Young Colts, Tight Bondage

by SwiperTheFox

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Spike, Comedy, Sex
Length: 22975

Twilight discovers "Young Colts, Tight Bondage", the hottest novel among young mares.

Twilight accidentally comes upon "Young Colts, Tight Bondage", the literary sensation despised by critics and adored by teenage mares all across Equestria. She feels herself drawn into the series and spending a lot of her alone time with the books. She finds out that the author, an obscure Ms. E. I. Xirt, will be visiting Ponyville soon. Twilight tracks down her idol, but she's in for a weird surprise.

This is rated teen, but it's on the heavy side as you'd expect. Nothing too explicit.

Published 2012-04-03 10:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-14 08:11:25 UTC

Part One

Twilight stuck her head into the huge cardboard box, looking all across every inch of it. “Nope, I guess I got all of them,” she muttered. She popped herself out and took a deep breath. “If I could only save just one of them, then I’ve made a difference.” She smiled as she glanced around at the books, all perfectly shelved and categorized in her library shelves.

And, to think, the Hoofington library system was just going to shred all these so-called ‘unwanted’ books. Shred them. Seriously! Twilight shivered at the very thought of even one lonely book shoved into a giant pair of metal teeth, a dark chill going up her spine. She looked back at the empty box, smiling once more.

Twilight stepped over to the nearby table, magically lifting over a little glass of lemonade. She had just enough time for some easy-breezy recreational reading before Spike came from his little date with Sweetie Belle. She plopped herself down on a fluffy green pillow, feeling the light lace edges almost tickling along her flanks, and she made a happy sigh. Time to devour all these new works!

Without even looking at the shelves, she magically lifted over a thin novella and slid it into her hooves. She took another sip of her lemonade. She sped through the first page, stopping at an ugly black stain besides the binding. Ugh, what are ponies thinking? She muttered a short cleaning spell. The stain vanished, making her grin. The rest of the letters suddenly started to disappear, and her heart started to race.

“No, no,” she called out, throwing the book out of her hooves. That was one of those rare first editions! She rattled off an ‘undo’ spell. The book glowed with her purple aura. The letters started to jumble up into some kind of senseless letter soup. She blinked. The letters flicked once again. “What, did somepony curse these books or something?”

Just this book… if there was a problem with the other ones, I’m sure that my senses would have picked that up. Twilight saw the book change color and inflate to twice its size like a balloon. Her aura disappeared from over it, and the letters lined up into some new story. Okay, it’s back to normal now. But now it’s a different book, though… no title?

She felt a little rush of suspense, just wondering what the book said inside post-concealment spell. It had the oddest cover— an image of two pale white hooves holding a bright red apple all atop a solid black background. Twilight picked the book up, sitting back in her pillow.

She spotted a little note written atop the first page. “Every girl in Equestria’s got this under a dresser somewhere, why not you? Forget what the critics say, and obey that little feeling in between your legs. Love, Fleur De Lis,” Twilight read aloud.

Well, that’s odd to say the least. Twilight took a little breath. She started reading the story itself, taking yet another sip of lemonade.

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He saw me. I saw him. It’s almost funny how simple those moments in life can be, and how powerful they eventually become. My mother told me several times that one Hooftington saying: “It only takes one tree to make a thousand matches. It only takes one match to burn a thousand trees.” Those words stuck around with me forever.

I saw Jack Bolt. I can’t describe the feeling to anyone. I can’t even describe it to myself. My eyes feasted upon every last inch of his flowing, bluish grey mane. It wiggled and curled in the wind, looking as if it just naturally beckoned to me. I took in his handsome face. Oh, praise Celestia, that face! In another life, wars would have been fought of kingdom against kingdom over that face.

I fell completely in love with those wonderful, big blue eyes. My gazed traced down the sweat going along his muscular shoulders down his hooves. His coat had such perfect, cuddly grey fur. His wings shot out proud and strong. Even his name was so strong. Jack Bolt. Bolt. He had “winner” written all over him.

I always had it in for the champion fliers. Oh, sure, other colts kept telling me it was weird when I grow up. I paid some attention to girls, just as expected for a stallion. “Hey, Cherry Fields,” my friends would say to me, “check out that hottie over there: little miss _____.” And then they’d rattle off the name of the bimbo of the week.

I always wanted something more. The best friend that wasn't distant. The one that would always be there for me. That knew me, my heart, and my very soul from the get-go. I guess mares just passed me by like yet another stupid poster on the schoolyard wall.

Everything that I ever wanted in a girl, I saw in Jack Bolt at that very moment on Hearts and Hooves Day. I saw safety. Trust. Honestly. Strength. Those hooves could hold me and protect me while never letting go. Bolt had a crowd of admirers around him. I overheard him taking about going to Spring Step’s place for an afternoon party. I have a break, I thought. That’ll be my chance.

Of course, I had to spend Hearts and Hooves Day doing more mindless bucking at my cousin’s apple orchard. That’s farm life. You’re born, you’re used up like a tube of toothpaste being squashed flat and curled up, and you get discarded into an old pile of trash. You have no life and no worth other than as a little puzzle piece that makes up the big picture of “family communities with family values”. There’s no strangers allowed and no sinning allowed in farm life. So much as spit in the wrong spot, and you know somepony will complain to your aunt. Farm life. It’s like death, only you’re living it.

As Bolt walked away from the edge of the Cherry orchard, the weight suddenly just slammed on me. He was a… a… colt. Colts don’t kiss colts. That just doesn’t happen. It’s like a river running upwards or the sun rising in the west. It was such a silly thought of mine. Boys kissing boys.

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“Ugh, not another melodramatic lovey-dovey story,” Twilight muttered. Her eyes went up to the top of the next page, pausing. She curled around in the pillow. It’s just so poorly written in every way. Everything is so cliché. It’s such obvious pandering. The mare reading is supposed to put herself in the hooves of the lonely farm colt, and the changed perspective makes it even more titillating than just a normal reader self-insert. I’ll bet Bolt is the worst Gary Stu imaginable, too. Totally perfect, handsome, kind, and everything…

Twilight started to stand up, setting the book on the nearby table. She felt some kind of little sensation deep inside of her. It almost seemed like being rubbed up with sandpaper inside, only it actually felt kind of good. I guess I can… give it a shot. I’ll skip ahead a little. She went over to a page a while in, and she went back to reading. She kept on sipping the lemonade.

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And as Jack Bolt gently lifted the pantyhose upwards on the stallion’s soft, supple things, he leaned over and buried his face along the warm flesh of his back. He breathed in deep to take every last drop of that enchanting musk from a hard day’s work bucking at the apple orchard. Bolt quivered in anticipation— every touch of the stallion’s throbbing red flesh shooting electricity into him. Oh, there would be bucking tonight. Guaranteed.

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Twilight opened her mouth up wide, lemonade dripping along the sides of her mouth. Oh… my… Celestia… She closed her eyes. She magically flipped over to the end of the book. She took a gulp, and she opened up her eyes again.

“Young Colts, Tight Bondage by Ms. E. I. Xirt?” Twilight read aloud. She felt her heart racing and her hooves shivering. “Why am I wasting my time with this trash?” She magically lifted up the book over her head, picturing hurling it against the wall.

She stopped. She sighed instead, delicately placing the book back on the appropriate shelf. I'll just deal with it later. It's our policy, clear as crystal. We do not refuse any donations. Period. No matter how... stupid the book is. I'll have to keep it away from Spike for the time being, though. She magically picked up her glass and headed over to the kitchen.

Spike popped through the front door, positively beaming. He strutted down the floor like a king, shoulders held up high at every step. Twilight, head leaning out of the kitchen door, gave him a blank look. Spike swung up his left paw and ran it over his head.

"Have fun?" Twilight asked. She knew the answer, of course.

"Sweetie Belle is everything that... she's just..." Spike said, twirling around and collapsing onto a pile of blankets against the wall, "she's the world. She's everything I could ever need. Her... it's... and all the..." He trailed off as he flapped his arms, almost like he was making an imaginary snowdragon in the blankets. His face glazed over at the thought of Sweetie's hooves on him once more.

"Spike!"

The baby dragon flipped his head over at Twilight.

"And..." She pointed a hoof over at the mound of dishes besides her.

"Yes, Twilight," he muttered, heading over.

It's not like I have time to waste frittering about in dates. Neither does he. Not when we need to go through all of those neo-classical macro-economic projection reports Celestia sent us, sheesh! Twilight walked over to her bedroom. She heard Spike whistling, and she froze at a middle step. Oh, of course, it's... well... I had time to read "Young Colts, Tight Bondage" or at least part of it today, for Pete's sake. I shouldn't run him so ragged. And do I really just... feel sad to see him happy?

She glanced up, looking at her reflection in a big framed picture of her alongside the Hooftington pegasus memorial. She had a gigantic frown plastered on her face, ears drooping. It's so unfair of me to think like that. He's happy. I should want him to be happy. She shook her head and kept on heading to her room.

I guess it's just that he's bounced from Rarity to Apple Bloom and now to Sweetie Belle. She jumped up into her bed. And I've got... I've had... She shut her eyes tight. "Nopony," she whispered.

"I saw safety. Trust. Honestly. Strength. Those hooves could hold me and protect me while never letting go."

Twilight shot upwards. She was about to ask who was there, but she immediately had that same odd feeling inside of her from just a few minutes before. Oh, great!

"Ugh, book, get out of my head," she muttered, clutching her hooves against her temples.

"I always wanted something more. The best friend that wasn’t distant. The one that would always be there for me."

"Ugh!" Twilight bounced out of her room and joined Spike in the kitchen. He idly looked up to see her grabbing the things for dinner. She engrossed herself in the whisks, cups, and plates. It hardly made a difference.

"It was such a silly thought of mine. Boys kissing boys."

Twilight mashed the enormous pot into the oven. She popped backwards, almost slamming her head into the refrigerator. Spike opened his mouth to say something, but she shook her head and just pointed over at the bag of powdered sugar.

"Oh, there would be bucking tonight."

Twilight slid over a fork, knife, and spoon to Spike's spot. The baby dragon smiled, and he started babbling on again about his date. He might as well have been reading the phone book for all Twilight cared.

"Boys kissing boys."

"Boys kissing boys," Twilight muttered.

"What was that, Twilight?" Spike asked, barely looking up from his plate.

"Uh, nothing! Nothing!" She suddenly stood up straight, eyes fluttering all around the room. "I'm just... uh... thinking about... needing... when... uh, would you like some ketchup?"

"You want to put ketchup on the macaroni and cheese?"

Twilight locked eyes with Spike. She felt her eyelids wiggling. Her teeth clenched, as if by instinct.

"Oh, there would be bucking tonight."

"Twilight, are you--"

"What-I-meant-was-to-say-that-I'm-feeling-weird-and-I-need-to-use-the-restroom-ASAP," Twilight rattled off, spinning around the kitchen table, "Excuse me!" She sped out the room and over to a library shelf, almost slamming into it. She shot a quick glance behind her, seeing Spike just shrug and go back to his dinner.

Twilight magically lifted out her new favorite book and hurled it at herself. She caught the book in her mouth and sped up to the upstairs bathroom. She slid across the floor tiles into the bathtub. She let out a little happy sigh as she magically shut the door and locked it.

"Now, then..." she said, smiling as she flipped around to the page she left off.

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Oh, there would be bucking tonight. Guaranteed.

I walked up behind the two lovebirds, eager to join in on the fun sooner rather than later. My hooves naturally ran to Buckle Berry's back, curling around his side. He felt so strong, so powerful as I embraced his whole body. Jack, for his part, had already positioned himself around Berry's flank. I shifted to the left and let my face rub up against Berry's back up into his mane. I loved how it tickled my nose. He had the most wonderful scent. The farmer's scent. He'd take anything physical that the world could throw at him, and buck the world senseless for it.

I moved my face along behind Berry's ears. They flickered, looking so unbelievably cute. I gave them a little nibble. Berry let out a huge whinny, and I smiled even wider. I leaned back, taking in that stallion's whole wonderful face. I immediately shot forwards and put big, sloppy kisses around his neck.

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Twilight suddenly stopped herself. She curled her head to the left, still holding the book up just inches from her face. She become conscious of her left hoof, rubbing down her belly and making a beeline right for the place in between her legs. Her hoof, almost looking embarrassed for acting by instinct rather than conscious thought, flew up into the air.

Twilight wiggled her head around, sliding upwards in the tub. "I'm... I'm..." She glanced back at the book. That weird, warm feeling from deep inside of her had spread to every inch of her body. She somehow felt so hungry, so needy in a fundamental sense. "I'm not one of those mares." She wanted to punch herself in the face. "Doing weird things to myself. Wasting my reading time with such... such... Chick-lit!" She hated that last word-- the very concept behind that word-- with the burning fire of a thousand suns.

She stood up in the tub, gritting her teeth. She picked up the book and held it over her head. She hurled it right across the room into the trash can. She slid back down, and she breathed easy. That's the end of that. Glad, too, that was a close call. If only Celestia was watching me. She'd feel so sad that I got so close to the line. Of course, I'd never, ever be so indecent with myself.

"It was such a silly thought of mine. Boys kissing boys."

"Nope, not gonna listen," Twilight said, kneading her hooves against her chest, "No way."

"Boys kissing boys."

Boys.

Twilight stood up, face drained of emotion like an automaton.

Kissing.

She stepped out of the tub and walked across the room.

Boys.

"Buck it!" Twilight called out. She tossed herself face first into the trash can. She curled about on the ground for a second, holding the book up in the air above her like a trophy a second later.

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Bolt kept on smothering Berry's flank with kisses. I did the same thing all along Berry's neck, shoulders, cheeks, and just about everywhere in between. He clearly loved it. Goodness, his stomps and whinnies just seemed like a symphony to my ears. I couldn't take it much longer. I gazed into those superbly deep eyes of his, and I stuck out my lips. We kissed.

And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tongue along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other. We breezed through kiss after kiss. I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined.

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Spike walked up to the upstairs bathroom, worried about the muffled moaning and slipping noises. "Hey, Twilight," he said, "do you want me to... do something?" The torrent of sounds just went on. "Twilight?" He banged on the door.

To Be Continued...

Part Two

Twilight snapped out of her pleasure zone. She panted hard as she popped out of the bathtub, the book falling flat onto the floor. “I’m just, uh, I'm, yes, needing to, uh,” she stammered, trailing off into nothing. Spike's knocks stopped as he waited for a response. Twilight felt wet stuff dripping down her legs as she went to the nearby hamper, moistness soaking into her body’s coat. “I was, uh, just shaving!”

“Shaving?”

Twilight kicked the book under the hamper and frantically rubbed a towel around her sides. “Yeah, shaving… just to, ah… get freshened up for later…”

“What’s going on later?”

Twilight turned and stared at the locked door. Gosh, Spike! She stepped over and popped it open. “Spike, I just—”

“Wow, what happened to you?” Spike leaned back and his mouth opened.

Twilight slanted her head down, staring back at Spike. She slowly turned to the side and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She saw her mane poofed up, strands poking out every which way. Her eyes looked dilated. Oh, I guess I... really got more into it than I thought. "Spike, I was..." Gotta think of something. Gotta think of something. Gotta think of something. Think, you're supposed to be "the smart one", blast it!

"Sorry, Twilight, if this is one of those," Spike said, suddenly lowering his voice as if somepony was listening in. He stepped over to Twillight and whispered. "One of those girl things, right? Like biological things, stuff that just naturally happens to girl's bodies at your age?" Spike's cheeks started to flush, and he looked so adorable that Twilight almost wanted to snap a picture.

"Uh, sort of like that," Twilight replied, "I'll just need some 'me time', some 'girl time' by myself in the next few days." She stepped backwards and picked up a brush. I have to look less crazy. What if Pinkie shows up and invites me to yet another party? Or maybe Applejack pesters me about that eating contest of hers coming up? Ugh!

Spike simply nodded. "Don't worry, Sweetie Belle was telling me all about that. Little body flashes and everything, stuff you can't control. Sorry, I just didn't know." He headed over to the new mini-sofa over in the corner of Twilight's bedroom.

Little body flashes, yeah right! "Sure, whatever," Twilight said. She waited patiently until Spike had walked out of view to swing over, locking the door tight once again.

She pounced onto the hamper, knocking clothes and towels onto the floor. She eyed the book, and she shot out a hoof. She suddenly paused. What... what am I doing to myself? I need to go back to studying. I have a job to do. I can't spend the rest of my day locked in the bathroom.

She magically put the dirty stuff back into the hamper, and she nudged the book securely underneath. She turned to the mirror, and she finished up her hair. Okay, enough obsessing over coltcuddling stuff for now. I need to quit. After all, I already... relieved myself once today. Mares just do it once a day. Right?

She wiggled a bit, two brushes magically flowing through her mane. She glanced over, lifting up the toothbrush and toothpaste from the nearby cup. She smiled as she saw the reflective silver stars all around the toothbrush, thinking about how Luna's staff had been so kind handing out 'official Canterlot daily supplies' two weeks ago. She shoved it into her mouth.

"And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tongue along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

She hesitated. She took a breath, and she tried to keep on brushing. She stared at her reflection and tried to empty out her mind of any conscious thought. She felt herself calming down, body becoming colder. Ah, that's better. I'll just forget about that blasted book.

"I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined."

Twilight grit her teeth against the toothbrush almost snapping it in half. She glared at her reflection, trying to just go on brushing. She panted a little bit, although she knew she had to look unbelievably stupid.

"Our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

She tried her best to finish up, getting ready so that she could hop into bed as soon as studying ended. She finally stepped back from the mirror. She sighed. She looked back at the toothbrush. She hadn't thought much about it before, but all of the bumpy silver stars— a Luna staff trademark— coating the brush always felt odd to her touch. It was, for lack of a better word, groovy along her body fur.

She gazed at the brush. She didn't really have any conscious thought. Her eyes just traced down from the tip of the brush down the sleek plastic to the ribbed bumps while she felt a certain tingly feeling around in between her flanks. Ribbed... it's just so... so... ribbed... She leaned forward. She immediately shook her head from side to side. She rubbed her front hooves against her temples.

"I did not just seriously think about using my toothbrush in my— my— my—" Twilight called out, not able to get herself to say any anatomical words. "Praise Celestia!" She forced herself to think back to her studies. Macro-economic projections. Right. Macro-economic projections. She let out a low moan.

Mares aren't like this. Are they? No, that's not right. Colts. Colts have to sexually relieve themselves multiple times a day, since it's just the natural pattern of external stimuli interacting with their hormone balances. Not mares. Mares have different hormonal processes, so their relief patterns are more irregular. She barely believed herself, but she had to rationalize it all somehow. So, I guess I can be a little colt-like. Nothing wrong if it's just one day's problems. No worries. Now, time to work.

Twilight unlocked the door and headed back downstairs. She eyed the stack of binders against the wall, magically scooching it over. She plopped the first binder onto a table, and she started reading. Most other ponies wouldn't even know where to begin, but Twilight could speed through the reports without much mental effort. It felt grading— as simple to her as reading a clock and as boring as watching that clock tick.

She half-heartedly hoped for Pinkie to jump through the front door, inviting her to a party celebrating the newest DJ Pon-3 album release or the newest flavor of cake frosting or something. Anything! Of course, Twilight would complain to Pinkie about interrupting her study time all the same. She wouldn't be able to help it.

Twilight found herself half-way through the stack. She finally could look past the stack out the window, seeing Luna's beautiful night sky. Her eyes wandered over to the two squirrels snuggled inside her Maple tree. She picked up a pile of pale yellow folders and flipped through them, still keeping one eye on the furry couple. She jotted through a bunch of routine calculus, and she leaned her head down upon the table.

The taller squirrel curled his reddish-brown tail across his companion. Their little paws clutched each other's sides, and their heir legs propped up against a kink in the nearby branch. Twilight tried to guess, recalling Fluttershy saying that the smaller squirrel would be the bigger one's girlfriend. She magically picked up the last three binders. She glanced back one last time, seeing the smaller squirrel with her face buried in her boyfriend's chest.

"I'd never made out before."

Twilight stood up. She glanced at the clock. She could sleep well in tomorrow, but 1:42am was late enough to call it quits. She yawned, and she made her way back up the stairs to her bedroom like she had hundreds of times before. Alone.

She stopped besides the bathroom, the door just slightly ajar. The room had a little bit of moonlight flowing through it, almost seeming to beacon Twilight to come in. She took a step. She leaned her head down, and she stuck out her front left hoof. She felt the book floating over and resting atop her hoof. She took a deep breath.

Spike was deeply asleep. Twilight snuggled herself deep in her bed. She leaned over away from the baby dragon. One small, easy spell later, the books spine lit up like a little glowstick. She returned to her place, her head rubbing up against the pillows as she relaxed.

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How many times have I talked about "Bolt's beautiful face"? It sounds crazy, but it can't have been nearly enough. Somehow, he became totally a part of me. He didn't just complete me. He made me stronger; he made himself a piece of my very identity. His body felt like a thousand little imprints, like his champagne-scented kisses burned into my skin. Even if he was a hundred miles away, I still felt him.

And, that night, I knew that I would feel him... even more deeply. I felt a little tingling in my plot. I set the candles up, just as he wanted. I had the hay fries and special scrambled eggs lying all over our plates, just as he wanted. I had soft, smooth jazz from the 'Best of Octavia' album playing, just as he wanted. And, just as he wanted. I stood besides the foot of the table with my see-through golden apron on. Ready for him to throw my body upon the table and just 'take me' right then and there, just as he wanted.

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Twilight couldn't ignore herself anymore. She silently slid down a smooth pillow between her legs and floated over a derlict sock from atop the beside table. She shoved the sock into her mouth as she brought a hoof down her belly. Relief was coming and soon.

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The door opened up. Bolt stuck out one of those legs of his, sweat dripping off of them from a hard day of flying competition. I felt such hunger that I couldn't believe it, just wanting to throw myself down and lick up every last single drop. Blot slid open the door entirely, walking in and swaying his hips to the music. He had half his fliers outfit on, the leather rubbing up against his mane and curling against his body. I already could feel his mane flowing all over my face. I could smell that wonderful stallion's scent, that aroma of pure power and strength.

He stepped over, nodding silently. He flashed his winning smile. I kept on standing frozen, gazing at his beautiful body. Bolt went as if to sit down. He immediately stood up atop the chair. Our eyes met.

"You're the plate," he calmly said.

I knew exactly what he meant. Without a moment's hesitation, I hopped onto the table. I felt him propping his body over mine. His hooves dug into my chest, rubbing in little circles in his usual way. The rubbing, the pulling down of my fur onto his... just felt so erotic. I felt some tender warmth coming up my belly and sides, and I glanced down to see him putting the hay fries all onto my body.

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Spike let out a soft moan, tossing a few inches to the left. Twilight froze. She became conscious of her teeth dug into the sock, and one particular hoof of hers felt very wet. She could barely breathe. She waited for something else, some other peep from Spike.

Silence.

Twilight shifted the sock in her mouth. She bit down a little bit harder as she went back to her line. He legs clenched the pillow tightly between them.

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It felt so kinky. Oh, praise Celestia, I was almost crying from joy. Bolt curled his head over, and he brought his mouth against my belly. His tongue lapped up a hunk of hay fries, dripping his mouth's love juices all into my fur.

One of his hooves went right down towards the area in between my legs, while the rest kept on plopping food onto me. As much as I loved it, my body felt hungry. I needed him. I craved him. He couldn't just look at me. He had to touch me.

His mouth wandered all over my chest. His talented tongue slurped up chunk after chunk of eggs, running every so softly along my fur. It felt so squishy. He started to stop holding back from his bites, and that moment I just had to let it out.

"Bite harder!" I screamed. Bolt curled his face around my belly, right by my navel, and he thrust his mouth down.

"Yes, sir," he moaned, and the sensations of his teeth against my fur sent bursts of pleasure all through my body.

"Now, dig in with your teeth! Use your tongue, oh yeah, oh, that's it-- rub and touch it. Curl your tongue around and slurp. Don't hold back. Are you soaking my tummy with your mouth's flowing love juices yet? Go down. Down!"

He groaned loudly in approval, and I felt eggs littered across my bottom half.

"Are your muffled screams just popping up against those fluffy white eggs, your little of heaven? That's it. Bite with all your strength, right? You moaning yet? Ohhhhh, yes, turn those screams into moans! Let it all out, dammit, yes! BITE! BIIIIIIIIIITE!"

He panted so loud that I thought the neighbors would burst in.

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Twilight drifted off to the sleep that night after making it through about three-forths of the story. She woke up the next morning-- before Spike, thank goodness for her-- with torn up cottony pieces in her mouth and a stain-soaked pillow between her legs. She spat the pieces into the nearest trash can, and a quick little cleaning spell took care of the pillow. She stepped down the stairs to the main library, feeling like she had the most refreshing sleep she'd ever had in her entire life.

To Be Continued...

Part Three

Twilight sped through some early morning work, finding the next hoofull of statistical reports to be even more boring than the last. Spike made the best little combination of hay fries and apple fritters. She stared at her plate for a while, trying to keep herself from mentally picturing herself throwing the food over a stallion’s belly and slurping it up. She felt angry almost. The only male she’ll probably see the entire day was just… Spike. She found her eyes locking on his tail as it wiggled, poking out of his chair.

No, no! I can’t possibly be thinking of doing weird things to Spike, can I? She picked up a mouthful of fritters and tried to glance just over her hoof at Spike slyly, who sat at the counter on the other side of the kitchen. The baby dragon paid no attention, looking totally lost in thought. It has to be about Sweetie Belle, right? That lucky thing.

She looked down at her empty plate, and she shook her head. Ugh, that book. It’s ruining my life. She got up and went over to the sink. Come on, now. It’s not like he wouldn’t enjoy you expressing some romantic interest in him. He happens to be, let’s be honest, the only guy in the vicinity. Who else would it be? She went to bang her head against the counter, stopping just inches above the marble.

No, just no! She shot one eye at Spike, just finishing up his breakfast, and another out the window at the bevy of mares going out their day’s errands. Oh, seriously, you’re not attracted to Spike. You’re just a little, uh, what’s the word that Rarity always used? ‘High in the mind’? And she would know… since she’s that way. She's sexually interested in ponies all of the time instead of some of the time. Twilight went back into the library and lifted over a stack of books and magazines to read. She felt pretty warm in her plot as she sat down in a pile of marshmallow-y pillows.

“Maybe I just need some ‘good morning relief’ for myself,” Twilight whispered. She found herself pretty well concealed already amidst the frilly pillows. She glanced up and, sure enough, Young Colts, Tight Bondage sat there atop the batch of study material. Does that blasted thing follow me around on its own or something? Goodness!

Before she even really thought about it, Twilight had herself surrounded by piles of books and sitting inside a volcano-like mound of pillows. She propped the coltcuddling novel right in front of her, and both her fornt hooves immediately went down her belly.

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“Oh, Bolt,” I moaned. He rubbed his face along my neck, teeth scraping against my ear. His mane mixed into mine so naturally.

“That’s not what the likes of you can call me, slave!” Bolt called out, slapping my left flank hard. I cooed like a little kitten from the combination of three parts pleasure and one part pain.

“Oh, master,” I moaned, wiggling my plot and shifting my head besides his. The tight metal restraints seemed to stab my bottom hooves. “I want you, master. Please, relieve yourself inside my mouth.”

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“Well, I’ll be off soon,” Spike muttered. Twilight shivered as she snapped back to reality. “I’ll be at Rarity’s place once again.” She leaned over, looking in between stacks of books. “Okay, Twilight?”

This is bad! Bad, bad, bad! Why are you doing this… with him right there… right where he might be able to see you relieving yourself? The harder her mind objected, the faster her hooves moved in between her legs. Twilight bit her lip, trying her best not to scream. She brought in a torrent of little breaths. He can see you any second… any moment now… getting caught…

“G-g-great,” Twilight moaned. She meekly waved a hoof off to the left— the one that looked the least sticky. “S-s-see you l-later.”

Spike had a pretty confused expression, but he went ahead and waved back. He headed to the door. Twilight closed her eyes, hooves moving on her body by pure instinct. Somehow, it all felt too much. Oh, yeah, Spike. I’ll bet you don’t care about me. Not at all. You just want to be with Sweetie Belle. That’s right. Do you kiss her? Oh, yeah, I know you do. I saw you too making out besides Sugarcube corner. Your dragon tounge is pretty talented. I'll bet the contrast of that with her soft, supple body makes you crazy.

Her hooves sped up. Do you do anything more than kiss her, Spikey-wikey? Do you know the birds and the bees? Are you making Sweetie Belle into a mare? Making her grow up? How is she taking it? Oh, you are a NAUGHTY dragon, aren’t you? She smacked her head against the table, and she bit hard against a quill. Of course you are! You’ve got such a naughty girl as your best friend!

Twilight opened her eyes. Drool dripped from her mouth. Her imagination alone wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She magically slid over Ms. E. I. Xirt’s book, and she propped it open.

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“I want you, master. Please, relieve yourself inside my mouth.”

“I can’t hear you,” he said, stepping over. He rested his front hooves against my shoulders, head nudged into my mane. I could feel all of my locks tickling his beautiful face.

“I want it!” I hollered. He slid forwards, and I prepared to receive him. I had my mouth wide open, panting hard in between screams. “Please master, fill me up! Squirt every last drop straight into me!”

“Into where?”

“My tummy!” I hollered, stamping down hard despite the restraints. “Fill up my tummy, please. Every last drop. Every last little piece. Give me it all. Master!”

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Twilight felt the delicious stuff, flowing like melted white chocolate into her mouth, just as vividly as if she was there. She felt the rusty metal clamps rubbing up against her legs. She smelled the sweaty musk of a stallion, passions built up from a long day of flying.

Twilight was close, very close.

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My master thrust forward. I knew that I was about to enter paradise. Big, sloppy kiss after big, sloppy kiss went on. I made sure to press down a little bit with my teeth, not too much, but just enough to make master giggle from the pleasure.

Master dug his face deep into my back. I felt him drooling over my fur, and I can’t tell you how much a loved it. I could sense ripples of pure pleasure like electricity shooting through his sides. I gave the sloppiest slurp, and he rewarded me by curling his head.

I felt a chomping, coming down hard, and master pulled my mane. His teeth dug in, and I slurped faster. He smelled like a boy, his wonderful scent and his profuse sweat dripping all over me, but his soft whinnies went on and on— sounding just like a little filly. He knew that I wanted what he wanted, and his thrusts went out of control.

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Twilight snapped the quill in two in her mouth. She threw her head back, smashing into a stack of reports. She let out a chopped scream, trying her best to keep it in. Her legs wiggling uncontrollably, Twilight managed to slide out of the stack of pillows and prop herself onto the flat floor.

After a moment, her breaths returned to normal. She felt the thousand little bursts of pure joy going off in her head start to subside, and she curled around. Her eyes locked at her dripping wet hooves. They looked stickier than usual— although she hadn’t been doing this sort of thing for very long— and smelled a bit stronger than usual. Well, that was… was… interesting… I guess.

“I thought only boys were supposed to 'go' like that... or that they…” she muttered. She stood up, but she had trouble maintaining her senses. I feel like a boy inside, as needy as a boy. I really do. "Oh, Celestia, please...

*Knock, knock*

The blood drained from Twilight’s face. Of all the times somepony could come over, now? NOW! She hobbled to the side.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Twilight’s ears perked at the stronger pounding against the door, and she sighed. She walked over and pulled open the door. He eyes immediately closed at the bright light.

“I brought you a letter!” a voice called out in front of her.

“Thanks, Derpy,” Twilight muttered. She tried to force her eyes open as she stuck out her hoof.

“Pffffff…” spat out the voice. Twilight wiggled her head. She looked out and saw Rainbow Dash standing in front of her, a smug look on the pegasus’ face.

“Since when do you deliver mail?” Twilight’s eyebrows curled up as she leaned forwards.

“Since the department decided to have someone awesome enough to manage things with as much speed as possible and to do it with a smile,” Dash remarked, slanting her head back and flashing a huge grin. It looked more sinister than friendly— like the cat that just ate the canary.

Twilight shrugged. She magically lifted up her package and batch of letters from atop Dash’s back. The other mare slid her saddlebags up her back a little with her wings, tapping her sparkling white hat with a hoof. Twilight put the items onto her table, smiling back at Dash.

“You know, about Derpy,” Dash said, suddenly looking solemn as if had a black veil going over her face.

“What about Derpy?”

“Since the accident… we’ve hoped that it would only be a matter of weeks… emphasis on the word ‘hope’,” Dash said, leaning her head against the door.

“Accident?” Twilight tried to keep calm. What accident? What on earth is all this? Hasn’t… She suddenly realized that she had had Spike get the mail every single day for the past couple weeks.

“Yeah, that unfortunate incident with Lyra’s juggling chainsaws, all to show off those new ‘hands’ of hers.” Dash just stared at the wood, ignorant of the confusion on Twilight’s face. “So terrible… so many screams…” She snapped back and stood up straight.” But that’s not important. What is important is that Derpy will be recovering pretty much immediately. Isn’t that just—” She curled her face, making her lips pucker and cheeks look extremely cute. “So awesome!”

“Yes, yes,” Twilight replied. Sheesh! I need to get out more. I’m so out of the loop.

Dash turned to fly off, but she suddenly stopped. She locked eyes with Twilight before slowly lowering her head down. Twilight felt very nervous and self-conscious, as if Dash’s eyes were hooves touching all over your body.

“Oh, and congratulations!”

“For what?”

“Looks like somepony just lost her—” Dash lowered her voice, putting a hoof around her mouth. “Hymen.”

“Hi, ah end?”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Dash made that horribly smug face with arched up cheeks and big eyes that Twilight despised.

“I don’t…”

“Was it lefty?” Dash grabbed Twilight’s front left hoof, wiggling it a little. The unicorn snapped back. “Or righty?” She went for the right, but Twilight just stepped back at the last second. Dash tumbled down onto the empty air.

“Goodbye, Dash.” Twilight went to slam the door.

“Please, please,” Dash said, putting a saddlebag in the space, “I was only foolin’ around. Honest.” Twilight’s angry expression faded; she hadn’t hear Dash sound this earnest for a while. “Besides, I was just seriously curious if it had anything to do with Ms. Xirt.”

“I don’t know who that is," Twilight flatly replied. Dash simply shrugged, and mouthed something. Twilight nodded, and she shut the door completely. She then leaned over, slid down onto the ground, and sighed.

To Be Continued...

Part Four

Twilight glanced down at the mail. Nothing looked to be of any importance, so she just lifted the stack up to the closest bookshelf. I’ll look at all that later. She walked over to the kitchen and made herself a huge iced tea, getting to work a moment later.

She finished going through her reports pretty quickly, shoving them all to the far corner of the library. Spike still hadn’t come back yet. She expected him to make a late afternoon lunch like always, although she felt pretty foolish for thinking that after only a few minutes of waiting. Little squirt is running around with Sweetie— going bowling, to the movies, walking in the park, buying her flowers, and everything else. That… ungrateful twerp. A pang of conscience shot out from deep inside her. Well, he can be happy. He should be happy.

She stood up, grabbing a satchel from besides the door. Okay, fine, I guess I shouldn’t feel jealous. She stomped in place. Of course, I’m not jealous. It’s just that his proper place is with me. Me! “What does he see in her, anyway?” Twilight asked nopony in particular, opening up the door.

Wait, you’re not just going to stalk him, are you? Stake out Rarity’s place for him? Twilight looked outside, and she turned back, glaring at herself in the slivery door handle. She took a deep breath.

“No, I’m just… surveying the situation,” she muttered. Well, you still need an excuse to go over to Rarity’s place, don’t you? Otherwise it would just look weird. “What’s weird about hanging outside a building and peeking at ponies from underneath a bush?” Her reflection frowned at her. “Okay, okay.” She glanced over at the table where she had sat. She eyed the coltcuddler book, wrapped up in an old brown jacket.

Hmmm, I’ve been meaning to get that raggedy thing replaced with something or fixed or whatever. That’s enough of an excuse as any. As she slumped the jacket over her back, the book fell down between her legs. She paused. Her rational mind told her to just leave it her, none of her friends should see her reading such chick-lit trash.

Her eyes suddenly locked at the cover. “Ms. E. I. Xrit,” she whispered, “Of course! That’s what Dash meant!” She reads this stuff too! Gosh, it just seemed like yesterday that she wouldn’t pick up anything. Then, it was the Daring Do stories. I guess she took to it immediately. Is this thing more popular than I thought?

Twilight shoved the book into the saddlebags, just slightly out of sight, and she made her way down through Ponyville to Rarity’s boutique. She started to take in the nice day outside, a gentle breeze caressing her mane, but her mind immediately went someplace else. Roseluck over there… she’s laughing. She’s always smiling and giggling. Twilight stared at the mare— who bounced around a tiny colt and made him laugh with funny faces.

What is she hiding? Does she stay up late, pleasing herself, because of her girly hormones in action? Twilight brought her accusing stare across from mare to mare as she walked. Are you all doing weird things behind closed doors? No… I’ll bet you all have coltfriends. Don’t you all? You're not like me, and you have tender, masculine arms to hold you tight as you fall asleep every night. You’re all happy and well-adjusted. You don’t have ‘Boys kissing Boys’ sweeping your thoughts constantly.

Twilight almost hit Rarity’s boutique face first, totally engrossed in her thoughts. She wiggled her head around. Well, no Spike and Sweetie in sight. What now? She glanced through the window. Rarity hunched over some stubby stallion with a spiky, short mane. Rarity ran her hooves just inches above the greenish-gray locks, trying to find some psychic inspiration.

Twilight breathed out, fogging up the window glass. She immediately felt pretty sheepish. Oh, goodness, just go in and talk to her. It’s good for you to get out— cooped up in the library so much. That’s why you have all these weird thoughts. The stallion stepped out the door, and Twilight put her hoof against it. She found her eyes trailing the stallion’s flank as he made his way down the street.

He had a pretty plain looking cutie mark— just three small flowers— but his stubby legs looked pretty masculine and powerful. He seemed totally impervious to the sun, not sweating a bit. Is he my… my ‘type’, as they say? Twilight found herself trying to peek in between his legs, but he moved too fast and his tail bobbed too much for her to see that well. Something inside her seemed to tell her to just magically leap through the air and clench onto this face. Ugh, he’s the first male I’ve seen besides Spike in a while. But I don’t even know his name!

“Enjoying the view, darling?” asked a voice right behind Twilight. She flipped around, looking a bit nervous. Rarity just laughed and motioned Twilight to come in.

Twilight popped onto the familiar black couch— where she had sat on hundreds of times. Rarity picked up a cup of tea from the nearby table. Twilight leaned over, and Rarity just nodded. Oooh, this tastes almost like… coconut, maybe? So exotic! She tried to keep herself from gulping the whole thing like a puppy at a bowl.

“Now then, please, tell me what’s bothering you?”

“I want you, master. Please, relieve yourself inside my mouth.”

She forced the book out of her mind for the moment. “I'm just here to see if you could fix up my jacket." Twilight slumped the old thing onto the floor besides them. "How do you know I’m—” Rarity’s besumed expression brought her words to a standstill. Of course, she sees through me like a window. We're like sisters, after all. “Well, it’s pretty embarrassing. It’s just that, well, many things are… grating on me.”

“Like what?” Rarity put a hoof on her table and brought herself a few inches closer.

“Well, you know about Spike and Sweetie Belle…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Rarity muttered, curling her head over and shaking her mane across her shoulders. Twilight could almost see lines starting up under her eyes.

“But the thing is,” Twilight said, biting her lip, “I feel— to be completely honest— jealous.”

“Jealous?” Rarity appeared genuinely puzzled.

“Because he’s got something, something that I… that I need… well, that I think I need… that I didn’t know I needed, but I might need, especially now that I read that book…” She babbled on and finally trialed off. Twilight mentally kicked herself for mentioning that blasted coltcuddling novel. It’s all your fault, book! Without you, I’d be feeling great!

“Darling, life and love aren’t really like that,” Rarity said. She pushed off of her chair and walked backwards to the nearby kitchenette. “You make yourself into what you want— into all you can be with your friends by your side. Then, and only then, do you worry about finding the right stallion.” She returned with another platter of teas. “If you try to transform yourself in what you think stallions want and tailor things to them, it will always fall apart. Trust me. You must believe in yourself.”

Twilight sped through her cup and started on the next one. She took a deep breath, and she went on, “Yes, I know.” Oh, goodness, how can I explain it. I don’t even know what’s going on myself. “It’s just that I’m not sure if I really want a stallion.”

Rarity curled her eyebrows. “Twilight, well, I hadn’t had you pegged as a fillyfooler. Nothing wrong—”

“No, no, no.” Twilight flew her front hooves in the air. “I’m having these new, weird… things… these…” She strained to find the most reserved, dispassionate way of putting it. “I have these urges.”

“Urges?” Rarity just looked confused.

“Fill up my tummy, please. Every last drop. Every last little piece. Give me it all. Master!”

Get out of my head, you stupid book! Twilight opened her mouth to say something, but she just felt like crying. She put her head down on the desk. “It’s so odd. I felt last night like I couldn’t sleep without, uh, meeting to my… urges. I couldn’t really wake up this morning without that as well.”

“You mean what I think you mean, right?” Rarity asked. She had a pretty blank expression. Twilight wondered if Rarity felt repulsed or if she strained to burst out laughing.

“Y-y-yeah,” Twilight replied. She buried her face in her hooves upon the table. She felt so weird, so naughty— tingly sensations going on deep inside her body. She banged her knees against the table. “It’s all the fault of that book! That Ms. Xrit!”

Rarity jumped straight up in the air, letting out a huge, happy squeal. Twilight stood up, gazing at how Rarity’s eyes had seemed to fill up with stars. “Don’t tell me that you’re one too! You are a bonder?” Rarity squealed.

“Bonder?”

Rarity grabbed Twilight’s shoulder. She pulled her up and did a quick little dance side to side. Twilight could barely think anymore. Rarity pushed her back down into the chair. Rarity’s eyes turned to Twilight’s saddlebag, and she made a mischievous grin.

“I’m so happy, darling. I can’t believe it. Oh, Twilight,” Rarity said, magically lifting the copy of Young Colts, Tight Bondage into the air, “you’re literally the last mare in all of Equestria that I thought would be a bonder, a Y.C.T.B fanmare. And, of course, as a proud fanmare myself—” Rarity ducked into a large grey chest besides them. “I just have to ask you, what team?” She kept on talking as she threw clothing pice after clothing piece to her sides, digging for the right item.

“Team what?” I guess this Y.C.T.B. thing is a lot more mainstream than I thought! Twilight stepped over right behind Rarity, the while unicorn’s plot wiggling in the air as she moved.

Rarity jumped over to the side, holding up a big black shirt. “Ta-da!” Twilight gazed at the big, sliver label reading ‘I’m a TEAM JACK BOLT girl!’ and the massive picture of the coltcuddling book’s character, face chiseled in an incredibly handsome way with his mane curled around his neck.

“I guess I’m a—”

“Things just keep getting better and better,” Rarity said, suddenly giving Twilight an almost choking hug. “Oh, you’re just a natural for Team Bolt. Isn’t he clearly the most beautiful one? Not to mention that he can provide for Cherry’s well-being from his flying career, not like Buckle Berry.” Rarity scoffed. “Those silly Team Buckle fanmares have their priorities all backwards.”

Twilight slipped out of the hug. She stepped a few feet back. She felt a sea of emotions, but she needed to get one important question out. She had to know—just had to— that she was normal. “Rarity, please,” she said, and the unicorns gazed at each other with tolerant eyes, “When you read the book, do you ever… relieve yourself afterward?”

“One will occasionally do such things,” Rarity replied, fluttering her eyelashes and putting the Team Bolt shirt onto the table, “if one is a girl. It’s as natural as breathing, isn’t it? Certainly, the book was written with that activity in mind.” Rarity blushed. “The important thing—” She turned around and tossed the extra pieces of clothing scattered about back into her chest. “Is that you’re on Team Bolt.”

Twilight said nothing back, just letting out a content breath. Praise Celestia, I’m normal to like this. I’m normal to do these things. I’m normal to feel this way. “So, you started reading this—”

“I started when it just came out, three weeks ago,” Rarity replied. She sat back down and surveyed the shirt upon the table. “It’s funny, isn’t it? It only took a few livid dreams by the author, or so she’s blogged, to come up with the story. It only took a few days to get her book published. It only took a few days for it take Equestria by storm. I hate to brag—” The sudden tone to Rarity’s voice and the gesturing of her hooves made it clear that she loved to brag. “But I was the first mare in all of Ponyville to read this fantastic story.”

“That’s nice,” Twilight replied. Oh, no, she’s probably going to start asking me all about it. Asking who’s my favorite colt, asking about what’s my favorite chapter, and so on. I haven’t even read the whole thing yet!

“Oh, sure, the critics hate it. They say that the idea of a bland, hardly defined protagonist being doted on by two handsome colts is pure fantasy. They blast the ‘Mary Sues’ or whatever those are. Who cares, darling! It’s for girls by girls,” Rarity rattled on. She started to go off on a little rant about mare’s literature, but she stopped. “Oh, dear, this shirt just might be too big for you.”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I’ll take it,” Twilight said. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to Rarity anymore, before getting sucked into something that she didn’t want to do.

“I insist that I give you a discount, then,” Rarity replied, and she walked over to the gift boxes and wrappings. “Half price, for sure. From one loyal team member to another?” She looked back and winked at Twilight.

Twilight just winked back. Well, I guess there’s probably a whole fandom out there for this book. I should spend some more time on the ponynet with my pPad looking this up. She knew that she had enough to pay Rarity in her pre-set shopping account, so Twilight just packed her saddlebag back on. Oh, blast it! Spike had the pPad last. That little twerp… where could he have put it?

“Leaving so soon?” Rarity asked, magically lifting over the wrapped up souvenir shirt. Twilight nodded. "I'll see you soon, darling."

Twilight feeling incredibly content and satisfied somehow, opened up the door. I should probably finish the book. Look stuff up online. This whole fandom of girls obsessed with which boy is best for the main character... sounds funny.

"Oh, Twilight?" Rarity called out.

"Yeah?"

"Which scene is your favorite?"

"Ugh, why did you have to ask that?" Twilight whispered, looking at the gravely road underneath her. "I, uh, don't want to choose." That answer won't work, dummy. Think of something out the parts that you actually HAVE read. "If I, uh, have to, like..." She put her head back up, seeing Rarity hanging on her every word with baited breath. "I like the eggs and hay bondage scene, with Jack Bolt." Those last eleven words sounded so peculiar coming out of her mouth.

"That's splendid," Rarity replied, leaning out of the door, "my own favorite has to be the two way bondage scene with the double-sided vibrators from Book II."

"There is a Book II? There's a sequel?" Twilight muttered under her breath. She stepped away and waved at Rarity, who smiled from cheek to cheek as she waved back. Twilight made her way back to her library. Oh, sweet Celestia, there's more books in this series? With... with... what did Rarity just say?

"Double-sided vibrators"? What on earth are those things! Twilight thought about doing a ponynet image search, but she felt scared at what could be in the results. Those words sound rather... extremely naughty. She found herself at her front door, causally sliding it open. No Spike?

"No Spike," she groaned. Sheesh, he might as well just move in with her already! Twilight spent the next several minutes hunting for her pPad, her snout poking into blankets, pillows, bookshelves, tablecloths, and everywhere else she could think of. She gave up, fetching herself a plate of cookies and milk to relax.

Twilight zoned out for a moment, feeling glad to finally have her mind totally content with Y.C.T.B. She felt the book from inside the saddlebag underneath her, but the urge to take it had vanished. Ah... I guess now is as good as time as any to go through the mail. She glanced over at a bookshelf and magically lifted the things over. The letters looked pretty unimportant, but the package piqued her curiously a little bit.

Twilight stuck out a hoof and muttered a short spell. A purple aura formed spikes along her hoof, and she slid it alongside the poofy yellow package. She tapped the end, and a big, glossy magazine stuck to a small novel fell out onto her lap. "Oh, the Canterlot's Book of the Week Club newsletter!" Twilight called out. She squealed, rubbing her hooves in anticipation. She turned to the magazine's last page, reading aloud the special message to loyal 'gold subscribers'.

"Dear readers, thanks as always for your loyal patronage. We have a special treat here from a brand new young author living in a city called Ponyville, best known for its association with the elements of harmony as well as for being the hometown of Equestria's Best Young Flyer Rainbow Dash," said the message.

Wow, Dash would probably bounce straight up into the air like a balloon if she hear herself name-checked like that! Twilight reminded herself to send this to her later. She took another sip of her ice tea, and she read on.

"This sequel to the most popular book of the month, year, and possibly the last hundred years is yours free. Thanks very much for your support. Sincerely, Jet Set," the message concluded.

This can't be... what I think it is... Twilight looked down at the attached novel's cover. She saw a single white and red tulip on a solid white background. It had a single little red shard dropping from it, almost like a drop of blood coming out. Twilight took a deep breath, and her eyes moved down to the title: Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage by E. I. Xirt. She leaned her head back, flipped to a random spot in the middle of the book, and she smacked her head against the pages. She blinked over and over again. She finally started to pick up the words, feeling emotions battling it out inside her mind. I guess I'm going to have a fun night, aren't I?

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"Bite it harder!" I screamed. Bolt's teeth stuck out and gripped against the ball gag. I gazed at every last little drop of saliva dripping down along the hard plastic. I brought up my hoof above his head. His eyes met with my whip, and he bit with all of his strength. I saw the teeth marks now seared into the plastic, and I grinned.

I positioned my body over his head. His eyes bulged, showing that delicious combination of lust and fear that I just ate from his soul. I throbbed all cross my body, desire boiling my insides. I put my whip besides my side, and I put my other front hoof onto Bolt's right ear, looking so soft and cute. It perked around to my touch.

"Guess what's going inside this ear, sugarcube?" I panted hard, cheeks turning upwards from my humongous smile.

Bolt just moaned.

"Something hard, long, and drippy?"

He moaned even louder.

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"Oh... my... Celestia..." Twilight shoved both hooves downward, and her horn lit up brightly. She immediately shot her mind into a pleasure zone that she had never felt before as she kept on reading.

Later that day, Spike eventually showed up at about eight PM. He was relieved to see Twilight show such a blase attitude, and she didn't even ask how his date went. Twilight just asked him to help her start on a late dinner for the two of them. He felt weirded out by her creepy expressions, however. She just kept gazing at his rear, especially his twitching tail. Her fur also looked so matted and a bit moist, especially between her legs.

"Is something the matter?" Spike asked, "Something wrong?"

Twilight scooched her chair closer. Her hoof wandered along the table over towards Spike's paw. "More like... something right."

To Be Continued...

Part Five

Spike simply stared back at Twilight. His lips seemed to curl up a little bit, but he went right back to normal, holding back his confusion. Twilight brought her head down and her hoof against Spike's paw. Come on, seriously, you little guy. Take the hint. Take it. She tried to smile, but her face didn't seem to obey her. Oh, I'm losing him. I'm losing the moment. She leaned down even more, her ragged mane flashing in front of her eyes. Her hoof rubbed up on top of Spike's paw.

You know I'm jealous. You know I need you. You know I'm sick of seeing your life taken over by Sweetie Belle. What are you waiting for? Spike took out his fork and scooped up another batch of eggs. He narrowed his eyes, trying to hold back what looked like one part annoyance and three parts bewilderment. Oh, I should have put on the Roxy Music, shouldn't I? Maybe lit some candles? But the lights are already so dim...

"So, anyways," Spike said, very delicately pulling his paw out from under Twilight's hoof. He slanted his head to the side, munching on a chunk of chopped pears. "I guess... uh... you heard about Derpy?" He smiled as he ever so slightly nudged himself to the side, getting some more personal space from Twilight without being too rude about it. "Pretty great that she's out of the... uh, hospital. I heard she was even flying this, uh, morning. She's been... spending a lot of time with Dash lately, too." He started to show some nervousness, sweat beading atop his head. "Funny how nurse-like Dash can be, when her... uh... her friends need her."

"That's very nice," Twilight replied, "Yeah..." She stabbed a piece of mashed pears, head turning towards the window. She glared at her pale, transparent reflection in the glass. The pitter-patter of the rain outside upon the cold, cold window felt so poetic, making her feel like a pony statue with romantic feelings just bouncing off her all through her life.

Spike, please. Help me. Make me feel better. Hold me. Kiss me. Save me. She felt like screaming at the baby dragon, but she just sat by and watched him empty his plate without another word. Spike hopped off the chair, cleaned up his dish in the sink, and leaned up against the counter. He looked so cool with his back against the wood, feet crossed, and paws tapping against his sides. He seemed very lost in thought at the moment, still sweating and looking overwhelmed.

"Spike, sweetie," Twilight said, walking over and standing right above his side. She tried to edge herself over, with her hoof against his back. "You know, you've been gone for a while."

"I have." He blinked before he looked back at Twilight. "I've been with her for a while." He looked less confused, more wanting somehow. His eyes opened up and his ears seemed to flip back, looking so smooth.

"I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined."

"You know," Twilight began. Well, it's now or never. I guess. If I'm really going to go through with this... I guess... I'm in power here, aren't I? I've got control over him. I'm the big sister. She curled her hoof across Spike's shoulders. She hadn't felt the contrast of his scales on her fur for a while, and it almost seemed to tickle. "There's a lot of things that you've done with her. Adult things, things baby dragons normally wouldn't do..." She tried her best to sound seductive, swishing her mane along the side of her face.

"Adult things?" Spike repeated. His mouth seemed to shrink, clearly not liking the sound of that.

"And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tounge along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

"But, you ought to know something important," Twilight said, moving down until her face was just inches from Spike. He took a gulp. "Sweetie Belle can do a lot of adult things with you, sure." She brought her other front hoof right in front of his chest. "But there's a lot of adult things that she wouldn't do. Adult things that she wouldn't know how to do. Adult things that she's not ready for." She rubbed her hoof against Spike's chest, making a little heart shape. He breathed quick and fast, like a firecracker going off. "Adult things that I would do with you."

"Somehow, he became totally a part of me. He didn't just complete me. He made me stronger; he made himself a piece of my very identity."

"Do with me?" His breaths suddenly slowed down as Twilight stepped away from him. Spike wiped the sweat off of his head, and he slumped forward. He quietly mouthed something else, unintelligible.

She walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, her body propping against the wall. She twisted her legs. Her left front hoof rubbed against her chest. Come on, now, this is the move that Rarity told me, way back when, would turn any boy to jelly. "You know, Spikey-wikey," she whispered, just loud enough to hear but just quiet enough that he was hooked with every word, "literally all you need to do is: ask."

Spike shut his mouth. He stepped closer, but he stopped midway. He leaned down, staring at the floor. Twilight could tell he didn't know how to even begin to reply. Twilight popped off the doorway and started walking over. I'm sick of waiting. I'm just... please, Spike! You're the only boy I know. You're the only guy that's ever treated me like a real mare. The only one I know. She suddenly felt more like crying than going on 'talking sexy' like the colts in her favorite book.

"Twilight, I..." Spike muttered. He sniffed, sweat pouring down the sides of his head. "I... you're just... and I know..." He wanted to just force his feelings out, without those pesky words getting in the way.

"I'd never made out before."

Twilight went to pick up Spike's face and pull his head up. Her eyes ran up the baby dragon's body. She spotted something she somehow had missed before, something very easy to miss. Her eyes locked on a skinny, purple and green bracelet right under Spike's other paw. He didn't get that from... from... HER. He had better not. Oh, I'll bet he did.

"Twilight, you're like my big sister," Spike eked out. He slumped himself down upon the ground. His paws rubbed up against his feet. "No, more than that. You're like my mom."

"Mom?" Twilight repeated. She felt like stomping her hooves against the ground in anger. No, you stupid little dragon. She coughed. Shut up and just kiss me, for my first time. Give me my first time. Give it to me. I need it. Now!

She leaned back, mouth open and mind pepared to demand Spike to have her rather than ask him. She immediately stopped herself. Well, why wouldn't he? He should think like that. She looked upon Spike's crumpled body, suddenly feeling a sharp pain of regret. A chill, almost like mercury in her blood, crept up her back towards her brain.

Motherly affection kicked in; she could hardly stand seeing Spike looking so frustrated. "Spike, I... I'm..." Twilight muttered. She knelt down. I'm like your Mom. I know it.

"I always wanted something more. The best friend that wasn’t distant. The one that would always be there for me. That knew me, my heart, and my very soul from the get-go."

No! Shut up, you blasted book! Shut up! Out of my mind! She thrust her hooves to her head. She squeezed hard, almost getting a headache. SHUT. UP. NOW. She found herself shivering.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Spike asked, standing back up and grabbing onto Twilight's shoulder.

Twilight opened her eyes. She gazed upon Spike, nodding. Her eyes moved down to Spike's bracelet. That had to be a gift. I guess that's a "promise keeper" thing? One of those commitments of love from a girl to her special boy in her life? Twilight held back a giggle. I'll suppose Rarity helped Sweetie Belle make it. Ah, if Rarity only knew that she'd end up stabbing me in the back, kind of. Kind of. Okay, not really.

"Twilight, I just..."

"No, Spike, don't worry about it," Twilight said, standing up straight, "I'm sorry." Their eyes met, and-- somehow-- they both totally understood the turbulent waves going on in each other's head. "I'm glad to see that everything's going so well between you and Sweetie Belle." Spike smiled, and he stepped off towards the library. "Oh, and Spike?" The baby dragon looked back, suddenly a little worried. "Just don't stay out so blasted late, okay? Let me know where you are, and help me a little more with our day's errands, please." He nodded back silently.

Now, then... Twilight took a deep breath. She trotted out of the kitchen and made her way upstairs. She ducked into the bathroom and poised herself right in front of the hamper, looking like a cobra about to strike. You... you stupid little books... She magically slid out the two coltcuddling novels from underneath the hamper. You've been nothing but trouble from me from the moment I found you.

She magically lifted them right in front of her head. She glanced to the side, seeing her silly expression in the mirror. Well, I... I can't blame these for anything. It's so crazy, isn't it? They're both the best things I've ever found in my life, and the worst things. The rose with thorns, or something. It's like bad poetry. She opened them both up, looking once again at the cute little note left by Fleur De Lis on Book I.

"Oh, please," she muttered, "I'm being so overly melodramatic." I'll just give the blasted things to somepony else for a while. That's it. Both a nice gift, as well as a way for me to cool off... I guess. She thought back to the last place where she had seen wrapping paper and tape. Did I leave it all in the kitchen? Her eyes bobbed idly around the bathroom. She leaned back against the towels, lost in thought. Her head moved over to the mirror as she scratched her head.

"WHAT!" Twilight suddenly screamed. Her eyes bugled as she glared at the mirror. "Written by triX I. E. ?" She threw herself against the sink, magically floating the books atop her head. Her eyes grew wide. "I'm so... so... blind. How couldn't I have seen it before?" A 'brand new young author' my flank!

She trotted over to her bedroom, and she plopped onto a pile of pillows. Well, 'triX I. E.' writes girls' pornography, how wonderful. I guess that's what's next for disgraced stage ponies, the standard career line. She'll be turning tricks in the alleyways for a quick bag of bits in a few months. Count on it. I wonder if she's on the saltlicks, too? Twilight twirled the books in the air, glaring at them. Does Dash know? Does Rarity know? She suddenly felt a weird, empty kind of feeling inside. What if they don't even care?

She took a little breath. Why do I care? Is it a crime to write chick-lit? It would be like making it a crime to fart in public, to break a Pinkie Pie promise, or to... gee. I think I'm wrong here. I should just leave Trixie alone. Her eyes narrowed on the little indentation of the titles. There has to be something special about these novels. There has to be something... shady.

She lowered Book I down until it booped against her nose. I've read things and had words pop in my mind afterwards before. But this was so different... it was me. In part, it just appeals to a certain type of girl. But it's more than that. How could Trixie get publishers to print this so quickly? To run it out so quickly? Twilight squished the book down against her face, her nose dripping a little bit of snot against the cover. Trixie would cheat. I know she would. She couldn't just write a novel that girls would eat up. She'd make the girls want to get it. She'd brag. She'd do something. I just don't know what.

Her nose suddenly tickled. Wait... Twilight muttered a quick spell. She saw a flash of light appear in front of her face. She held her breath. Suddenly, a thin blue mist wafted out of the top of the book. "I knew it!" Twilight called out. She hopped straight up in the air. "It's enchanted. The blasted books are enchanted."

Well, that's a relief. I thought I was just becoming some kind of sexual pervert. Twilight ran through a special counter-spell, determined to rid her mind of coltcuddling thoughts for good. She took a happy sigh. Alright, I'm going to find Trixie and report her to Princess Celestia for casting a... Twilight swung her hoof in the air, slowly freezing in place. Hmmm, yes. I'd report Trixie for what exactly? What crime did she commit? She shut her eyes. Royal Code Volume II, Section VI, Tract III would be the relevant statue.

She sped over to her library, nabbing a thick brown textbook from the top of a bookshelf, and threw it down. She flipped through pages, finally smacking her hoof on the right spot.

"Enchantments sent from an magically able agent or agents that provide, or are in a clear sense intended to provide, entertainment of a possibly sensual nature, real or perceived, for another party or parties and that inherently involve negative cross effects on an un-consulted third party or parties shall be proscribed unless said cross effects are transmitted in a physical embodiment such as a book, newspaper, package, or other accouterments that comes in regular physical contact with other forms of magic. Nothing of the aforementioned rule shall be allowed to prevent common exchange of enchanted items between commercial parties as understood in local traditions with respect to individual towns or townships."

"So, I guess, it's basically legal to..." Twilight said. She could barely manage to finish her sentence. "Do my friends know it's enchanted? Would they even care? I'd guess that Rarity wouldn't care in the slightest." Okay, so Trixie hasn't actually done anything wrong. At least, with the enchantment gone, my subconscious mind will leave me alone, with all the weird sexual thoughts vanishing.

"His eyes met with my whip, and he bit with all of his strength. I saw the teeth marks now seared into the plastic, and I grinned."

"Buuuuuuuccccckkkkk iiiiittttttttt!" Twilight moaned, shaking her hooves in the air. Okay, now I'm really mad. You've made me into a pervy girl, and I'm going to more than repay the favor. She hunted for her literary magazine, running through the section with 'Ask the author' events. "Come on, Miss E. I. Xirt, you'll be wanting to speak with your slobbering fangirls sooner or later. A-ha!" She curled her hoof around a small grey listing in the back of the book. "Tentative book signing at May 13th at noon, Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville-- date and time subject to possible change."

Twilight made an evil grin, and she rubbed her hooves together. Revenge will be sweet. Now that you've turned me from normal into a pervert, it's time for me to show you what naughtiness is all about.

To Be Continued...

Part Six

Twilight went through a few evening chores, with Spike helping along right at her side. As the moon rose up to the middle of the sky, Spike asked to stay over at Rarity's place for the night. Twilight felt like she should say 'no', worrying that Sweetie and him would bug Rarity so much that she couldn't do her fashion orders, but she seemed to have little choice other than saying 'yes'.

I owe him that after getting all creepy with him. If Rarity doesn't like it, I'll make it up to her. She made herself a snack, seeing Spike wave as he left off, and she found herself deep in thought. The smart thing might be to just work and go on as if I'd never started with those things.

"I positioned my body over his head. His eyes bulged, showing that delicicious combination of lust and fear that I just ate from his soul. I throbbed all cross my body, desire boiling my insides."

Out of my head, books! She wiggled for a moment, coming to her senses. "Well, now, what should I use on Trixie?" Twilight asked, feeling a growing determination. She walked down to her basement laboratory. Her eyes fluttered around the stacks of vials, potions, burners, fans, and all kinds of various equipment lying about haphazardly. Hmmm, it's been weeks since I cleaned around here, hasn't it? She walked into the middle of the room, tripping a little over a stack of copper wiring. I've been slacking off so much even before I started reading those blasted books.

A-ha! Twilight's eyes locked on a small 'Equestrian Nautical Society' cap sitting atop a bookshelf. Perfect! She magically lifted it down and flipped it over, smiling with her ears perking. She pulled out the two small vials hidden inside the brim, looking very smug with her ears drooping.

"Milk of amorous clover, eh," she muttered, gazing at the glowing red liquid inside. "She'll feel her mind melt, totally losing control, and hunger for a stallion's touch for hours and hours." Of course, it's also almost impossible to get unless you're Equestrian royalty, or so the Princess told me. I guess she has gallons worth of it for her private use, huh. Twilight had a sudden little pain deep inside as she leaned up against the wall. Didn't I promise myself that I was saving this, keeping this for that one special stallion that I would give my life to?

Twilight walked back to the library and shoved the vial deep into her saddlebag. These are for... for... maybe not necessarily my wedding night, but when I find... him. She plopped herself back down on her chair. I've really gotten out of it, aren't I? Is it even fair for me to spray Trixie with anything? She's broken no law.

She eyed her wrapped up shirt on the table across from her, pulling it closer. She held the 'Team Jack Bolt Girl' icon against her chest, and she let a little breath. I guess Rarity and Dash both seem normal enough, despite being huge fans of the books. I guess it just doesn't have the same affect for them? I should really look this stuff up or something.

She jumped up and looked around. Blast it, Spike, what did you do to my pPad? She suddenly felt like she had a lightbulb going off over her head. If he was looking up stuff that he didn't want me to see, he would have hid it before he could erase the memory. He would be pretty obvious about it. He'd put it someplace that I give him privacy on. "His bed, for sure." Twilight trotted up the stairs and stuck her hooves into Spike's couch.

She curled her head around as she stuck her right hoof in deeper. She touched upon something hard and plastic. Yay! The pPad on her lap, Twilight scooched backward and laid down on the couch. She clicked it on, relaxing her legs. Let's see what exactly Spike was looking at.

She scrolled through a few episodes of My Little Human: Progress is Scientific on PonyTube, grinning. Well, then, you've got a taste for silly shows for young fillies' shows? I can't really blame you, different strokes for different folks. She scratched the sides of her face. Although, I shouldn't think like that. I always did keep watching The Powderpuff Mares, even long after I had given up dolls and the like. She clicked over to the rest of the history.

PISfiction.net? That sounds interesting. Her eyes grew wide as she browsed through the fanfiction website, flicking through dozens of stories. These ponies are all adults? And they're obsessed with a kids show? She laughed a little. I guess my own literary obsession seems pretty normal by comparison. I've been freaking out too much. She found herself looking at a popular user group called 'I Wub Guygroping', with at least a two dozen contributing authors.

"Dear, sweet Celestia," Twilight muttered. Guygroping? Is that what the fans call m/m parings for My Little Human? She slid over to the browzing history, and-- sure enough-- Spike had posted a few comments. Twilight glanced at his username, and she almost died of laughter. YourSexyKnight? Really, Spike? You've even got a poorly drawn cartoon of a buff dragon with a flaming white sword as your avatar? Twilight looked at the last comment stream.

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YourSexyKnight: Tell me, honestly, who actually reads Young Colts, Tight Bondage? Calling it 'literature' is like calling Bitelback 'music'. You can see why the so-called 'author' used a pseudonym, not wanting his name on this junk.
(129 responses)

700-Degree-Mare: HATERS GONNA HATE

DoctorApples: Stupid boys with your stupid boyish predjuices, go back to reading Flaming Carts with Electric Guns Firing Into Boxes of Guns Scratching Their Butts Inapprorpiately by Mister Idiot... or whatever garbage you've got on your shelf

Miss_Everything_99: Sounds like somepony has testosterone poisoning!

MyNameIsReallyLyra: Did you know that Bitelback's "How You Remind Me" was #2 on the Canterlot Heatseeker's Chart for four bucking weeks in a row? :horseapples:

RainbowDash: I happen to be associated with this book, behind the scenes, and I can assure you that the the writing was taken very seriously. A pseudonym was used only because of the policies of the author's job that made making things public impossible. That's it.

Fran_the_Fran: If you don't like it, then why are you pestering people who like it? Why don't you leave them alone? Do ponies need your permission to like different things than you or what? :seriously-face:

Big_Mac's_Hat: Raises hoof

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Hmmm... Spike seems to have struck a nerve. Twilight surveyed the whole page, checking out some other threads. Fran_the_Fran has a pretty solid point. She suddenly stopped. Wait a moment... She clicked backwards.

Dash was... involved in writing this? Or... did she write it herself? What the hay? Twilight checked out the profile, and it seemed like PISfiction.net's Rainbow Dash was indeed the Rainbow Dash. She almost smashed her face upon the screen, feeling such mixed emotions. She can't have meant that. Well, Dash said: "happen to be associated with this book". So blasted vague! That could mean almost anything. Did she discover the real author? Was she an editor? Did she promote the book? What's this bunk about "the author's job" that makes her have it be a secret?

"Trixie might not have written this at all," Twilight muttered, rubbing her hoof against her cheeks. "Or, maybe, she... decided to work with Dash for some reason." Ugh! I'm basically back to square one. Who's the blasted author? How can they do a book signing and be pseudo-anonymous? Wear a costume or something? She took a deep breath, and she decided to just keep browsing PISfiction.net.

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MapleJack101: How long until Youngest Colts, Tightest Bondage come out yet?
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Big_Mac's_Hat: Because you touch yourself at night, guuuuuurrrrrllllllllll...

700DegreeMare: I don't know!1!1!1! but it's TOO bucking long, i can't WAIT anymore :wub-for-OP:

===>Newest threads (collapse page) <===

DoctorApples: Which colt is best colt in Y.C.T.B.? :sloppy-kisses-face:
(33 responses)

Big_Mac's_Hat: Team. Bolt. All. The. Way.

Snake-In-The-Plot: ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SAY BUCKLE BERRY IS A LIAR

Miss_Everything_99: Jack Bolt's dad :trollface:

MapleJack101: I swear, someday I'm going to find a colt like Buckle Berry and I am sooooooo going to marry him! :squee-face:

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"This isn't helping," Twilight said, putting the device down. She rubbed her head against the pillows behind her. I don't care who wrote them, really. I just need to know if it's normal to feel this way while reading the books. "It's just that... do girls... do they... what do they do when they feel all weird inside from reading the book?"

Twilight went back through some more of Spike's history. She clicked through the official Y.C.T.B. website, which unfortunately seemed to be nothing more than excerpts spliced in with positive reviews. She picked up the little notice that tomorrow's book signing event was confirmed. "Many thanks to my friends and associates in Ponyville that made the series possible", yeah right-- whatever...

This is stupid. Since when has anypony ever learned anything from the Ponynet, anyway? To drive the point home, she slid through to find that Spike had spent two hours or so watching kitten videos. Kittens won't teach me anything! Twilight prepared to tuck the pPad back in Spike's bed, but she suddenly stopped.

"Wub... wub... owner..." said Mister Snacks Fluffington in the PonyTube video OMG! She talks!. As the calico cat curled it's soft paws around a brown mare's hoof, Twilight felt her heart melt like butter.

Okay, so there's nothing wrong with wasting time on the Ponynet. She gently nudged the pPad back into place. Okay, then... I guess I need to look this up in a textbook or something? Twilight trotted down to her library, glancing through the biology section. Okay, looking for things about adolescence. About development. About normal behaviors. What's normal.

"It was such a silly thought of mine. Boys kissing boys."

"What's normal," she moaned. Her insides screamed at her to flop open Young Colts, Tight Bondage and start reliving herself right in the middle of the floor of the library. She fought herself hard. Normal, as in... do girls seriously feel like this... like all the time? "Oh, here we go."

She pulled out a copy of Recent Notes on Physiological and Psychological Development of Mares by the Canterlot Medical Association. This has to be dry, calm, measured, and reasonable. She flipped through. Come on, come on... show me something about what mares do... behind closed doors. She sped through page after page. Maybe this? She put her hoof down.

"Survey results," Twilight read aloud, "Respondents, a total of about four thousand mares in the adolescent stage anonymously interviewed in the cities of Hoofington, Manehatten, and Canterlot, discussed their personal habits in a way that created results mostly in line with the previous 1450 survey. Some differences are most likely due to statistic variation from the sample sizes and not to cutlural shifts during the past thirty years, although research is still ongoing in that regard."

Twilight's eyes grew wide at the related graph. She traced her hoof along the colored lines. This means I'm totally normal? She felt her eyes glazing over from happiness, her smile almost cracking out of the sides of her cheeks.

"Sexual self-stimulation results: 23% of respondents had daily sessions, approximately, 12% of respondents had approximately more than one session per day, and 18% of respondents had a session approximately every two to three days," Twilight read aloud. She shut the book. Okay, okay, so four or five times a day is way the high-side, but... whatever. She clapped her hooves, jumping up in the air. "I'm normal! I'm normal! I'm noooooormal!"

Twilight shelved the book away. She looked over at the clock. Wow, I should probably be getting to bed soon. She started to head upstairs.

"I put my whip besides my side, and I put my other front hoof onto Bolt's right ear, looking so soft and cute. It perked around to my touch."

"Oh, no worries," Twilight said to herself, magically lifting over the Y.C.T.B. series to her side, "Spike is gone for the whole night. So, I'll have a nice, long night of me and my three gay boys." She got halfway to her room, but she froze. Wait... why on earth am I wasting my time with using just my hooves, sitting in my bed with the door locked? Spike is nowhere in sight. I can use the... laboratory. Her mind started to flash images of her equipment, being used in rather... unorthodox ways. "Just like in the, tee-hee, climax of Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage." I have the stuff to live some of that bondage scene for myself, after all.

Twilight locked the laboratory door behind her, and she laid down flat in the middle of the cold concrete. Her rear started to feel pretty sore in just a few moments. Hmmm... I've got to take care of that. She magically lifted over some blankets for underneath her.

Okay, that's nice. Her eyes tossed atop table after table of devices, finally settling on the automatic test tube mixer. The small black machine had a thick rubber stopper atop a set of wiggling arms, which made the whole thing vibrate at a pretty face rate. Well, that'd be pretty simple to just take the rubber stopper and position it... just so right. She quickly started to pant, legs rubbing together in anticipation.

How fast does that thing go? I don't think I have speed control. I just turn it on and it goes for the next thirty minutes automatically, without an off button. I'm sure it'll work fine. She looked over behind her, and her eyes locked along the thick, glowing yellow pole lined up against her wall. Oh, what on earth was I thinking? That sonic disruptor would be perfect too. "If Jack Bolt can take an hour and a half of toy stimulation right below his mouth as well as right below his tail, 'copping himself' about three times in a row, obviously I can do the same." Of course, I'll love it! Just like Bolt loved it!

Twilight leaned back, flat on the ground. She magically lifted over the equipment, and she propped upon Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage. Her mind seemed to melt a moment later, switching everything on. Twilight breathed a sigh of relief.

About half an hour later...

Twilight threw herself into the shower. She scraped against the wall. "Can't the bucking water shoot faster!" Twilight screamed. She splashed herself over and over again between her legs. She moaned, trying a moment later not to bite her lip. She flipped over, slipping and propping a bottom hoof straight up. She kicked hard against the wall, sensations far beyond the point of overwhelming her. Her mind had already almost gone.

She magically pulled over the showerhead and blasted her flanks with the warm water in point-blank range. She finally found herself calming down, with the screaming from her body silenced. Feeling in total peace, she let herself totally and completely relax.

"Boys kissing boys."

"Buck you, you stupid books!" Twilight called out. She jumped straight up and waved her hoof in the air, determined to pound Miss E. I. Xirt if she had been in the room. What in all that Celestia would call holy makes you think that ponies can do that kind of kinky bondage stuff to their bodies without going insane? She thought about, before bed, looking up natural pony stamina in that same biology textbook. She felt sure nopony could go ninety minutes without going comatose.

She then visualized the milk of amorous clover in her saddlebag, and she coughed. She smiled, rubbing her hooves with anticipation. Well, Miss E. I. Xirt, whether you're Trixie or whomever you are, I hope you can take it as much as you can dish it out.

To Be Continued...

Part Seven

Twilight's tormented night's sleep let her blanket soaking in sweat, frayed strands of her mane tossed upon around the pillow. She staggered herself out of bed, eying the small watch across from her. The green 11:02 AM screen told her that she didn't have much time to catch Ms. E. I. Xirt at the book signing, and she headed right downstairs. Wait a moment... since when has Spike worn a watch? She let out a tiny groan, halting in place.

I'll bet it has to be another to and from "lover's exchange" thing from Sweetie Belle. Oh, Spike, are you going to marry her or something? She stood at the edge of the library, looking upon the baby dragon as he curled up against a stack of pillows. He took my study spot. Oh, well. I have a lot of things to do today. She wipped up a quick breakfast, gulped it down, and walked to the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror. It's fine, really. I'm through this. I'm not jealous of anyone. I'm not even that mad about those silly books, really. So what if I have some trouble sleeping or make some bad decisions? I'm not really affected. After all, I'm a smart, moral girl. That's just mindless chick lit. She grabbed the toothpaste, zoning out as she opened her mouth. She flashed back to the ending scenes of Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage.

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My soul hurt. I couldn't stand to even walk across the study. I took one fateful step, halting out of fear of crumbling like a stack of leaves at the start of autumn. Buckle Berry's eyes, those huge eyes that always seemed as sweet as wild strawberries, pointed straight at the fireplace. Of course, he can't look at me, I thought. The moment he does, he'll realize that love means more than just stupid gender lines. I know it!

"Buckle," I said as tenderly as I could. I wiggled my mane atop my head.

"I wish... you..." he moaned, trailing off into nothingness. He propped his huge sides against the door. He could easily break that door in half, with his tough farmer pony strength. He never would, of course. That gentle power made him the perfect protector, the pony that should be my defending knight and I his companion.

I forced myself to walk over. I took his hooves in mine, and I fell in love all over again for the umpteenth time. He took a deep breath as I rubbed. His skin, so muscular and so strong, sent tingles of bliss through my body. I leaned over closer. He didn't react, but I didn't care. He may have made himself into a statue, emotions held back, but I was like a pot boiling over.

"You're... like the best stallion anyone could every have," I said. I ran my hooves up his chest over to his chin. As I moved his head up, I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. I loved tasting him, that farmer's musk driving me crazy, but I felt the pitter-patter of his tears upon my head.

"I WISH YOU WERE A GIRL!" Buckle suddenly shouted.

I had no response. How could I?

"I'm sorry, Cherry, but that's life," he muttered. He stepped halfway out of the door. "Like I said, I'm going to be totally grounded for a whole three weeks. Dad made it clear." His sweet eyes narrowed, fear and shame burning inside them. "'There are no boys who fornicate with boys in our good, clean family. You'll never see those immoral trash again.' my Dad said."

I simply cried, knowing that our love was as fragile as a daffodil in a sea of rocks in the bottom of a quarry. Along had come the boot upon us.

"I... love you, Buckle Berry..."

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"Stupid Jack Bolt's dad! How dare he out Buckle Berry as a coltcuddler to his own father! Those prejudiced pieces of garbage!" Twilight snarled, squirting toothpaste all over the mirror and straight into her mane. She took a deep breath, emotions pooling in a big mess inside her mind. She panted for a moment.

Oh, I can't live like this. She whispered a cleaning spell before magically switching on the shower. I can't be so obsessed over imaginary characters. She leaned over, resting her head atop the sink. "They're not real. Jack Bolt, Cherry, and Buckle Berry. Not real. Not bucking real." She coughed. "They. Don't. Exist." The reflection of Twilight didn't seem to agree. She sighed, magically lifting over the books that she had hidden under the hamper once again.

"Boys kissing boys."

"I wish I knew how to quit you," Twilight said to the two hooves holding an apple on the book's cover. She closed her eyes, and she hugged the books just as she would Spike.

"I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. I loved tasting him, that farmer's musk driving me crazy, but I felt the pitter-patter of his tears upon my head."

"It's because it's enchanted. It has to be." She dropped the books on the floor and stepped into the shower. She kept on thinking through things as the water poured all over her. "That makes no sense, though. Everypony that's read this besides me becomes fans. Fans. That's not the same thing. They don't become totally bucking obsessed with the book, to the point of almost losing their sanity."

Is my book the only one that's enchanted? That thought stuck in her mind like a fly in a massive web. I guess the only way I can find out is to borrow somepony else's book. She finished getting herself ready and headed outside, clutching her saddlebags. She pictured the milk of amorous clover inside, and she had a torrent of mixed emotions.

It's her fault-- Trixie, Rainbow Dash, whatever pony wrote the blasted things. I don't care if it's legal. I don't care if they didn't mean it. They've made me into a naughty girl, and I'm going to... to... Her anger evaporated as she passed besides Roseluck's new cart, gazing at the various displays on offer. The sunny skies ahead just seemed to make the flowers sparkle with pure happiness.

That's a really sweet one. She focused on a set of white roses with frizzy pink tissue paper around it. That's the kind of thing I'd want from my coltfriend. She took a gulp. If I had a coltfriend...

"Hiya, Twilight!" Roseluck called out, jumping behind her.

"Oh, hey," Twilight muttered, dazzled for a moment. She sat down, rubbing her mane with her hoof. "Nice to see you."

"Nice to see you too, gosh," the other mare replied, leaning up against her cart. "You spend way too much time cooped up with your books lately, you need some more sun."

"Sure," Twilight replied. She fantasied for a second about skipping through the nearby forest clearing with Buckle Berry, the shy farmer colt matching her personality perfectly. She dreamed about feeling the while roses placed into her hooves.

Roseluck put a hoof upon Twilight's shoulder, oblivious. Twilight snapped back to reality, putting on a smile. "What are you doing around this part of town, just curious?"

"I was going to a book si--" Twilight began, although she she stopped herself mid-sentence. She shouldn't know that I'm reading trashy chick-lit and not studying! "I mean, I was going to talk about these new books with, uh, Fluttershy." That was a lousy lie!

"Fluttershy is an avid reader?" Roseluck slid her head to the side. "Huh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"Do you ever read through stuff yourself, just for pleasure? Like literature written by mares for mares?" Twilight asked. She has to... I have to know. What if she's a 'bonder' to? Another fanmare?

"Oh, s-sure, but I u-usually stick to stuff like The Canterlot Times." Roseluck replied. Twilight watched intently as a single bead of sweat ran along Roseluck's cheek. "And sometimes, uh--" She shimmed back against the cart, her hooves moving behind her awkwardly. "I'll dip into popular non-fiction stuff like, uh, The Closing of the Equestrian Mind by Allergic Bloom. That one is pretty interesting-- about how the ponynet changes a pony's perception of knowledge retention."

"That's interesting." She almost sounds like she's rehearsed this conversation in her mind. That's the sort of thing that... I'd do. Why would a sociable, everypony-loves-me-always mare do that? Roseluck glanced up the sky nervously, hooves clopping against the ground. Twilight opened her mouth to say something else, but she stopped. She spotted out of the corner of her eye a little black slab of something sticking out of a crack in the cart. She slid down, eyes narrowing, and she saw two hooves holding a apple on the cover. She's a bonder? Roseluck?

"Oh, yes, I, uh," Roseluck stammered, stepping over to the side. She put on a forced smile. "Good to see you, Twilight." She pressed her side backwards and shoved her copy of Y.C.T.B. totally into the cart. "I'd hate to keep you from your meeting with, uh, Fluttershy." Twilight nodded, not sure what to think. "Goodbye!"

Twilight walked off towards Sugarcube Corner, glancing around at the various shops and finding herself lost in thought again. Wow, I wonder how many ponies I'll see at the book sign-- She smacked into a solid wall of something solid and fluffy, knocking herself down. Twilight groaned, rubbing her head to get rid of the stars she saw.

"Oh... I'm... so sorry about that..." said a familiar, soft voice from somewhere.

"Fluttershy, it's alright, I just need-- Holy Cheese and Crackers!"

Her eyes grew wide as sauces as she stared at the gigantic rabbit standing in front of her. Solid white fur stretched from his massive paws right up to his curly face and droopy face. The twelve foot tall thing had a somewhat annoyed expression on.

"Twilight, meet Angel Bunny's cousin 'Steve the Bunny'," Fluttershy murmured from behind Twilight, gesturing at her to shake his paw. Twilight glanced up, seeing Fluttershy's hoof and Steve's huge appendage. She took a gulp, and she reached out.

That thing could rip me in half in he wanted. "It's, uh, a pleasure."

"Steve and I are just about to head to the book signing," Fluttershy said, hovering right above Twilight's head, "You can come... with us... if you don't mind..."

"Signing?" Twilight repeated. Oh, goodness, don't tell me that Fluttershy is also-- She blinked. She saw Fluttershy land atop Steve's left shoulder. The rabbit made a little 'oof' noise as Fluttershy rubbed her wings against his ear, putting on a t-shirt. Twilight stared at the big white 'I'M A TEAM BUCKLE BERRY GIRL' shirt, and her face twitched.

"Oh, you'll come?" Fluttershy made a happy squeal. "That's so... incredibly wonderful..." She wiggled her flowing pink mane across her head.

"I guess, since I-- OH, HEY, WAIT!" Twilight squirmed as Steve's huge paws clutched her sides and picked her up like a rag doll. She felt her saddlebags pressing up against her side, giving her little pains. No! The vials in my bags can't break!

"Oh, I'm... we're arguing? I'm sorry."

"No, it's..." Twilight clenched her face, biting her lip. Am I really going through with my plan to squirt Celestia's perverted love juice on Ms E. I. Xirt? Really? After seeing how like half my friends are fanmares? "It's fine, just be delicate with me-- okay?" That was a stupid plan to begin with. It was hardly even a 'plan' in the first place. She made a very soft sigh as the rabbit placed her upon his right shoulder.

"Hey, Twilight!" Fluttershy called out. She flew over and picked the mare up in the air. She realized that she hadn't been held by one of her friends for a while, and she almost wanted to coo. I feel like I need to be prescribed a hug daily by Nurse Redheart or something. She saw a suddenly flash of grey, and Fluttershy plopped her back in place.

Twilight leaned over, seeing that Steve the Bunny had put on an almost matching 'I'M A TEAM BUCKLE BERRY GIRL' shirt. How... in Celestia's name did Fluttershy get at shirt that size? She scratched her head, thinking, as Steve stomped over towards Sugarcube Corner. She eyed a crowd in the distance, although the glare of the midday sun kept her from seeing too much.

"Sorry that the shirt says 'Buckle Berry girl' and not 'Buckle Berry boy'..." Fluttershy muttered to the gigantic rabbit.

He shrugged, letting out a resigned sigh.

"Hey, Fluttershy, can I see your copy of Young Colts, Tight Bondage?"

She nodded, holding up the book over Steve's ear. Twilight magically lifted it over. Okay, so... enchanted or not? She flipped over to a random page.

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My plot wiggled against the mirror. It was all I could take to just press it flat upon the glass, moaning as I gave Jack Bolt the best motivation in the world. Still, though, I knew that he'd pass over the edge if I did that.

At any rate, I saw pleasure shooting through his body. He smiled in the distance, winking. I turned around, smiling back. I couldn't see if he had excitement going between his legs, but I suspected it.

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Nothing? No reaction? Twilight magically blew into the book, expecting Trixie's blue mist to sparkle out. Nothing happened. She frowned. I need answers, and I need them fast!

"Oh, Twilight, we're here!"

Twilight passed the book back over to Fluttershy, eyes going down to the familiar front side of Sugarcube corner. Ponies, all girls with about two to three exceptions, crowded upon a tiny white stage and a solid gray table. Empty? She scanned across the mass, suddenly noticing something familiar.

To Be Continued...

Part Eight

Pinkie Pie materialized out of nowhere from atop the Sugarcube Corner chimney. Being Pinkie Pie, she somehow managed to disappear and immediately pop up right atop a big white banner, depicting all varieties of sugary pink treats, several feet right above the table. She raised her hooves and cheered. The crowd cheered right along with her.

"Pinkie Pie's in on it too? Is there any mare I know that's not a 'bonder'?" Twilight mumbled to herself. Her eyes hunted around the mass of horses. "This is just so... surreal."

"He smelled like a boy, his wonderful scent and his profuse sweat dripping all over me, but his soft whinnies went on and on— sounding just like a little filly. He knew that I wanted what he wanted, and his thrusts went out of control."

Twilight's face drained as those annoying tones in her head returned, those sensual coltcuddler voices with their boyish tone sticking to her brain like gum to a school desk. She let out a sad sigh. Well... what now?

"Oh, the author will be here soon. I'm surprised that Derpy isn't here yet," Fluttershy said. "She just got out of the hopsital yesterday... poor thing..." Her eyes dropped a little. "She'll be so disappointed... I'll try to get a copy signed for her. Big letters, too... if the author doesn't mind too much."

"Wait, who's that?" Twilight murmured. Rainbow Dash? Dashie! She locked eyes against the blue pegasus, who walked around beside Lyra, Bon Bon, Dinky Hooves (Hey, she's far too young to be reading about coltcuddling relations!), Junebug, Colgate, and a pony with a flowing black jacket and huge hat. Is that... Roseluck? Sure enough, the flower girl seemed to sweat from the midday heat under her flimsy disguise.

Twilight's heart raced as Dash leaned up against the table for the author, the pegasus' wings oddly stuck out at full arousal. Sadly, Dash just nudged herself upwards and took a seat besides the table rather than behind it. Rats! What's your game, Dashie? You're not the author. You're her friend? His friend? You're his marefriend, maybe? She looked over at Fluttershy. She just seemed to be enjoying the moment, oblivious to the war inside Twilight's head.

This isn't good. I can't just sit here. I need to make blasted sure that my book is really and truly the only enchanted one. Twilight shifted awkwardly in place. The gigantic rabbit nudged to the side, arm moving up. "Oh, uh, thanks." Twilight didn't like the feeling of massive paws against her sides, but she ended up on the ground midst the numerous ponies.

"Oh, uh..." Fluttershy muttered, jumping up. Twilight gave a sort of hi-sign that Fluttershy apparently approved off, and the Pegasus sat back down on Steve's shoulder. Twilight glanced about in all directions, not sure what she was looking for or what she really wanted. All of a sudden, Colgate's silky blue mane rubbed up against Twilight's shoulders.

"Hey, Colgate," Twilight said, flipping around. "Can I, uh, see your book for a second?" The other mare just smiled and pulled a copy of Y.C.T.B. Book II from a saddlebag. Twilight scanned it intensely. Nothing's amiss? She flipped through it cover to cover from a splitsecond.

Twilight looked up, seeing Colgate engrossed in some jokey remarks Dash was saying to warm up the crowd, and she turned back to the book. She gawked at a white, filmy stain upon the next to last page. Feminine... uh... emissions? I guess I already knew that it's normal for mares to 'blow off some steam with the stories'. But is it enchanted, blast it? She blew a little bit of magic into the novel.

Nothing? Nothing! Colgate nudged against Twilight once again, pressed by the mass of ponies. She handed back over the book and stepped over to Bon Bon. Twilight tripped against a clump of gravel in the ground, falling on her saddlebag. Wincing, she hoped that she hadn't cracked the vials with milk of amorous clover.

Blast it, I shouldn't have even brought that! I don't want revenge or anything silly like that, no that I know, I just want answers! Still lying upon the ground, Twilight saw Bon Bon accidentally drop a Y.C.T.B. novel. She craweled two feet ahead and magically blew upon that book.

"Still nothing?" she moaned. Twilight popped up into place, a family of older orange mares standing around her in a circle. She heard the oddest kind of popping sounds shooting through the air above her, but she didn't care. Maybe just check one more.

“Fill up my tummy, please. Every last drop. Every last little piece. Give me it all. Master!”

"Ugh, out of... my... head," she stammered, rubbing a hoof against her cheek. She eyed Dinky Hooves across from her. She trotted over. "Hello."

"Hiya," squeaked the little filly. Twilight gushed. Dinky looked even more adorable than usual, a frilly red bow sticking above her mane and a piece of a rose going through it. She also looked as if she'd gone through the full spa treatment-- her hair totally smooth.

"May I see your book for a moment?"

Dinky stepped back, revealing her copy of the original Y.C.T.B. between her feet. Twilight ran through her little test, once again finding not a trace of magic on the novel. She gazed back at the filly, something bugging her subconsciously. That rose on Dinky. Those hooves on Dinky. They both look so familiar.

Twilight scratched her head. She imagined Dinky standing in a solid black background. Well, I... She heard the noises above her growing louder. Suddenly, the ponies began to clap. She hopped up to see.

"Introducing, Miss E. I. Xirt!" Pinkie called out. Twilight's eyes narrowed as she saw a pony coming through the doors of Sugarcube Corner. For a moment, she could just make out an elegant frilly white dress, almost like a wedding dress. Twilight's eyes ran from the shoes, shiny dark grey heels, up along the dress to the matching white gloves on the mystery author's front hooves.

"Mask... of course she's wearing a mask..." remarked Twilight, frowning. She glared at the white bridal-like veil along the author's face and the sunny, yellow-white hat atop atop the author's head. Twilight felt like slamming her head against the ground. Come on, now! At least, I guess I can talk to her. Or him. She swung her head around, looking at all of the ponies idly standing around. When I get a place in line... "Hopefully, in this century."

Pinkie rattled through a traditional Pinkie monologue about 'oh, how this is so much fun', 'oh, this author is so great', and 'everypony comes to the post-signing party okie-dokie-lokie'. Twilight tuned it all out pretty quickly. She wasn't there for fun; she was there for answers, needing them badly. She did get a kick out of a random dance that Dash did with Pinkie, scattering their bodies across the stage.

Twilight tried to make her way closer to the stage. She shimmed in between stacks of young mares, giggling like crazy for some reason or other. She eyed the corner of the stage. She finally ended up just a few feet away, standing right below the tip of the massive Sugarcube Corner advertising banner. Maybe I could just teleport up there on stage? She fantasized about appearing magically behind the author and ripping the hat and mask off. That would be so... so mean, though. What has he or she done, really?

"His eyes bulged, showing that delicicious combination of lust and fear that I just ate from his soul. I throbbed all across my body, desire boiling my insides."

"Out. Of. My. Brain. Now," Twilight hollered, wiggling around in place. She shut her eyes and pressed her hooves against her head. She abruptly made a false step, hitting something long and slippery behind her. She snapped back into attention, glaring down at the cable wrapped around her legs.

What on earth is this? She reached down to disentangle the mess. She pulled something that she shouldn't have pulled.

*Yoink!*

Twilight let out a torrent of gasps as she was pulled straight up into the air. She kicked hard, rattling off a spell. The crowd gasped from several yards below her. The cable magically popped off of her legs. She smiled for a split-second, then realizing that she stood on nothing but thin air.

"Dashhhhhhhhh--" she moaned, feeling herself turned around on her back. She reached over and grabbed the banner to her side. She heard a loud rip, and a blur smacked her in the side. Something sharp and glassy cracked against her body.

The banner curled all over her face, keeping her from seeing a thing. She felt somepony's hooves on her body and wings flapping against her shoulders for a few seconds. Dash? She suddenly heard a thud, and everything went solid white.

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Everywhere I looked, everywhere I went, and everypony I saw... I would always be reminded of Jack Bolt. I could never forget having him holding me close as I gave him my first time, cluching his side as he carried me through the air atop the Everfree Forest, slipping the ball gag into his mouth as he introduced me to the world of bondage, and everything else that I had experienced with that magnificent stallion. I lied down on my same old worn bed that night, thinking hard.

Just the way that he said my name-- "Cherrrry" with that playful snarl-- made a mark upon me. If my heart was a tree, then he would have carved C-&-J all across it. I leaned down and buried my face in the pillow. Still, though, just as soon as I had started swooning about Bolt, my mind immediately flashed with that thick, strong plot attached to Buckle Berry. Oh, Berry, I thought. You're like a rock. You're dependable.

Sex with Bolt was the best, happiest, kinkiest sex one could possibly image. Sex with Berry was making love, in the true sense of those two words. Bolt touched my body. Berry touched my soul. At the same time, Bolt would always be the one that truly made me feel the most, in that special part of my brain that needed things the most. He gave me a special kind of contentment.

I nudged my face upwards. I gazed up at the moon, knowing that I'd see a lot of it for a while with both stallions out of my life. Phobia of coltcudding has to be one of the most horrible things in the world. It literally tore my life into three pieces.

"L-luna," I said, bringing my hooves together, "I know that it's not clear if you want ponies to 'pray' to you like this. I don't know if you're listening. To be honest, I don't even know if you exist. But I'm here. I'm down, crossing my legs, looking up at your moon. Your symbol. Please, Luna, please. Help me. Guide me."

I dripped out a tear.

"Luna..."

I sniffed.

"Help me feel love."

The End

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Twilight let out a soft groan, feeling little bumps around her sides. Nothing broken, thank goodness! She felt herself on a cuddly couch that she hadn't ever felt before. She sniffed the air. It was warm, the scent of fresh bread wafting everywhere. She couldn't recognize the place, though. Is this somepony's house, or something? What by Celestia's mane happened to the book signing?

She moved a little bit, but she immediately stopped. She didn't just feel a bit hurt, she felt hot. Her insides roasted as her legs just naturally curled up against each other. She felt sweat dripping all through her mane.

Twilight put her hooves to the towel over her head. She tried to move, but her limbs didn't quite obey her. Oh, no... what on earth did I do to myself?

"Wake up... sleepyhead..." said a sudden voice from right behind her.

To Be Continued...

Part Nine

"Well, 'Wake up sleepyhead', huh," Twilight moaned, "what is this, a sitcom opening or something?" She shut her eyes, dreaming of a bowl of ice cold water being poured all over her.

"I suppose I could have said, 'get out of my couch', Twilight, but I didn't want to be too rude. Especially for a guest, and especially one that I just saved," the smooth, seductive feminine voice replied.

Twilight simply coughed, rubbing her head as well as her throbbing sides with eyes closed. I don't feel injured per se... I'm just tense. Or something. I feel like my insides are so hungry. So warm. So needy. She tried to think things through, but her mind seemed to have floated up into the stratosphere.

"You saved me, thanks," she mouthed, shifting over and sitting up in the couch, she felt a hoof curling up against her right shoulder. "I'm so happy, Dash. But I never did find out who the author was. And I... I waited and everything..." She sniffed as her body demanded more, more of that wonderful touching along her fur. Her insides screamed for dozens and dozens of tender rubs.

"Author? Ha," the voice laughed, giving Twilight's shoulder and quivering side a sort of mini-massage. The purple unicorn tried her best not to burst out in coos. "You're looking at her." Twilight felt two hooves going up her chest and nudging against her temples, going gently along her fur inch by inch. "Right now."

Twilight opened her eyes, some kind of hazy mist going through her mind and making things loopy. She opened her mouth, panting. Twilight gazed at the mare in front of her, eyes shifting slowly up from the mare's tender gray hooves up to the mare's huge, voluptuous flanks and adorable, curvy face with big, golden eyes pointing in oppostive directions.

"Derpy?" Twilight spat, shivering in place. You!

"The one and only," she replied, hooves moving through her beautiful blond mane. Her wings fluttered out, brushing against Twilight's side, as she plopped on the seat besides Twilight.

"But... you're... doing... and... Dash... the enchantments..." Twilight babbled, gasping for breath in between words.

"You're so cute when you're overwhelmed," Derpy said, putting a hoof onto Twilight's nose. The purple unicorn sat still, eyes focusing on the pegasus' face. "Anyways, I've been waiting a long time for you to wake up. All of your rattling on, delirium or something, told me everything I needed to know." Derpy snickered. "Almost everything, actually."

"Why?"

"Boredom!" Derpy called out, throwing all four of her hooves in the air and wiggling. "Lots of empty time in a hospital will do that for you. I got stick of just browsing books from well-wishers and decided to write my own. Dash helped a lot too. Like--" Derpy, curled over along the couch as flashbacks shot through her eyes. "Dash said stuff like "Bolt wouldn't say that," "Bolt needs to be like 20% cooler," "Bolt should do three loop-de-loops in a row, not just two," and stuff like that." She grinned from cheek to cheek. "She put a lot of herself into the character. I already knew a publisher pony that used the mail office, and he set things in motion. Lots of help from his sister Trixie, too."

"My book. It's just--" Twilight tried to find the right words."It's different. Not like every other one I've seen."

Derpy put a hoof against her face, eyes bobbing around. She tried to suppress what looked like an endless waterfall of laughter, several chuckles still making it through her hoof. She finally slumped backwards in the couch and nudged her leg against Twilight's. "Oh, Fluer De Lis. What a prankster. She wanted the 'first edition', 'Canterlot Book Society' versions of Books I and II to have--" Derpy bent her hooves to complete the image, making air quotes. "Having special erotic potency'."

"Potency..." Twilight repeated. She couldn't right register Derpy's words in her mind; she just wanted to lean across the couch and poise her hooves in the air, submissive like a pet dog. She turned her head down, looking through Derpy's messy living room and the weird objects from fishtanks filled with baseballs to upside down photographs to torn mathematics textbooks with freaky repeating scribblings in bright red ink.

"Fleur sure got those stuffy upper-class twits to lighten up, that's for sure. Trixie even went ahead and imprinted her name on the books, though. I guess she wanted bucking 'spell-copyright' or something." Derpy reached over and made a little motion out the window nerby, something that Twilight couldn't see. "So, I flipped the spell-copyright name. I expected to be laughed at, but ponies started babbling about some silly 'mystery author', and I kept the big joke with further printings."

"Big joke," Twilight whispered. She tried to control her panting, feeling so embarrassed. Her sweat had made a kind of halo acround her couch spot. Her eyes hopped around the room before locking upon a saddlebag. It's... got thick red splotches. Still wet. Wet. She opened her mouth to a gigantic 'O'. I broke the... on me... on it... and I'm... "Oh, my, Celestia!"

"What?"

"How long--" Twilight spotted her hooves all across her body, her mane wiggling across her head as she shifted in place. "Have I been like this!"

"About an hour and a half."

"Oh, Celestia help me." She watched as Derpy stood straight up. The pegasus' grin seemed even more sinister than a moment ago. I have a very bad feeling about this. "The... milk..."

"Of amorous clover?" Derpy whistled. "Oh, Twilight, you are one naughty girl." She stepped over, clutching the edge of the saddlebag. "You know, according to Fluer, Celestia only uses one vial on herself when she has several stallions over. And, my my, you brought two--" She sauntered over, her supple flanks wiggling with each step. Twilight's eyes feasted upon Derpy. "Two whole vials."

"I'm... I was thinking... I wasn't thinking," Twilight groaned, trying to light up her horn and magically grab the saddlebags. Her body didn't obey her. It wanted one thing and one thing only. "I was feeling weird, from reading that enchanted stuff, and I planned to take the vials and..." She paused, shivering as Derpy positioned her body right over hers. She found herself unconsciously leaning her sides over and wagging her hooves in the air, supplicant and ready.

"And what?"

"Use them."

"On who."

Twilight just locked eyes with Derpy.

"Oh, wow. Like I said before," Derpy said, holding the saddlebag high up in the air, "you're a naughty, naughty mare."

"Naughty aughty, getting haughty" called out Dash, popping up from somewhere on the stairs behind Twilight. She curled over, seeing Dash's ears perk. Twilight whimpered as Dash licked her lips.

"I-I'm... s-s-sorry..." Twilight closed her eyes, wishing that she was anywhere else than there at that moment.

"Don't be sorry for us, you silly pickle," Derpy said, squeaking with happiness as she leaned over Twilight. Her hoof went down and drew a soft figure eight upon Twilight's chest. "Be sorry for yourself. You need help. Such an incredible overdose of love potion, you're lucky to be here in one piece."

"I'm doing well enough now. Thanks for resucing me from that fall," Twilight said. She tried to stand up, legs buckling.

"We're more than willing to help," Dash commented, standing up right besides Derpy. Their eyes met for a moment, matching smiles on both their faces. Dash slide-stepped to the left, a hoof reaching out along the tips of Twilight's crazed, frizzy mane.

“Oh, Bolt,” I moaned. He rubbed his face along my neck, teeth scraping against my ear. His mane mixed into mine so naturally.

No! Not now! Out of my mind, you stupid books. Buck you, Trixie! "I can be going now," Twilight whispered, voice so soft that a mouse sounded noisy by comparison, "No help, no nothing. Don't worry. I'm fine."

"Oh, Twilight, your dazed eyes, frazzled mane, endless pool of sweat, and twitching hooves say differently," Dash commented, taking a deep breath.

Twilight desperately wanted to call Derpy off, to tell her that she didn't need any help, but that aching feeling in her loins overpowered her brain. She could do nothing but stare in a sick mixture of horror and excitement as Derpy eagerly thrust her hooves into her soaked saddlebag. The clover, the potion is just going... going all over... Twilight opened her mouth, nothing coming out.

"Now then," Derpy replied. Twilight's eyes traced the beads of sweat going along Derpy's cheeks, the pegasus' heart starting to rattle in her chest. The unicorn felt Dash sit right besides her, the throbbing blue wings stuck out across her belly with feathers going against fur.

Twilight had lost almost all control. She tried to speak, her mouth just hanging out like a statue. She eyed Dash as the pegasus curled her head around, nose going through Twilight's ragged purple mane. She sucked in a huge breath. Dash's lips moved along Twilight's cheeks over to her chin. The pegasus giggled, poising herself backwards. Dash clutched Twilight's shoulders and moved in for a full kiss.

"And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tounge along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

Twilight didn't hesitate to hurl her hooves forward and bury them into Dash's wings. Her legs shivered with the eruptions of pure pleasure going through her head. She titled her head side to side, kiss melting into kiss and then another fresh kiss moment by moment.

"I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined."

Twilight broke the kiss, gasping for breath and flicking her body to the side as Derpy's hooves went down her belly. Derpy's exploration went on as Dash grabbed Twilight, making out with even more intense passion a split-second later. Derpy's touches went into slurps and licks along her fur coupled with full fledged massaging. Twilight couldn't believe it, the sensations amped up to such an insane degree by the magical milk. She heard herself start to purr, sounding almost like a tigress.

Derpy pulled Twilight over and propped the unicorn's legs up along the side of the couch. She wiggled as Derpy tickled her flanks, knowing just how to set her off. Dash halted her kisses to move up and start teasing the unicorn's horn, hooves rubbing up and down with frantic speed. Twilight mind seemed to boil, shot of bliss after shot of bliss inside of her.

"Hey, Twilight," Derpy suddenly called out.

Twilight simply let out an 'uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhh', tongue hanging out of her mouth. Dash's rubbing escalated to a frenzy, the pegasus' wings also nudging pleasure spots that Twilight had never even dreamed of.

"Want to do some, shall we say, 'fictional-physical adaption'?"

"Bolt's teeth stuck out and gripped against the ball gag. I gazed at every last little drop of salvia dripping down along the hard plastic. I brought up my hoof above his head. His eyes met with my whip, and he bit with all of his strength. I saw the teeth marks now seared into the plastic, and I grinned."

Twilight's eyes seemed to grow as wide as canyons as Derpy flew into the air, sliding a chain with heavy metal accouterments from a pole in the ceiling. The locks, bars, handles, and everything else already brought tingles across Twilight's body. "Oh, Celestia!" Twilight screamed, legs smashing against the couch pillows. I don't think I'll be able to walk after this!

"He breathed in deep to take every last drop of that enchanting musk from a hard day’s work bucking at the apple orchard. Bolt quivered in anticipation— every touch of the stallion’s throbbing red flesh shooting electricity into him. Oh, there would be bucking tonight. Guaranteed."

An hour later...

Spike trotted down the stairs, the endless knocking against the door sounding like a city-wide rock fight. He slid to the right against the pillows, just narrowing missing smashing his body against the wall, and he let out a breath. Oh, seriously, what can be this important? His mind flashed over and over again what he'd say to Snake-In-The-Plot's fanfiction requests on PISfiction.net

*Slam!*

"Okay, fine, I'm right here!" Spike called out. Seriously! He threw open the door.

"Hi..."

Spike stared at Twilight. His eyes rippled from the mysterious splotches of sticky material along her cheeks and cutie marks to the trapezoid-like shape of her mane, frizzy strands darting out all over, to the reddish-purple bruises running down her belly and everywhere in between. The baby dragon stepped forwards, Twilight's hoof sticking out and making an invisible line over his head.

"Don't. Say."

"Twilight..." He took a little breath.

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

Spike made a zipper-like guesture across his face, and he shut the door after Twilight. She bucked backwards, front hooves poisied in the air. Spike saw a saddlebag hurling through the air into the mini-fireplace.

"Hey--" he began, but he shut himself immediately.

Twilight smiled, sitting flat down on the floor as the fires consumed the bag and all its contents. She met eyes with Spike, the baby dragon trying not to recoil at the sharp expression deep inside them. He looked down at the floor, moving to the kitchen.

"I'm taking a shower," Twilight calmly stated. "I'll take a long, long while."

"Okay," Spike replied, leaning up against the kitchen door.

"Oh, and Spike?"

"Yes?"

"What's your favorite book at the moment?"

The baby dragon couldn't believe the question, sputtering a moment when he started to think.

"Answer me!" Her teeth clenched.

"The Bubblegum Adventures of Captain Wig-Wam by Chronos," he blurted out, immediately blushing a bit.

"Well! What? What's it about?" Twilight said, eyeing Spike like a hungry snake looking upon a fluffy mouse under a log. Her mane drooped ominiously over her eyes.

"Well, there's this band called 'The Sweet'. They have this set of hits, really little foal type stuff over in Hoofington, and they don't know what to do. Like small time and stuff. They suddenly rip of the riff to this one gigantic single by the Kinky Knacks, and they make this tune about a colt that likes to party every day, all of the day called Chinny Chapcolt. This one stallion named, uh, Captain Wig-Wam joins up to take over as lead singer. They go to Canterlot, and--" Spike suddenly stopped, wondering if he was signing his own death warrant with his spiel.

Twilight simply stared. Spike froze, hardly even wanting to breathe. Twilight finally made a slow, dramatic nod.

"Anyways, uh," he muttered, "In Canterlot, they discover this evil unicorn named Ozzy Ozmare, and she wants to fill the world with darkness by singing songs about like graveyards and like hating your parents and stuff. So, then, the Sweet have to go the underground caves of Coltsville and discover this rocketship, buried by two-legged and two-hoofed pink ancient ailens, that's powered by bubblegum power pop music. They rock out, and they like fly around in their spaceship and solve mysteries by spreading happiness and stuff. They sign that 'Ballroom Blitz' song, you know."

"That sounds like--"

"The song goes," Spike begins, pumping his pelvis in the air and clapping his paws with pure emotion, "I see a stallion in the back. As a matter of fact-- his eyes are as red as the sun! And the mare in the corner, let no one ignore her, she thinks she's the passionate one! OH! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" He threw himself down on the floor, singing for a few seconds before freezing. His eyes moved over to Twilight.

"Like--"

"Oh, dear sweet Celestia, please don't have her kill me," Spike whispered.

"That's perfect!" Twilight's face suddenly lit up. "Give me a copy, and I'll have my mind de-toxified for sure!" She felt something calm, smooth, and sugary stirring inside of her, just from Spike's words while retelling the book.

"Uh, okay." Spike scratched his head. He watched Twilight trot up the stairs and shoot into the bathroom. "Well, that was interesting." He stepped around the edge of the kitchen and idly picked up some of the mail.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." cooed Twilight from far upstairs.

Spike ignored her as he read. "Well, the Canterlot book nerds seem to be losing it over that one novel about the Ponynet being evil or something, whatever." His eyes suddenly locked upon a headline at the bottom of the letter. "What? Young Colts, Tight Bondage the Movie? With the Cherry character played by Sweetie Swan? Blast you, teenage mares!" His paws jiggled with rage.

Spike stood straight up. He let out an angry grunt, grabbed the letter, crumpled it into a tiny ball, and opened his mouth. With a smug smile, he blasted it into flaming nothingness.

The End