Twilight and the Enchanting Novel

Chapters

The Witch's Library
To the Isle of Apples
Mine Half-Brother's Keeper
Late Night Delivery

The Witch's Library

by neorenamon

Twilight was spirited upstairs by Morgan Le Fell like some kind of stray foal. While she claimed it was for her own good, she couldn't help but wonder about her methods employed by her and "her sisters". She remembered the ancient fairy tales that spoke of dashing King Arabian Pendragon and his knights of yore, and how it always seemed that Morgan Le Fell was portrayed as the evil half-sister even though it was by her schemes that many of his knights had their virtues tested, and by her will alone that the apparent will of Starswirl was continued.

But it was their insistence on living in the wilds naked and free that always marked them as 'the evil temptresses' that haunted the knights dreams and tested the virtue of Arabian's knights. Personally she just thought it was a problem with the knights that had been brought upon themselves by alterations in society itself. The society that was gravitating towards cities, schools and the empowerment of stallions above all else. In fact, she remembered it was about the time the story was supposed to take place that the breeding harness was created. A terrible and restrictive device created for the sole purpose of breeding a mare against her will.

Something that nowadays would be called Rape.

She even wondered how 'Starswirl the Bearded' could have been so whitewashed from somepony known as 'Starswirl the Fillyspanker'. She figured it simply had to be some fanciful projection of the author, and yet if the book was in fact based on some mare's secret diary, it could have been penned hundreds of years before any surviving references to Starswirl. It was still back in the times when most history was oral other than the scant scraps penned into the earliest texts by unicorns solely dedicated to a life of study in sheltered monasteries. And even they could only write down what they heard from interview about things they couldn't have seen happening first hand.

But when she was swept up the stairs and through a doorway, she was carried into a library beyond measure. While half the size of Golden Oak Library, it surely contained as many texts and scrolls. She recognized much of the script from the spines of the books as being what was called 'Old Equestrian'. Surely one of the first written alphabets of the known pony races. Old enough in fact that it was most likely created by and first used among the unicorns. It was old and obscure enough that Twilight figured it would take time to figure out even a book's title let alone the months it would take to translate the text of the book itself.

But the books and scrolls were all was out of reach as she was spirited to the padded cot in the center of the room. It was large enough for one, but two was definitely a stretch. A glance told her that it was well used and had been kept in the room for quite some time. Then she realized that Morgan was not really planning to join her there. It was her's at the moment and her's alone.

Morgan cradled her head softly, stroking her mane with one hand as she supported her neck with the other. She could feel the intense sniffing over every part of her head and neck, with the breeze in her ears making them twitch as they were tickled. It felt like a mother bonding with her own foal for the first time after she had pushed it into the world via her own womb.

"Oh sweet angel," she purred, "Thy scent is something I cannot place, and yet it seems so familiar to me. Doth I perchance smell mine own blood in thy corse yea though 'twas been dilut'd by many generations?"

'Well I cannot be your ancestor,' she thought, 'but there seems to be more. From you line could I have come? Do I share you blood some?'

"And yet the smell of thy charm is unmistakably powerful. Haply yea on the same level as Starswirl the Fillyspanker himself. How couldst such a powerful wizard hast cross'd the land without detection f'r so long by either starswirl 'r the foals that anon serve mine half-brother?"

She leaned closer to nibble at Twilight's throat, and yet Twilight found that she was rolling her head to give the witch maiden even greater access.

"Prithee think me not villainess f'r keeping thou against thy will so, but it's only to buckler thou from the trap thou would certes stumble into shouldst thou seek the council of the king."

Her hand glowed softly as it passed over Twilight's breasts, her palms just brushing against the tips of her nipples as she did so. The slightest touch was making her tingle all over, and she knew that she was again being enchanted by Morgan herself this time.

"This spell shall test they charm by making thou aura manifest from the flesh of thy own corse. The stronger thy charm is, the moo thou shall bewray it upon thou corse. The moo thou will feel it in the softness of thy flesh."

Twilight felt the heat growing in her loins even as drops of milk began to form at the tips of her nipples.

"The results hast come so yarely, mine dear," she whispered as she leaned down to gather the drops up with her lapping tongue, "only when i was so test'd by starswirl himself that such results had ev'r been seen 'ere anon." She took a whole nipple into her mouth and began to nurse as the hungry foal would. It was very stimulating, and wondered if actual motherhood would feel the same to her. She felt her magic ever so slightly weaken with each suckling action.

And yet her other hand was not idle. It slid down her stomach until she was poised right over her loins. Her puffy netherlips were softly probed by her fingertips with their finely manicured nails. She could tell even seeing them briefly that like her own nails, they were deeply stained purple and painted with her own cutie mark. It seemed that more than mere circumstance would be needed to explain away such coincidences.

Twilight gasp into the gag as Morgan tugged on her nipple hard, and then drove it back into the fleshy mass of her breast. It was said that this maneuver was used by the colt to coax the mother into producing a greater amount of milk. It also made her tingle all over. She hadn't believed that the simple act of nursing could tease a mare like an act of sex itself until she had felt it for herself the first time back in the mines of the Diamond Dogs. Even though she was lactating from ingestion of a potion, the spell Morgan had placed her under seemed to have basically the same effect on her.

But she couldn't help but wonder how forced lactation was any measure of a mare's magical potential.

She didn't have much time to think all that hard about it. Even as the nursing action was driving her crazy, the finger now thrust into her sopping wet birth canal was stimulating her like crazy from her nethers. Her clit was duly stroked to emerge from her sheath under the pad of Morgan's thumb. She leaned her head back as the moans that tried to escape her lips grew ever longer and ever louder.

Soon, a second fingered joined the first within her body as her nipple achieved it's greatest firmness in Morgan's suckling mouth. Her tail began to swish back and forth even though it was pinned under the mass of her own bound body. She could feel her juices leaking freely about Morgan's fingers even as she moved from simple probing to more powerful finger humping her.

"Thy charm," she panted as Twilight's own breast milk dripped onto her cheek from her panting mouth, "It certes yea surpasses mine own. Haply yea that of starswirl himself. I hast nev'r experienc'd such power in all of mine years of living so. Certes thither is a reason wherefore thou hast come hither to this hut at this time."

But Twilight was busy moaning into the gag even as Morgan shifted her hand into a three-fingered cluster. Her clit grew quickly erect even as the fingers were driven into her as hard and fast as she could stand it. Her back was arching as she gave Morgan more room to use her fingers to tease her insanely. The juices seemed so copious as to just spurt out all over Twilight's inner thighs.

Morgan took the other nipple into her mouth and began to suckle, leaving the first throbbing nipple to but stand freely against the growing chill of the air about it. Now her other nipple was tingling as madly as the first. It seemed that witches weren't all that put off by a chill.

With her free hand, she supported Twilight's back as she made her sit up somewhat. Thus lifted, it seemed like only Twilight's hooves were still in contact with the simple linen cloth covering the cot. As Morgan continued to feed from her other breast and her hand made such a sloppy mess of her nethers, Twilight began to glow all over as she drew to the edge of climax.

But just when she felt she was about to lose her mind, Morgan slowed down. She was maddeningly close to orgasm, but even now Morgan was not letting her cross the line into her own complete satisfaction. She released the nipple she was suckling on as now both throbbed. The milk dripping from them was plain to feel as it rolled down the sides of her areola and breasts.

'Now orgasm denial?!' she thought madly, 'Is this some kind of trial?!'

The fingers now withdrew fully only to lightly stroked her sopping wet outer labia. And yet Twilight could see from the corner of her eye that Morgan's body was beginning to glow as well.

"Forgive me f'r being such a fleer," she panted, "but anon thy charm I wilt steer."

'Does Morgan now speak like me,' she thought, 'through some magic I cannot see?'

"Our bodies and minds are now in tune," she moaned into Twilight's ear, "and I shall know much of you soon."

But Twilight was on the edge, and she wanted to go into bliss so badly. But Morgan herself was panting heavily as her large breasts rested upon Twilight's stomach. She almost didn't even notice how Morgan's nipples had also become aroused, or how her own milk was beginning to form drops at their tips. Their magic was growing stronger together, but they both sensed it couldn't last much longer.

Morgan leaned her head back as tears streamed from her now closed eyes. Twilight could feel that she was weeping as well. The combined aura of their magic was lighting up the entire room about them, and for the first time sensed that Morgan's friends had been spying upon them through the crack in the door for quite some time. She could feel their own arousal grow even as they had been teasing themselves with their fingers.

"Sisters you must not tarry here longer!" gasp Morgan, "Our magic has grown too much stronger!"

They could hear sudden panic grip the maidens as they all but tumbled downstairs towards the front door. The building began to tremble as loose scrolls began to tumble from their holes along the shelves.

"I am the powerful Morgan Le Fell still!" she screamed, "and my magic is not greater than my WILL!"

Both were gripped by powerful orgasms even as their magic burst forth as a powerful wave of light that seemed to pass through all objects as if it was not there.

To the Isle of Apples

by neorenamon

Twilight awoke to an odd feeling. She was laying in a bed rather than a cot now, and she was bound to the bedframe with both her wrists and fetlocks tied to the edges of the headboard. With her legs pulled back over her body, she was fully exposed in her flanks and pussy. And somepony was spanking her flanks one after the other. She opened her eyes slowly to see a prodigious volume of beard in her sight. A rope about her stomach was keeping her laying down against the sheets. She attempted to speak to find that she was still gagged with the cloth. Her nose, however, seemed filled with the unmistakable smell of apples.

"Welcome back, mine dear," said the soft grandfatherly stallion's voice, "I wilt say that thy flanks art certes of the finest quality. Forgive an corky man shouldst he indulge himself a bit 'ere he gets down to business."

"My mentor should surely know," said a mare's voice behind her, "that it is time to let her go."

But the hand caressed her backside, and Twilight could feel enough sting and heat there to know she had been spanked for some time before she awoke.

"Thou wast the one who bound and gagg'd the maiden first, mine former student."

"To keep her safe from my half-brother," she replied defensively, "That was the reason and no other."

"Thou drank of the maiden's breast milk in order to keep her safe, Morgan mine dear?"

"I tested her charm through her milk to see," she replied, "how powerful she was out of curiosity. I smelled the blood of my own. Perhaps a descendant as it has shown. You can surely tell that her magic is mighty and great. A simple measure beyond any debate."

"So thou say this maiden as somehow travell'd against the riv'r of time to be hither with us?"

"It seems to make the most sense," she replied, "that she has crossed the time fence."

The bearded one moved up to loosen the gag from the knot behind her head.

"It seems that thy souls hast touch'd each other," replied Starswirl, "that would certes speak to thy change in tone and language i hast seen from thou when thou came hither to me."

Twilight began to pant heavily even as her mouth was cleared.

"I have seen things to come that are a lot," she sighed, "some things sound like a poor story plot."

"Doth not feel sad f'r what shall come of me, mine dear. That which shall happen shall certes happen nay matter what we may think otherwise. Thou shall be the one to carry on after i hast been seal'd aroint, So i leave it to thou to make mine legend worthy of retelling in spite of the efforts of thy half-brother and those who bow to his crochets."

While her gag was now loosened, it wasn't quite removed from her mouth. She could see the nude form of Morgan approach Starswirl, and she could hear the sound of kissing. She spat out the material as Morgan's body partly vanished into the curly beard.

"There is one last favor of my old teacher that I ask," she purred, "To give me an heir by your blood and seed is that task."

"Art thou sure that thou wish to be saddl'd with blood as corky as mine own?"

"On the blood of my eight sisters do I ask," she purred, "Are you still able and up to the task?"

Between the gap in her breasts and legs, she could see the two of them move to the back of the bed. Then Morgan laid back until she was resting on her stomach between her flanks like a fleshy bed in and of itself. Hands wrinkled by time wrapped about her legs just below her knees, and soon Morgan's body shifted against Twilight's in a way she was sure that Starswirl was mating with Morgan. Morgan continued to lay back until her head was pillowed in the cleft between Twilight's boobs. Both of their wings slipped out into wingboners until they laid on top of each other.

"Your charm has kept you virile and strong," panted Morgan, "and your cock be so hard and long."

Twilight was getting hot just listening to the two of them carrying on. She imagined that she was being made love to by the stallion now her guardian, Big Macintosh, by his own long and strong cock. It didn't even matter to her if he should bind her the same way, as she knew that no matter what, her big red love was always the genlestallion. She could even ignore the fact another mare was using her stomach as a bed. It seemed that perhaps because of how their magic had touched each other, the two of them felt their pants and moans growing louder as if Starswirl was mating with them both equally. It also might have been from his occasional pause to spank one of the mares or the other.

"Love me until I am sure," moaned Morgan, "that your legacy is secure."

If Twilight's orgasms were any measure, she was sure Morgan came as often. And judging by her reactions, Starswirl seeded her at least as often by the time the two of them were done.

"Anon that the de'd hath been done, thou shall hast foals: moo than one."

"While a legacy is something to which I can relate," moaned Twilight, "Could one of you untie me from this date?!"

Morgan got off her as the two of them began to unbind Twilight from the bed.

"And is this apples that I do smell?" she asked, "Where perchance may we be to tell?"

"It seems that thou hast nev'r been to the magical land of Avalon," said Starswirl as Twilight flexed her limbs and looked about more carefully, "Tis the place whence Morgan's eight sisters live and the wellspring f'r the greatest magics of them realm. Only those truly gift'd with charm may travel hither, 'r those who under the spell of a resident on the island."

"While I grateful to be in this place," she replied as she looked into Morgan's eyes, "a return to my home is what I must face. But before I should go, there's something to know."

"How I should bear Starswirl's foals now," asked Morgan, "and by him a legacy endow?"

Twilight simply nodded.

"When my blood did my nose detect," she replied, "and smelled his blood as well to respect."

"'ere thou two return to Equestria, I would like to teach Morgan one moo thing. Haply Twilight as well if she is willing. thither is but one moo spell book i hast written that shall most likely nev'r stray from these charm stronds. Read that book and take the lessons to thy hearts."

The two maidens nodded as the bearded one handed them one last silver bound journal with a silver lock keeping it sealed. His horn glowed as the lock snapped open, and the book opened under its own power. The two of them spent all day together as the smell of many apple trees wafted though the windows. Every spell that Starswirl had written since her left the side of King Arabian was now known to them, including his last spell which was still incomplete. But still, the maidens were naked against each other, and the urge to play with one another while taking breaks was too much to ignore. As well as Morgan gave, Twilight gave in return. They teased each other with lactation spells, erotic nursing, deep kisses and the fingering of various bits to leave them wet and tingly.

Towards the end of the day, he returned with the finest apples of the island sliced into wedges, and bade the two maidens to eat their fill before he sent them back to Morgan's hut. The two ate until they all but burst, and the sweetness of Avalon's magical apples left them full of power. In fact, Twilight wondered if the Zap Apples from Sweet Apple Acres had somehow been carried over to Equestria some day in the future.

Starswirl kissed the maidens farewell with a little too much tongue for her tastes, but she was grateful that he had not asked to mate with Twilight as well. Though she wondered what sort of foal she might have had with magical blood as powerful as his.

"'ere thou go, mine dear, thither is but one moo vision that i shouldst bewray to thou," he said as his horn glowed,

From a misty puff of smoke, Twilight saw somepony she knew all too well: Trixie Lunamoon.

"With this magical book, I shall send Twilight far away from here," she chuckled as she began wrapping the enchanted novel, "and by removing the last chapter, I'm sure she'll be stuck in that book... FOREVER!! Now to use the new delivery system to make sure the book arrives at Twilight's Library so that she could never complete reading it before the last bell of midnight tolls!!" She broke into rather evil laughter for several minutes after that.

"What kind of villainess does that be?!" asked Morgan, "Her evil is surely so plain to see!"

"Oh, that just Trixie hatching yet another crazy plan to get me out of her way," sighed Twilight, "so that she may be the greatest unicorn mage that she may brag and say. But I shall make her arrogance pay. Perhaps soon I shall be on my way."

"I have some spells Starswirl knows not," she replied as she licked Twilight's neck, "Perhaps one of them may reverse this plot."

Starswirl smiled as his horn glowed, and the two maidens vanished in a flash of light. It seemed like they were now sitting side by side on Morgan's cot within her own collection of books and scrolls.

"We hast captur'd thy beldams wenches!" called a stallion's voice from outside, "Anon come out and face thy judgement, half-sister!"

"King Arabian!" they gasp as one, "What be his plan?!"

Mine Half-Brother's Keeper

by neorenamon

"We have tools that we may use," whispered Morgan into Twilight's ear as they hovered near the window, "The breath of the dragon can confuse."

"While your allies we must secure," she replied, "no loss of life should we endure."

"On that point do we agree," she answered, "You're kindness is plain to see."

"What is thy answer, half-sister?!" called Morgan's half-brother, King Arabian Pendragon.

The two maidens entwined their hands, and their eyes did glow as a thick fog began to roll in from all directions as well as out the windows of the hut.

"Now go forth and save thy kin," said Twilight as she conjured a dimly glowing violet quarterstaff, "Let the battle against them begin."

Morgan watched as Twilight all but vanished into the fog. While she was surely impressive with magic, she had no real training with more mundane matters such as quarterstaff fighting. But she knew as she slipped out the window herself that she was good at being stealthy.

"Mine lord, the fog dost stop me from seeing the hags!" called one of the Knights.

"How many men guard the hags against their rescue?" asked the King.

"There be six, mine lord!" came the reply. Then there was a wooden sounding whack and a thud, and then "There be five!" Another wooden whack, thud and "There be four!" Whack, thud. "Uh... there be three?"

"Thither is but one beldams," he grumbled, "How many knights dost it take to capture but one beldams?!"

"The hags strike from the fog whence we cannot see, mine lord!"

"This hath gone on long enough!" he replied as he drew his sword, "In the name of mine sword Caliburn doth I say this fog be gone!" His sword glowed brightly even as the fog rolled back.

While the knights beheld the naked forms of Morgan and Twilight fully now, they also realized that Morgan's coven sisters were no where to be seen in the area. They got a good view of Twilight knocking down another Knight with a staff blow to the side of their helmet.

"My sisters are safe as you can see," replied Morgan, "If you have troubles you should speak with me."

"Slay the wenches before they enchant us!" called a Knight from behind the King.

"I only care for the ponies and the land," she replied softly, "Why against me must mine own half-brother stand?"

"'tis certes a gull to take thy kingdom and rule the land by her own crochets! Doth not be fopped by her honey'd words, mine lord!"

"The answer seems plain to see," said Twilight, "even to such an outsider as me."

"Then what do you suggest," asked Morgan, "to a course that is best?"

"Let go of any rulership claim," answered Twilight, "and let your kin have their own fame. If the Knights fear not thy rule, they may act less like the tool."

"Would thou renounce claims to the throne if that would endue peace between us, mine sister?" he asked eagerly.

"Would my brother grant to me," she asked back, "an estate to raise my kin properly?"

"I would fain gift thou with a barony, a city and land to make shift as thy own if that would appease thou."

Morgan stepped up and took the King's hand in her own. "Then I shall take any oath or sign any contract you deem fit," she said, "If this shall bring the matter to an end of it."

"Certes this is a gull!" said another stallion in golden robed even further back.

"I trust mine half-sister and shall take her at her word!" he replied firmly, "Lady Morgan shall advise me in matters as Starswirl 'ere her came in a manner that is equal to the council that i hast anon. Her children shall hast weight in mine court as dost the children of any other gentle i hast so empower'd."

"'tis good to see that mine words hast finally taken root in thy heart and mind," said a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

"Starswirl?!" asked the King, "it hath been so long since thou spoke to me!"

"I told thou that the fates would remove me from thy company one day, and I am sorry that they took me aroint from thou with such dram notice. But mine student Morgan shall counsel thou in mine place shouldst thou allow it, and she shall doth much good by thou. Prithee be good to her and her kin in turn."

The air was split by a swirling purple and red vortex appearing nearby.

"It seems that my work here is done," said Twilight, "I hope that thee and thou shalt have fun."

"Then I guess I surely know," sighed Morgan, "that it should be time for you to go?"

"The perchance it's best that only we know," she replied as she stepped up to Morgan and whispered into her ear, "that from your lineage shall a new Princess of the land should grow."

The Knights blinked awkwardly or looked elsewhere as Morgan kissed Twilight deeply on the lips once more.

"But couldst thou be bother'd to wear some clothing around Canterlot?" asked the King, "Certes nay work shall be done with such nak'd beauty strolling about the halls, mine dear."

But the two continued to kiss without comment even as Twilight stepped closer to the portal and the translucent image of Starswirl next to it.

"Such a sight would certes inspire me to ranker deeds," muttered a random Knight as he stared at their flanks.

"'tis surely wrong," muttered the robed stallion in the back.

The two maidens parted at last as Morgan panted, "The perhaps this is not truly the end. Perchance a new story to this shall lend."

"If the end this does not be," sighed Twilight as she stepped into the portal, "Then we can surely wait and see."

The world glowed and spun as she slipped through the powerful magical tunnel. She felt dizzy even as the world changed all around her. It seemed that she had finally return to her own world in her own room. Only to hear the buzzsaw like snore of Trixie Lunamoon. She looked to see that she was laid out over her own bed with a large empty wine bottle and the enchanted novel both sprawled on the bed beside her.

A glance at her own flank showed that her cutie mark had reverted to it's most current form. Yet now she could still see the connection between the mark of the past and the one of the present.

Twilight's horn glowed as she pulled a long coil of rope from under the bed and imagined how she was going to punish Trixie for her naughtiness this time...

Late Night Delivery

by neorenamon

Twilight rubbed her eyes as she walked down to the front door. She wondered who would be bothering her so late at night. The persistent knocks woke her from a sound sleep, but not Spike. She wondered just how much sleep he was getting now that his oryx marefriend Bakabaka was sharing his bed with him. Or least she didn't hear any sign of him stirring from his own room as she passed. So she decided that she would answer the door herself this time.

Opening the door, she came face to face with the mailmare Derpy Hooves.

"Are you aware of the time?" she asked, "or the trouble it takes to rhyme?"

"Hi Princess," she replied with a cross-eyed smile, "The Equestria Postal Service is experimenting with Priority Overnight Delivery Service, and Princess Celestia signed up to have this parcel sent to you on the highest priority."

She rubbed her eyes as she looked at the plain brown paper wrapped parcel in Derpy's hands.

Derpy offered up a clipboard in her other hand as she added, "Please sign for the delivery here..." Twilight took the pen from the top and signed the notice about half way down. "and here..." she continued. So Twilight signed at the bottom of the notice. "and just add your initials right here at the very bottom to acknowledge that you're read all this really teeny tiny print." So Twilight initialled.

Handing the Princess the parcel, she also slipped her another sheet of paper.

"What is this?" asked Twilight, "Telling me is not remiss."

"Oh, this is the customer satisfaction survey. The Postal Evaluation Address Survey. Please fill it out to let the EPS know how we can improves our PODS deliveries. We surely take our PEAS on our PODS seriously."

"Would it be not better," mused Twilight, "to send this back as a letter?"

"Oh right," replied Derpy as she slipped Twilight a prepaid return envelope, "Well I hope you enjoy your late night delivery!"

"You surely have many deliveries to go," she sighed, "so get back to them in a way not slow."

"Okay luv you!" quipped Derpy as she left.

Closing the door, she turned and walked back into the library. Glancing up at the clock light by a small internal lamp, she could see that it was 11:51 PM. Now that she was awakened, she could spend a little while at least reading the first chapter. So she began to unwrap the package carefully, removing the strings first and then peeling back the paper.

The cover that emerged took her aback for a few seconds. It showcased a tall busty figure of a mare that certainly struck her as odd. For one thing, she had a bat wing on her left side and a feathered wing on the right, both of which where unusually large for either a pegasus or a pyrippus. A cloak of long straight shiny black hair laid over her shoulders to be pushed aside by her impressive chest. Practically on par with that of Princess Celestia herself. While her breasts were unrealistically large and her hips broad, her waist seemed impossibly small. She would have to have powerful abs just to support the upper half of her body like that. Her blatant nudity also suggested that the Princess had sent her some kind of smutty book for some reason. But glancing at her crotch showed that she had some sort of blood red tattoo there: A pair of female symbols linked together with stars in the loops of each and wings on each side like those on the mare herself.

Looking up, she read the title, "Morgan Le Fell and the Lesmarian Coven".

Then Twilight noticed a slip of paper stuck in the book like a bookmark, so she pulled it out and read it.

Dear Twilight,

I believe this book I am sending you will help you... loosen up. The mind is a terrible thing to waste, and needs to be exercised like any other muscle in one's body. Your new assignment is to read this book and report the results back to me when you are finished. I suggest it would be best to read this book in bed naked, and keep a large sponge between your legs up against your... ahem... you know.

Love Celestia.

Twilight blinked and looked at herself suddenly as she realized that she had answered the door completely naked and Derpy said nothing about it. Her cheeks blushed as she realized the view she must have given to Derpy: Her striped arms and legs, her motherly breasts, her long horn and her majestic wings all in plain sight. She didn't even seem to react to her nudity, so she figured Derpy was a real pro at delivering mail. Rushing up to her room, she hoped that not too many others had seen her going down to the front door or on the way back up. She went back to her room much quieter than she did going downstairs.

She slipped into her room and went over to the bed as the first bell of midnight tolled from the hallway clock back down in the main library. Climbing onto the bed, she wondered what Celestia could have been talking about regarding the sponge comment. By the third toll, she had opened the book and began to read the incredible introduction:

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Some may scoff at the notion that the 'Hot Lesmarians of Starswirl the Fillyspanker' were ever real. They laugh at the notion that there was ever a real Morgan Le Fell, half sister to King Arabian Pendragon of Canterlot. Listen not to those foals, for herein lies the true journal of the maiden who encountered them both and lived to tell the tale in a secret journal of her own. This enchanted novel is based on that secret journal...

As she read, the clock had proceed at last to the final bell. It was now midnight when Twilight's body began to tingle. Something magical was happening and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Then the very pages of the book began to glow, and she felt a terrible feeling of being sucked into the book itself. Her mind swam as her eyes were filled with light.

When her vision cleared, Twilight realized that she was someplace else. That she was laying on her back against a field of rather soft grass. The moon she was looking up at was like the one she knew from her own time, so she could tell that Nightmare Moon was not imprisoned within it.

"Whoever wrote that book is kind of sick," she muttered to herself aloud, "to pull a teleportation spell trick." When she tried to teleport back to her bed at the Library, something was blocking her. She simply couldn't do so. Grumbling under her breath, she stood up and looked around. The terrain looked different enough for her to know she wasn't around Ponyville or Canterlot. She was somewhere in a forest that she didn't recognize.

She looked about to get her bearings, and noticed she wasn't far from an animal path leading through the trees. While it wasn't a road or river, she figured it was better than nothing. Walking to the path, she noticed it was heavily travelled and that there was some hoof prints as well. So she wasn't so far from civilization as she feared she might have been.

As she journeyed through the woods, she was spooked by the eyes she felt were watching her from the shadows. She wondered what manner of beast was gazing upon her, and if she was in the Everfree Forest, if they were eyeing her up as dinner. Hurrying ahead, she hoped that it was Zecora's hut that the path would lead to. But the hut that came into view in a small clearing soon turned out to be definitely not Zecora's.

In spite of her nudity, the uncertainty that she might be tracked made her come up to the door and knock. There was a moment's disturbance before the door was opened. She was shocked to see an oddly familiar naked mare facing her.

"MORGAN LE FELL?!" she asked in dismay, "Am I under a spell?!"

"Who art thou?" replied the maiden with skeptical eyes.

"Princess Twilight Sparkle is who I be," she replied, "and you are the last mare I expected to see."

"What manner of creature art thou with stripes, wings and horn?"

"Funny story that," she replied, "let us chat?"

"Very well strange maiden. enter and join mine sisters f'r some tea, would thou?" she asked as she opened the door further and stepped back.

Twilight nodded as she entered. As she entered the hallway, she passed a large mirror hanging from a wall. With the light of the house lamps bathing everything in their flickering glow, she was able to see herself in the mirror as she passed. For some reason, her cutie mark had changed. It had reverted to the cutie mark she had before she became one of the Celestial Elements. Her first cutie mark and the one so important to her role in the Elements of Harmony.

She walked further down the hallway and blinked as she walked in and saw six nude unicorn mares all gathered about a table. They were all generously endowed and yet only half of them seemed chubby in any way. The others on the other hoof seemed almost too thin for their endowments. It definitely seemed as if they weren't related by blood. Their manes also varied greatly in color as well as the cuts of their tails. None of them seemed to be 'normal' as far as their level of body fat appeared.

"Sisters, a princess hath come to visit us in our humble home," said Morgan.

"I wish not to bother you a lot," said Twilight, "but could you direct me to Canterlot?"

Morgan began to laugh as the others looked on in dismay. "It would certes be a misprision to see out mine half brother King Arabian Pendragon," she said haughtily, "He would certes burn thee at the stake f'r being a beldams, mine dear."

"Why should he burn me upon a stake?" asked Twilight, "Calling me witch is surely a mistake."

"They would certes look upon thou as an unnatural beast, and argal be an abomination that wilt be fordid in order to protect the kingdom."

"Take me for an unnatural beast? How could they think such a thing in the least?"

"The Chamberlain and his circle of mages art daws who destroy that which they cannot comprehend, mine dear. They lay-to their magics to raise the shining sun and the mysterious moon without grasping the true nature of either. Stay with us so that mine sisters and i may protect thou from their ignorant will."

Twilight looked up to see a large portrait of Starswirl the Bearded above the fireplace gazing down upon them all.

"I see thou looking at the portrait of mine mentor, Starswirl the Beard'd. He kept me safe when mine half brother banish'd me from canterlot as his circle of mages advis'd him. In his wisdom, he taught me the ways of charm so that i couldst one day take his place as the guardian of the secrets of enchantment."

"Why should your half brother banish you?" asked Twilight, "What would such a deed for them do?"

She extended her mismatched wings as she replied, "The mages accus'd me of being born from black magics. They said I was a spawn of evil. Only by mine half brother's sense of family was I not burn'd at the stake back then. He sent me far aroint thinking he would nev'r hast to deal with me again. It seem'd he thought he was doing me a fav'r by banishing me so."

"I feel that I must surely know," she said, "how one could treat kin and family so."

"I am older than mine half brother. If i was allow'd to stay, I couldst hast rightfully claim'd the coronet of Canterlot as mine own." As she spoke, Morgan stepped closer to Twilight as she leaned in to sniff her throat. "I wilt say thou hast a bewitching beauty about thou that appeals to mine senses greatly, mine dear."

"There are surely other matters I fear," she replied, "like how the hay I came to come here."

"Thy corse smells of powerful charm the likes of which i hast not smell'd in a long time. So intoxicating. So arousing." She leaned close enough to lick at Twilight's neck before she nibbled on one of her earlobes. Her right hand came to rest on Twilight's left shoulder, gripping it softly yet tightly.

"You should really know," replied Twilight, "that I should really go." She tried to pull away from Morgan's grip.

"I insist that thou stay and enjoy our hospitality. Thou wouldn't wish to offend us be leaving without meet respect, would thou?" Morgan pulled Twilight back as she felt her other hand glomp onto Twilight's right breast firmly.

"This surely is strange somehow," gasp Twilight, "this manner of book I am in now."

Morgan's upper hand released her shoulder to grip her behind the head, and drag Twilight into a full kiss on the lips.

"Mmmppphhh!" protested Twilight, "Uuummhhh?!"

"Her magical aura is so powerful," whispered one unicorn maiden to another, "I can almost taste it from hither."

"Marry. Nay wonder the mistress is so attract'd to her," she replied.

Morgan's hand continued to firmly fondle Twilight's breast as her tongue snaked its way into Twilight's mouth.

"uuummm..." she moaned, "mmmmmm..."

As she leaned her hips closer, Morgan's cutie mark became as visible as Twilight's, and the other mares realized that their cutie marks were identical.

"How can that be?" asked the first.

"'tis certes a sign," replied the second.

Twilight was left panting through her nose even as her nipple was squeezed between Morgan's fingers.

"The Mistress shall certes take her pleasures from this one," agreed the first as the other stared open mouthed.

Twilight slowly closed her eyes as she felt Morgan's hot kiss.

"Then 'tis time that we prepar'd the new one f'r the pleasure of the Mistress," spoke up a third.

Their horns began to glow even as Twilight's body glowed, and she felt an odd tingly throughout. It was then that she realized she was unable to move or employ her magics in any way. She could see from the corners of her eyes long silken ropes as they glowed and floated towards her. From her pasterns, she could feel the rope coiling about her legs and binding them as they climbed towards her flanks. If Morgan was aware of what was happening, she was saying naught because she was maintaining the kiss and tongue within Twilight.

But in spite of being unable to move, she could feel every little thing that was happening to her. The grope, the kiss and even the silken rope as it moved ever closer to binding her flanks. But as the ropes reached her waist, they lashed out and grabbed her wrists. Her hands were coiled and dragged behind her back even as her arms were bound wrist of one arm to the elbow of the other. She could feel her arms being tied down to her torso and her wings tied to her back even as they passed over, under and between her motherly breasts. Then the ropes finished tying themselves into multiple knots once they reach her shoulders.

Morgan broke off her kiss just in time for Twilight's mouth to be stuffed with a wad of cotton fabric and then tied off behind her head. She would have greatly protested if she were able to. But Twilight was swept off her feet by Morgan as she was carried towards the staircase along the back wall. The other mares went back to sipping their tea as they watched their leader taker her new toy up the stairs.