Twilight's Gradual Descent Into Sluttiness

                     Twilight almost felt despondent at breakfast the next morning. Spike noticed, though he avoided saying anything, now worried that the wrong thing might provoke Twilight into another night of sleepless research on something he couldn’t hope to understand. Instead, the two ate their breakfast in relative silence. Their quiet meal was interrupted half-way by a ring at the door, which Spike raised himself from his chair to answer.

                    “No, it’s fine Spike, I’ll get it,” said Twilight, pushing her still almost full bowl of cereal towards the center of the table. Spike eyed her with concern, but said nothing.

                    Twilight opened the door to find a bright white earth pony with a brown mane grinning at her. He was holding a small pile of several letters in his mouth, which he lowered to the ground in front of Twilight’s feet.

                    “Sorry to bother you so early. Twilight Sparkle, isn’t it?” His voice was bright and cheerful, and as he spoke Twilight noticed his cutie mark, a trio of four-leafed clovers arranged on his flank. She blinked, not sure if she was confused, or if the sun had gotten in her eyes. Why had her eyes gone right to his flank? He had asked a question, though…

                    “Oh, yes. Sorry. Twilight Sparkle, yes, that’s me,” Twilight answered awkwardly. She felt herself blush as the white pony smiled back at her, still grinning as brightly as the sun behind him. Why was she blushing? Who was this pony on her doorstep anyway, and why couldn’t she remember him? Something in her head wanted to remember him though. Maybe she had seen him before. His coat was so brilliantly white, and his hair was just the right shade of brown to compliment it, swept in a handsome wave across his brow…

                    “Morning Twilight! Like I said, I’m sorry for coming by so early. I just noticed I had quite the stack of your mail that’d been misdelivered to my mailbox.” He gestured with a nod of his head to the house next to Twilight’s library. “I’m just next door, so it’s an understandable mistake. Either way, I thought I’d come by and drop it off.”

                    “Oh, thank you so much!” Twilight blurted. Her face felt hot. A moment of silence hung in the air awkwardly as she shifted her eyes nervously, realizing suddenly that the letters on the ground were hers. With a glow of her horn she lifted them inside, floating the stack of envelopes over to the kitchen table. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name-“

                    “It’s Lucky,” said the colt, still smiling. “I’m not sure I’ve ever properly introduced myself. Not very neighbourly of me! So, consider this my proper hello. I just moved into Ponyville a while ago, but that’s not much of an excuse for me not stopping by.”

                    “Oh, no no no, it’s no problem at all! I can’t believe I didn’t welcome you to the neighbourhood, Lucky. Really, it’s me who should be sorry. Twilight traced one of her hooves on the ground like an awkward filly on the playground who’d just been caught staying out late for recess. Lucky’s expression mellowed momentarily, but he broke back into a grin with a laugh, which Twilight caught herself joining in with.

                    “No worries, Twilight. Either way, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’ll let you get back to your breakfast then, and your mail.” Lucky turned his way to make his way back home. He’d just taken several steps when Twilight felt her mouth moving of its own accord, shouting the word before her brain could process the why or how.

                    “Wait!”

                    Lucky stopped in his tracks, turning around with a grin.

                    “Yes?”

                    Twilight’s tongue felt like taffy in her mouth. She couldn’t remember ever having such trouble forming a sentence before. Still, her face felt like it was on fire. The words in her head were jumbled. What had she meant to say? Something she wanted to ask the colt in front of her, with his handsome white coat and clover cutie mark…

                    “Oh! I was just… I mean, I was wondering. Are you, um… doing anything tonight?”

                    In the kitchen, a spoon clattered loudly as Spike dropped it on the floor. Out of sight of the doorway, the dragon’s mouth fell wide open, and he caught himself staring at Twilight as though she were a stranger in her own house.

                    “Uh… nothing in particular. Any reason for asking?” Lucky raised an eyebrow at Twilight’s question. He had thought the town librarian was a reclusive bookworm, certainly never expecting her to proposition him. But the unicorn had been blushing the moment he opened the door to say hello. Maybe his natural charm was stronger than he thought.

                    “I was just, um, thinking… hoping – er, wondering that is, if maybe you’d like to… uh, do something tonight. Maybe dinner, or something like that?” Her face, warm. Why was she asking? Why couldn’t she stop staring at his mane, or his cutie mark-

                    “Well gosh, I’d love to. Any time you’d like me to pick you, Ms. Sparkle?”

                    Twilight blushed even harder, lowering her eyes to the ground. “Please, um, just Twilight… but, um. Maybe around seven?”

                    “It’s a date! I’ll see you at seven, Twilight,” Lucky said with a wink before continuing his walk back home, now with a noticeable extra spring in his step.

                    Twilight stood at the doorway for a moment, letting the blood drain from her face before making her way back inside. After shutting the door, she stood silently for a moment, her eyes clothes, taking several deep breaths after another.

                    “Twilight,” Spike began, his voice incredulous “what the heck was that?!”

                    Twilight felt her hind legs give out, and her hindquarters fell to the floor. She raised her hooves to her face, pressing on her cheeks as she drew a long intake of air.

                    “I don’t know! I don’t’ know what came over me.”

                    Spike was still staring at her, his mouth agape. The spoon he’d dropped lay forgotten on the floor.

                    “I just… I don’t know. As soon as I opened the door I saw him standing there, and he looked so… handsome. I can’t ever remember myself thinking that about somepony. I couldn’t just let him walk away without… asking him out.” The realization of what had just happened was beginning to sink in to Twilight’s head, and the implications sent her mind spinning. She had just asked somepony out. A male pony, someone she’d never met before. She’d opened the door and seen him there, and immediately her eyes had drunk in the sight of him, like a pony in the desert thirsty for water. What was going on in her head? That meant… the spell must have worked. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest with excitement.

                    She had done it.

                    The feeling of elation flowing through her body was enough to bring Twilight to her feet, and she giggled loudly, clopping her hooves together like an excited foal.

                    “Hahaha! Spike, I think I did it! I think I figured out this whole romance thing.”

                    Spike simply stared on, bewildered.

                    A knock on Twilight’s door hours later drew her attention from the paper in front of her. The journal page had only the words June 26th at the top. “Come in,” she said, and the door to her bedroom creaked open.

                    “It’s just me,” said Spike, closing the door behind him. As he walked carefully through the still haphazardly arranged books and sheets of paper, he caught sight of Twilight at her desk, and stopped in his tracks.

                    “Wow,” he said.

                    “How do I look?” asked Twilight. Her cheeks flushed a little as she turned her head, feeling suddenly embarrassed. She had spent the last hour in preparation for her date, and it showed. Instead of the simple attire she might wear to one of Pinkie’s parties or perhaps on a particularly festive trip into town, Twilight had pulled all the stops in regards to her outfit. It looked like something Spike never could have imagined in her closet, a tapestry of deep purple and bright violet interwoven with sparkling silver. The dress was tapered in all the right places, drawing attention to the small but still noticeable curves of Twilight’s frame. It reminded Spike of Twilight’s gala dress, though much more provocative, and certainly less formal. Twilight blushed even harder as she felt Spike’s eyes drinking in the sight of her, and she lowered her eyes back down to the page of her journal as the dragon finished his analysis.

                    “Wow,” he said again, before swallowing and clearing his throat.

                    “I mean, uh… You look fantastic, Twilight. Really amazing.”

                    “Thanks Spike,” she said, her voice quieter than normal. A moment of silence passed before Spike cleared his throat again.

                    “I, uh, just thought I’d let you know it’s five to seven, so your… date should be here soon.” Spike stumbled on the word, but managed to finish his sentence with a minimal amount of awkwardness. “Oh, and also, there was supposed to be something you wanted me to record for your weather analysis report at the end of the month?”

                    Twilight blinked in confusion, racking her brain to remember the particulars of Spike’s reminder. There was something she had wanted him to take down. Weather, he’d said. She struggled to pull the memory out of her thoughts, which were clouded in her head like a hot steam. For some reason, the only thing she could think about was her impending date. Lucky would be at her door again in five minutes, waiting to take her out for dinner. She’d be spending the evening with him, and his brilliant green eyes and dashing mane.

                    Weather.

                    “Er, right. Yeah, I think I remember. I wanted you to take down, uh… a measurement, I think.”

                    Spike blanched, but squinted as he tried to recall Twilight’s direction from earlier in the week. “It was that thing that measures wind pressure, I think. What’s it called again? I know you’ve got it set up around the back of the house.”

                    “Oh, right. The uh…” Twilight struggled for the word, leafing through the pages of her mental dictionary. Why couldn’t she remember what it was called? To measure wind pressure. The… something… something… “Wind pressure… meter?” she eventually settled on. Spike’s eyes lit up as though a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

                  “Oh, the barometer, right! Now I remember. Sorry, I’ll write down the measurements before I go to sleep tonight.” Spike turned to exist the bedroom, but paused before leaving with his claw on the handle of the half-open door.

                    “Uh, Twilight? I hope you have fun on your date.”

                    Twilight giggled. “Thanks, Spike. I’ll try not to be back too late.”

                    Spike smiled, and closed the door gently.

                    Wind pressure meter? Why couldn’t she remember the word barometer? Even now it felt like a slippery eel between her hooves, trying to escape from the grasp of her mind as soon as she had pinned it down. No matter how hard she had thought, the word had eluded her. For some reason, her mind kept drifting to other things. Her date in just a couple minutes. She’d be seeing Lucky again. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she remembered the way her knees had shaken the first time she’d seen his face that morning…

                    Oh, Celestia.

                    “Am I forgetting things?” Twilight’s mood shifted instantly from anticipation to worry. Normally naming weather instruments would have been a trivial task of simple memorization, but for some reason in that moment she’d been unable to bring the information to mind no matter how hard she tried. And it seemed all day her thoughts had been interrupted, by visions of a bright white coat and brown mane.

Maybe, Twilight thought, I underestimated how strong that spell was.

                    Without hesitation, Twilight dipped her pen in the nearby inkwell and pressed it to the page of her journal.

After 48 hours from the initial spell casting, I am beginning to see some results. A recasting of the spell a day previous seems to have accelerated the speed with which my mind is met... meta… Twilight grit her teeth, struggling to draw the word out of her brain.

Metabolizing the changes, she finally wrote, giving a sigh of relief as the syllables were traced onto the paper.

However, a recent development in sudden vocabulary failure has me worried that the changes of the spell, while so far effective, may be interfering with my normal thought processes. I am hopeful that the difficulties in thought are merely temporary strain during adjustment. So far, results for the change of thought process are promising – at an earlier encouragement on an entirely subconscious behest, I asked a neighbour to dinner, and he is arriving shortly to bring me to dinner. I am hopeful that the even will be educational and help me to further understand the manner in which I am adapting to the changes the spell is making on my thinking.

                    Twilight paused for a moment, upon which she heard Spike’s voice carry up the stairs in a yell.

                    “Twilight, your date’s here!”

                    “I’ll be down in a minute!” she yelled back, taking one last minute to jot down her final paragraph.

In an attempt to monitor the extent the changes to my thinking process, I will endeavour to record the highest extent of my vocabulary each night, so as to have a clear indication as to how the spell might be affecting other parts of my mental abilities.

Anathema: To the opposite interest or directive of a thing or objective.

                    And with that, Twilight shut her journal and dashed down the stairs to meet her waiting suitor.

                    The restaurant Lucky had chosen was one Twilight had never been to, and the ambience was far fancier than anything she was used to. The table the two had been lead to by the mait’rede  was lit by a single candle in the table’s center, with said candle accompanied by two lovely red roses on either side. Twilight had blushed as Lucky pulled her chair out for her, and the two sat in silence for a moment as the clatter of the restaurant carried on behind them. Lucky was the one who had broken the silence, clearing his throat before speaking.

                    “You look quite lovely, Twilight. That’s a fantastic dress.”

                    “Oh! Thank you. You too. I mean, you look lovely too!” Twilight stammered. The onset of blush was immediate, and Lucky chuckled at her awkwardness. The approach of the waiter saved Twilight from further attempts on her part at conversation, and she was delighted for a moment to collect her thoughts as Lucky placed his order.

                    “Just the herb salad for me, thanks,” said Lucky, handing the menu back to the waiter. “Got to watch my girlish figure after all,” he said with a wink in Twilight’s direction, who blushed again.

                    “Very good sir. And for the lady?”

                    Twilight looked at the menu in front of her as though it was her first time reading. She wasn’t sure if it was the nervousness of her first date, or the fact that everytime she looked in Lucky’s direction, she felt her head swimming with stills of his brilliant coat and bright green cutie mark, but she felt very out of it. Almost woozy.

                    “I’ll, um… I’ll have the… daisy. Daisy sandwich I mean,” she mumbled, settling on something plain, but familiar. Half the items on the menu had been in a language she couldn’t even understand. If the waiter was judging her he said nothing, simply taking the menu back as it was handed to him.

                    “Excellent miss. I shall return with your orders as soon as they are prepared.”

                    The waiters exit left the two ponies at the table again. Lucky was still grinning as widely as ever, but Twilight’s eyes were locked firmly on the black tablecloth in front of her. Her head was hurting. She felt like she might pass out, vomit, or both at once.

                    “Are you feeling alright, Twilight? You look kind of out of it,” Lucky asked. His voice was matted with obvious concern, and he reached a hoof out to Twilight’s, which she pulled back involuntarily. It joined her other hoof on her forehead, where she rubbed it back and forth on her temples.

                    “No, I’m… I’m fine, I mean. I’m just not feeling so great all of a sudden.”

                    “Are you sick? We can take a rain check if you’re not feeling well,” said Lucky.

                    “No, that’s okay, I-“ Twilight’s words faltered abruptly as the pain in her head jumped from a five to an eleven. It felt like her head might explode. The pain made her bite her lip, on the verge of screaming, when she felt it subside, just as rapidly as it had come. The sensation of the headache washing away was accompanied by another different, though vaguely familiar feeling, like an electric worm snaking through her brain. Twilight felt her mouth go dry. Cotton balls. Was she awake, or asleep? She blinked her eyes, catching only strobe-like flashes of the black tablecloth. Wake up. She was trying to wake up? This was… this was the way she’d felt, after the spell. Not as tired though. Her head felt muddy. Her thoughts were… slow.

                    “Twilight? Are you sure? Let me take you home if you’re not feeling well.”

                    Twilight opened her eyes. She blinked one more time before raising her head. The tingle in her brain was leaving now, but her thought still felt cloudy, and muddled. She was on a date, she reminded herself. With… with Lucky.

                    Bright white coat, and brown mane.

                    Twilight’s eyes widened of their own accord. In the candlelight, Lucky’s mane flicked with a hint of shadow. It was the perfect contrast to his coat, the perfect pearlescent white of his coat. It looked so soft. Twilight wanted to touch it, to feel its softness. She wanted to touch his mane too, to run her hooves through it, to press her face to it and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of the amazing handsome stallion in front of her.

                    “No, no no, I’m fine, really. I really am just so excited to be here, on this date. With you.”

                    Lucky raised an eyebrow, but gave a light smile, happy that Twilight’s moment of distress seemed to have passed. Twilight was staring at him now, gazing into his bright green eyes, drinking in the sight of his body like an expensive wine.

                    “I did tell you how handsome you look tonight, didn’t I?”

                    Lucky laughed and grinned wider. “Yes, I believe you did, though thank you again. You look great too, Twilight.”

                    Twilight’s eyes were half closed, and she leaned forward across the table, next to the candle as she spoke in a low voice.

                    “Oh, thank you… but I mean, I really must say. You look incredibly sexy right now.”

                    Lucky coughed, and grinned nervously.

                    Somewhere in the back of Twilight’s head, an errant thought jumped at her. She had just called a pony ‘sexy’. She couldn’t ever remember having used that word before.

                    Twilight nudged the candle Carefully out of the way as she leaned even further across the table, her face only inches away from Lucky’s as she spoke almost practically at a whisper. “You look so sexy, I can think of something I’m much hungrier for than dinner.” As she spoke, Twilight lowered one of her hooves to the table, and slid it towards Lucky, placing it seductively on one of his legs. In Twilight’s head, something was screaming at her. One of half of her brain yelling at the other. What had she just said? The impulses making her mouth move were ones she didn’t understand. She just knew that her brain was telling her they were right, and Celestia, she really did think the colt in front of her was sexy. She could feel herself blushing, not just in her face. She was hot all over. Her dress was too stifling. She wanted to rip it off and rub her hot body all over the sexy stallion sitting across the table, to take in the scent of his perfect mane and toned white body, and then plant her mouth on his-

                    “Woah, Twilight! Let’s, uh, slow things down a little. We just met this morning. Let’s just wait for our meals, and then see where the night goes, okay?”

                    “But I don’t want to wait,” said Twilight, raising her hoof from Lucky’s leg and planting it firmly aside his neck, an action she mimicked with her other foreleg. “I want you. Right . Now.”

                    Before she could think about what she was doing, Twilight leaned forward and pressed her mouth into Lucky’s, kissing him forcefully with her hooves on his shoulders. Lucky was too disarmed to respond, and Twilight took the full extent of the opportunity to slather her lips over his, letting out a tiny moan as the heat of the passionate embrace surged through her body. Was this what she had been missing? She couldn’t imagine going through life with any section of her mind locking this away. Nothing she’d ever felt had even come close to rivalling the electric energy coursing through her skin. Hot, he felt so hot. She needed more. She kissed Lucky harder, hungrily sandwiching her mouth against his, pulling him closer in an attempt elevate the pleasure she was already feeling. The sensation was incredible. Time had stopped in Twilight’s mind. She wanted this moment forever, to keep herself locked in this kiss until her body died from the pleasure.

                    “Ahem.”

                    The noise from the side of the table brought reality back for a moment. Still, it was Lucky who had to break the kiss, pulling Twilight’s mouth off him with his forelegs. Twilight let out an almost depraved gasp as their mouths separated, and her eyes opened to see the waiter staring at her.

                    “Excuse me, sir and madam, but this is an establishment with certain standards. Perhaps you would better entertain the remainder of your evening elsewhere?”

                    Oh Celestia. What had she been doing? The thoughts at the back of Twilight’s mind that had been buried in the ecstasy of the kiss came flooding forward as the reminder of where she was collided with her distracted fantasies. What was she doing? She was on a date with a colt she had met this morning, and she had thrown herself onto him, slobbering all over his face without the slightest provocation.

                    Before Lucky could open his mouth to attempt to mollify the situation, Twilight’s voice burst out, far louder than anyone else in the restaurant.

                    “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry!”

                    Without further warning, Twilight shoved her chair out from the table and galloped out of the restaurant, leaving a bewildered Lucky sitting wide-eyed at the table by himself.

                    The sky was dark when Twilight returned home. The door slammed behind her as she made her way into the library, running up the stairs to her bedroom at top speed. Spike caught only a glimpse of her dress flashing past as she disappeared up the steps, followed by the slamming of her bedroom door. As she’d run past, Spike thought he’d heard the sound of tears.

                    “Twilight?” he called out as he walked up the stairs nervously. He was certain now, he could hear sobbing coming from behind the bedroom door. He knocked on the door without hesitation, calling out again. “Twilight? Are you okay? Did something go wrong on your date?”

                    Twilight face was a tear-stained mess as she pulled her dress off and threw it to the far corner of her room. She swallowed and tasted salt.

                    “I’m fine, Spike. It just ended a little earlier than expected,” she said, her voice quavering slightly. She’d stopped crying in earnest on the way home, now simply struggling to fully ground her emotions now that she was back in the comfort of her room. Still, in her head, she was trying to come to grasps with what she had done in the restaurant earlier.

                    “Are you sure? You don’t want to talk about it-“

                    “I’m fine. Please, Spike, can you just leave me alone for the rest of the night?”

                    Spike’s face was heartbroken, but he sighed and made his way downstairs with a downtrodden expression. Twilight, hearing him leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back against the wall of her bedroom, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

                    She had kissed a colt. Her first kiss, with somepony she had met just that morning. And, what’s more, it had been the best thing she’d ever felt. Before the waiter had interrupted, she’d been lost in the utmost ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Something about the heat of another pony’s mouth on hers, and the way the kiss made her feel Lucky’s whole body as an extension of her own. She could feel the firmness of his frame and every inch of his tantalizingly perfect coat and mane as she’d kissed him. Even thinking back on it, the memory gave her goosebumps.

                    But that wasn’t like her, at all. Several days ago, she hadn’t even remotely understood the concept of spending an evening with a colt, let alone throwing herself at him like a mare in heat. That was another thing. The kiss had made her feel hot. Burning, almost. Opening her eyes, Twilight raised a hoof to her forehead. Her skin felt like it was on fire, which matched the rest of her body as she ran her hoof experimentally along her neck and other foreleg.

Am I sick?

                    She remembered the flash she’d felt at dinner, before her body had moved of its own accord, saying things she’d never imagined saying in her wildest imaginings.

I need to cool off.

                    Drawing herself up from the floor, Twilight made her way to her bedroom window and threw it open. The blast of cool night air streaming inside washed over her, and she sighed, running her hooves back through her hair. She’d remember to keep the window closed, in the hopes that she wouldn’t be bombarded another stream of giggles late at night, but only seconds after opening she heard the familiar sound again, the tell-tale laughter of the still school-aged couple going through their night-time prance right outside her house. Still finding herself overcome with morbid curiousity, Twilight peeked her head out the window, scanning the ground below for where the couple might wind up this night.

                    She saw they were wasting less and less time each evening before getting down to business. Only a second of laughter had proceeded the pair tumbling into the grass, pressing their mouths together and running their hooves over one another’s bodies. It was shameless the way they caressed each other in public like that.

                    Twilight thought she heard the sound of a soft moan escaping from the girl’s lips, drifting up through the air to her bedroom window.

                    Suddenly, she felt hot again.

                    The sound entered her ear and sent an electric shock through her brain. Instantly, she felt her legs grow weaker, and she braced herself on the window-frame to keep herself upright.

                    Those two ponies outside her window were touching each other, rubbing their bodies together. Last night she’d caught them going further than that, and now they were leading up to it again. If she kept watching, they’d be rutting any minute.

                    “Oh,” Twilight caught herself moaning without warning. Her hoof flew to her to her mouth to muffle the sound, but it had already escaped. Anxious, she held her breath, but a moment’s observation assured her that the couple on the ground had far more important things to concern themselves with than the sound of somepony watching them. They were lost in their own world. The pegasus girl’s attention seemed to be particularly devoted elsewhere as she laid the male down on his back, then slowly licked her tongue down his body towards-

                    Oh.

                    Twilight felt her knees shake again. Of its own accord, her other foreleg moved, this time downward, between her legs. She let it rest on the inside of her leg for a moment. Hot, so hot. Twilight kept her eyes locked on the couple, the pegasus now paying very detailed attention to colt’s lower region. Even in the dark, Twilight could see what she was doing. Her tongue was still tracing languidly over his skin, now circling the base of what Twilight could see clearly was the colt’s engorged member. Instantly, it occurred to her that it must be quite large if she could make it out from so many feet away. Involuntarily, she let out another moan, this time muffled by the hoof in her mouth, which she bit down on, hard. Hot. Her other hoof slid lower, between her legs.

Oh.

                    She’d never felt something like this before. Down there, her skin was so hot… and wet. Dripping wet, like a faucet. Had she…? No, this was something different. So much better than anything she’d ever felt. Her hoof moved with its own intuition, pressing into her dripping folds. The shock of pleasure made her gasp again, mouth still wrapped around her other hoof. She closed her eyes for a moment, pressing down with her hoof. Her hips moved to meet the motion involuntarily, and she repeated the motion several times, thrusting wildly into her own touch. So good. She opened her eyes again, scanning for a moment to recollect her vision, needing to find the couple again.

                   There they were. The girl was upright now, but the colt was still laying on his back. Their bodies were close together, and the girl was bobbing up and down in the night, her head lolling back, mane tossing back and forth as she rode.

They’re fucking, Twilight thought. She’d never used that word before, wasn’t sure where it had come from. But it felt right. Dirty, almost. It made her skin tingle a little. Fucking, she thought again, and pressed her hoof down onto the top of her slit. Something there felt even better. Her hindquarters moved forward again, and she moaned long and hard into her hoof’s makeshift gag. Fucking right in front of me. I’m watching them fuck. Twilight closed her eyes again, losing herself in the pleasure her hoof was bringing. As she did so, an image flashed through her mind, of Lucky, his white coat lying beneath her as she lowered herself down onto his-

Oh, Celestia.

                    Twilight had never wanted anything more in her life than in that moment. The thought made her mind burn, a white hot desire scorching away across her impulses. Her hips jutted forward, hard, and she rubbed her clit furiously, letting out a long continuous moan into her hoof. The pleasure flowing through her body was overwhelming. Her legs were shaking as she supported herself leaning on the window sill. It felt like she was going to explode, she’d never imagined anything could be this good. She need to scream, to burst into a wave of violent ecstasy. Her eyes opened again, and she saw the couple instantly, the pegasus burying herself in the blue colt’s mane, still bouncing her backside up and down, riding his cock without abandon. The sight was enough to throw Twilight over the edge, and she screamed, her hoof thrashing wildly between her legs as she came. Her skin was fire, and the juices pouring out of her body seemed to double, gushing onto her hoof as she bucked forward over and over, riding the cascade of ecstasy until it finally faded, upon which she collapsed backwards, falling clumsily into a pile of books and papers.

                    “So… good…” she muttered to herself, eyes rolling back in her head as she closed them.

                    But a thought nagged at the back of her mind as she lay there, revelling in the aftermath of her first orgasm. This wasn’t her. She’d never behaved this way before, learned any of those words, or ever thought about kissing a colt, let alone fucking him. So why now, when she thought of lowering her quivering marehood onto Lucky’s cock, or any stallion’s cock, did the imagining make her feel so good?

                    The spell must be stronger than she thought.

                    Her body aching, Twilight pulled herself upwards, standing with some difficulty. She grasped her journal with a glow of her magic, flipping open the pages to her last entry. She thought for a moment, before levitating her pen, dipping it in the inkwell several times.

                    “This isn’t good… it’s too much. I wanted to help myself understand something, not let it take over my head completely...”

                    Taking several deep breaths, Twilight put her pen to paper.

June 26th,

After my date went differently then planned, I’m prepared to believe I may have made some miscalculations in regards to the spell’s construction. I intend to spend the next twenty-four hours examining my formulas and seeing what can be asc… asc… Twilight scratched the word out in frustration. learned about how it is affecting my personality. The spell seems to have changed the way my mind works more than anticipated. I find many of my thoughts are consumed by… romance, or something closely related. It is a fascination which I am not sure is healthy, though it is so far an improvement from lack of understanding. Hopefully further research will help discover a way to bring about a healthy balance between the two mindsets. For the sake of posterity, the date itself was fine. The colt in question was incredibly handsome, and I believe that even without altering my thoughts I would have been interested in him. Kissing him felt fantastic, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. If he were standing right here in front of me, I’d happily take his tongue into my mouth and rub my hooves along his body, then press my skin onto his, letting him feel how hot he was making me. Then I’d-

Twilight caught herself writing with her eyes practically closed. Her hoof had drifted downward of its own accord, stopping just shy of the still flowing wetness between her legs. Biting her lip nervously, she scratched out the beginnings of the last sentence, and finished the page with a final addendum.

Needless to say, I find myself rapidly understanding the attraction of romance as a pursuit or interest. I just hope it is not at too great a cost for now.

She chewed the feather of her pen for a minute before jotting down the final piece of the entry.

Infatuation: a strong attraction to or fondness for.

                    Closing the journal, she returned it to its place on her desk before turning to face the pile of research materials littering her bedroom. Research, she decided, could wait until the next morning. Right now, she was exhausted.

                    Tossing herself into bed with a sigh, Twilight flicked out the light to her bedroom and wrapped herself in her blanket, trying to clear her mind and drift to sleep. The instant she closed her eyes, however, she found her mind’s eye plastered with the sight outside her window from just minutes ago. That colt’s giant cock, and the way the pegasus had licked it so seductively before riding, throwing her head back in pleasure…

                    Twilight’s hoof snaked down her body and pressed against her damp slit, rubbing up and down several times before making its way to her sensitive clit.

                    One more before bed couldn’t be a terrible idea.