Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle and Spike the Dragon sat on the countertop of the bathroom, Spike furiously blushing and Twilight frowning, her face coated in semen.
Twilight huffed. “Really, Spike?”
“What?” Spike said with a lazy shrug. “It’s not like that much is known about dragon physiology.”
Twilight facehooved, grimacing when she pulled back her hoof and cum connected her hoof and her face. She shook her hoof, the cum flying into the bathroom and into the copious amount of seminal fluid that made up the new floor of the bathroom.
Twilight inhaled, then exhaled. “Spike, you must have ejaculated about a hundred thousand liters of semen.” Twilight then grabbed Spike’s face and looked him straight in the eye, Spike recoiling slightly due to how close to Twilight’s jizz-stained face he was. “How is this possible? Where do you put it all?”
“Twi, you’re kind of close to my—”
“I don’t give a hay, it’s your own semen! Get over it!” Twilight screamed as she shook Spike in her grasp. She then let go of Spike’s head and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m just not acclimated to being trapped in a small, enclosed space where the stench of thousands of liters of semen wafts into my nostrils. I’m sure you understand.”
Spike bit his lip and winced. “…Not really.”
Twilight groaned. “Whatever. I’m sure the smell of your own ejaculate wouldn’t bother you.” She moved a strand of cum-soaked hair out of her face. “What are we going to do with all of this, anyway?”
“Why don’t you just flush it down the toilet?”
Twilight shook her head. “No way. I don’t want this gunk overloading the sewage system. They’ll trace it back to the castle and then I’ll become ‘Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Bukkake.’”
“What’s bukkake?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older, Spike.”
Spike tapped his chin and hummed. “Maybe we could just teleport out of here and wait for all the cum to evaporate?”
“Good thinking, Spike,” Twilight said as she rubbed his head. “But that creates problems of its own. Sure, all of the water would evaporate over a very, very long period of time, but semen isn’t just water. There are other particles in it that would be left over, not to mention the smell of ejaculate that would soon permeate the entire castle. Semen has a very distinct scent. Once again, I don’t want to be accused of being the Princess of Bukkake.”
“You keep using that word,” Spike said.
“That’s because it’s applicable.”
“Then why won’t you tell me what it means?”
“Because it’s a bad word, Spike. You shouldn’t use it.”
“Hmm.” Spike looked at Twilight. “Thanks for helping me out, by the way.”
Twilight forced a smile. “It’s no problem. You were just dealing with urges that every young male goes through, and I understand that your claws are too… scaly and pointy to really do that yourself. Think of it as a… as a reward for being a good assistant.”
Spike smiled and nodded. “Cool. Thanks again, Twi.” Spike then looked at Twilight, his eyes as wide as saucers. “So, do you think we can do this again sometime?”
“Not unless we’re far away from civilization,” Twilight said through gritted teeth.
Spike looked down. “Oh.” Spike then looked at the lake of jizz, his face indicating that a thought was forming in his head. “Why… why don’t you just drink it?”
Twilight’s head snapped to face Spike. “What?”
“You know, just drink it all up.”
“You know what?” Twilight said as she lifted Spike in her glow, “why don’t you drink it?”
Spike was flung into the pool of semen, his body splashing as it made contact.
“Tell me how it tastes.”
Spike frantically doggy-paddled back to the counter, panting as he vaulted himself back up. He wiped at his eyes. “Oh, Celestia, it burns!” He then stuck out his tongue and tried to wipe off all the traces of semen to no avail, for the semen fully coated his body. “It tastes weird!”
“Eeyup.” Twilight’s horn glowed, and the viscous sheen of his own semen left his body and splashed back into the incredible amount of semen on the bathroom floor.
Spike smiled at his now semen-free complexion. “Thanks, Twi.”
“No problem, Spike. You shouldn’t have to suffer because I lost my temper.”
Spike nodded, then blinked. “Why… why don’t you do that with all of my jizz?”
Twilight groaned. “Because I have nowhere to teleport that much semen that’s within range.” Twilight’s eyes popped open as a cruel smile spread across her face. “Or maybe I do…”
The entire room was soon encased in a lavender glow as all the semen on the floor disappeared. Spike hugged Twilight. “Thanks, Twi. You’re the best.”
Twilight hugged Spike back. “No problem, Spike. Just never ejaculate anywhere near town limits ever again, okay?”
They disengaged the hug and both leapt off of the counter, Twilight opening the door and taking a deep breath. Spike and Twilight then exited the bathroom and walked down the corridor.
“Man, Twi, that was some really good thinking!”
“And I couldn’t have done it without the help of my number one assistant! Your ridiculous amount of seminal fluid is now out of sight and out of mind,” Twilight said as a grin crawled across her muzzle.
“By the way, Twi,” Spike asked as he looked up at Twilight, “where’d you send all of the semen?”
Twilight chuckled. “Somewhere it’ll be appreciated.”
Rainbow Dash woke up with her and her entire room covered in a thick, sticky liquid. She had heard of wet dreams, but this was ridiculous. On her chest lay a note. She grabbed the note, picked it up, and read it.
Dear Rainbow Dash.
Gotcha.
-TS
A wicked grin splayed itself across Rainbow Dash’s face.
Oh, this prank war just got good!
Curious as to what Twilight had just covered her in, she licked her hoof. Her eyes bugged out as she identified the taste.
“Is this… is this jizz?”
