Twilight Sparkle's Succulent Stick of Surprise

A purple aura engulfed one of books filed along the shelves of the library, and with some mystical sparks, the book levitated it’s way down in front of the young Alicorn’s focused stare. Twilight, after a few minutes of affirming nods and thoughtful hums, assumed a defensive stance. Her face was bright with a determined smile. Her horn began glowing the fluorescent green of true Alicorn magic, and the air was set alight with the strong electric current that surged through the library.

Twilight steadied herself as the magical glow that was once emanating only from the tip began crawling down her horn. Inch by inch, it grew more shrouded in the black and green abyss. Still unphased and focused, however, Twilight prepared herself for anything; her legs tensed up and stood strong… only to feel a bout of weightlessness lifting them from the ground. Twilight’s eyes became alert as they darted around the room.

“Wings? No? Huh… this feels a tad odd, not going to lie.” Her thoughts raced as she rose up from her stable ground. And before this pony could even begin to understand how she was floating this high up through sheer magic, the ever-present black and green essence made itself known again. It had already spread to her lower back, and was beginning to engulf her hooves. Unfortunately for Twilight, after just a few seconds of struggling, her four legs were bound; She was completely vulnerable.

This inconvenience was short lived. The dark goop began sealing up, forming a cocoon of strange alicorn magic around her. Terror burned in her eyes as the black abyss crept up her stomach, threatening her. A few pathetic yelps could even be heard as the last few inches of Twilight’s panicked muzzle was shrouded in darkness.

And then silence. For a few minutes the large monolith stood, sealing in whatever desperate cries might be inside. But then the moment passed.

BOOM! A flameless explosion erupted from the bowels of the cocoon, forcefully sending books and fresh scrolls away at every angle. The crashes that rocked the library sent tremors through the ground. Soon, though, the paper settled, and the onslaught of glass shattering sound came to an end… revealing a flustered purple pony laying peacefully in the middle of the room.

The world was black to Twilight. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by the unpleasant view of her week spent organizing books and scrolls strewn across the floor in heaps of unorganized chaos. Despite the near-traumatic ordeal she had just faced, she couldn’t help but gloss over the long hours of painstakingly filing away books in her mind. She was seething, and simply thinking about all that hard work didn’t seem to help her boiling pot of rage from bubbling over.

Twilight brought her exhausted hooves to attention, pulling herself up slowly, all whilst trying to ignore her once beautiful library, now overwhelmed with a mass of literature.As she got back on all four hooves, Twilight couldn’t help but notice that something was off. Maybe it was the weight, but something just didn’t add up… nevertheless, this didn’t bother her.

Slap.

Twilight snapped out of thought by a strange slapping sound. Alerted, she began jumping from side to side, keeping her hooves planted firmly on the ground in a defensive stance.

Slap.

The sound echoed back through the library once again. As well as confused, Twilight was ultimately frustrated. Her beautiful home was trashed, her curious experiment had miraculously failed. She couldn’t handle another tedious test the day was about to throw at her, and as such, dismissed it as her house simply… settling.

Twilight shook her head as a sort of solution to vent her frustration, and then composed herself. After a quick breath, she started towards the mountains of literature, her eyes focused and threatening… only to be stopped dead in her tracks. It was just then that Twilight took notice of the large, unusual weight she’d been carrying since she’d cast the spell. She hadn’t felt anything before, but now it was clear as day. Too shocked to even move, she stood, paralyzed as she felt the air brush against whatever the hell this thing was between her legs.

Twilight forced her unwilling head down and simply glanced underneath her stomach.

“Mother of Celestia…” What she saw didn’t frighten her; It was pure shock that danced across her face when she saw it. Before her stood a 11 or 12 inch rod of testosterone fuelled lust protruding from her groin, fully erect and pulsating as it swayed in the still air of the library.

Twilight couldn’t believe what was in front of her. Her hind legs gave out from shock and she fell back, her flank crashing onto the wooden floor. As she hit the ground, her large member slapped hard against her stomach… and all too suddenly, it was clear that she finally had all the feeling there.

“Ah!” She winced as the bare skin brushed against her soft fur, sending a small wave of pleasure over her entire body. This was an entirely new feeling. So sensitive and raw. Cautiously, Twilight attempted to clamber to her hooves, but it was a useless cause. As soon as she moved an inch, the shaft would rub up against her fur, once again reducing her to a heap of deep moans.

Giving up the fight, Twilight flopped to the ground in exertion, leaving the sensitive pole to stand, towering over her. For a few minutes, she lay there, thinking about her situation, how to deal with it, how the hell it even happened in the first place. And suddenly it came to her.

Careful not to irritate or agitate this new part of her anatomy, Twilight pulled herself up to a sitting position… It’s clear some of the proportions were off. There, inches away from her face, stood her hot member, almost begging for relief. She raised a hoof and gingerly poked at the head. She strained, trying not to make too much sound. Once again, she touched it. And again. Each time, she learn’t to deal with the almighty surges of pleasure racing over her each time. She once again raised her hoof - but this time, she didn’t poke. Slowly, Twilight began massaging the pulsating monstrosity. This was almost too much to bear. With each rub, her skin crawled and shivered. Each stroke brought out new sounds from the base of her throat - moaning, gurgling, wincing. Over time, she began to rub faster. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The pleasure was too much.

Her breaths became rapid and staggered. Even with this immense joy, she felt she wanted a little more. As her hooves became moist, she neared the climax even faster than before. Her hooves were racing along her length faster than she ran, and her mind became a jumble of words and sounds. She was almost at her limit. To add a little spice, Twilight began a scandalous operation.

Her tongue crept out of her mouth, eagerly inching nearer to the tip. She moved her head in closer, each rapid stroke increasing in speed. Just as the tip of her tongue connected with the tight head of her strained member, she released her long awaited load. A sea of white liquid burst from the head, coating her face. The hot, sticky fluid drenched the inside of Twilight’s wide open mouth, as she continued to lap it up, caught in the heat of this ecstasy fuelled moment.

She was so overwhelmed with all these new sensations; Twilight’s body involuntarily dismissed any foul tastes and the embarrassment she would endure had anypony seen her. For that one moment, any judgement of hers was swept away with the (what seemed like) gallons of cum drenching her face.

And she was happy. Twilight sat in her library, any sense of time escaping her, with eyes fixed to the beyond: Outside her window, the crimson bulb burned, as it sank into the green field of her home. She had finally found her stead, only now realizing it. A group of friends; A kind mentor; A new adventure. Never once did she predict her true totem, which would one day show her the true spirit of friendship…

...a big, pulsating dick.