have done this sort of little thing more often,” Rarity said with a sigh after Twilight wiped her mouth for her with a napkin. “Life always seemed so busy, somehow.” “Shh.” Twilight put a hoof softly to Rarity’s lips. “None of that, okay? No regrets, no tears. We’re here now, for as long as we can be, and I’m never going to forget you once that’s done. Nothing else matters.” Her ear flicked and she looked up at the sound of a claw tapping on glass. “And it sounds as though someone finally decided to join us.” Twilight stood and lit her horn, the entire window and most of the section of wall around it cleanly separating from the hospital’s outer walls and floating gently to the ground below. She could put it back later, or easily pay them for the repairs. Even with an opening so large, the purple dragon couldn’t even fit his entire head into the room. “Rarity?” Spike asked as softly as a creature his size could be expected to. “Right here, Spikey-Wikey.” She reached out a hoof weakly to brush the side of his face, letting it drop to the side of her bed after a moment. “I’m so glad you could make it here in time.” “Is it...” Spike swallowed. “Is it really that close?” “I’m afraid so, darling.” She yawned as Twilight tucked her foreleg back into the bed. “I’m so tired lately, but I’ve enjoyed my visitors so much. Though there weren’t any I was looking forward to as much as yours.” “I think I’ll give you two a few minutes,” Twilight said as she stood and took the first steps towards the door. She paused, however, looking back over her shoulder at the dragon seeing his old flame like this. “Of course, darling.” Rarity yawned again. “And thank you so much for the visit. For everything.” “It was the least I could do for a friend,” she said. Until we meet again, my little pony, she added in her head as she slipped out of the room. She took a seat in front of a set of large windows in the hallway, watching towards the sun as it slipped lower in the sky, leaving the afternoon and making its way into evening. She paid no mind to the brief mutterings of “Your Highness” from the ponies who passed her there, and was not giving much thought to the scene outside the window, either. Instead she was watching her own reflection, and the image of tears rolling down her face, despite everything she had told Rarity just a few minutes prior. She closed her eyes to the sight and rested her head against the glass. She wasn’t there long before she heard Spike, the power of his voice easily carrying through the walls as he forgot himself. “Rarity? Rarity! Twilight, help!” Until we meet again, my little pony. Twilight Eats a Peach, Sensually (Romance, Mature for sexuality)She eyes the prize before her – beautiful, succulent, for her and her alone. She lowers her head down, stopping just shy or brushing her lips against the surface, and breathes deeply, savoring the aroma. She does not yet push forward, holding herself back, withstanding the temptation to just dive in and claim it, allowing the experience to linger. Such things are never to be rushed, but enjoyed slowly, delicately, each step building upon the last as it becomes something more than a mere action, but an experience. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she leans back, away from the wonderful gem that still awaits her, away from the soft fur and tender flesh with which her lips had enjoyed only the barest contact. However, there is more to this prize than mere scents and touches, so much more hidden within. Carefully, she presses in with her magic, gradually parting it and spreading it open, a process simply too delicate for the rough touch of hooves. Rather like the prize itself, so soft and inviting, juices dripping as it’s further exposed, preparing it for her, awaiting her touch and what would be sure to follow. “Rarity...” The brush of magic, gentle and personal as it was, could not compare to the real goal, the true climax of this scene. It was not her magic that was meant to experience this, but her lips, her tongue, her body. This was not to be an experience of the mind, but of the senses, each devoted fully to that which she desires. Again, she leans towards the glistening prize, anticipating the first touch of the juices to her tongue, her lips to the flesh. The thought of it – the mere idea, the expectation of the experience – was nearly too much for her. It was so much to resist, now that she was so close. So hard to hold a steady pace and not simply attack it with all her desire! Slowly her tongue reaches out, her eyes closing as she awaits the first taste, the opening notes in what should prove a symphony of sensations. She feels her heart beat as she nears her prize, her own breaths against the flesh carrying its scent back to her, enveloping her in its presence, causing it to become the whole of her experience. She lingers there, a moment, remaining in this position of half-met desire. And for that mere moment, there is nothing else. She sees nothing, smells and tastes nothing but what awaits her. But before too long, before the moment can pass or her wants – her needs – begin to wane, she takes that final step. “Rarity.” Words cannot describe the sensations as she finally brings the prize to her mouth. Her tongue explores the opening, taking in all the succulent flavor of the juices flowing from it. The tender flesh heavenly against it, a wonder unlike any other as her lips press down into it as well. Finally, the time has come for her release, for her to give in to her wants and claim her prize! There would be no more waiting, no more denial, no more lingering half-satisfied! Now was the time for the true pleasure of the act, the pinnacle of the experience, when she finally received that which she desires. In those first moments, it is difficult to say from what her pleasure truly stems – is it the control she exerts as she toys with her prize? Does she revel in the juices dripping down her, the mess a sign of her desires? Or could it truly be so simple, the taste alone, the sensation of it being what drives her? However, the pleasure does not stop with her first touch, and there is time enough for her to seek the answer in the pleasure itself. It has only just begun, and can only grow ever greater from here! Now that there is nothing between them, nothing separating it from her touch, her caress, her love for it, she can immerse herself fully in the sensations! Her eyes remain closed, no need for sight when touch, taste, and scent were all she wants, all she needs to know for the experience to take her in completely. The sensations have become her world, and she knows nothing more than the sweet taste of the juices on her tongue, the flesh against her lips, and the scent in the air, surely by now soaking into her coat, marking her with the scent. But the thought of others smelling it on her, knowing of her pleasures, only added to- “RARITY!” ****** The white unicorn jumped and learned back at the heat in Twilight’s voice. “Whatever is the matter, darling? I was only–” “I know what you were doing. Congratulations. You win. I admit it. You can make anything sound sexy. And for the record, my eyes were shut because I was trying to ignore you.” Twilight groaned and dropped her chin to the table and stared at the half-eaten fruit and its untouched partner on her plate. “So much for breakfast.” Rarity fluttered her eyes in her best innocent expression. “Is something the matter, Twilight?” “Yes. Something is. I don’t think I can even finish this, now. Thanks for that.” Twilight pushed back from the table and dropped out of her chair, stalking out of the room. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back up to my room.” “But you only just came down!” Rarity turned to watch her go, but the flash of light told her Twilight had taken the quick way up. She leaned back in her seat and called upstairs to her friend. “Why would you–?” “BECAUSE REASONS! Now go distract Spike for a while and don’t ask why!” The slam of Twilight’s bedroom door punctuated the command. Rarity blinked at the sudden reaction, then shrugged and turned back to the table, floating Twilight’s plate over to herself. After all, watching one’s diet didn’t count if the food wasn’t yours. Author's Note I'm shamelessly joining a meme. Also I seriously started to run out of things for Rarity to describe there towards the end. Probably shows. And this might not merit Mature, but I decided to play safe with the tone it was taking.
Twilight Is a Peach, Unfortunately (Dark, Mature for gore)Arcane energy filled Twilight’s laboratory, the crackle of spell energy joining the hum of her equipment to form a constant ambience of mad science in the basement room. She stood in the middle of a large circle on the floor, engraved painstakingly with runes throughout, and gathered energy in her horn, preparing to release the spell that would finally prove her friends – no, her doubters – wrong. One she saw the world from that untouchable viewpoint, once she could see and understand everything as only a perfect organism could, then their objections would fall away, their complaints would be silenced, their fears pushed aside as they saw her genius for what it was! Saw the truth! They said she had an “obsession”. The foals. It was no obsession. What she had was a vision, and the will to bring it about. And now, in the final moments before the spell’s release, she savored the realization that it would all come to pass. That nothing could stop it now. That she was right. White light surged from her eyes and spiraled outward from her horn, striking and blending with the arcane diagram surrounding her, then surging inwards around her body. She felt it lift her, suspending her in the air with its sheer power, and the shuddered as the changes began to occur. Half an hour later, she was reconsidering her ideas about peaches being the ultimate life form. She was definitely wondering why she thought it was a good idea to become one. It wasn’t as though it were painful or anything. She didn’t think she could even feel pain this way. She was still aware of her surroundings, and her intellect didn’t seem impaired – decisions to transform herself into a fruit notwithstanding. Seriously, where had that idea even come from? Maybe... Maybe she should take Pinkie and Rarity up on that offer to introduce her to their therapist. If the doctor was good enough to handle those two extremes, that had to be seen as solid praise. Twilight would have shaken her head to clear her thoughts, but at the moment, she didn’t have one. Well, she would probably be stuck here lying on the floor of the lab for a few more hours until the spell wore off, so she might as well catalogue how, precisely, it feels to be a peach. Well, first was the lack of magic. That she had noticed right away – the first thing that came to her once she realized she wasn’t achieving enlightenment as part of some fruit-based higher order. She’d tried to cast the counterspell only to realize that she no longer had a horn with which to focus her magic. That still left the more mundane senses, however. First, she could actually see and hear clearly, though she had absolutely no idea how. Magic, apparently. She also retained a sense of touch, which hadn’t surprised her, but probably should have. It was oddly muted, however. While she could feel that she was sitting on the floor, and identify that it was wooden, there was never discomfort from remaining in the same position. Similarly, she could feel, vaguely, the ambient temperature of the room, but somehow suspected that were she near a fire, the heat wouldn’t bother her. It was as though there was simply an upper limit on what a peach could experience. Twilight briefly considered what else could constitute “experiencing being a peach”, and quickly concluded that she’d pretty well covered all her bases already. Well, there was the strange fact that she was apparently smelling and tasting herself constantly – the scent and taste of peaches was all-encompassing, which normally she would have considered quite the blessing if not for the fact that, like any scent or taste, you eventually grew accustomed to it and ceased to even notice. Which left her with... lying on the floor, apparently. It wasn’t as if anything else could really happen. The door at the top of her stairs creaked open. “Twilight?” Spike called out, cautiously. Oh, buck. This could go bad very quickly. Okay, stay calm. Spike hates the basement. He says it smells funny and the restraints on the table make him nervous. Maybe he won’t even come down here. “Twilight, we’re all really worried about you.” The sound of his footsteps began making its way down the stairs. Right. He’s coming down here. Okay, maybe I can work with this. I just need to get his attention. A little magical display should... oh, right, no horn. Kind of obvious there, Twilight. “Rarity and Pinkie think you should talk to this doctor they visit. They said it would help you get over this fixation.” IT IS NOT A- Okay, yeah, I’m currently a peach. It’s probably a fixation. Right, need to catch his attention. Spike! SPIKE! SPIII... Oh yeah. No mouth, lungs, or vocal chords. Maybe he’ll overlook me. “Twilight?” The little dragon stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around. “Huh. Wonder where she went.” Just stay there. Just stay there and ignore the delicious peach on the ground. That’s an idea. Maybe he won’t eat something he finds on the ground. Twilight considered her own thoughts for a moment. Oh Celestia I am screwed. “Weird.” Spike finished his brief exploration of the library’s basement at the edge of Twilight’s ritual circle. “Wonder what this was for? Probably trying to make a bunch of clone peaches or something.” He bent down and snatched up the lone peach sitting in the middle of the circle. Oh no... Spike... “Well, Twilight.” Spike, it’s me! “One less peach for you.” SPIKE! Spike tossed the peach into his mouth, and immediately Twilight regretted ever convincing the young dragon to chew his food properly. Again, her senses were dulled and she felt no actual pain, but that didn’t make the sensation of her body being torn apart any less alarming. No less disturbing was the fact that she was still conscious. She wasn’t certain if it was a side effect of the spell, or simply the fact that she was currently a fruit, but regardless of the source, she seemed to be in this for the duration. As she progressed further, she realized it was growing warmer – much warmer. She’d always idly wondered how a dragon could possibly eat anything it cared to, and now it seemed she’d found her answer. Going by the heat rising alongside the acidity, it seemed a dragon’s stomach was as much an organic furnace as anything else. She wondered how much longer her awareness would last. Fortunately, it wasn’t long enough for her to ponder the answer. ****** A few hours later, Spike had given up the search for Twilight and made his way to Sweet Apple Acres, and the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse. “Ya’ll ever get Twilight off of that peach kick?” Applebloom asked as she measured out a length of rope for whatever contraption was supposed to help them earn their cutie marks this time. Spike shrugged. “I guess so. She locked herself in the basement for a while, cackling about ‘showing everypony the truth’, but when I went down to talk to her she was gone.” “Is she going crazy again?” Scootaloo asked, and then sighed at Spike’s nod. “How bad is it this time?” “Well, probably going crazy. And not a huge one.” He tilted a hand back and forth indifferently. “Maybe ‘every other Tuesday’ levels of- ooh.” Spike winced and clutched his stomach. Sweetie Belle sat up from the pile of crayons and glue she had somehow wound up under. “Something wrong, Spike?” “I dunno. Been feeling kind of funny ever since I ate the last peach Twilight left in the basement. Ugh.” He dropped down to sit on the floor. “And now it hurts.” “Maybe she used it in an experiment?” Sweetie offered. “Or booby-trapped it, since it was her last one and all?” Applebloom added. “I dunno, girls – oh man, ow – neither of those really sound like Twilight.” “Maybe it was–” Scootaloo didn’t get to finish her thought, as that was the precise moment Twilight’s transformation spell ran out, and her compressed mass suddenly regained its former volume. Unfortunately, that mass was currently inside a young dragon less than a third its size. With a strangled sound, Spike suddenly collapsed backward, blood flowing from his mouth as his stomach suddenly ballooned to triple its usual size. The three fillies were too shocked to move for a moment, but soon rushed in to help their dragon friend in any way they could. Their efforts accomplished nothing, however, as it was not long before the spell finished collapsing, and the mass within Spike became too much for his body to contain and his abdomen ruptured, spraying all three fillies – and a majority of the tree house – with blood and, bizarrely, peach juice. What was left of Spike was lying in a pile of his own organs and the mangled remains of what would later be identified as Twilight Sparkle. The screams from the three fillies drew Applejack’s attention, and while they were quickly taken from the scene, it was several hours before Sweetie Belle could stop screaming. The clubhouse was torn down and burned after the funeral for both Twilight and Spike, though how the accident occurred nopony could precisely say. The best guess anyone had was that Twilight attempted some sort of teleportation spell that accidentally placed her inside her target rather than near him. As for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, they lost a friend, but gained years of therapy and night terrors to bond over. Author's Note CUTIE MARK CRUSADER TRAUMATIC MEMORY REPRESSERS, YAY
Twilight Shares a Peach, Fondly (Sad, Everyone)Author's Note While this is E-rated, it technically follows Chapter One, “Eats a Peach Sensually”. The only part that relies on the first chapter, however, is the peach theme. While writing this, my media player randomly selected "Melodies of Life" from Final Fantasy IX. It quickly became the background music for the entire chapter. Twilight Shares a Peach, Fondly (Sad, Everyone) Rarity blinked the sleep from her eyes as she stirred awake in the bed, gradually becoming aware of the presence of another in her room. She turned her head just enough to make out a tall, dark figure at her bedside, framed by what seemed to be a long, flowing mane. She sent a weak flow of magic to her bedside table in search of her glasses. “...Princess Luna?” Twilight looked up with a start, then smiled and returned the knife she had been using to prepare a small meal for them to the tray. Rarity felt her magic being gently brushed aside by a much more powerful force as her glasses made their way to her, floating to her eyes in a magenta glow. “Sorry, Rarity, it’s just me,” Twilight replied as she leaned down to nuzzle her old friend’s cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. I always forget how tall you’ve gotten.” The old mare pushed herself up slightly in the bed. “But if you’re here, does that mean..?” Twilight nodded. “Spike’s here as well. I found him sulking in the mountains of Neighpon. He thought I’d quit writing because I’d forgotten about him. I’m still not certain he believes that our magic grew out of sync after so much time apart, but he came regardless once I told him about you.” “Oh, the poor little darling. He’s just as sensitive as ever, isn’t he?” “That he is.” Twilight smiled and looked out the window at the dragon in the courtyard below. “Hardly little any more, though. We’ve switched places since we were young. I rode him back.” “He’ll always be Little Spikey-Wikey to me,” Rarity said with a chuckle. “Still, I must say, I was beginning to fear you wouldn’t make it back before... well, before.” Twilight shook her head and gently placed a hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. “I’d have found a way. I know Celestia may not be one for goodbyes, but I couldn’t let another friend go without a proper farewell.” “I hoped not.” Rarity looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’ve actually been wondering about what she said to me, when she visited.” “‘Until we meet again, my little pony’? She is fond of that one.” Twilight smiled at Rarity’s questioning glance. “She said the same thing to Applejack and Fluttershy. I imagine Rainbow would have heard the same, if there had been time. But it is a nice thought. I like to think she’s right in saying it.” “So it’s just you and Pinkie, then.” Rarity sighed and looked out the window. “How do you handle it, darling? It’s something I’ve worried about ever since you earned those wings. That one day the rest of us would be gone and you’d find yourself alone. And don’t think I don’t appreciate you – it’s such a joy to have somepony calm and cheerful around when everypony else has already started mourning. I just worry, sometimes, that you put this on for the rest of us when you’re really hurting inside.” Twilight was silent for a minute, seemingly lost in thought. But just before Rarity tried to get her attention again, she spoke once more. “It’s not that it never hurts. Trust me, when I lose you, nopony and nothing could ever replace you. I’ll miss you just like I miss the other girls, just like Shining Armor, my parents, McIntosh, the Cakes...” She paused a moment. “But I’ve learned that none of them have to leave a hole in my heart. Instead, I can fill that place with memories, and remember all the good times we had. I keep them with me that way.” Twilight’s eyes were drawn to the tray of fruit she’d been preparing, and she giggled. “Peach?” she offered, floating a slice towards Rarity. “Sorry, darling, but I’m not terribly hungry at the moment.” Twilight nodded and returned the slice to its place. “That’s alright. It’s just that we’d been talking about memories, and I recalled having you over for breakfast one morning, when you put me off of peaches for a few weeks.” “I did?” Rarity closed her eyes and brought a hoof to her chin, focusing on recalling the incident for a moment. Finally, her eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I do remember that! I’d offer a repeat performance, but I think the effect would be lost coming from a wrinkled old mare like myself.” “Nonsense. Most mares can only wish to age as gracefully as you have, and your real beauty has always been an inner one, anyway.” “You’re too kind, darling,” Rarity said, but she smiled and settled back into her pillow. “Very well, I’ll have half of one, just for you, and no more. A lady must watch her figure, after all.” “Of course. I’d expect nothing less.” Twilight smiled and floated the peach half back to her friend as she took another for herself. The two ate in comfortable silence, though Twilight had to hold the peach for Rarity, who could no longer maintain a magical grip long enough. “We should have done this sort of little thing more often,” Rarity said with a sigh after Twilight wiped her mouth for her with a napkin. “Life always seemed so busy, somehow.” “Shh.” Twilight put a hoof softly to Rarity’s lips. “None of that, okay? No regrets, no tears. We’re here now, for as long as we can be, and I’m never going to forget you once that’s done. Nothing else matters.” Her ear flicked and she looked up at the sound of a claw tapping on glass. “And it sounds as though someone finally decided to join us.” Twilight stood and lit her horn, the entire window and most of the section of wall around it cleanly separating from the hospital’s outer walls and floating gently to the ground below. She could put it back later, or easily pay them for the repairs. Even with an opening so large, the purple dragon couldn’t even fit his entire head into the room. “Rarity?” Spike asked as softly as a creature his size could be expected to. “Right here, Spikey-Wikey.” She reached out a hoof weakly to brush the side of his face, letting it drop to the side of her bed after a moment. “I’m so glad you could make it here in time.” “Is it...” Spike swallowed. “Is it really that close?” “I’m afraid so, darling.” She yawned as Twilight tucked her foreleg back into the bed. “I’m so tired lately, but I’ve enjoyed my visitors so much. Though there weren’t any I was looking forward to as much as yours.” “I think I’ll give you two a few minutes,” Twilight said as she stood and took the first steps towards the door. She paused, however, looking back over her shoulder at the dragon seeing his old flame like this. “Of course, darling.” Rarity yawned again. “And thank you so much for the visit. For everything.” “It was the least I could do for a friend,” she said. Until we meet again, my little pony, she added in her head as she slipped out of the room. She took a seat in front of a set of large windows in the hallway, watching towards the sun as it slipped lower in the sky, leaving the afternoon and making its way into evening. She paid no mind to the brief mutterings of “Your Highness” from the ponies who passed her there, and was not giving much thought to the scene outside the window, either. Instead she was watching her own reflection, and the image of tears rolling down her face, despite everything she had told Rarity just a few minutes prior. She closed her eyes to the sight and rested her head against the glass. She wasn’t there long before she heard Spike, the power of his voice easily carrying through the walls as he forgot himself. “Rarity? Rarity! Twilight, help!” Until we meet again, my little pony.
Twilight Eats a Peach, Sensually (Romance, Mature for sexuality)She eyes the prize before her – beautiful, succulent, for her and her alone. She lowers her head down, stopping just shy or brushing her lips against the surface, and breathes deeply, savoring the aroma. She does not yet push forward, holding herself back, withstanding the temptation to just dive in and claim it, allowing the experience to linger. Such things are never to be rushed, but enjoyed slowly, delicately, each step building upon the last as it becomes something more than a mere action, but an experience. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she leans back, away from the wonderful gem that still awaits her, away from the soft fur and tender flesh with which her lips had enjoyed only the barest contact. However, there is more to this prize than mere scents and touches, so much more hidden within. Carefully, she presses in with her magic, gradually parting it and spreading it open, a process simply too delicate for the rough touch of hooves. Rather like the prize itself, so soft and inviting, juices dripping as it’s further exposed, preparing it for her, awaiting her touch and what would be sure to follow. “Rarity...” The brush of magic, gentle and personal as it was, could not compare to the real goal, the true climax of this scene. It was not her magic that was meant to experience this, but her lips, her tongue, her body. This was not to be an experience of the mind, but of the senses, each devoted fully to that which she desires. Again, she leans towards the glistening prize, anticipating the first touch of the juices to her tongue, her lips to the flesh. The thought of it – the mere idea, the expectation of the experience – was nearly too much for her. It was so much to resist, now that she was so close. So hard to hold a steady pace and not simply attack it with all her desire! Slowly her tongue reaches out, her eyes closing as she awaits the first taste, the opening notes in what should prove a symphony of sensations. She feels her heart beat as she nears her prize, her own breaths against the flesh carrying its scent back to her, enveloping her in its presence, causing it to become the whole of her experience. She lingers there, a moment, remaining in this position of half-met desire. And for that mere moment, there is nothing else. She sees nothing, smells and tastes nothing but what awaits her. But before too long, before the moment can pass or her wants – her needs – begin to wane, she takes that final step. “Rarity.” Words cannot describe the sensations as she finally brings the prize to her mouth. Her tongue explores the opening, taking in all the succulent flavor of the juices flowing from it. The tender flesh heavenly against it, a wonder unlike any other as her lips press down into it as well. Finally, the time has come for her release, for her to give in to her wants and claim her prize! There would be no more waiting, no more denial, no more lingering half-satisfied! Now was the time for the true pleasure of the act, the pinnacle of the experience, when she finally received that which she desires. In those first moments, it is difficult to say from what her pleasure truly stems – is it the control she exerts as she toys with her prize? Does she revel in the juices dripping down her, the mess a sign of her desires? Or could it truly be so simple, the taste alone, the sensation of it being what drives her? However, the pleasure does not stop with her first touch, and there is time enough for her to seek the answer in the pleasure itself. It has only just begun, and can only grow ever greater from here! Now that there is nothing between them, nothing separating it from her touch, her caress, her love for it, she can immerse herself fully in the sensations! Her eyes remain closed, no need for sight when touch, taste, and scent were all she wants, all she needs to know for the experience to take her in completely. The sensations have become her world, and she knows nothing more than the sweet taste of the juices on her tongue, the flesh against her lips, and the scent in the air, surely by now soaking into her coat, marking her with the scent. But the thought of others smelling it on her, knowing of her pleasures, only added to- “RARITY!” ****** The white unicorn jumped and learned back at the heat in Twilight’s voice. “Whatever is the matter, darling? I was only–” “I know what you were doing. Congratulations. You win. I admit it. You can make anything sound sexy. And for the record, my eyes were shut because I was trying to ignore you.” Twilight groaned and dropped her chin to the table and stared at the half-eaten fruit and its untouched partner on her plate. “So much for breakfast.” Rarity fluttered her eyes in her best innocent expression. “Is something the matter, Twilight?” “Yes. Something is. I don’t think I can even finish this, now. Thanks for that.” Twilight pushed back from the table and dropped out of her chair, stalking out of the room. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back up to my room.” “But you only just came down!” Rarity turned to watch her go, but the flash of light told her Twilight had taken the quick way up. She leaned back in her seat and called upstairs to her friend. “Why would you–?” “BECAUSE REASONS! Now go distract Spike for a while and don’t ask why!” The slam of Twilight’s bedroom door punctuated the command. Rarity blinked at the sudden reaction, then shrugged and turned back to the table, floating Twilight’s plate over to herself. After all, watching one’s diet didn’t count if the food wasn’t yours. Author's Note I'm shamelessly joining a meme. Also I seriously started to run out of things for Rarity to describe there towards the end. Probably shows. And this might not merit Mature, but I decided to play safe with the tone it was taking.
