Dirty Sexy Pony

The time travel spell was an astounding piece of work. Nothing less could be expected from something considered worthy enough to be placed into Starswirl the Bearded's section of the Canterlot archives.

Years ago when she was a filly, Twilight learned while enrolled in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns that the more complex a spell was, the more it required a medium to handle the magic as intended. The algorithms and formulae written into the scroll were simply strokes of genius to handle the variables that Twilight feared. Not only did it take into account the laws that would be involved in temporal movement against the forward flow of time, but it also allowed for full interaction and even spatial controls used in teleportation so the user could choose to appear wherever she pleased within the point in time she desired. If there were a unicorn talented enough that he or she could even handle keeping all of those aspects in mind, he or she probably wouldn't survive the substantial load of pressure on their brain when it came to actually activating the spell. And her theory proved to be correct, as after using the scroll more than an hour ago Twilight watched as it burned away before her eyes from the amount of magic that coursed through it.

Because of these requirements it made sense then that the scroll would say that the time travel spell would allow her to only “go back once.” Of course even though the scroll burned away that did not mean the the spell couldn't be performed again. That is, if one simply used a fresh medium, the spell could be used once more. Thus Twilight had no choice but to waste the last hour and a half copying the time travel spell from memory onto two new scrolls. Not only was it important to get all the wording as precisely as possible, but one off stroke for the magical drawings used to receive and direct the flow of magical input would render the spell useless at best and killing her at worst. Not to mention that Twilight's head ached and throbbed all the while, delaying the process.

She was nearly spent, as the time travel spell consumed a lot of magic, so despite using only enough magic to go back by a few hours, Twilight could not risk wasting any more of her energy. Especially if she had to make more than one more trip. And from her first try, it was obvious that that would be the case.

Her first scroll—that is, the original scroll—was used up trying to stop Spike before he arrived in Canterlot. But it had been futile. Her focus was on conserving as much energy as possible, so Twilight had arrived too late; right after Spike had had his way with Rarity when she escaped from the boutique. The sight of her friend and the state she was in was too much for Twilight to bear. It was a boon to learn that she was capable of using her magic in the past, as she teleported outside of the boutique to confront the dragon as he chased her other self. However, none of her spells seemed to work, and she was unable to achieve anything beyond knocking an unsuspecting Spike to the ground before the time travel spell's effects wore off and she returned to the present.

And so because of the additional expense of her magic, Twilight felt her body tremble against her will, as though she had just gone running close to her limit. Despite taking several short breaks, she still felt lightheaded. She groaned at feeling like her head would crack open at any minute. She realized she had used much more magic than she had intended. And worse still, she did not have the luxury of being able to test out all of the limits of the time-travel spell.

On the one hoof, she had Princess Celestia and possibly even Princess Luna fighting to protect her from Spike, but her teacher's words presented a terrifying truth: not even the power of both princesses was enough to stop him. The irony that time was not on her side did not escape her notice.

Placing the feathered quill back into its inkwell, Twilight looked over her facsimiles, noting whether the diagrams and wording were all properly copied to the exact distance and spacing as that of the original. She nodded and was confident enough that her memory was not at all wrong. “Alright...first I think I'll-” she froze mid sentence at the sound of cracking glass.

She looked up as groans of stress rang out all around her. Taking a glance toward the window, Twilight stopped breathing when she was faintly able to make out the courtyard when before the barrier had all but obscured anything outside of it.

With a loud gasp Twilight then turned her attention to the archive's gate as smoke and light exploded inwards, throwing the pony to the ground and scattering books and papers all over the room. She coughed and flinched as hot debris rained down and pelted against her sides.

The loud ringing in her ears from the sudden explosion soon dissipated as the sound of the crumbling walls and wooden supports and bookshelves closest to the explosion cracking called to her attention.

As the smoke cleared Twilight gasped in dismay to see Princess Celestia and Luna sprawled on the ground, surrounded by huge chunks of marble and pieces of broken bookshelves and torn shreds of paper but before she could rush to their sides, the sounds of slow, heavy steps approached as a mist and clouds of dust filtered into the room. She instinctively galloped farther into the archive and ducked behind an aisle that blocked the light of the moon that filtered in from the large windows.

“Twilight Sparkle~!” She heard his deep voice echo against the high ceilings and marble walls. “It's your ol' buddy, Spike! Remember how close we were? We'd take baths together, have sleepovers, do each others' hair...good times, good times.”

Twilight hid as close to the ground as she could, amidst the stacks of books and scrolls. As the deep sinister laughter of her pursuer filled the air, she dared to peek out of the aisle, using a tall mirror nearby to see while being hidden. One of her copied time-travel scrolls was lying on the floor next to the mirror in the ailse across from hers. From the angled reflection, Twilight could see the dragon come closer, looming at a larger size than she last remembered. Its tail swaying back and forth as he looked at each aisle with a smile revealing his sharp teeth on his face.

“Just to let you know, your magic is just leaking out everywhere! Mmmm, and it just smells soooo good!”

This made her let out a gasp to which she pressed her trembling hooves against her mouth to quiet herself. Looking at the mirror, the dragon had paused as though he had heard something. She curled up to be as small as possible as she heard him sniff out loud and continue his taunts. “Was that you, Twilight? Your smell is just everywhere!” He laughed once more while Twilight remained tucked against the bookshelf as much as possible.

“Maybe you're towards the back?” He asked in a playful manner and walked by her aisle with footsteps that caused the floor to shake. When she was sure he had passed, Twilight rushed to the other aisle and immediately focused her magic into the scroll.

Clenching her eyes tight, she poured more magic than she had the first time, hoping to go back as far as she could to a point before Spike had ever become what he was.

And as it had happened before, the energies that she poured into the parchment were redirected back to her, changed by the spell and enveloped the unicorn in a blinding white light. Immediately Twilight felt as though gravity itself had doubled, and then doubled again. She tensed her muscles to hold strong against the forces and then gasped as she felt pulled up as though the floor had disappeared and then the rush of adrenaline as though she was falling.

--

In the next moment, Twilight stumbled to the ground, feeling her head throb as fatigue threatened to overtake her. The waning winds stirred the leaves off of nearby trees and blades of grass. Looking around, it was night time and she was outside of Rarity's boutique once more.

Besides the waning moon sitting high up in the sky, only the Ponyville streetlamps positioned along the dirt and cobblestone roads provided any sort of illumination. Twilight gulped as she felt somepony was behind her, but couldn't tell what. Turning slowly around, she first noticed the light of a streetlamp casting down at her hooves and then realized that behind her was actually-

“Oh, hey there, Twilight! What'cha doing up so late? Did Spike get all tuckered out after having a great birthday today? ”

“Pinkie Pie?” Twilight blinked at the sight of the fluffy-maned earth pony smiling and waiting for an answer to her question. “I...uh...what are you...?”

“Well, I was walking around checking on my stashes of whoopy cushions—in case of whoopy cushion emergency—when all of a sudden, I started getting this major mondo twitchy twitch of a doozy! So I followed it and it led me here where these lights and a whoosh happened, then you showed up! How'd you do that? Is it a super cool new spell? Or how about a super secret spell you've been practicing? Or maybe-”

“I-” Twilight began to explain, then noticed a spark of magic from her hoof. As Pinkie began making guesses about the light and burst of energy, Twilight was more focused on her mission. 'Oh no...already?! I won't have enough time to tell her anything before the spell returns me! There has to be some way...some spell that will...'

The images of her friends and the princesses shook Twilight's reslove. 'Images...my memories!' Twilight looked toward Pinkie as she continued to guess. Stepping forward without warning her friend beforehand, Twilight touched the tip of her horn against Pinkie's forehead and-

“Hi Rarity, cute dress!”

“Spike that's very thoughtful of you.”

“Spike, are you okay?”

"Say, Rarity, I hope this doesn't sound strange to ask but, have you noticed if Spike has been acting a bit...weird?”

“Recently he's just seemed more...tired, I guess.”

“...what...did you...do...with...S-pike!?”

“P-please...some...pony...”

“Ra...rity?”

“...what...? Spike...? What about...?”

“N-no way! He couldn't have-”

“Get away!”

“NO!!! GET AWAY!”

“I...I need to speak with the princess...”

“No, Shining Armor, wait!”

“Please...Shining Armor, no!”

“NO!”

“No, Shining Armor, please! Please, no!”

“Just close your eyes, Spike. I'm here for you. Don't worry.”

“...I've got no idea if you don't, Spike!”

“That's because I lied.”

“...I can't joke when my friends' safety is in danger.”

“Ah! AH!”

“S-slower...deeper!”

“Is that supposed to be a joke? Well if it is, it's not funny. You don't know what you're talking about.”

“What are you-?”

“No, no, no, you're not!”

“Please...run, Spike...she...”

“Please, p-please...d-AAGHHHHHHHH!”

Twilight fell backwards, jarred from the experience, but still conscious. A bit of vomit threatened to rush up her throat from how horrible it all felt, although the unicorn just barely managed to hold on.

Despite everything feeling like it was spinning around her, it had worked. The rush of events flashed past so quickly, but even then, Twilight couldn't keep tears from falling and feeling the terror and fear once again as a result of witnessing the horrid affair as though she had re-lived them.

What concerned her more was the fact that there were definitely memories that weren't her own. Twilight gulped. Could it have been feedback? Had she unintentionally witnessed her own Pinkie Pie's memories...the terrible things that Spike did, or rather...would do...Twilight shook her head and remembered she had no time to consider the “what ifs” anymore. She regarded the disoriented Pinkie Pie sitting on the ground before her, much like how the pink earth pony ended up the last time Twilight performed the memory spell to disperse with her discorded personality.

And then, “That's it!” Twilight felt herself smile for the first time in ages. Her heart lifted up from its doldrums when she realized there was finally hope on the horizon. As the sparks of magic continued to flicker off of her body, the unicorn glanced upward to the window above. 'I have to hurry!' Twilight exhaled and teleported into Rarity's bedroom.

She jumped forward to the large bed, ignoring the fact that in the darkness Twilight slammed her front leg into a desk. No matter, the purple unicorn moved despite the pain and once at the side of the bed Twilight touched the tip of her horn against Rarity's forehead and felt the memory spell tire her further. Vomit once again threatened to shoot up her throat, but nonetheless, the purple unicorn smiled. The crackling and sputtering of the time travel spell's magic increased in frequency. Twilight could feel the strange pulling sensation as she began to transfer back to her time.

She let out a sigh of relief and looking out the window into the street below, Twilight spotted Pinkie sitting there, dazed from the after-effects of the memory spell. But emerging out of the darkness into view, a large beastly dragon lunged at Pinkie, pinning her to the ground. Twilight felt ice cold at the sight of Spike's monstrous form and her horn glowed so she could teleport down toward Pinkie. Swirls of energy enveloped her and the massive forces of the time travel spell lifted her up before slamming her downwards once more.

--

As the roiling thunder and light of her emergence dissipated, Twilight found herself surrounded by pages and scrolls fluttering about in a raucous of rustling paper. “NOOOOOOO!” She blinked at the abrupt change in her surroundings and realized she had already returned. Twilight panted heavily, looking about the dark archive for any signs of the dragon. Her sore leg lifted up as she shifted her weight to her other hooves. “Did...did it work...?” She said to herself in the tiniest of whispers. She sat down and brought a hoof to her eyes to wipe the tears that had built up from the terrible sight just a moment ago.

“Probably not.” A deep voice answered her. Twilight froze. In the gap between the pages floating about the eyes of a looming monster stood. She tried to run but stumbled to the ground from the pain of putting weight onto her bruised leg. Before she could react, it thrust its arm to grab at her.

“Oh, Twilight~! Found you! Guess you have to be penalized, now!”

“NO!” Twilight cried out. He horn glowed immediately, and Twilight conjured her teleportation spell, appearing in the corridor and began looking for the time travel scroll amongst the papers flying about in desperation.

“Hey, where do ya think you're going?” She was pulled back by a hand that grabbed her horn from behind and the light at the tip of Twilight's horn dissipated.

“H-how did you!?”

Her terrified expression caused him to laugh. “Just before you teleport, this looong trail extends from where you start out and it ends where you're gonna reappear.” He smiled even more at the sight of confusion at his revelation. “What? You can't see it? Huh, guess it's just me.” Without further ado, the dragon tossed her back into the archive.

He strolled back into the room as the pony bounced against the floor and stopped rolling only when she slammed against a bookshelf, causing several books to rain down with a varying range of thuds depending on their weight and whether they fell on Twilight or not. Casually hopping over the unconscious alicorns like he were playing hopscotch, Spike let out a happy sigh when he reached Twilight.

“Nice job delaying me back in Ponyville! Really surprising stuff.” He paid no attention to the purple pony's attempts to stand up, as she found it a struggle to stay standing before dropping once more onto the floor. “I never knew you could make copies of yourself, Twilight. It's a pretty cool trick. Threw me for a loop before it disappeared.” He playfully paced about, looking around with half interest at the large volume of books in the archive. “Although, it did give us the chance to play hide and seek all over town...but wouldn't you know it, that jealous bitch Rarity had to ruin our fun!” He paused for a moment and shook his head while sighing to add to his point.

“I wasted so much time punishing her when I found her at the train station. You already left, so I had to divert my attention onto her for a while before following you." He sighed. "Had to wake her up three or four times, even...” The dragon walked closer to the pony laying by the bookshelf and pressed his foot against her heaving chest.

“Rarity was...?” Twilight gasped in pain as he found it entertaining enough for the moment to simply hold her down.

He chuckled and sighed gleefully at the sound. Then without warning, he pressed his weight onto the pony to grab an intriguing book about “Two-legged Monsters” that was about six shelves above the floor by using Twilight as a makeshift stepladder. Several scrolls and papers fluttered to the floor while Twilight's screams were all but ignored as he hopped back to the ground and skimmed through the pages but found the contents boring. Tossing the book away, Spike sat cross legged right in front of her.

“Of course, your cool trick pales in comparison to the fight I just had a few minutes ago. You should have seen it! Would you believe that there were a few times even I thought I was a goner? Like, get this...when Celestia created a miniature sun right there in the hallway and collapsed it, right? All in order to make a black hole and it almost sucked me up! Or-or when she did a sonic rainboom and tried to impale me through the stomach with that big horn of hers.” Not noticing Twilight's pain expressions, he proceeded to move his arms wildly about and voiced sound effects as he described the fight, ending his tale with wicked laughter.

Finally noticing Twilight's lack of attention, he pouted at the pony's rudeness and sighed, going so far as to mope while remaining cross-legged. “What would have happened if she didn't put up a barrier around the archives...?” He wondered out loud. Not expecting an answer, he leaned backwards, placing his hands behind him to prop himself up. “Who knows? Maybe her attacks would have been stronger and she could have won? But then again, even when Princess Luna showed up....

“I still kicked their asses!” He guffawed and snorted at the fact, falling back onto the floor and rolled about in amusement. After about a minute, the dragon rested on his stomach with his clawed hands under his chin.

“Speaking of which...” He looked over at the two unconscious alicorns splayed out at the archive entrance and licked his lips. “I'm sure that having two alicorns for sex slaves would be awesome, but...I don't know...To be honest, right now I can't stop wondering how great it would be to leave you a crying, blubbering, mess. Covered head to hoof in my thick jizz...mane and tail all goopy and white...your holes gaping wide and twitching. Although, with how big it's gotten now, would it even fit in all the way? Oh, just thinking about it makes me feel so hot and flustered.” He sat up and looked back toward Twilight. “How about you?” He asked excitedly, his tail wagging back and forth.

She trembled at his words.

Jumping back onto his feet, Spike walked closer to Twilight and squatted right in front of her once more. His hand pinched her chin and brought his face close to her, eliciting a squeak. He looked intently into her eyes. The nonchalance of his words and giddy smile of his face failed to mitigate the cold, dark look in his eyes. The malice radiating from him that seemed to seep into her and chill her very bones. Twilight cursed quietly to herself as some tears escaped her control and ran down her cheek. “Aww, what are you doing just giving up like that? You still have a bit of fuel left in your tank...I can practically taste it.”

His long tongue dragged against her horn, and she shuddered and cringed in disgust.

“Hmmm...It's different...” He said, smacking his lips. “...a lot of Celestia...a hint of Rarity, and...is that...?” He licked again. She whimpered and sobbed. “Your brother? Oh, you naughty girl, you! Haha! Kidding, I'm kidding...”

While still laughing, he stood up and took a few steps back while facing her.

“Come on, Twilight. Why're you holding back? You've got more than enough energy left, considering you stole it from everypony that's been trying to protect you! Got something planned for me? You know as well as I do that you'll just be wasting it. Instead, I've got a much better idea! Why don't you do that spell again? Make a copy of yourself. I wanna watch a Twilight hungrily eating a second Twilight's snatch while that one licks and sucks my balls! Haha!

“And..if you put on a good enough show, I'll let you enjoy the sight of me fucking your precious princesses while you catch your breath. Or you could rub one off while we rut, who am I to judge? And when they're screaming and moaning for more, I'll break you in, and then we can all have fun together! Doesn't that sound great?”

Twilight looked away as dark thoughts began to fill her head. Thoughts that pushed her to just give up so the pain would stop. Her eyes flickered at anything that wasn't the taunting dragon waiting for an answer to his absurd question, when she noticed the last time-travel scroll leaning against the bookshelf across from her. Taking a small breath, she coughed from the dust and as a result of most likely a bruised rib. But soon enough, her coughs quickly became a small chuckle before turning into a pained, hacking laugh.

“Heh? What's...what's so funny?”

“I...” She coughed, “...can't believe I was so afraid of you...” Twilight panted out as her smile turned into a scowl. “...to be honest...the more you keep talking...the more pathetic you sound!” She growled out.

His eyes narrowed and his voice became dark as he approached the smaller pony and brought his mouth close to her ear. “Oh, well...I guess I could do the boring thing and just fuck you right now, since you seem to be so inclined...now, do you want to do that spell?”

Twilight gulped and silently nodded.

He smiled and stood up, giving some space and watched in expectation as he sat next to the princesses, stroking his hand through Luna's mane that had been sucked of much of its shimmering nature.

Instead of saying anything further, the unicorn glanced at the last scroll nearby and gathered the last amounts of energy she had left. Twilight clenched her eyes shut and focused her mind as much as she could.

Like Princess Celestia had said, there was only one pony that could make everything right: Twilight Sparkle.