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"We...We have hobbies too!” Twilight finished indignantly.

“Wut?”

“It’s a roleplaying game… I just thought that you’d be into that sort of thing.” Alex wasn’t sure if he should have been offended, or complimented that she had read him like a book.

"I usually play a half elf, half nordic, crossbow markswoman. Haven't heard of this one” Alex lied. It was Twilight's turn to look confused, but before long she shrugged in acknowledgement.

"So what are some other characters?"

"Cadance and Shining Armor are Black Canary and Green Arrow, and Luna is Nightwing. I taught Luna how to play myself." Alex stared in half shock at the statistical impossibility being presented to him. The first set kinda made sense. Celestia was powered by the sun and way op, thus she was Superman; Twilight had a basement full of technology and was a genius, Batman; Rainbow Dash was fast and hid secret genius and insight, the Flash. It all made sense.

Deciding to tempt his sanity, Alex opened his mouth a third time.

"Who else plays, and what are their character names?"

"Applejack is Wonder Mare, Fluttershy is Aquamare, Sweetie Belle is the current Robin, and Applebloom keeps changing hers. Pinkie used to play, but she kept managing to make her characters some variation of this way op one called Deadpool. It wasn't fun for anypony, so now she sticks to helping the GM run things."

"And who is the GM?" Alex asked, barely clinging to that last thread.

"It's Scootaloo, she does it professionally. It's how she can afford the cute little house on the edge of town. She prefers Sci-Fi, but we pay her in food." The last thread snapped.

"Twilight, I'm about to faint. Please teleport me to a bed." Alex didn't see the purple alicorn giggle, he was too busy being unconscious in the basement's bat themed bed.

Twilight nuzzled Vera encouragingly, barely holding onto her own threads of sanity. Her grip was far more secure. Her mental grip having had much more exercise in the vicinity of Pinkie Pie.

"Let's go cuddle or something." Vera shrugged, licking Twilight’s cheek and swapping her confusion for exhaustion.

The leader of the cult of the Sex Goddess Twilight struggled out of Ponyville's fishing pond. Several of his followers slipped on water challenged fish laying on the shore.

He hadn’t revealed it to his followers, but he had suspected that his Dark Mistress of the bedroom would do this. He had told them to pack towels to wipe off the bodily fluids after the divine orgy.

He hadn’t expected the sudden shower of semen. Nopony would, unless you were positioned under a couple dozen sex crazed cultists, but the sky above Bedroom Fervor was nightly but pretty clear. No clouds of dicks in sight.

Bedroom Fervor smiled as he finally made it to dry land, only having slipped on two fish and a vagina, which just smelled like fish. He didn’t bother shaking off the semen coating that stuck to his coat.

“FOLLOWERS!” Most of the cultists, and several passing ponies who had been watching the spectacle, gave Bedroom Fervor their full attention. “I have failed you. I have lead us to our mistress’ quarters before she has embraced her full power. I beg for one of you to replace me.” Bedroom slyly hid his smile as several ponies decried his statement, helpfully cleaning up that fact that he had messed up. Most cult leaders made the mistake of proclaiming perfection. Nopony was perfect, certainly not himself. It was simply that others were farther from perfection than he was.

“If you shall not replace me, then I beg you to listen. Our lady may have rejected our gift this time, but I suspect that it will not be long before she discovers her power and rewards us for our future donations. We must bide our time until that time comes. I was rash, and I fear I may have garnered our lady’s ire.” Bedroom Fervor smiled as several ponies gave him supportive smiles, the fools. “But I have learned, and we will prepare the world for the seeding by the one true goddess’ rise.” Bedroom wiggled his eyebrows at that last double innuendo inspiring humor from his followers.

His past lives had relied on being above his followers, but ponies were different. A pony who acted normally would never be suspected by other ponies. Ponies obeyed their gods, but followed their fellow pony to the grave. At first it had seemed like a barrier, but he had quickly found a way to use it to his advantage, this way. The average joe, simple approach to cult leadership.

Bedroom regretted forgetting his name, becoming a low stud pony, but it had given him contacts with the more perverse and sexually… unsatisfied. They were ponies whose society’s apparent perfection had not quite given everything they needed. Perfect members for his cult.

Alex stirred gently. Unfamiliar grey and dark blue sheets graced his vision. Unlike the last time, he was damn certain where he was. He was in Twilight's basement, and the contract required that he had to go nuzzle Twilight's cock for a while. The contract had been very specific on that.

He half wished that he could forget some parts of the contract, that it wasn't permanently seared into his mind. But they were seared permanently into his brain, and it was impossible for him to forget. There was no easy way out.

He either gave up on returning to earth or he got fucked by Twi. It wasn’t a hard choice now, he kinda wanted her to fuck him. But would he be saying that four years from now…

Alex tossed the question aside and climbed out of the bed. He had a cock to nuzzle.

Alex stumbled up the basement steps, ignoring the batman paraphernalia. Twilight seemed to be obsessed with the roleplay she claimed to participate in. He liked to roleplay, but this was too much. Then again, Twilight would probably be this intense about everything. It was an admirable trait, from a certain perspective.

As somepony who was apathetic to the point of detriment, only to panick back into mediocrity, Alex did admire this trait. It impressed to say the least.

Alex stumbled at the top of the stairs, landing face first into a very familiar crotch.

"You remembered too." The familiar voice of Twilight inquired.

"Hey Twilight." Alex answered to the purple dick with black splotches resting on his snout. With nothing better to do, he gently rubbed it’s length against the tip of his nose.

“Can’t that wait till I’m sitting or laying down?” Alex gave Twilight an insistent nuzzle of an answer.

“If this wasn’t the most pleasant sensation I’ve ever felt you’d be out on your ass." Alex felt a giggle well up inside of him.

Yup, definitely a giggle… Certainly not stale cum splashing around inside of him, threatening to leak out his body. The thought of which by no means gave him a stiffy as he dug his face into her crotch, at all, seriously.

“Mmmmm, You don’t really mean that, do you Twilight?” Alex asked, his nose at the base of her meat stick as he spoke, trying to get his mind off of the erection he was by no means having and the shifting of his stomach as it seemed to react to his thought of a cum splattered future.

“Mmm, I admit that being buried deep in your throat was more exhilarating, but this is sort of like taking a shower, a slow pleasure.” Twilight punctuated her point with a gentle thrust across Alex’s muzzle. Alex revelled in the smell and warmth, tempted to just lay his head down and take a nap on Twilight’s face warmer.

But such was not to be, as at that particular moment one Vera the hermaphroditic masseuse walked in on them and blurted the first thing that came to her mind.

“Hey Twi, you didn’t say being a superhero came with a complimentary cock warmer.”