Let's see … carry the one … no, borrow the one. Rookie mistake, easy to make. But you can't make any mistakes here, Twilight Sparkle. Not on this!

Hmm? Oh, hi there! I'm Twilight Sparkle. Welcome to my humble abode! Here at the Ponyville Library, we have all the books you need to cater to that reading itch you've got. Come on, now. Don't be shy. We' have everything covered. Are you here for romance? Perhaps a swashbuckling adventure tale? Or maybe you want to know what's that I have on my chalkboard?

…

Oh! That was a question. You want to know what I have on my chalkboard? Well … it's simple, really. Just a few equations. Some alternate scenarios and predictions. Nothing to get excited about, unless you love math like I do.

You want to know what it is? What it really is? Okay, fine.

I … probably shouldn't be telling you this, but it's secret plans to overthrow Celestia. Now, you may ask yourself, why would I want to do such a thing? Surely Twilight Sparkle, the prized, most loyal, most faithful, most studious student of the Princess would never want to overthrow her! Surely there must be something wrong here! Well, you're right. There is something wrong, but it's not with me.

Let me explain. A few weeks ago, my friend, Fluttershy, got into a relationship with Sunset Shimmer after Sunset hypnotized her and …ugh, just thinking about it makes my skin crawl … and had sex with her. So Sunset Shimmer had sex while Fluttershy was hypnotized, incapacitated and unable to give proper consent, and they hit a relationship off when Fluttershy, knowing Sunset was watching, didn't take the chance to inform me and report Sunset Shimmer to the authorities! You know, like Fluttershy should have!

Yeah, I know. What a healthy basis for a long and lasting loving relationship, right? Anyways, that's not important right now. What you need to know is that Fluttershy wrote a book based on her … experiences with Sunset Shimmer. It was a steamy thriller, loosely based on her's and Sunset's relationship. There's a kidnapping plot and something to do with corporate vandals trying to cheat a heiress out of her proper fortune, or so I'm told. I'm pretty sure that part is artistic license, as Fluttershy didn't mention anything to us about a kidnapping or industrial fraud when she told us the story of how she and Sunset got together.

Anyways, she won this obscure reward for it. The Erotic Horror Novella Contest Prize Medal. When Princess Celestia presented the award to her, she mentioned she participated in the contest and wanted that prize for herself.

So … I started devising a plan to overthrow her and take her place on the throne. Equestria cannot be ruled by such a pervert!

What's that? You're saying I'm putting Celestia on too high a pedestal? You're saying that Celestia, for all her accomplishments and long life, is still ultimately a pony, with pony desires and needs? You're saying I just don't like to think of my mentor as engaging in this kind of activity, and this plan to usurp her is just me throwing a tantrum at the fact Celestia isn't as good and perfect as I thought she was?

Shows what you know! I've put a lot of thought into this plan. What's that? Speak up. My parents had to have sex to give birth to me? Ugh! Ew! No! Why would you even mention that? That's not remotely the same thing!

Okay … yes. I understand in order for me to have been born, my parents had to have … mated at some point. But I don't see why that should let Celestia off the hook. She's supposed to the Princess! The moral pillar of all of Equestria! She can't be a pervert who enjoys reading and writing erotic novels?

I have a brother, true … which means my parents had to have mated more than once. Again, ew! Why do you bring this up? Yes. Yes. I know this. Please. Just. Stop talking. Ugh.

Anyways … if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to devising a plan that will work and take Celestia completely by surprise. So unless you'd like to check out a book … good. That's what I thought.

I turn back to my chalkboard, resting a hoof to my chin as I examined my equations and plans. Hmm... no, I don't think would work. She'd see that coming. Maybe this one? No. The castle has magical charms around to keep that way from working to … what to do?

I stop. My ear perks up, picking up a whistle. I know that sound. After how many times its happened, I'd be a fool not to recognize that sound. That is the whistle of a falling Rainbow Dash, about to come crashing through my roof.

I run to the window. I look through the window and, true to form, Rainbow Dash is plummeting from the sky like a rainbow-colored comet, a rainbow trail blazing behind her. Sometimes I think maybe she was a comet in a past life, or at least something that liked to fall at great heights at great speeds.

Like a lemming. Pardon my use of an urban myth. That thing about jumping lemmings? Totally fake.

Anyways, I should probably do something about Rainbow Dash before she crashes into my house. The insurance company has even given me a special discount for “Rainbow Dash-related damages to property.”

Using my magic, I open the window and ever-so-subtly take control of my friend's body, only for a brief moment, just enough to tilt her downwards so her descent will lead her right through the open window. She would never notice.
As usual, Rainbow Dash is within feet of the library before she realizes she's going to crash. As planned, she flies right through the window, crashing into and scooting across the floor in a rainbow-colored blur, the air displaced by her sending a bunch of papers I have on my desks flying and billowing into the air.

With a bored look on my face, I use my magic to close the window and gather all the papers up, putting them back on my desks in neat stacks. I'll have to organize and sort through them later.

“Hello, Rainbow Dash.”

“Hey, Twilight.” Rainbow Dash said, lying in a curled heap of limbs on my floor. With a grunt, she rights herself and stands up, cracking her neck. She notices my chalkboard. “What's this?”

“That?” I say, beginning to get nervous and letting a bead of sweat drip down my cheek. I could tell you everything because, well, I don't think you're actually here, are you? No. No you're not. Because I'm on this side of the page and you're on that side.

But Rainbow Dash? Rainbow Dash isn't stupid. Dense, sometimes, maybe a little clueless, but not stupid. She'd be able to figure out what's going on, and she's loyal. She'd probably tell on me to Celestia in a heartbeat.

So, best to just cut the knot.

“It's a bunch of plans I'm developing to overthrow Celestia and take her place on the throne.” I tell her.

Honesty was the best policy.

Rainbow Dash gave the chalkboard a confused look, tilting her head, before looking to me.

“Is this because you're still upset about that Erotic Horror Novella … whatever?”

Ugh! Why does everypony seem to go straight to that? Not you, of course. I had to tell you about it. But Rainbow Dash ... Sunset Shimmer ... they always seem to ask me "You're not still upset about what Celestia said at Fluttershy's award ceremony, are you?" Anyways, back to Rainbow Dash.

“No!”

Rainbow Dash looked like she didn't believe me.

“Maybe a little.” I admit.

“Twilight, Twilight, Twilight.” Rainbow Dash shakes her head disapprovingly. “You can't just overthrow somepony because they're participating in a sexual event you don't like.”

“I can too!” I stomp my hoof. “The Princess of Equestria should be above such … mortal weaknesses!”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do if, one night, Rarity gets drunk and tells you she did something with a stallion you disapprove of? Or Fluttershy starts bragging about what Sunset Shimmer did to her in bed last week? Are you gonna try and overthrow them, too?”

I'd hate to admit it, but Rainbow Dash had a point. However, I was too certain of myself, too sure of my own cause, to try and have an intelligent discourse with her.

“Maybe.” I spat at her. Agh, no! I know I'm upset, but why would I say that? That doesn't even make sense! What am I going to go do, “overthrow” Rarity by taking her place as the most famous dressmaker in Ponyville?

“Maybe?” Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow.

I put a hoof to my face. “No. I'm not going to try to overthrow Rarity, or Fluttershy, or any of our other friends just because they're doing something naughty that I think they shouldn't.”

“Good.” Rainbow Dash nodded. She gives me a stink-eye. “Or Cadence?”

“Especially not Cadence! Or Shining Armor.”

“Good, good.” Rainbow Dash nodded. “Now, will let you Princess Celestia be? She may be a thousand-year old Princess, Twilight, but she's still a pony. She's allow to have her own ways of spending her downtime, and it's not up to us to judge her for that.”

I sighed and hung my head. “You're right.”

“Of course I'm right. It's up to the newspapers to judge her for that. Let the newspapers do their job, Twilight. Don't judge Celestia, or you'll kick them out of their jobs!”

I chuckled. I did feel a little better.

“And don't tell me you don't ever have any … naughty thoughts?” Rainbow Dash wiggles her eyebrows, giving me a lecherous grin.

I blushed. “N-no! Never!”

Rainbow Dash laughed. “Okay. You don't have to tell me, Twilight. It's embarrassing. I get that. I don't care about what they are. But don't try to pretend you don't have them.”

Well … if I'm honest, I did … kinda have a bit of a filly-crush on Cadence when I was young and she used to foalsit me. It was puppy love, I was young, and I didn't know what I was doing or thinking about. Sometimes … sometimes I think about her, though. Sometimes I have, as Rainbow Dash put it, naughty thoughts about her.

I would never, ever act out on them, though. Especially after what I did to make damn sure she and Shining Armor got married. It would take some kind of mind control to get me to even think about carrying those ideas out.

“Well, if you're all done with your plans to usurp your Princess, backstab your mentor and mother figure, and betray all of Equestria ...” Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes at me. “Rarity wants to go to the Crystal Empire. She wants to visit that human place you went and explore the fashions there.”

“Oh, does she?”

“Yeah. Why else do you think I would barreling towards your house at fifty miles an hour?” Rainbow Dash.

Well, it's not like you haven't done exactly that a hundred times before, for a number of different reasons … not all of which I found satisfactory answers for destroying my house.

Rainbow Dash left out the door. I looked to my chalkboard for a minute. Realizing Rainbow Dash was right, I gave a slight smile to myself and used my magic to turn the chalkboard, flipping it over to the other side, where it was blank – a clean slate. Closing my eyes and smiling, I turned around to the door and after Rainbow Dash, joining her on her way to go see Rarity.

Whoo! Today was a busy day.

We went to the Crystal Empire, there was a mishap with the magic mirror, Rarity got turned into a centaur and had a magic vest put on her which made her want to rut Applejack, I tried to correct Applejack's pronunciation of “centaur” …

Oh, yeah, and … I can't believe this. Not only is Celestia a pervert, but she's also a voyeur, too! She just … stood there and watched (well, listened in) while Rarity, under mind control, had her way with Applejack. And to think Rainbow Dash had me convinced not to try overthrowing her, after all!

My plan is back on.

I look at my chalkboard before noticing how dark it is. I guess it is pretty late, and I did have a very busy day. I could stand to go to bed a little early.

I roll over under my covers, basking in the morning sunlight being cast off from the window. I open my eyes, sit upright, and rub the sleep from my eyes as I let out a big yawn. “Aaah ...” That extended nap really hit the spot.

I throw my covers off and step down to the floor. I have a busy day ahead of me. I have to figure out my plan to overthrow Celestia once and for all. And maybe send her to a behavioral correction facility while I'm at it. First, I need to figure out how to recreate that vest Cadence found. Second, I need to disguise it in such a way that Celestia won't realize it's the vest until I've already put it on her and it's too late.

I'm talking like a supervillain? Oh, be quiet. I'm not one of those mask-wearing lunatics from Spike's comic books.

That reminds me, Princess Luna said she was going to be getting us therapists. I expect we'll be getting visits from them sometime soon …

Where was I? Oh yes, the vest!

Climbing downstairs, I magically pull the chalkboard towards me, still on its empty, blank side from yesterday. I levitate up a piece of chalk and begin drawing on the chalkboard, sketching out what I can of the vest's design from memory. Let's see … it was purple, with yellow accents. Fairly large …

I finish my drawing and lay the chalk down. I back away from the board to admire my artwork. I nod and smile, pleased with my results, until I notice an odd lump by one of my many desks.

I raise my head off to the side. It's black and round, trying to make itself appear tiny and hide.

“You can come out now.” I say to it. Honestly. A pony with my attention to detail, and it thinks it can hide from me? By my desk? I've got OCD-esque tendencies to an extreme! Something being off near my desks is one of the first things I would notice.

The bump rustles, unsure whether or not I'm talking to it.

“I can see you. There's no point hiding.”

Convinced, the bump rises up. It reveals itself to be a stallion, with a stocky snout, pale, marshmallow-white skin, red eyes, and a black and red cowl, complimented by a gold necklace. Wait. Is that what I think it is?

“Good evening.” The white stallion says in a posh voice with an accent I can't place. “Well, morning. I have come to suck your blood and make you one of my children of the night.”

Yep. It is exactly what I think it is.

I back away as he approaches me, pretending to be nervous. My eyes scan the room for some method of defense. “Oh, um, well … I'm flattered, Mister Vampire, but I'm afraid I have to refuse. See, I'm really very busy, and I don't have time to be a child of the night doing … child of the night things.”

“Nonsense.” The vampire stalks towards me. “You can always reschedule.”

Strange as it sounds, he's probably. It wouldn't kill me to lighten up about my schedule every now and then …

Anyways, I back into a corner, further away from the windows and the sunlight. The corner is shrouded in complete darkness.

The vampire comes closer towards me. His bright, pearly fangs glisten, a smile cracking on his wicked face. He licks his lips in anticipation, and opens his glowing red eyes wide at me, preparing to hypnotize and enthrall before going in for the killing bite.

That's when my horn flashes and I cast a reflecting spell, which throws his magic back at him. I was in control the whole time. I was only pretending to be frightened to lull him into a false sense of security. Blindsided from his hypnosis being thrown back at him, the dizzy-eyed vampire staggers where he stands.

“Now, listen to me.” I tell the vampire, walking up to him and putting a hoof on his cold chest. “You're going to leave. You're going to go back to your cave or coffin or whatever and not bother anypony else for the rest of the day. You'll go and find somepony else to bite. In fact, even better, you're never going to bite anypony again. You're going to become one of those vampires who only feeds from blood banks, and maybe the occasional carrion. Understand?”

The confused, hypnotized vampire nods. “Of courze … but … I cannot leave now. I will burn out in the sun!”

“You can borrow my umbrella.” I levitate a spare pink umbrella I have towards him. I think it was a gift from Rarity to “help with my complexion,” but I don't need that kind of thing. And I'm sure the bearer of the Element of Generosity wouldn't mind me giving something away to somepony who needs it, would they?

“Many thanks.” The vampire takes the umbrella and opens it over his head. I've heard it's bad luck to open umbrellas indoors, but what he is going to do? Open it outside, after he's already exposed himself to the sun?

With his cowl trailing behind, the vampire leaves through the front entrance, carrying the pink umbrella over his body to keep the sunlight out. It just occurred to me how silly he looks, with his big, black cowl … and pink umbrella. Rarity would despair at the mismatched colors.

Chuckling, I turn to go back to my chalkboard, but I hear something behind me. That's another sound I recognize. Yesterday, it was the whistle of a falling Rainbow Dash. Today, it's the rattle of a Pinkie Pie whose somehow gotten into a small place where she shouldn't logically fit. Sometimes I wonder if she's maybe a supernatural creature in pony form, who has special teleporting properties so long as she isn't observed.

“OH, COME ON!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, bursting out of her hiding place by the table. I knew she was coming, but my heart still skips a beat. “I was totally expecting you to have sex with that vampire! Otherwise I'd have never invited him?”

“Pinkie,” I say with a laugh, “I'm not going to have sex with a – wait, what did you say? You invited him?”

“Well, yeah!” Pinkie says. “Don't you know? Vampires have to be invited in! They can't come in without an invitation.”

“Pinkie Pie, why would you do that?” I ask. As you can imagine, I'm concerned to hear my friend is inviting vampires into my house without my knowledge or consent.

Pinkie shrugged. “I just figured it'd fit into the pattern, you know?”

“Pattern?” I raise an eyebrow. “What pattern?”

“Fluttershy had sex while hypnotized with Sunset Shimmer as a snake. Rarity had sex with Applejack while wearing a mind control vest and being a centaur. I figure, sooner or later, the rest of us are going to have mind-control sex with some other supernatural creatures. I figured I'd try to hurry the process along. You know, so we could get this over with. So I invited a vampire to your house, and then you two would have hypnotized sex of questionable consent, and whatever force is doing this could move onto the next pony!”

She does have a point. It wasn't too long ago Fluttershy told us about Sunset, and then the incident that happened yesterday with Rarity, the mirror, Applejack, the vest … there's certainly an odd casualty at work here, I'll give Pinkie Pie that.

However, I'm still not pleased she brought a vampire into my home. A vampire! An undead predator of the night, feeding on weak and vulnerable mares and stallions! What kind of pony does that?

“Okay, Pinkie Pie … that is an odd trend, and maybe you're onto something. But just because three of our friends have had some kind of hypnotic, sexual encounter doesn't mean the rest of us are going to.”

“Shows what you know! Do you know what kind of story we're in right now?”

I raise an eyebrow at her. I always knew Pinkie Pie was a little … eccentric, but I think she may have finally cracked in the head. “Erm, yes … anyways. Pinkie Pie, I don't want you bringing vampires into my home. Or anypony's home, for that matter! Promise me, Pinkie Pie. No more vampires.”

“No more vampires.” Pinkie nods and puts a hoof over her heart.

“Good.” I turn back to my chalkboard.

“Oh! What about -”

“No.” I cut Pinkie off. “No vampires. No … whatever you were going to say. No supernatural creatures of any kind!”

Pinkie Pie groans. “Ugh. Fine. But you'll be sorry when your next birthday happens, and we can't have the Breezie Symphonic Orchestra play you a birthday song because you wouldn't let me sneak them into your house the night before!”

The … what? I look to Pinkie to ask what she's talking about, but a pink blur is already escaping through the front entrance. Oh, whatever. I need to get back to my planning.

Now, how to recreate this vest …

Several hours later … and I have no idea what I'm going to do. My face is pressed flat against the chalkboard, my brain having run dry of ideas hours ago. I should stop. I need to take a break.

“Mmm ...” Grunting, I put my hooves against the board and push my mushed-in face out from it with a pop. I hear the door to the front entrance open, but I don't think anything of it. I run a hoof through scraggly mane, trying to tidy it up.

“Hello, Twilight.”

“Cadence?” I mumble back without looking at her. It's always a pleasure to see her, but I'm feeling pretty low on energy right now. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing. I just felt like paying a visit to somepony … special to me.”

“That's nice.” I mumble. “I'm sorry …” I wipe at my chin, thinking I got something on it. “I've been busy all day, so forgive me if I'm not the best host at the moment ...”

“Twilight, I really think you should take a look at me.”

What? What is she talking about? I turn around to face her … and my jaw drops, my eyes going wide.

Cadence is dressed in an elaborate costume. Strings of silver beads are hanging from her legs and wings. A silver tunic is tied to her chest and a shiny pearl is on her horn. Tasseled bands are wrapped around her hooves, and she's carrying a harp in one hoof. It makes me think of a belly dancer.

She looks … amazing. Gorgeous. The silver clothing works with her pink coat rather well. The strings of beads dangle and bounce as she moves. She looks so classy, so elegant …

And dare I say … sexy?

“Do you like it?” Cadence asks, twirling in place, swinging the beads around.

“Uh … yeah!” It takes my brain a minute to process she's asked a question. “I love it. It looks … really good on you.”

“Thank you!” Cadence giggles.

I can't help but wonder why she show up to my house dressed like this, of all things. Did she just want my opinion before she went out somewhere? “What, uh … what is it for?”

Cadence smiles. “It's for you.”

“Oh. Well, that's nice, I guess – WHAT?”

“This ...” Cadence gestures with one leg at her costume. “Is for you.”

“What – what do you mean by that?” I ask. To be honest, I'm afraid of the answer.

Cadence clicks her tongue. “Well, to make a long story short, I got tricked into a bet …”

“Okay ...”

“I lost.”

“Go on.”

“The condition for me losing was … I had to go have sex with a mare. And I figured, who better to do that with than that my favorite filly, Twilight Sparkle?”

“What?” My cheeks turn the brightest shade of red you could possibly imagine. “No! I-I couldn't! Me and .. you? No!” I back up against the chalkboard, climbing on it. “Does Shining Armor know about this?”

“Oh yes. He was part of it! His condition was that he had to go have sex with a stallion. He's probably looking for somepony right now. In fact, it was his idea for me to come to you.”

My emotion changes -from embarrassment to suspicion. “Oh, really?”

“Yes.” Cadence nods. “He said he suspected you had a crush on me when you were younger, so that would make you the ideal candidate.”

“But … I couldn't! You and me … together? In bed?” I stammer. “What about all the stuff I had to do at your wedding just to make sure you and Shining Armor got married?”

“Consider this a belated reward for all your hard work that night.” Cadence says, as cool and calm as could be.

“N-no.” My heart is pulsing. What was I saying? All those fantasies I had … the perverted dreams which have kept me asleep at night … I could carry them out. I could carry all of them right now. But no. I couldn't. I can't take advantage of Cadence like that.

“I'm sorry, Cadence, but I can't.” I tell her. “The answer is no.” And I was set to remain firm on that.

“Okay ...” Cadence sounded disappointed. But I would not be moved. She held up the harp. “Can I at least do a dance for you?”

I relax a little. “I … guess that would be okay.” After all, what harm can a little dancing do?

“Thanks.” Cadence smiled and began her dance. She tapped her hooves against the floor, rocking back and forth. The beads rocked back and forth with her.

She stood up on her hind legs and twirled around, spreading her wings out, spinning like a graceful top. The beads on her wings swayed as she twirled before she landed on her feet again.

She continued to rock, and shimmy, and sway, the string of beads swaying with her. I couldn't help but be drawn to them. They were so many of them on her body, and they were so shiny and pretty …

To go along with her dance, Cadence strummed the harp. A dancer who had to provide their own music. There was something appealing about that. The music was an elegant hymn, as graceful and fluid as Cadence herself … there was something oddly relaxing about it. I just wanted to listen to her play it. I just wanted to listen to Cadence play her harp and to watch her dance her dance … oh no.

I'm becoming hypnotized! Oh, I should known something was up! Why didn't I listen to Pinkie Pie earlier?

“Is something wrong, Twilight?” Cadence asks me in a soothing tone.

I don't know what to say. For all I know, something is wrong with her. Maybe she's under the influence of something herself. And if she is doing this to me of her own free will, I'm not sure I want to know the truth.

“N-no! Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine.” I tell her.

“Good.” Cadence purrs the word, and its music to my ears. “Why don't you just relax? Just enjoy my little dance.”

“Uh, uh, sure.” I mutter, not sure what to do. I couldn't let her know I was on to her. Although somehow I got the feeling she already knew I was.

“Watch the beads, Twilight.” Cadence commanded me, doing another twirl. “Watch the beads and listen to the harp.”

“Uh … I'm not sure I want to ...”

Cadence strummed another few notes on her harp. All of a sudden, I felt compelled to obey her request. I began counting the beads as they dangled and bounced from her smooth, fluid movements. One … two … three … four … five … six …. seven … eight … nine … ten. Oh, what am I doing? There must be hundreds of them on her!

She seems to know my thoughts, as she plays the harp again, and I'm compelled to begin counting again. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten … eleven, twelve, thirteen. Wait, I think I counted that one already. This would be easier if Cadence would stop moving! Stop dancing so … melodically and hypnotically. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten …

“You seem to be having a little trouble.” Cadence says. “Why don't I help you? Count with me, Twilight.”

“Okay.”

We count in unison. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten …”

“Relax.” Cadence says, throwing our count off.

I shake my head. “Cadence! You made me lose track!”

“Sorry. Want to try again?” Cadence suggested, playing one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten notes on her harp.

“Sure.”

We try to count in unison again. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten ...”

“Submit.” Cadence whispers. My head instantly picks up on her words and resets the count.

I start the count over, keeping it in my head this time. And I'm no longer focused on just the beads. I'm counting everything. The number of steps she takes in her dance, the number of notes she plays on her harp, the number of twirls she does. Steps; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, relax. Notes; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, submit. Twirls; one, two, three … submit. What else is there? The number of times she blinks. One, two, three, four, five, relax.

The tassels on her hoof bands. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight … submit. Submit. Submiiiittttt.

I can't do this anymore. I can't keep counting like this over and over. I hang my head, staring at the ground. My own mind betrays me, whispering numbers and words into my head. One, two, three, submit. One, two, three, submit. One, two, three, Submit. Submit. Just submit …

“Are you relaxed, Twilight?” Cadence asks.

“Yes.” I answer, nodding my head with the slowness of a sleep-deprived pony. I bet I must have resembled Rainbow Dash's pet tortoise, Tank.

“Are you submitting, Twilight?”

“I'm submitting. I'm submitting!” I tell her. I connect the dots and grow angry. I lift my head up and glare at Cadence through half-lidded eyes. “You … manipulative … little … you knew numbers would be the best way to hypnotize me, didn't you?”

Cadence giggled. “I do know much you love math. Aww. Don't be like that, Twilight.” By now, my lips had curled into a disapproving pout. “Don't you want this?”

“W-what?” I stutter. “Why-why would you ask that?”

“Don't tell me you've never had a perverse fantasy involving me?”

How did she know about that?

“Shining Armor suggested it.” Cadence explains. “Not that he or I blame you. I mean, I am pretty gorgeous, aren't I?”

“What's wrong with you, Cadence? You don't normally talk like this ...”

“Oh, I'm just … in-character.” Cadence said. “And my character is the beautiful, seductive muse who entrances the thoughtful, intelligent protagonist and drags her away from all her books and knowledge. Which is you.”

“Yes, I gathered that.”

“Don't be sour, Twilight. I mean … for one thing, you ought to-”

“Stop. I see what you're doing.” The line was already running through my head. One, two, three, submit. One, two, three, four, five, submit. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, submit.

Cadence strums another ten notes, and my body goes limp, my head hanging.

“Tell me what you want, Twilight Sparkle.” Cadence says with an arrogant, yet sensual smile.

I feel frozen. It feels like puppet strings are connecting themselves to me. My body shivers. I say what I think she wants to hear.

“IIIIIIIIII waaaaaaaaaannnnnt yyyyyyooooouuuuu ….”

Cadence shakes her head disapprovingly. “No, that's not it. Be sincere, Twilight. Be honest. What do you really want?”

I pause. I think about what's happened these last few minutes. About what she's said. She knows. She knows.

I speak again, and I speak the whole truth.

“I want you to rut me!”

The immaterial puppet strings let up on my body. Ah, so I tell the truth, and the strings let go? Is that how this works? I can't help but notice my speech was less strained, as well. So … I have to tell the truth, or I get wrapped in puppet strings, with my speech strained?

Cadence smiles and walks over to me. Still feeling frozen to the floor, I can't do anything but look up at her. She puts a hoof under my chin and smiles at me.

She puckers up. She puckers her moist, plump lips. She gives me a kiss on the lips. It feels like an electric shock goes through my body.

“Good girl.” Cadence tells me, stroking my mane.

Hearing Cadence call that sends another jolt of pleasure through my veins. Feeling as though I'm in the presence of a goddess, I sit down on my haunches and bow. “Call me a good girl again, Cadence.”

Cadence chuckles. “You have to be a good girl before I can call you one, Twilight.” Cadence takes my hoof and helps me to my feet. “Why don't we take this to your bedroom?”

Oh, yes. Please! I smile to let Cadence know I approve.

Holding my hypnotized, drugged, sleepy body up, Cadence helps me the stairs.

“Hey, Twilight!” Spike comes into the room. “I was looking through the kitchen just now, and thought I could make – uh. Huh?” He's clearly confused about what Cadence and I are doing.

“Spike.” I glare at him. “You will mention this to no pony, understand?”

“Okay. I'm just gonna go back into the kitchen.” Spike pointed at the kitchen before walking into it. Why he felt the need to point, I don't know.

Cadence and I arrive at my bedroom. Getting excited, I separate myself from Cadence and run to the bed, jumping up on it and bouncing on the mattress's springs. I roll onto my back and give Cadence the most seductive glare I can manage.

Cadence smiles at me.

She spreads her wings and flies up, descending gracefully over the bed and onto me, the hypnotic beads still swaying from her body.

“Turn over for me, Twilight.”

I obey, rolling around onto my stomach. Thus vulnerable, Cadence pins me down and pulls my wings out. She begins to lick and nibble at the base of my wings, teasing me, taunting me with the unspoken promise of more of this kind of pleasure to follow.

She nibbles. She gnaws. She bites my wing, tugging at it before pulling out a few feathers.

“Ow!”

“Oops.” Cadence spits out the feathers she's pulled off. I know this because I can hear her spitting. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

“Mmm.” I smile to let her know it's okay, and turn over again, wanting more than just a little nibble on my wings.

Cadence smiles at me and bends her head down, sticking out her tongue and dragging it across my stomach and chest. She lingers on my chest for awhile, giving it lick after lick, creating a pool of saliva.

“Cadence ...” I utter her name, breathless. “I want more ...”

“Oh, Twilight … don't you know good relationships are based on a healthy share of give and take?”

“I understand.” Sticking my tongue out, I lift my head up. I lick her chest, starting at the bottom of and going up, dragging my tongue along the bottom side of her chin. She smiles, pleased with me.

She puts a hoof on the side of my head to keep me steady. She plants a kiss on my lips, which I close me eyes and melt into. It's only as I'm least expecting it Cadence pushes her tongue into my month. Mmm! It feels so good. Struggling with her tongue, I try to work my tongue into her mouth. Despite some initial resistance, I can hear her moan when I make contact with the roof of her mouth. We go back and forth like this for a few minutes.

I reach my hooves up and began to massage her wings. She does the same thing to mine. After stroking her wings a few times, Cadence pulls away, a strand of drool leaking down both ours mouths. I can't resist the urge to flick my tongue along her nose even as she pulls away, though.

Cadence giggles. She wipes the saliva off her nose.

“Okay.” Cadence says. “Now for the real fun.”

I shiver.

“Relax, Twilight.”

I take in a deep breath and exhale, trying to calm myself.

“There you go. Doesn't it feel good to relax?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod. Oh, we've been over this part already. I'm hypnotized. I'm in your thrall. What more do you want from me?

“Okay, Twilight. Lay down ...”

Like a good little pet, I do as she says, moving backwards until I'm flat on my back.

“Good girl.”

Cadence stands over me and adjusts her footing. I can see her tail waving behind her. It swings back and forth, the beads on it jingling as they moved.

Cadence flicks the tail to one side of the room, shucking the beads and throwing them against the wall. She looks at me with a smile.

Is she … is she going to?

Her tail swishes again before she brings it down over me and she-she shoves into my … my …

Well, I'd really rather not say. But I think you can guess, can't you?

“Ooh!” I moan and yelp. Her tail feels so good inside. All the fine hairs on it are rubbing against my insides, sending hundreds of nerves of mine into a heightened state of pleasure. She pumps her tail in and out, moving back and forth against my sensitive body. Oh yes! Yes! Please, more!

“Do you like that, Twilight?” Cadence asks with a teasing voice.

“Do you even have to ask? YES! Cadence … make me senseless.” I beg. I plead. I need this. This is better than anything I could have dreamed. I just want to be rutted. I want to be a good little toy for Mistress Cadence.

Her fine tail continues to stroke and stimulate me, and I can't help but start counting again. One, two, three, submit. One, two, three, submit. One, two, three, push. One, two, three, pull. One, two, three, push. One, two, three, pull. One, two – ooooooooooh! Oh! Yes! YES! MORE! MORE! Aaaaaah … aaaaah … huff, huff. Oh, dear Princess Celestia – no! Dear Mistress Cadence!

I can feel it. You know. It. My body goes into contractions. My sensitive nerves clench together, trying to pull Cadence deeper inside. I feel an enormous pressure building inside my bottom thighs. My tongue sticks out, my body bouncing back and forth on the bed as Cadence's tail continues to wiggle inside of me.

Cadence looks over me with a damnable smirk. “Is there anything you'd like to say, Twilight Sparkle?”

Just one thing. Just one …

“CAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEENCE!” I scream as I reach my limit. I pant and pant and pant as my inevitable orgasm escapes from my body. The pleasure spreads throughout all my body parts. This is amazing. Oh, it feels so good! Cadence … my sweet, darling Cadence. Do it again, Cadence, do it again!

Sadly, my desires were going to have to go unfulfilled for now. I heard Cadence turn around and step off the bed. I hear the clopping of her hooves, and the creak of the door as she pulls it shut.

Left alone, with only me, my bed, and my orgasm (which I'm still recovering from), I turn over onto my bed. I have four words to say before I pass out.

“Bestest … best … foalsitter … ever.”

And I was out like a light.

The next morning, I heard Shining Armor and Cadence were having lunch at a local restaurant.

I went out to greet them, walking up to them.

Shining Armor was happy to see me. Twiley!” I wanted to return the sentiment, but knowing he shared my feelings about Cadence with Cadence soured the mood for me. I told him that in confidence!

“Hey, Shining Armor. Hey, Cadence.” I put my hooves on the table, interrupting their meal. “So, last night was pretty wild, huh?”

Cadence gave me a look as though I were crazy. “What are you talking about, Twilight?”

“Last night?” I said, hoping this would jog her memory. “At the library? You – I – we had sex together! You hypnotized me, and then we had sex! Are you going to tell me you don't remember that?”

Cadence shook her head. “I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, Twilight.”

“But I … you … with the beads! And the harp!” I stammer. “Did you just decide to get drunk to forget about it? What about the bet?”

“Uh ...” Shining Armor raised his hoof. Cadence glared at him, cowing him into silence.

I looked at Shining Armor and saw the awkward look on his face. I looked back to Cadence and put two and two together.

“You do remember! You're just pretending not to for some reason! Maybe you're just embarrassed, maybe you know about my plans for Celestia and want to avoid also becoming the target of my ire, but let me tell you, Cadence; pretending not to remember is just as irritating.”

Cadence quietly took a sip of her tea.

“Discord did it.”

I glared at her.

There was a flash of light, and Discord appeared before us.

“Why, Cadence!” Discord said, drawing a finger across Cadence's chin. “I'm surprised at you. Trying to blame moi for your actions and your alleged inability to remember a one-night stand with the best mare at your wedding? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought you were better behaved than that.”

“Uh ...” I was stunned.

“The bet was with Discord.” An irritated Cadence said. “I didn't realize until after we had already … you know … that Discord had rigged the bet.”

Ah … that made a lot of this whole mess make a lot more sense.

“I did no such thing!” Discord claimed, using his magic to create a floating slot machine, which landed on a trio of lucky sevens. “I merely … stacked the odds in my favor, that's all.”

“You say to-mah-to, I say tomato. And I'm going to call a tomato a tomato.” Cadence said. She sighed. “Yes, Twilight. I tried to pretend I didn't remember it so you could go on pretending like I was a sinless pillar of morality, just like Celestia. I know you didn't like the realization Celestia was into some naughty stuff well, so I tried to pretend to make you feel better.”

“Well … I appreciate that. But I'm more upset that you did all this and then tried to act like it didn't happen!”

“I know.” Cadence said. “I'm sorry.”

“Apology accepted. And you!” I turned on my brother. “Did you tell Cadence my secret fantasies about her?”

“Uh … maybe a little bit? Yes.” Shining Armor admitted.

I wound up my hoof and slugged my brother across the cheek, knocking his head into the table.

“That was for selling me out!” Satisfied, I turned and walked away from the table, ignoring Discord's amused chuckles and Cadence reaching over the table to make sure Shining Armor was okay.

But still … I guess I can't be too mad at Shining Armor. After all … I got to have sex with the beautiful Cadence!

Tee-hee.

Author's Note

I think the making Twilight count bit was a nice touch.

Though, like pretty much every part of Sensual Spirals except maybe "Shying Up To Sunsets," I think the sex scene could have been longer. But then it might have started getting repetitive.

The part Twilight mentions about the mirror is referencing the events of "Buffin' Up To 'Sinnytars'" where they went to the Crystal Empire, as it was my intention that this part took place before Sinnytars, because I wanted to experiment with writing and publishing chapters out-of-order. However, I realized this couldn't completely work, so I made it that just the first few scenes take place before Sinnytars, with the rest of the story taking place after.

This also introduces a minor retcon into the Sensual Spirals canon as it mentions Twilight having wings. When I first published Shying Up To Sunsets, I ... not-so-subtly implied in the Author's Notes that it took place in an AU where the events of Equestria Girls happened, but Twilight didn't become an Alicorn, because I, like many fans, took some issues to the whole ascensions.

I've since gotten over myself. Twilight is an Alicorn Princess in this story's canon from here on.

Discord and the bet was a late addition. Originally, I had just planned for Cadence to be pursuing Twilight on her own accord, with Shining Armor likewise pursuing a male, with the two of them knowing what the other was up to and giving their consent to the other to try 'something different'. But I think adding in Discord helps explain any out-of-character moments, and gives him some screentime so his future appearance doesn't seem to come out of nowhere.