Pinkie Pie's Key Party

Twilight Sparkle made her way up the long twisted staircase to the upper floor, which housed the observatory. Behind her was Pinkie Pie, bouncing up the stairs with the brown box on her back.

“Gosh, this place is a lot tidier than I remember!” Pinkie commented cheerfully.

The last time Pinkie Pie was here, she watched Twilight nearly lose her mind because of a visit from her future self. At that time, the observatory was covered in papers, charts, and machinery. Twilight had since found her mind and put most of the equipment away, but two of her telescopes were still pointed out windows from her nightly stargazing.

“I’ve had some time to clean up.” She explained gently. Though she was thankful that Pinkie had stood by her during her breakdown, she still felt foolish for the whole time travel fiasco and didn’t want to dwell on it.

The walls were covered in shelves and drawers, but instead of housing books like the first floor, they held Twilight’s more personal materials. Built-in shelves housed Twilight’s flatware, displayed nicely on pedestals, and a cabinet hid cookware, usually used in the nearby fireplace.

A short wooden staircase led up to a tiny loft, big enough to hold a pony and a small telescope to look out the large window there. Under the staircase was a small bookcase and next to it was a double glass door that led outside to the balcony, where Twilight would often sit and read in the fresh air. Next to the balcony door was a wardrobe and chest where she could choose her outfits, on the occasions she wanted to wear clothes. Next to that were two folded mattresses and bed sheets that could be brought out when it was time to sleep.

“Ooh, what’s in these books?” Pinkie asked, dropping the box on the floor and approaching the bookshelf. “They’re different than the ones downstairs!”

“Oh those!” Twilight frantically ran ahead of Pinkie and faced her, causing her to stop. “They’re… uh…” she stared nervously at the books. “They’re just my notes! Ha ha, I take a lot of notes, on books, and I … this is where I keep them.”

She turned her head back to Pinkie Pie, but she was gone. Glancing back at the books she saw Pinkie again, already reading a book. “Smarty Pants and the Epic Snow Storm?” The pink earth pony read aloud. “I didn’t know you wrote stories in your notes!”

Twilight took a resigned sigh. “Yes, I write stories,” she admitted, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. “But they’re nothing special.”

Pinkie was absorbed in the gripping adventure. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed.

Twilight laughed. She’d written that story a long time ago, before she had even attended Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, and Pinkie was clearly getting into it.

“Will Smarty Pants make it to her friend’s house in time for a tea party?” she pleaded with the book, as if it would tell her. “And are they going to love the blueberry muffins she’s bringing?”

“Wait, I didn’t write anything about muffins!” Twilight butted her head next to Pinkie’s, trying to read with her.

“No, I made that part up so the story would be more interesting,” Pinkie explained, closing the book. "The plot is simple and the characters are two-dimensional."

Twilight rolled her eyes and frowned on one side. "I wrote it when I was a little filly!" she defended.

"Oh, but you did a great job!"

"Thanks." Twilight levitated the book back onto the shelf. “Why don’t we look at the key party book? Maybe it will tell us what to do?”

Twilight was worried about what Pinkie had in mind for the evening. How could she tell Pinkie that she didn’t want to go through with the party’s activities? If the book had a solution, she could use it and maybe Pinkie wouldn’t feel too disappointed.

“Okey dokey lokey!”

The party pony pulled out the book and offered it. Twilight took it and started reading silently. Nothing jumped out at her. She turned the page.

“So what does it say?” Pinkie jumped up and down excitedly. She began to make suggestions, motioning with each one.

“Can we kiss?” she puckered her lips.
“Or hug?” she stood on her hind legs and hugged herself with her forehooves.
“Or get intimate?” she opened her forehooves out in front of her and started gyrating her hips.

“Um, Pinkie?” Twilight began hesitantly, “I’m afraid that… that I’m only interested in stallions.”

Pinkie dropped down on to all fours and her face expressed confusion. “What? But you find lots of things interesting!” She thought for a moment. “Like books! And stars, and friends...”

Twilight shook her head. “No, I mean, we can’t be intimate because… um… you don’t have the right equipment.”

“Yes I do!” The manic pink pony zipped to the box and opened it. In a blur of motion, and she fastened something to her body using her forehooves and mouth. She turned around and stood on hindlegs, forehooves outstretched upwards to either side. Between her lower legs was a black dildo, strapped on with two black belts going around her waist and one going underneath her.

“See?” she cried triumphantly.

Twilight’s jaw fell open with eyes wide on the spectacle in front of her. She was speechless.

“We could totally get intimate with this thing!” Pinkie thrust her hips back and forth, pretending to spank a pony in front of her.

Twilight hid behind the book, trying hard to ignore Pinkie. She continued reading, still hoping that the book mentioned a way she could turn down her advances.

“And if you don’t like that, there are other things we can do!” She smiled gleefully, rubbing her hooves together.

Twilight looked up at Pinkie, who licked her lips slowly. “We can do so many things, Twilight Sparkle,” she said in an uncharacteristically calm voice. “I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.” Twilight could swear that Pinkie’s hair straightened a little.

The pink earth pony stepped towards the unicorn, who instinctively took a step back. Twilight began sweating, still flipping through the pages. What had she gotten herself into? Pinkie slowly advanced and Twilight retreated, the gap between them closing. The librarian frantically searched the book for a solution.

“Are you ready?” Pinkie asked, inches away from Twilight. She reared onto her hind legs, revealing her “equipment” again.

“Waaait!!” Twilight yelled, lifting up the book high. “I don’t consent!”

Pinkie fell onto her front hooves and her hair seemed to have it’s normal bouncy curls again. “What?” she asked, surprised.

“It says here that we’re only supposed to do things that both ponies in the room consent to,” she pointed at the book. “And I don’t consent!” she proclaimed.

One of Pinkie’s eyebrows raised. “Of course, silly! I wasn’t going to do anything without your consent!”

“But… but…” Twilight stammered, looking at the phallus.

“That’s why I asked!” Pinkie grinned and winked.

Twilight closed the book and wiped sweat off her forehead with her hoof. Having found a solution in the book, she could relax. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, waving her hoof forward as if pushing the anxiety away.

“So, no strap-on?” Pinkie asked, taking it off and holding it up.

Twilight shook her head confidently. “I’m afraid not.”

“Beads?” Out of nowhere she pulled a string of teal one-inch beads.
“Nope.”

“Vibrator?” “Sorry.”
“Cunnalingus?” “No.”
“Fisting?” “What?”
“Kissing?” “I don’t think so.”
“Hugging?” “Maybe later.”

“Then what can we do?”

“How about just sit and talk?” Twilight suggested. “I can make us some tea.”

“Okay!” Pinkie sat her rump down on the wooden floor. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Hm…” Twilight thought, still calming down. She walked over to the fireplace and, with a glow of her horn and a small red pop, a fire sprung to life in the hearth.

“Why did you choose a key party?” Twilight asked. “There are dozens of overnight parties in that book.” She also wondered who in their right mind would throw such a thing for their friends, but then, this was Pinkie Pie.

The pink mare smiled. “Well, I first borrowed the book because I wanted to try something new. After I read the whole book cover to cover, I read it again. And after I read it the second time, I made a list of parties that I hadn’t tried yet.”

Twilight stood a metal grate above the fire and put a pot of water on top of it. She wondered what the other parties in her list were, but was too afraid to ask. She came over to her friend and curled up on the floor, with all four legs tucked underneath her. “So, you chose this one at random?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope! I calculated the fun factor of each party.”

“Fun factor?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“Yep!” Pinkie jumped up and ran to the side of the room and returned with a chalkboard on wheels. Picking up a piece of white chalk with her hoof, she drew six stick-ponies with lines between each one. “See, each guest pairing has a ‘good-chemistry’ modifier that gets combined with the party’s activities, that, when averaged over the number of ponies, equals the fun factor!”

Twilight nodded, following her logic. “Alright, but wouldn’t that calculation become difficult after more than about six ponies?”

Pinkie grinned widely. “Yep! But that’s where you can use the ‘birds of a feather’ rule.” Pinkie drew six other sets of ponies and drew lines between each set. “At larger parties, similar ponies naturally group together so you only have to calculate the modifiers for each group, see?”

“Okay,” Twilight frowned. “But what about outliers or ponies who can’t be grouped? Not every pony belongs to only one group.”

“Right!” Pinkie drew other single ponies between each group and drew lines between those ponies and each group. “Those ponies have to be specially accounted for because they can change the modifier of whole groups, causing blending or dispersion.” She drew circles around partial groups with arrows pointing to other groups, and turning the board into a giant mess.

Twilight wanted to ask more about her party planning theory, but decided against it. “So this party had the highest fun factor… for the six of us?”

“Yep!” Pinkie threw her arms up in glee.

“And, how did you learn all of this? I’ve never heard any of it before.”

“I made it up myself,” Pinkie said proudly, dropping the chalk onto the chalkboard and sitting down.

Suddenly a whistling sound emanated from the now steaming teapot on the fireplace. Twilight magically lifted it off and poured it out into two mugs prepared with tea bags. She brought the two cups over, giving Pinkie one and taking hold of the other one for herself.

Pinkie immediately took a big gulp of the tea, contorting her face and shaking her head vigorously. “Wow that’s hot!” She stuck out her tongue and looked at it to see if it was burned.

“So based on your…” Twilight eyed the diagram on the chalkboard, “...calculations, who was going to enjoy themselves the most at this party?” She blew gently over her hot tea.

“You!”

Twilight nearly laughed. “Me?” she asked incredulously. Not only did she question Pinkie’s method, she was certain that she wouldn’t be the one to enjoy herself the most.

Pinkie nodded. “Yes, you.” She took another big gulp and contorted her face again. “You absolutely love learning new things, especially about things you love, and at this party you’d learn new things you loved about your friends!”

Twilight blinked. “What made you think I’d be okay with a party like this?”

“This book.” Pinkie dropped her tea and zipped over to the bookshelf of Twilight’s notes and pulled a green one from the top shelf.

Twilight was overcome with fear, realizing which story it contained. “Wait, when did you read THAT book?”

“The last time I was here,” Pinkie said casually, opening it. “I thought it was strange, but I’m not one to judge.”

Twilight thought back to the time she was driving herself crazy trying to monitor everything. Could Pinkie have stood there and read her whole story? Did the changing alignment of the horsehead nebula really distract her from what was going on right under her nose?

“‘Discord snapped his lion paw.’” Pinkie said, reading aloud. “‘I was overtaken with lust. The first thing I did was-’”

“Stop!” Twilight yelped, trotting over and levitating the book out of Pinkie’s hooves. “There’s no need to read it aloud!”

“But it’s so good!” Pinkie complained.

Twilight was shaking with both rage and embarrassment. “Pinkie Pie, you can’t just go through other pony’s things without asking! It’s disrespectful!” she yelled.

“I didn’t mean to, Twilight!” Pinkie frowned with genuine regret. “Since this is a library, and I thought it would be okay!”

The unicorn opened her mouth to yell, but held her breath as she thought of what to say.

“I didn’t even know it was yours until after I read it!” she pleaded. “I’m really really really really really sorry!”

Twilight stared at the trembling pink earth pony. It was obviously a mistake, and an easy one to make given Pinkie’s curiosity. Twilight blamed herself and made a mental note to lock all her journals in a box.

“I forgive you Pinkie,” Twilight sighed. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Pinkie smiled wide again and jumped up and down.

“But I don’t like sharing my stories with others.”

“Why not?” Pinkie asked. “It’s a great story! Much better than Smarty Pants and the Epic Snow Storm! Discord’s all like ‘you’re gonna do what I tell you’ and the unicorn is like ‘I don’t want to but I have to’ and then Davenport shows up, saying ‘what’s going on? why are you doing this?’ And then it gets really good when-”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Pinkie.” Twilight was truly flattered at how much she remembered and enjoyed her story, but it was still far too embarrassing to hear it recounted aloud.

She frequented Davenport’s store, Quills and Sofas, and had become enamoured by his friendly and fun demeanor, but kept her feelings a secret from everyone, even her friends. Hearing him mentioned in the context of the story made her cheeks and ears turn bright red.

She hid her face behind the book and started reading her fantasy to herself. The unnamed unicorn protagonist flirted and danced for the entrepreneur, getting him excited enough to perform sexual acts upon him, much to Discord’s delight. Twilight admitted to herself that she had a special fondness for this particular fantasy.

“You should tell Davenport that you like him! Then you two could go on dates!”

Twilight closed the book and shook her head vigorously. “It’s not like that! I just have a little crush on him. I’d never tell him I liked him! Besides, I think he’s married.”

“Oooh, so you don’t like-like him, you just like liking him?”

“Exactly!” Twilight exclaimed. “Plus, there’s a huge difference between fantasy and reality. In a fantasy, I don’t have to worry about anything else. It starts at the beginning and finishes at the end, and after it’s done, life goes on. No one has to know what I was doing. It’s like…” she looked at the green cover of the story she wrote. “It’s like a book!”

“Okay…” Pinkie turned her head and scrunched her mouth to one side. “So why can’t you share your fantasies with other ponies, besides Davenport? You share your other books.”

“Because they'll think I’m crazy!”

“Twilight, everypony has fantasies,” Pinkie offered. “Even our friends.”

“Not like this!” she cried, holding up the book. “They don’t fantasize about being magically forced to have sex with other ponies!”

“I’m sure lots of ponies have that exact fantasy!”

“How do you know that?” Twilight asked, surprised.

Pinkie rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and smiled. “Just a hunch.”

Twilight huffed and began gathering up the tea mugs. She’d written these kinds of stories for a very long time, but never shared them with anyone, not even Spike. She realized how alone she’d been and how good it felt to be accepted, even if it was from Pinkie Pie, the strangest pony she knew. Nopony else needed to know.

Pinkie exaggeratedly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re weird at all.”

“Thanks, Pinkie.”

Twilight put the green book back and smiled at all the other stories she’d written. Just thinking about them made her hot and bothered, though she didn’t show it. Maybe she could share one of her other fantasies too? It would certainly give them something to occupy their night. She began scanning the books for a suitable one to share.

“What about make-believe?”

“What?” Twilight looked back at Pinkie Pie.

“We could pretend your story is real! Like a play!” Pinkie started grinning wildly like she does when she gets an idea. “Then it would start at the beginning, finish at the end, and after it’s done, life would go on!”

Twilight stared at her in disbelief, turning to face her directly. “What?”

“No one has to know what we did. It’s even in the book!” Pinkie grabbed the party book and flipped through it. “‘What happens in the room stays in the room.’ That means we keep it a secret!”

What Pinkie said was enticing. If it was only pretend, then it would still be a fantasy. Pinkie was very accepting of it and they had the equipment. Twilight had already begun to wish she could be alone to play out the fantasy in her mind. So why not with her friend? All they needed to do was act it out. It was outrageous, but there was no reason for her not to at least try it.

“Do… do you really want to act out that story with me?” Twilight asked. She felt completely exposed and embarrassed.

“Sure!” Pinkie grinned widely. “I can be Davenport and you can be the unicorn!” Pinkie cheered and began to reattach the strap-on she was wearing before. “By the way, what’s the name of the unicorn?”

Twilight blushed hard. She didn’t name her because she didn’t want to incriminate herself in the event that someone found the book, though she did little to hide that the character was modeled after herself. “Um, she doesn’t have a name.”

“What?” Pinkie was shocked.

“But you can just call her Ms. Sparkle.” It was the name she always imagined Davenport using for her. She blushed more.

“Okey Dokey!”

“Alright,” Twilight began, trying to shake her feelings of embarrassment. “I’m going to pretend you’re Davenport. Discord put a spell on me to make me flirty with you and you slowly get into it until we, uh, get intimate.” She wasn’t so sure about that last part, but if things got weird, she could always stop. It was just a fantasy after all.

“Sounds great!” Pinkie looked Twilight in the eye. “Ready, Ms. Sparkle?” Pinkie asked.

Twilight gulped. “Ready.”

“Action!”

Pinkie put on her most masculine face, jutting her jaw out a little, but it made her look more silly than male.

The two ponies stared at each other for a moment.

“Psst!” Pinkie whispered loudly. “You’re supposed to be flirting with me!”

Twilight opened her mouth to speak, as if the pony in front of her were a stallion, but stopped and closed her mouth. She then reached her hoof out as if to stroke her, but put her hoof down.

Pinkie whispered again. “Discord’s making you do it, remember?”

Twilight shut her eyes and shook her head. She sat down and covered her face with her forehooves. “I can’t do this, it’s too weird!”

“Okay.” Pinkie sat down too, causing her strap-on to point directly at Twilight. “Can we do anything to make it less weird?”

Twilight looked at her friend and then down at her toy, and then back at Pinkie. She scrunched an eyebrow and tightened one corner of her mouth as if to ask if anything could possibly be weirder.

Pinkie pleaded with her big blue eyes. She really wanted to make this work for Twilight, and was probably willing to do anything.

Twilight started to think of ways she could make it easier. Maybe some kind of spell. She glanced down at the phallus again and an idea popped into her mind. In her fantasy, it was Discord’s magic that affected the unicorn’s mind, but for the purposes of this scene, it could be her own. And one particular spell came to mind.

“I could enchant your strap-on.”

“You could enchant Slimmie?” Pinkie asked hopefully, smiling once again.

Twilight turned her head to one side. “You named your… toy?”

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “I name all my toys, don’t you?” Pinkie made a thoughtful face. “I wonder how Pinkle and Mr. Big are doing?”

“Anyway…” Twilight nervously steered the conversation back to the situation at hoof, “I could enchant it with the Want-It-Need-It spell. It might make me forget about how weird this all is. The only problem is it’s a visual proximity spell.”

“A what?”

“It means the closer it is and the better you can see it, the more of an effect it will have on you. If you looked at it, you might be affected by it.”

“That’s okay, I just won’t look at it!” Pinkie turned her head up, doing her best not to look at it.

“Hm…” Twilight thought for a moment and then ran to her wardrobe. After searching through it for a few seconds, she came back with a pair of pink tinted goggles.

“You should wear this.” She levitated it onto Pinkie Pie’s face. “They’re my old magic safety goggles from school and they’ll protect you from the spell.”

Pinkie glanced around the room through her new lenses. “Ooh, everything looks so rosy!”

“Alright, now to cast the spell…” She knew the Want-It-Need-It spell in its original form wouldn’t do, so she decided to adjust the spell. She concentrated on how the unicorn in her fantasy reacted to Discord’s spell and held on to that idea as she cast the spell.

Twilight’s horn glowed and shot a bolt of magic at ‘Slimmie’. She could immediately feel the aura of the augmented Want-It-Need-It spell taking affect on her. Years of magical training had taught her how to defend against such mind-affecting spells, and she instinctively resisted it, turning her face away and averting her eyes.

She took a deep breath. “Ready, um, “Davenport”?”

“Yep!” Pinkie stood up, putting on her stallion face again.

“Action!”

Twilight look up and spotted the enchantment, allowing the spell to take control. She was filled with desire for the object. Her augmentation shifted her desire from wanting to own it to wanting to use it.

Another oddity of the spell was how much more powerful it was than she remembered. The last time she was under it’s effect, when she learned it at school, it felt like little more than a yearning desire. Over the years, however, her magical abilities had improved. Now she felt like the answers to all of life’s problems could be solved if and only if she could have the device that was currently jutting out from between Pinkie Pie’s legs.

Pinkie thought she saw hearts in the place of Twilight’s irises before she was bowled over. When she looked up, she saw Twilight was tugging at the strap-on trying desperately to take it.

“Why Ms. Sparkle!” Pinkie said, doing her best impression of Davenport. “Whatever are you doing to my cock?”

“I want it! I need it!” Mesmerized, Twilight put it in her mouth and clamped down with her teeth. She then pushed her hooves against Pinkie, trying to pull Slimmie free, but the straps held fast.

“Too much teeth!” Pinkie protested, and pushed against Twilight’s face. She managed to slip her mouth off the dildo and the two ponies flew apart in opposite directions.

Twilight stood up, shook herself off, and glanced at Pinkie’s toy. In a flash of inspiration, she realized she could still use it even if it was attached to that pink pony.

Pinkie just finished standing up. “Ms. Sparkle, you-” she began but was once again knocked backwards by Twilight’s enthusiastic charge. This time, however, she was mounted. Slimmie was scarcely visible between them as most of it was enveloped by Twilight’s pussy.

Pinkie felt Twilight thrust against her at a fast pace. The belt was tight, but shifted under Twilight’s eager movements, causing Slimmie to pleasantly massage Pinkie’s most sensitive area. She grinned with delight and put her forehooves behind her head.

Twilight felt like her world was turned inside out. A small part of her knew exactly what she was doing, and how incredibly wrong it was. This wasn’t her fantasy at all! She was supposed to be tender and gentle with Davenport, and thus Pinkie. The spell wasn’t supposed to be this strong! And she was definitely not supposed to be humping her friend!

But the majority of her seized the moment, gripped by the spell’s aura and enhanced with the sexual stimulation that flowed through her and from her. She wanted it. She needed it. And she was going to do anything to get it.

She rocked back and forth hard, taking the full length of the stroke while simultaneously grinding her sensitive clitorus against Pinkie, all the while looking directly at the enchanted dildo. Her body responded as it normally would to such stimulation, with wetness, spasms, and pleasure. The spell worked its magic and filled every other sense with the insatiable desire for what was filling her, and she felt the buildup of tension within her. Twilight started moaning, mentally begging for more. The pleasure came in increasing waves of intensity until they exploded into an ultimate climax, signaled by a scream from Twilight.

“Are you having fun, Twilight?” Pinkie asked cheerfully.

Twilight was sweating from the exercise. She felt a moment of pure bliss. Her body pulsed with pleasure beyond what she had ever imagined. Her mind felt complete, like she finally had all of her heart’s desires all at once.

“Yes…” she managed.

“Me too!” Pinkie grinned.

Then the moment of repose ended, and her mind was once again overtaken by the artificially instilled desire for the strap-on. She began to move again, faster this time, sheathing and unsheathing the enchanted phallus into her delicate, sensitive pussy.

Twilight continued in this manner for a while. She changed positions several times, turning sideways, backwards, tilting one way and then another, all the while staring at the enchantment and pumping her body, pressing through orgasm after blissful orgasm.

Pinkie was still laying back with her forelegs behind her head, but her smile had faded into a slack-jawed open-mouth expression. While Twilight was busy taking Slimmie, her own libido had been titillated by the motions and moans and she was ready to do something beyond just watching.

“Twilight? I think that’s enough,” Pinkie offered, hesitantly.

“NO!” Twilight growled, not taking her heart-filled eyes off the toy. Her mind was saturated with sex and the need to be filled, with the remaining part of her sanity nowhere to be found.

“Come on, it’s my turn!” Pinkie complained. She tried to sit up, gently pushing Twilight aside.

“It’s mine!” The unicorn yelled, gripping the toy tightly with her sore vaginal walls. She reached her hoof back and slapped Pinkie Pie across the face with her hoof, spinning the goggles to the side and pushing them up along Pinkie’s forehead.

A look of competitive anger flashed across Pinkie’s face. “No, its mine!” she cried, pushing Twilight off completely.

The purple unicorn rolled once before pouncing back at the pink pony. “I NEED IT!” she yelled. She charged into Pinkie again, but she braced against it, the only effect being the tinted goggles being flung off the top of Pinkie’s head. The unicorn did her best to get a grip on Slimmie with her mouth, but Pinkie pushed her so she only got the straps. She pulled at them anyway, trying to take the whole harness.

“I need it!” Pinkie yelled back, pulling the dildo away and trying to push Twilight off. Then she undid the belt and slipped out of it, causing Twilight to tumble backwards with the harness straps while Pinkie held onto the dildo part. She immediately inserted it with one hoof and started stimulating herself with the other.

The long awaited fulfillment of sexual pleasure flooded Pinkie with selfish satisfaction. Her mouth opened and closed, going back and forth between a wide grin and an open mouth as her hooves moved faster and faster.

Twilight landed hard against the stand of the rolling blackboard. The jolt expelled the magical effect from her mind and she watched spiraling stars dance around her head.

When she could finally focus again, she stood up and saw with a clear mind the spectacle that Pinkie was making of herself. She was sliding around on her rump, her legs shamelessly spread wide, Slimmie pleasuring her inside and her own hoof on the outside. The influence of the spell gone, the whole scene was ludicrous.

What had she done? Pinkie was trying to be accepting of Twilight’s fantasy and roleplaying it out, but now she was literally rolling on the floor making a fool out of herself. She had been so carried away by desire, she completely ignored Pinkie.

Her eyes rolled inside her head as her body registered the discomfort and soreness of Slimmie’s past presence. She had never been penetrated so hard for so long. It felt good to be sore down there, and she knew it would last for days, but now wasn’t the time to be enjoying it. She needed to undo the spell and they needed to talk about it. Maybe Pinkie wouldn’t be too upset with her?

Twilight focused and a white burst of magic sprang forth from her horn, scoring a direct hit on the dildo. The magical aura vanished and she trotted up. “Pinkie, are you alright?”

Pinkie was on her back, eyes closed, still fully engrossed in her activity. Her forehooves continued their independent motions, occupying her mind with intense physical pleasure. Amid the throes of overwhelming sensation, she bucked hard with her hind legs, throwing her into the air. She landed onto her front, sliding her chin and chest across the ground. She didn’t stop though, and continued to touch herself. Another buck spun her around, putting her on her back again.

“Pinkie?”

“Yes!!!” Pinkie screamed loudly as she came. Twilight watched her whole body spasm and shake as she relished in the pleasure flowing through her body. She started to giggle, slowly at first and then faster. Soon, she was laughing hysterically and wiggling all over. Slimmie fell out and was pushed away with a stray kick.

Twilight was thoroughly confused, but waited patiently as her friend’s fits of laughter died down. “Are you okay?” she asked.

Pinkie sprang up from the ground. “That was amazing!” she cried. “I never knew we could have so much fun!” She grabbed Twilight and hugged her.

“I’m so sorry!” Twilight apologized. “It was supposed to be sweet and kind! I got carried away! I was so selfish! I was only thinking of me!” Her throbbing marehood reminded her how euphoric the experience was, but she tried her best to pretend it wasn’t.

“Silly pony!” Pinkie laughed. “That’s exactly how a fantasy is supposed to be!”

“But I hit you!”

Pinkie waved a dismissive hoof. “It happens.”

“And I put a spell on you!”

Pinkie shook her head. “You told me not to look at Slimmie, so I didn’t!”

“But… you said you needed it…” Twilight stammered. “What happened?”

Pinkie launched into a high-speed explanation. “You went off script immediately and I just didn’t know what Davenport would have said, so I thought about making something up and asked myself what would Davenport say? And I answered myself “Ms. Sparkle, you’re acting so strangely!” but when my goggles came off, I panicked and just started saying what you were saying.”

Pinkie took a deep breath and then continued.

“Then I pushed you off and Slimmie got inside of me and boy was that fun! He took me and I touched myself and I got so excited I started flipping all over the place! But then I started coming, and when I do that, I start to laugh, and then you came over and I told you how amazing it was.”

Pinkie raised both her forelegs up cheerfully. “It was totally amazing!!!”

Twilight breathed a relaxing sigh. Pinkie wasn’t upset at all; in fact, she was thrilled. She began to process the intensity of what just happened. Her legs felt wobbly, her inner self felt ravaged, and the satisfaction of afterglow flowed through her body. As she reveled in the feeling, her mind began to ponder the long term implications of their actions. She started to sweat with concern.

“So, we had sex, right?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yep!”

Twilight was worried. Was their friendship ruined? Were they dating now? How was any of this even possible?

“Are things going to be awkward between us now?”

“Nope!” Pinkie smiled. “It was just a fantasy! It started at the beginning, finished at the end, and now life goes on. No one has to know what we did. Unless you want to tell somepony about it?”

Though Pinkie Pie was eager to share it, Twilight was not. If rumors spread about her fantasies or what she had done, it would completely humiliate her. And what would happen if word reached Princess Celestia?

She shook her head vigorously. “No, let’s just keep this between us.”

“Okay!”

Exhaustion finally claimed the purple unicorn. Her legs were beginning to give out as her extreme workout on Pinkie’s toy took its toll. She wanted and needed sleep. Plus, it was way past her bedtime.

“It’s time for bed,” Twilight said in a daze. Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement.

Twilight levitated the mattresses out into the middle of the floor and made them up with the sheets. She then magically dimmed the lights so the whole room was only lit by the small orange glow of the fading fire.

Pinkie Pie hopped onto one of the mattresses. She pulled herself under the covers and settled in for the night. “Good night, Twilight!”

Twilight got into the other one, and smiled lovingly at her accepting friend. “Good night, Pinkie,” she said, and closed her eyes.