Twilight and the Enchanting Novel

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.