I finished with my nap and pet the gray pony curled up on my chest. "Uh...pony person...time to wake up." I poked and prodded the sleeping mare, getting no more than a hoof to brush me away. "Well...fine, I guess I'll figure it out on my own." I sat upright with the pony on my lap. She was hugging a pillow which would make this extremely easy.

I moved her tail out of the way and got my fingers into place at each of her holes. My other hand quickly moved to her lips and pressed my thumb into her mouth. Not a moment after my thumb was in her mouth did she start suckling on it like a baby. "Aw...that's a adorable...like a baby...except...this." I quickly put my index and middle finger deep inside her pussy. She held her tongue against my thumb before settling back down and sucking idly. Her hot moist insides were an easy fit and I started getting fuzzy images of her recent memories in my mind's eye.

Capping her off with my pinkie in her last hole she clenched her entire body and bit my thumb. I ignored her gnawing as I seated my fingers deep inside her hot body and started drawing information from her.

Her name was Octavia, she lives in Canterlot, she plays the cello, and her favorite color is yellow.

"Huh...interesting." I mumbled to myself as I pulled my thumb out of her mouth. I switched up and put my index and middle into her mouth. "Let's see what else I can find." With the added control I could pin her tongue and keep an even more stable connection. "Hmm...furious masturbator...good to know." I dug through her past month's memories. "Wow...that's...I hope you bought him dinner...." Vivid memories of her being eaten out under a table filled my mind as she started squirming as my fingers probed her.

I rubbed her ear as her thoughts became more pleasant, then suddenly panicked. Her eyes shot wide open as her eyes darted around. She tried to yelled but my fingers reduced her shouts to mumbles. She bit my fingers hard and scrambled away. "What the buck, you perverted ass!"

"December eighteenth you spend a warm night cuddling with a magical blanket and stroked yourself while suckling on a...well...I think we both know."

Octavia froze. "I...never di--"

"Don't lie to yourself. It felt great, all warm and snuggly but still all sexy in a blanket." I cooed as I rubbed her ears, making them flick as the tips of her ears heated up.

She grew red as she sat down across from me. "...How?"

I shrugged. "I am the Geneseed. That's also a fancy way of saying physical contact with the interior of magical creatures works like an information dump." I scratched an itch on my head. "I uh...I work like the probes. But I don't take raw data, I take memories."

Octavia glared at me. "You're lying."

I held my hands up in a shocker. "You want me to prove it? I make you cum and I well transcribe an entire ten minutes of your life down to the greatest detail. Deal?"

Octavia flicked her tail. "And why should I let you touch me?"

I rolled my eyes and gave her an exasperated look. "Really? I know you liked the gooey probe in your butt. You spent the week thinking about it before convincing your friend to go with you so you could go and meet...Ten again."

Octavia glared at me with a bit of a blush and turned around. "Fine...just...I guess...you kn--"

"Saturday night, I miss the taste, Sunday morning you woke up after a wet dream and had to change your sheets, Sunday evening, you dry humped your cello between practices and suckled on an orange--"

"Alright! I get it...you're some kind of...sexual mind reader."

I nodded. "Ponies brains light up like fireworks when they orgasm. I could learn more about you in five seconds than you know about yourself right now." I lifted her tail out of the way and slid my fingers across her slit. "Hmm...my fingers aren't that long."

"Can you not!?" Octavia asked as I felt her slick juices soaking my fingers. "Please?"

I shrugged and held my hand out for her. "You know I can read your mind, you don't even have to say it, just think it." I put my fingers in her mouth and penetrated her. Her thoughts became cleared as I went to work.

Not exactly as thick as I thought it would feel.

I grimaced and spread my fingers, she let out a stifled moan as I added my thumb into the mix, circling her clit as she wiggled about.

Alright...he- wait...he can hear this...so- bucking momma--

"Filthy mouth." I grumbled as I jammed my fingers deep.

Buck- buck- bucking buckity bucker buck!

I nodded lazily and continued to work her like a puppet. "Don't cum yet!"

Her mind went a bit blank as she fell into a short stint of buzzing pleasure. As I dragged my fingertips across her hot squishy flesh she lost it. Her mind filling with images of her band mate and my clones. She sucked at my fingers as I collected years of knowledge from her. I kept her impaled on my fingers for a few moments while I categorized her memories and sorted everything out.

Eventually I drew my now soaked hand from her backside and flicked her clit, making her jump and give a soft squeak. "So...Beauty Brass? And this isn't the first time...." I took a deep breath. "As promised. Monday November third three years ago, you were eating a hay burger with a boat of chips...with mayo on the side." Octavia grew even redder as I recounted her own memories. "You...ew...Octavia that's gross."

"It's an acquired taste!"

"So is cum, still not gonna try it. Anyways, after that you became sexually aroused while waiting for a rickshaw, you were thinking about...Beauty Brass again, and eventually decided to just masturbate and get it over with. You locked yourself in a bathroom stall, jammed your hoof against your sex and jostled it around, managing a quick squirt. From there you practiced the cello with your band for a few hours. HorseShoepin gave you a couple weird looks, you know he knew you didn't bother cleaning up and you didn't care."

"Please d--"

"You ended up giving him a halfhearted blowjob before giving up and going to eat at another cheap restaurant and had a cheesy celery stick combo. He went home blue balled and you brushed your teeth five times before using the vibrator Vinyl sent you as a gag and went to bed. You had a dream about being a wiener dog that night." I cracked my neck as I finished. "Your name was Patches."

Octavia sank down and laid across my lap, facing me. "Please don't tell anypony."

I let out a short laugh. "About the chips and mayo, the sexual attraction to your female band mate, your blue balling of your other band mate, or that fact that Vinyl's right and you're actually bisexual?"

Octavia pursed her lips and stared at me. She just stared angrily for a long time. Eventually I poked my finger into her mouth and touched her tongue.

I have never wanted to murder and fuck somepony this bad in my entire life.

I let out a single laugh. "So...all of it?"

Octavia turned around with a sour expression. "I'm going to go...do something."

"I know what that means you know! Do it in the shower, I don't care!"

"Buck you!" she yelled as she faded into the distance.

I finally rolled out of bed and onto my feet. I started laughing as I headed to chew out my clones. "Oh Patches you confused pony."

Author's Note

And that's why One is special...yay!