Screaming Twilight Sparkle
Screaming Twilight Sparkle
"Spike," Dash called as she pushed through the door to the library. "Get my spot ready."
The voice that answered her was not Spike's. "Spike isn't here," Twilight said from her place behind a desk. She was examining a book that looked to be larger than she was through a magnifier strapped to her head. She didn't look up from her work.
"Oh," Dash said. "Well where is he?"
"He was entrusted to me under special circumstances," Twilight said. "Those circumstances dictate that for the next three months Spike spend every Friday and Saturday away." Dash wondered if Twilight had really heard her question at all.
"So you're alone?"
"I was alone," Twilight said without looking up. "Your books should be in the YA section like they usually are. You should be able to locate them fine."
"But what about my spot?"
Twilight sighed, looking up, and one of her eyes was magnified to comical proportions by the device strapped to her head. Her horn glowed for only a moment. "There. I prepared you your 'spot'."
Rainbow Dash cocked her head. "From two rooms away? How'd you do that?"
"Magic," Twilight said flatly. "You'll have to get the cocoa yourself. As a general rule, I don't manipulate liquids I can't see if they're above 323K."
"Huh," Was all Dash had to say to her remark.
Twilight turned back to her book. "You know," she said, "if you got a library card you would be able to take them home."
"Library cards are for dweebs," Dash said. "And if I read at home I wouldn't get free cocoa." Twilight scowled. "So what are you reading?" Dash asked, coming closer. The book looked old, but there were also crude pictures.
"An ancient manuscript," Twilight said. "It involves —"
"Woah!" Dash cried as she saw what the images on the pages depicted. "Those two ponies are totally screwing!"
Twilight hastily covered the pages. "That's a depiction of a fertility ritual," she said quickly.
"It's porn!" Dash cried, grinning. "No wonder you didn't want me here!"
"It isn't porn!" Twilight snapped. "It's a thousand year old manuscript!"
"You know Twi, I never figured you'd be a pony for porn, but I guess if it's a thousand years old it kind of makes sense for you —"
"Fertility ritual! It was a fertility ritual!"
"— Don't worry about it, Twi, every pony needs a little release now and then, and you probably don't get any action otherwise —"
"Hey!" Twilight was now blushing. "You don't know that!"
Rainbow Dash's interests were suddenly piqued. "Oh?" she said, wagging her eyebrows. "So in Canterlot there were... boys?"
Twilight looked down. "Well, no..."
Rainbow Dash suddenly became a lot more interested. "Girls?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound hopeful.
At this, Twilight's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Not exactly," she said slowly.
"Then you don't know anything about sex!" Dash cried.
"That isn't true!" Twilight said, tearing the magnifier away.
"It's totally true! It probably bothers you more than the fact that you have nopony to screw! You have all these books and you don't know — Auuuugh!" Dash doubled over as Twilight's horn shone once more.
Twilight's spell was doing something to her. Not just something, It was playing with her, pressing and burning against her insides in a way that made her legs buckle. Dash let out a low, throaty groan from her place on the floor, noting that she hadn't even been aroused seconds before.
The feeling stopped. Dash looked up to see that Twilight had walked around the edge of the desk and was standing in front of her. "I —" she began. "I — I'm so —"
Rainbow Dash had Twilight pinned to the ground under her in less than a second. She looked down at the unicorn hungrily.
Twilight looked up at Dash, terrified. It was then that Dash realized that the mare probably hadn't meant to do what she did. "No?" Dash asked quietly.
Twilight looked down at the tiny space between their bodies, eyes wide. Her breathing came quickly, and she seemed to come to a decision. She looked Dash in the eyes.
"Yes," she whispered.
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Rainbow Dash drifted in and out of a state of lucid wakefulness. She'd open her eyes, miss the dream she'd been having, then close them again and drift back to sleep. The dream was much more satisfying than the prospect of another day pushing clouds, and she reasoned she could afford just a little more sleep. Dash rolled over, and her hind legs got tangled up in Twilight's blanket.
The realization that the covers were Twilight's was enough to shock her into full wakefulness, and Dash sat up and looked around to find herself in the library. More specifically, in Twilight's bed. She looked over and sure enough, there was Twilight Sparkle, sleeping soundly with her back to Rainbow Dash.
That meant that last night was Friday night, Twilight and Dash's scheduled weekly "sleepover" night, the night that Spike did not sleep at the library. It also meant that today was Saturday morning, and Dash had no weather work. Finally, Twilight's presence meant that Dash's dream had been oddly... relevant.
Dash shifted over on the bed to press herself up against Twilight's back, wrapping her hooves around the other mare's chest. Then, she blew a light puff of air into Twilight's ear. "Morning, Twi," she said, doing her best to sound sultry.
Twilight groaned and scrunched closer to Dash. "What time is it?" she asked groggily.
"Dunno," Dash said as she considered her play. The trick was to get Twilight interested. She nuzzled the area just under Twilight's ear, where her cheek met her neck. "But if I'm awake, you definitely ought to be.
Dash felt Twilight's chest move as the mare took a deep breath. "Saturday morning," she said, sounding slightly more awake. "No Spike."
Rainbow Dash pulled her face away from Twilight's, then dragged her teeth across the nape of her partner's neck. "No Spike," she said. "We're all alone."
Twilight sighed. "No one to make me my morning coffee," she said. "You don't know how to use the coffee maker, do you?"
Dash couldn't tell if Twilight was joking or not. Had her voice not been sultry enough? Twilight was bad at getting implications, but "We're all alone" was hardly implicit. "No, Twilight, I don't know how to use the coffeemaker."
"Shame," Twilight said as she wiped her eyes. "I can't get out of bed without my morning coffee."
Dash began to suspect Twilight was playing with her. That setup had been too good. "No need to get out of bed," she said softly into Twilight's ear. "I'm right here."
"Mmm," Twilight murmured. "I dunno, Dash. What can two ponies do together in a bed?"
So Twilight was playing with her. Normally, Dash liked to play Twilight's little games — her reward was always quite... generous. Now, however, Dash had just woken up from a rather exciting dream, the details of which she could not fully remember. Given how wet she was, it had almost certainly been about the mare wrapped in her hooves. The mare she was craving.
"I know!" Twilight said. "How about you give me a massage."
Dash bit her lower lip in anticipation. "A massage?"
"Yes," Twilight said, breaking out of Dash's forelegs and rolling onto her belly. "You wore me out quite a bit last night, Dashie."
Dash looked hungrily at Twilight as she remembered the previous night. She traced the mare's outline with her eyes, from her horn, over her bedraggled mane, down the small of her back and then up her tight little flank, past her tail...
"Okay," Dash said as she felt her wings begin to grow rigid. She moved to stand over Twilight, breathing down onto the other mare's neck their bodies separated by mere inches of space. "Where do you want me to touch you?" she asked throatily.
Twilight spread her forelegs out and stretched beneath Dash, and the pegasus felt sweat beginning to moisten her brow. She swallowed thickly.
"Shoulder's, please," Twilight said suddenly. "I think you may have sprained one when you were holding my forelegs behind my back. Remember?"
Dash gritted her teeth in frustration, tempted just to turn Twilight over and pounce the mare right then. "I remember," she said as the memory sent more than a tingle travelling down into her loins. Her wings were almost completely stiff. Hopefully Twilight wasn't going to keep this up for long. Dash began to rub Twilight's shoulders with her hooves, her movements jerky and erratic.
"Aaaaooooh!" Twilight moaned, and Dash recognized the sound as something not exclusive to massages. "Yes!" She wiggled under Dash. "Right there."
"If you like my massage so much," Dash said, her voice strained. "You ought to..." What did Twilight always call it? "Reciprocate." She was beginning to suspect the direction that Twilight's game was taking.
"Mmm, that doesn't make any sense, Dash. My shoulders were strained when you took me against the kitchen counter. I need this," Twilight said, giving another sinuous stretch.
"Oh, trust me," Dash said through gritted teeth. "I'm in need."
Twilight lifted her head off the pillow and gave Dash a sidelong glance, cocking an eyebrow. "In need of what?"
"You know, Twi. Come on."
Twilight gave her a devious smile before setting her head back down on the pillow and shrugging. "I don't know if I feel like it. Maybe we should just go back to sleep."
Dash pushed herself against Twilight, feeling their bodies connect as she pulled back pulled back Twilight's mane and placed her own mouth in the unicorn's ear. Her burning sex rubbed up against one of Twilight's flanks. "I don't care if you're wearing the collar or not," she growled. "You're my mare, and you're going to get me off. Got it?"
Twilight looked surprised for barely a moment before she licked her lips. "Yes, Rainbow Dash."
Her horn glowed, and for a moment Dash expected the sudden surge of pleasure that came from one of Twilight's better bedroom spells. Her expectations went unmet, however.
Twilight didn't just grab Dash with her magic and roll her over — that was something she could have done with her hooves. Instead, Twilight spun gravity on an axis between them, causing Dash and Twilight to spin until the other mare was on top. The difference between the two spells was that Twilight's method made Dash feel like she was momentarily falling in an arc. If either of them hadn't been fully awake before, they were now.
Twilight used her forelegs to pin Dash to the bed by her stiff wings. Aroused as she was, Dash felt a surge of pleasure where Twilight touched them. Pegasine anatomy was a wonderful thing.
Twilight brought her face close to Rainbow's, and Dash lifted her own muzzle. She was denied a kiss, however, as Twilight breathed lightly against her lips then moved down to Dash's neck.
The tease was not protested. Before, Twilight's reluctance had been frustrating. Now, it didn't build frustration as much as it did anticipation — Dash knew exactly where this was headed. She shuddered as Twilight kissed her throat the way one might press their mouth to an ice cream cone. What did Twilight always call it? Maximizing the eventual payoff.
Twilight slowly drew her horn down the center of Dash's chest, her lips and tongue leading the way. She planted a tiny line of kisses down Dash's belly, and Dash felt her 'anticipation' begin to soak into the bed sheets. Twilight was slowly dragging her mane lightly across Rainbow's chest as she moved downward, and Dash bit her lip and resisted the desire to urge Twilight on. Begging wasn't her style, and it would probably compel Twilight to go even slower.
Dash gave an involuntary shudder as Twilight's hooves were drawn over her wing joints. Twilight murmured against Dash's belly as she continued to move her hooves downward, sliding them lightly along Dash's thighs before she gently pushed them apart, exposing every inch of Dash's glistening folds. Her muzzle lowered.
The feeling of Twilight's tongue sliding along her love was at once relieving and intoxicating. Anticipation vanished to be replaced by a wave of electric pleasure, and Dash's eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Aaaaaah!" she cried softly in a voice that was about an octave to high. Twilight squeezed Dash's hips with her forelegs in response.
Dash let her head fall back onto the pillow and began to pant as Twilight went to work. The mare was predictable, methodical, but still effective. Dash didn't want surprises — she wanted to get off. And Twilight knew exactly how to do just that.
Twilight started with slow, wide strokes of her tongue that set Dash trembling. At the start, it was enough, but as she went on Dash began to crave more.
More was delivered as Twilight quickened her pace and began to go deeper. Dash gave a low and satisfied growl and brought her head up to watch. The sight of Twilight's face buried between her legs with her mane fanned across Dash's belly was enough to release another involuntary cry from Dash's lips. Twilight answered with another squeeze of her hooves, and a flick of her tongue across a very sensitive area.
Dash fought the urge to grind her groin against Twilight's face, but thanks to another expert flick of Twilight's tongue, it was a fight Dash lost. This time the sound that escaped her lips was a low, guttural moan, and she wrapped her hind legs around Twilight's neck as she thrust her mound against her face.
Twilight stopped for only a moment before pulling Rainbow Dash even closer with her forelegs. Dash trembled as she felt the breath escaping Twilight's nostrils. Twilight let out a soft whimper of pleasure as she sucked Dash's nub into her mouth and began to rapidly attack it with her tongue. Dash gave another low moan as she felt a dam of molten pleasure begin to form within her.
"Do it!" she breathed. "C'mon, Twi."
Twilight gave her another squeeze that Dash took as an affirmative before her horn began to glow. Immediately Dash felt that magic deep inside her, feeding more heat to the ball of pleasure that was making her legs shake. "Oooooh," Dash moaned. Twilight quickened her pace, spurred on by the noise.
Dash bit her lip and clutched at the sheets with her forelegs. She felt a thin sheen of sweat begin to coat her body, and knew it wouldn't be long. The combination of Twilight's expertly maneuvered tongue along with the magic burning away inside her was too much for Dash to cope with.
The dam of molten pleasure inside her was going to explode, but Dash held on to it as long as she could. She bit down harder on her lip, whimpering with every exhale as Twilight sent wave after wave of ecstasy through her body. As Dash's legs tightened around Twilight's neck, Twilight pressed her face against Dash's mound roughly and quickened her pace. Every time she slid her tongue across Dash's nub Dash had to force herself to reign in her desire to let go, had to force herself to hold on just a little longer...
Eventually, it became too much, and Dash couldn't help but release the pleasure contained between her legs. "Aaaaaaah!" she screamed as she thrashed about. Twilight didn't let up, and waves of ecstasy traveled through every inch of her body, from the tip of Twilight's tongue to Dash's tingling hooves. Twilight ran her forelegs across Dash's belly and over her chest as it heaved with the volume of Rainbow's gasps.
At last Dash fell back onto the bed, eagerly gulping down air. Every part of her body was tingling in the aftermath of the orgasm. She lifted her head and brushed Twilight's mane out of the way to watch the mare lift her face out from between Dash's legs.
Twilight looked up, her muzzle covered in sweat, saliva, and Rainbow's own juices, and her gaze spoke desire. Dash was no stranger to the look, or to the feeling.
"I don't care if you're not wearing the collar," Twilight said as she placed a foreleg on the bed and propped herself up. "You —" A thin strand of fluid dribbled off her muzzle and across Dash's chest as Twilight brought herself closer. "— Are going —"
Dash threw her hooves around Twilight's neck and brought her own mouth up to meet Twilight's. Their lips sealed around each other's, and Twilight let out a throaty growl as Dash's tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Dash tasted herself mixed with sweat and Twilight's spit as their tongues slid against one another. Twilight pressed her own body up against Dash's.
Finally, Dash broke away, and a string of the semi-viscous fluid connected their tongues for a moment before breaking between them. Dash grinned. "—To reciprocate?" she asked.
"Yeah," Twilight said breathlessly. "I think that's what I was going to say."
Dash wagged an eyebrow. "Have anything you'd like in mind?"
Twilight leaned forward and pulled the tip of Dash's ear into her mouth. She sucked it once before releasing it. "A mind-blowing orgasm, please."
"Hardly a challenge," Dash said.
"I dunno," Twilight said as brushed her mane away from her eyes. "I have a lot of mind to blow."
Dash moved her forelegs up to the back of Twilight head, then bent Twilight forward and ran her tongue along the unicorn's horn. Twilight shuddered and moaned, a soft, high pitched sound that never failed to turn Dash on. "You saying I can't deliver, Sparkle?" She didn't lick Twilight's horn again just yet — Dash was not above taking a little revenge.
Twilight caught on. "I'm saying I want you to," she said.
Dash reached down between Twilight's legs and stroked her love once, surprised at how wet her marefriend was already. This would be easy. "Want me to what?" she asked.
"Want you," Twilight said through gritted teeth. "To make me come."
Dash stroked her again. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Twilight breathed.
Dash took the length of Twilight's horn in her mouth, sucked her cheeks in until they pressed against its length, then slowly drew it out. She was rewarded with another one of Twilight's pitched moans, this time longer.
"I dunno," Dash said. "Do you think you earned it?"
"But you screamed so loud," Twilight pleaded. "Didn't I do good? Wasn't my performance adequate?"
"A plus," Dash said. "I'd say you deserve a treat."
Twilight smiled wickedly, but her lips broke into an 'o' shape as Dash resumed her stroking. It was rather light — Twilight always wanted it slow, at first — but the mare had also gotten no action whatsoever while she was going down on Rainbow Dash. She reasoned that Twilight's love was probably starved for attention. From the wetness already soaking her hoof, and the way Twilight practically shivered at her touch, she reasoned that her reasoning was correct.
Rainbow Dash was not a selfish lover — the only reason her head wasn't buried in Twilight's mound was because she didn't want to lose points for being unoriginal. Still, heavy petting was too middle school. Dash bent Twilight forward and took the horn into her mouth again.
Twilight gave a cry that actually was reminiscent of a middle school filly to indicate that Dash's move was having the right effect. Dash worked the horn with long, slow pulls and lots of pressure from her tongue as she moved her hoof between Twilight's legs. She felt her own arousal beginning to return. Sucking Twilight's slightly-warm horn wasn't all that hot for Dash, but the way the unicorn moaned and shuddered against Dash's body certainly was.
It was fortunate for Dash that Twilight was a unicorn, and one with an unbelievable amount of restraint at that. Rainbow Dash trusted her to have enough control not to break her jaw or stab her with any unexpected movements, which meant that Twilight got all the wonderful benefits of horn-play. Dash didn't know what she would do if Twilight were an earth pony — or if her horn weren't so sensitive. Dash herself was not nearly as enamored with wing-play as Twilight was with having her horn sucked on.
As if sensing her growing arousal, Twilight slid a hoof up Dash's thighs and began to gently caress her sex, eliciting a soft murmur of approval. Dash quickened her own pace, and Twilight's body tightened against her own. Unlike Dash, Twilight always tensed up during sex. It was a good indication of how close she was to climax. Taking a cue from Twilight's style of analysis, Dash noted the way Twilight's eyes were screwed shut, the way her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, and how hard her chest was pressing against Dash's. Twilight was coming along, but there was still a ways to go.
Unfortunately, Dash could only have her mouth in one place at a time. Still, pegasi had their own suite of magic that was geared toward the bedroom.
She flapped her wings once, drawing a tiny amount of static electricity out of the air around her. She converted it into something a little more... friendly than an electric shock, then transferred it to her tongue.
The magic, modeled after the very pleasures Twilight was giving Dash, surged into Twilight via her horn. "Aaaoooh!" Twilight practically shook against Dash, and her grip tightened as her hind legs came up to clamp around Rainbow's busy foreleg. "Give me your wing," she managed breathlessly.
Rainbow Dash did not object, lifting a wing to Twilight's mouth. Twilight took it in edgewise, fully engulfing one of her primaries and stimulating the tender flesh beneath. Dash groaned. Sucking on her wings might not feel as good as sucking on her pleasure center, but it was still getting Dash fired up. Focusing on Twilight was going to be difficult.
As Twilight's moans became more urgent, however, Dash realized she was not going to have to focus on Twilight for very long. The mare quivered as she clutched at Rainbow Dash, and Dash redoubled her efforts, quickening the pace of her strokes and channeling as much energy into her tongue as was safe.
Twilight's rapid exhalations each became a sharp cry, and the mare was squeezing Dash harder and harder with every breath. The cries were rapidly growing in volume in pitch, and Twilight's hoof faltered against Dash's sex. Dash didn't mind — hearing Twilight cry out in ecstasy was just as exciting as being touched.
When Twilight hit her climax, she did what she always did — held on to Dash as hard as she could, eyes shut as her body shook. This time, Twilight leaned forward and bit into the area where Dash's wing met her shoulder, and her screaming was muffled against Dash's coat.
Dash didn't let up with her mouth or her hoof, which was fast becoming soaked in Twilight's juices. As Twilight came down from her orgasm, her grip around Dash relaxed. When she was finished, she opened her eyes, as expected. Dash made sure that the first sight Twilight saw was Dash licking the juices from her hoof. She wasn't going to lose points for originality — but she was going to get to taste her mare. She smiled at Twilight, letting her excess magic spark between her tongue and her teeth.
Twilight exhaled deeply. "Can all pegasi do that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," Dash answered. "But none of 'em can do it like me."
"I would hope not," Twilight said. "Any more and my brains would be decorating that bookshelf."
"Is that a challenge?"
Twilight laughed. "I don't have to challenge you to do better. You're going to do that on your own. Speaking of which..."
Her horn flashed, and Dash fell upward. Twilight spun her through the air and slowed her fall so that Dash came gently to rest on the ceiling. Twilight landed on her only moments later, pinning her. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"
Dash looked down, or up, rather, at the bed they had just occupied. Disorienting gravity spell. Kinky.
"We can't be done," she said. "We're tied."
Twilight shoved one of her hind legs under Dash's. "But I got a head start."
Beads of sweat were running down Dash's face. "True," she said. She shifted her own hind legs so that her mound pressed against Twilight's. "So where does that leave us?"
Twilight didn't answer, opting instead to bite Dash on the neck before drawing back and thrusting her hips forward. Dash and Twilight made full contact, and both ponies let out a satisfied moan. Twilight's horn shone, and the spell holding them to the ceiling narrowed. Their manes fell toward the bed, and the sweat running off their bodies began to drip into the air above them as they gyrated in time with one another.
"You can't just — ah! — Do things normally, can you?" Dash was panting heavily.
"Come on, Rainbow Dash. This is — unh! — Hardly the strangest thing we've done."
Dash thought up a clever reply, but all that came out was an embarrassingly high pitched groan. She looked up at Twilight. The other mare was locked to Dash at the hips. Her back was arched, perpendicular to Dash, and her mane fell toward the floor in a tangled mess of wet locks. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly. Despite those things, she managed to look like she was concentrating.
The sight of her made the fire burning inside Rainbow Dash intensify. Who could have known that inside the timid egghead there was a fierce lover? Twilight had become a goddess of sex, a pony dedicated to honing her skills and pleasing her partner. The mare opened her eyes and gave Dash an intense look as her tongue peeked its way out of her mouth, and Dash knew that she was having similar thoughts.
"You're close," Twilight said.
"So are you," Dash answered.
"But unlike you," Twilight said. "— Ah!— I have a measure of restraint. Don't worry, though," she said as she saw the look on Dash's face. "What I have in mind is something... simultaneous."
Twilight grabbed one of Dash's forelegs and drew it down her chest. Then she leaned forward, and Rainbow and Twilight were left to pleasure one another with each other's hooves. Their bodies interlocked once again, separated by a thin coat of sweat.
They kissed: a deep, urgent show of affection that was filled with their mutual need. Their tongues slid over one another, and Dash felt Twilight panting heavily through her two nostrils. Dash broke them apart, pushing Twilight away and locking eyes with the unicorn.
"Do it," she said. "Both of us. I know you want it."
Twilight nodded vigorously. "One thing first."
Dash groaned, partly from the delay, and partly from Twilight's expert hoof-work.
Twilight leaned in and ran her tongue along the inside of Dash's ear. "My name," she said. "Say my name."
Rainbow Dash was happy to oblige. "Twi — aaoohh!"
"Not good enough," Twilight said as the glow from her horn went out.
Dash gritted her teeth. "Twili — Ah!" This time Twilight was obviously hitting herself with the spell, too — she rode the same wave of pleasure that Dash did, their foreheads pressed together. Dash playfully bit Twilight's lower lip. "I hate you so much," she panted.
"Try again."
"Twilight!" she gasped out before her sadistic lover could incapacitate her with ecstasy.
"Hmm," Twilight said, obviously displeased. "Twilight is what you call me when you want to get my attention." Her horn glowed, and Dash would have doubled over were she not pinned to the ceiling. Twilight's voice snapped like a whip. "What do you call me when you want me to make you come?!"
Then her horn was glowing again, and the edges of Dash's vision went blurry. She threw her head back as a cyclone of pleasure tore its way through her body. "Twilight!" she screamed. Twilight Sparkle!
The name was enough to send Twilight over the edge. She clung tightly to Dash, then bit Dash's shoulder, muffling her squeals.
Dash kept screaming Twilight's name, her full name, over and over again as Twilight's spell burned away inside both of them. When Dash finally stopped and brought her head back to up to look at her mare, Twilight's grip had softened. Twilight gave her a woozy smile, which Rainbow Dash returned.
Twilight undid her spell, and Dash gently lowered them down to the bed with her wings. They lay there for some time, both silent, Twilight with her forelegs wrapped around Dash's midsection and her head nestled in the crook of Dash's neck.
"Hey, Twilight?" Dash asked after a time.
"Yeah?"
"You didn't mean what you said earlier, right? About your shoulder? I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"
Twilight gave Dash a squeeze. "No, Rainbow Dash. You didn't hurt me." She leaned up and lightly kissed Rainbow on the side of her mouth.
"You were perfect."
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Author's note: This is my big fan-fiction debut. Feedback is much appreciated, and if you liked it, follow me for similar* stories in the future.
*By "similar" I mean pony porn. Just clarifying.
