Twilight relaxed as she scrubbed the dried semen off of her belly. The afterglow of her pleasure showed in her cheeks as the warm water ran down her body and, with a small telekinetic flick, she began the process of applying her favorite lilac soap. This serene situation carried on for many hours, and despite her attempt earlier, Twilight was far too enraptured in the feeling of water cleaning her orgasmed body to leave the shower.

That is, until she heard a very odd sound from downstairs. It was kind of like a rapid series of dull thuds.

It was about now that Twilight remembered that she had an adorable little stallion downstairs, and that he had blown her, and that she hadn’t been very considerate at all. Overall the bookworm was beginning to feel very distraught about the fact that, perhaps, she had somehow emotionally hurt the colt downstairs.

Twilight wasted no time in drying herself, possible emotional traumas and diagnosis going through her mind. That coupled with how she couldn’t possibly convince him to fulfill his suspicious magical contract without further scarring him. She’d drug him, but there was a consciousness clause in the contract.

With increasing worry, Twilight rapidly descended the stairs. Sighting her target of worry, Twilight slowly began to approach, not wanting to scare him off.

Oddly enough, Alex appeared to be smiling. He was also manipulating a small, plastic half-egg with his right wing. Now that she was close enough, she could hear a soft clicking noise.

Twilight forgot her worries before she ever reached the desk. Her curiosity overtaking her worry as she approached from behind.

“What’s that?” She asked, startling the colt fiddling with whatever-it-was. Twilight jumped back herself when the colt shouted out in frustration the moment his eyes returned to the screen. Followed by a strange hissing and a strange thunderous clap from a small device sitting next to the light screen Alex had been staring at.

Twilight also stared at the screen, trying to work out just what the hell happened,and what the blocks coming from the bright screen were. After a bit of thought, and coming up with nothing, the mare opened her mouth in preparation to expel air through said passage in such a way as to establish verbal communication with the one known as Alex to inquire what the fuck she had just seen.

Before she got to that point, however, the doorbell interrupted her, mouth still open and hoof raised. With a frustrated noise from the back of her throat that may have qualified as a grunt had she not been a princess, and as such, above sounds like that. She went to answer the summons of her doorbell. Filing the questions she had for her still unlabeled colt away in a mental folder to ask him later.

Twilight stared at the gray maned mayor of her small demesne, surprised at her unsummoned and unannounced arrival considering the situation she was currently dealing with, but it would be silly to think that Mayor Mare would be here because of Alex… right?

Absolutely, but silly as it is, still possible. This thought doing nothing to settle her nerves as she spoke to the mayor.

“Excuse the interuption Twilight, but I have a few questions to ask you. This may take a while, may I come in?” Twilight’s internal alarms immediately went off. Not an uncommon occurrence, and not normally accurate, but in this case, with her cum coated colt inside, she decided to not risk it.

“U-um, actually, do you think we could just stand out here for your questions? Fresh air is g-good for the coat after all, and I haven’t been outside in days.”

The Mayor’s nose flared momentarily, but her infamous poker playing skills took over, and she managed to just give Twilight a flat stare before beginning. ”Sure Twilight, whatever’s more comfortable for you. Now, before we start, I don’t know if you’ve heard but there are some… rumors, floating around about you.”

“R-Rumors? What kind of rumors?” Twilight felt her panic rise inside of her, her deep personal panic. The one that she had hidden since she had first arrived. Her friends would find out about her dick! They might HATE her! Or worse, LUST after her!

Twilight wasn’t sure why she was so afraid of her friends lusting after, but it had been a consistent worry since she’d read that one fanfic. Just thinking of it gave her the shivers.

“Oh, nothing big.” Mayor Mare answered with a small smile. “I was just thinking we should get our dress shops to make matching sets for couples. Could be good for business.” Twilight’s eyes went wide as her brain processed what Mayor Mare was implying, and what she could infer from it. Neither was good. She wasn’t sure how, but somehow-

Discord coughed softly.

-everypony in town knew she had bucked. They knew she had a cute little colt inside, they knew she had a dick, her friends would be here any moment now to try and molest her, and then Celestia would arrive, and Celestia would magic away her cock for herself and then rut Twilight, and-

“Twilight, are you okay?” Twilight jumped out the door in surprise, having forgotten that mayor mare was even there.

“I-I’m fine, so, why come to me about the dress thing?” Mayor Mare blinked, having expected the bookworm to break down by now. It seemed she just had to turn up the pressure.

“We were just wondering if perhaps you would be interested in ordering a set.” Twilight’s blood went cold as her fears were confirmed. She desperately looked around for a way out, then she remembered she had magic.

Mayor Mare smiled as Twilight disappeared in a flash and the library door closed and locked itself. She could picture the newsy bits pouring in now. There would be an ink tax, sales tax, travel tax, perhaps even a film tax (they would discount locals of course). It would have been rash to do all that before, but now that she knew for sure... ohh yeah, she had a crowd of townies to inform of her success!

Mayor Mare trotted off while the jingling of bits rang in her head.

Alex frowned as Twilight left to answer the door. It seemed like she had been about to ask him something, but he wasn’t certain.

“Excuse the interuption Twilight, but I have a few questions to ask you. This may take a while, may I come in?” Alex froze as he realized that there was still cum all over his face and upper body, and in him. Getting seen right now was not something he was up for. The colt turned to slide out of his chair, but his tail became tangled in the chair behind him, causing the whole set to wobble as he struggled to get out.

“I was just thinking we should get our dress shops to make a matching sets for couples. Could be good for business.” Alex’s eyes flew open and he found the balance to slide out of the chair somewhere in his panic. Turning left, he saw that Twilight had left the kitchen open and bolted for it.

After a short while there was a crack, prompting Alex to stick his head out of the kitchen. Twilight wasn’t anywhere that he could see, and the door was shut.

“Huh.” Alex slowly left the kitchen, but stopped when he smelled himself.

Unfortunately for him, day old semen did not smell so great. Alex looked around the room, taking real measure of it for the first time. One question came to his mind.

“Why doesn’t a public library have a clearly marked bathroom?”

Twilight blinked as the light of the space between faded from her eyes. The first thing that came to her sight were tiles of soft yellows and gentle blues. They made up the floor and half of the walls of the room she found herself in, which made it up to about her neck in height before changing to lacquered hardwood. In the center of the room there was what looked to be a swimming pool made up of the same tiles as the rest of it set directly into the floor. Twilight looked about, trying to identify where exactly she ended up. There were no signs, but she could begin to see a pattern in the tiles through the gentle waves of the water.

“Twilight, what doth be thine reason for your presence in the royal bath-chamber?”

The lunar princess was given an answer in the form of a flash of purple light and an empty space where her sister’s student had been standing.

“Hmmm... Methinks princess Twilight is going to receive a royal visit in the near future.” Luna said to herself before lowering herself into the heated water of the bath and doing what she had originally gone to the room for.

Twilight opened her eyes again as she left the in-between for a second time. Relief surged through her as she was not greeted with tile or water, but instead by the familiar sight of Rarity’s creations.

Silently thanking Celestia that the alabaster unicorn was still out of town, Twilight began to charge up another spell.

Then she stopped.

Twilight remembered Mayor Mare’s words, and it gave her a convenient idea on how to hide Alex’s gender. She started looking through the dresses in the showroom trying to guess Alex’s size while simultaneously trying to find one that would look good on him.

There was a rustling at the door. Twilight panicked, without thinking, or looking, she grabbed the first dress she saw and teleported back to the library.

Alex sighed as his hooves fumbled with the faucet for the hundredth time. He felt his anger slowly simmering when they slipped as they had every other time. Why the fuck were shower faucets round?! He couldn’t comprehend it.

As he had just been sitting in the tub for half an hour, Alex began to cramp as he climbed out of the porcelain tub.

“Fuck!”

Alex slipped as he began to lift his last leg out of the tub, smashing his balls on the rim as his body met the ground. For several minutes Alex slowly rocked back and forth, holding his aching crotch as pain throbbed throughout his body.

That’s when Twilight arrived.

Of course, in the haze that had descended on his mind due to the pain, he didn’t register the blinding flash of purple light that heralded her entrance. Nor the frilly… thing, in her telekinetic grip.

“Um, Alex? Why exactly are you on the bathroom floor?” The princess asked, concern lacing her voice as she looked at the fallen stallion.

The pained groan she got in response did little to abate that concern.

“R-right, well. Can I do anything to help?”

Another groan and a shake of his head was Alex’s answer, having had some experience with testicular injury in the past, and knowing that the best way to get rid of it is to just let it pass.

“Okay. Um, do you think you could come down to the main room when you’re done? I have something for you to try on.”

Twilight left Alex to his pain after he took a hoof away from holding his crotch long enough to wave her away.

And so, Princess Twilight Sparkle found herself sitting on her couch staring wide-eyed at what she had just said she wanted Alex to try on.

She regretted having rushed grabbing it.

Alex slowly worked his way out of the bathroom and into the main room. “H-hey,” he croaked as he approached Twilight’s couch from behind, “what’s that you wanted me to try?”

Twilight, engrossed as she was in the thing she was holding, didn’t hear Alex come down the stairs and walk up behind her, startling when he spoke, reflexive wing action nearly launched her into the bookcase on the opposite wall. As it was, she found herself upside down on the floor, the thing still in her magical grip. When she got herself back to her hooves, she walked back towards the stallion, dress floating beside her and a blush on her cheeks as she spoke.

“O-oh nothing really, just... this” ‘This’ being the Gothic styled maid outfit she had grabbed from Rarity’s shop earlier. Alex stared at it open mouthed. Twilight rapidly came up with an explanation, unwilling to return, but unwilling to reveal alex has a cock, and thus that she has a cock.

“I-I was thinking you could pose as my first maid, someone who had answered a-an ad I placed.” Alex stared at the dress again.

“I-is that standard wear for a maid?”

“Honestly? I have no idea, the only other maid outfits I’ve seen were in Canterlot castle, which looked almost nothing like this, but I don’t know if there isn’t somewhere else that uses this exact design.” Twilight explained, raising the dress, that started with a soft white lacy apron, then a tight corset, followed by more white frills, then a long elaborate skirt, with small tassels and more white lace.

A few minutes, a bit of struggling, and a lot of magical manipulation later Twilight had slipped the dress onto her colt. As a final touch, Twilight adorned his four legs with almost full leg length black satin socks and a lacy white bonnet that fit behind his ears.

Twilight stared at the unholy levels of sexy cuteness her colt was giving off while he sat on his haunches, one foreleg wrapped around the other, the satin rustling against itself as he stared up at her with teary, pleading eyes that seemed to just beg her to be gentle with him.

“Fuck.”

Author's Note

editors: tschloken, pixel-pony, (and others who didn't use the suggestion mode)