Twilight Sparkle knew she had woken up from her pleasant dreams the moment she could taste just how dry, metallic and uncomfortable her mouth was.

Every fiber of her being yearned for the toilet to relieve her full bladder and for a cooling glass of water to dampen her dry, chapped lips and unfortunately for her, the bed was far too warm and way too insanely comfortable to want to even remove herself from under the sheets.

What’s that buzzing sound in my head?

Her body ached. The very moment she straightened her back, flexed her legs and stretched her wings, Twilight Sparkle winced at just how stiff she was, releasing a pathetic whimper as she curled back into herself.

Urgh… I feel terrible… and I so need to pee.

Releasing a blubbering whimper as she turned over on the spot, Twilight Sparkle decided to lay face down with her legs spread wide, burying her face into the pillow as her wings lazily drooped to either side of her body.

Why won’t that buzzing noise go away?! How much did I have to drink?

I better get up before I pee the bed or something.

Resigned to her fate, she lifted her head from the bed and opened her eyes.

The very moment she cracked open her eyelids, Twilight Sparkle’s world became a swarm of bright, vivid lights that poured in from the nearby window, momentarily blinding her in a dizzying daze that instantly throbbed within the very center of her brain.

Well, at least the buzzing stop…

Her eyes clenched immediately at the offensive sun’s mid-morning rays of light, her head flopping back down onto the pillow, turning to face away from the window.

The buzzing’s back again...

“I feel like I am going to be sick,” Twilight grumbled to herself, “why does everything hurt so bad?”

As Twilight’s mind kicked into gear, attempting to shake its cobwebs by and to remember what happened last night, something suddenly occurred to her about her pillow; it did not seem right…

It felt odd.

Lumpy almost, in one particular area.

Cracking open her eyes just enough, Twilight lifted her head off of the pillow with as much effort as she could muster and then used her magic to lift the plush object from off of the bed.

The buzzing only intensified, as her exhausted, bloodshot eyes came face to face with a purple, transparent vibrator that was set to its lowest setting, trembling upon the bedsheet while the bulbous tip rotated at a slight angle.

“Oh,” Twilight Sparkle voice became flat as she stared at the sex toy, “that’s why.”

Levitating it up into the air while using her magic to switch it off, Twilight Sparkle noted the glistening sheen of lubrication which coated the shaft. Squinting, Twilight Sparkle drew it towards her nose and took a sniff, frowning a little as she forced herself to look properly around the bedroom while she discarded the toy upon a nearby bedside cabinet.

“This… this isn’t my room…”

Confused and still very much in need of a pee, Twilight Sparkle forced herself to slip across the bed and to disembark the comfortable prison with a whimper, standing upon her throbbing hooves as yet another strange sensation overrode her nausea.

Her flank ached.

Really ached.

As if someone had been smacking it with a paddle repeatedly.

Taking several painful steps forward, Twilight winced and perked her ears up to the curious sound of something dragging along the floor behind her.

Barely able to hold up her head, Twilight Sparkle looked down underneath herself with ease, eyes subtly widening at the long string of black anal beads that were hanging down between her rear legs and dragging across the floor behind her.

“Wh...what?”

Unable to even comprehend being embarrassed all thanks to her raging hangover, Twilight Sparkle gently pulled at the beads with her magic, shuddering and wincing as one by one, the conjoined black balls popped out of her twitching pucker until the anal instrument fell into a heap upon the ground behind her.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow…” Twilight lifted a hoof and reached round to rub at her flank, massaging the area.

Even though looking at almost every object in the room assaulted her gaze with how bright everything seemed, Twilight Sparkle finally decided to drink in the bedroom which she clearly did not recognize.

It was prim, proper and quite bare. However, she could tell by the frilly drapes surrounding the windows and the velveteen, yellow bed sheets (and if the sex toys were any indication to go by) that she was in fact inside some mare’s bedroom.

But to whom did it belong?

There were no pictures or anything too evident to give it away.

Trotting over to the window while lifting a hoof to press against her forehead, Twilight Sparkle gasped softly as she looked out across the all too familiar scenery that was Canterlot.

“I’m… I’m in Canterlot?” Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes finally, unable to take anymore of the sun’s glare, falling back onto her rump with a pained gasp while she rubbed at her closed eyelids with both of her hooves in slow, soothing circular motions. “I… I don’t understand… I was in Ponyville... at Sweet Apple Acres… we were having a slumber party and then… and then we started drinking Applejack’s scrumpy apple cider… we played truth or dare… spin the bottle… pin the tail on the pony… and then, I think Rainbow Dash said she wanted to hit the town or something.”

A sudden rush of nausea rushed up Twilight’s throat, causing the mare to press a hoof against her lips and break her trail of thought.

“I’m never drinking, ever, ever again… but, how did I end up here?”

“Oh! You’re awake? I thought I heard somepony talking.”

Twilight Sparkle barely noticed the arrival of another pony in the room, so naturally, the very moment the voice of another quite literally came out of nowhere, Twilight Sparkle yelped in surprise, flailing her hooves as she fell back down onto the ground.

Somewhat more sober thanks to the sudden fright, Twilight’s wide eyes stared up at the smirking face of a pony she certainly had not expected to see.

“Captain S-Spitfire?”

Spitfire moved to stand over the fallen Twilight Sparkle, leaning down to nuzzle in the crook of her neck. “Morning, Sparkle. How are you feeling?”

“I-I… I am not sure…” Twilight laughed nervously. “A little hungover, if anything…”

A sudden nip to her neck caused Twilight’s wings to erect suddenly beneath her.

Spitfire chuckled in a sultry manner as she drew her muzzle to brush the tip against Twilight’s own, the Wonderbolt’s Captain eyes melting into a loving and sultry manner. “I am sorry I left the bed a little early, but I needed to clean up after our,” she ran circles upon Twilight’s chest with a forehoof, blushing heavily as she did so, “little training session last night. I have to say, though, making me wear my uniform and giving me orders the way you did was a real turn on, Princess.”

Swallowing hard, Twilight felt suddenly very sober. “Um, I’m sorry, but, what?”

Frowning a little, Spitfire idly prodded her chest. “Don’t be so cruel, pretending you don’t know what happened… you came on to me, first, remember?” Whispering in a seductive manner, Spitfire lowered herself to lay on top of Twilight, who squirmed nervously below her weight. “I’ve never been with anypony like you before. I was a little shocked at first that a Princess would be interested in somepony like me, but, I have to say, you really know how to work your hooves... your tongue—I never knew a unicorn could use their horn like that, either. You really opened my eyes to a whole new world of bliss.”

What did I do?!

“U-uh, heheh,” Twilight chuckled nervously, trying to avoid the mare’s seductive gaze, “S-Spitfire, could you perhaps explain to me, what, exactly happened last night? I'm a little confused.”

Spitfire drew back blinking. “You can’t be serious?”

“Well, you see… I can’t really remember anything…” Twilight offered with a sympathetic smile. “About—uh, how we got here or how—um, well, you know… what we may or may not have did?”

A little disheartened, Spitfire stood back to her hooves, no longer pressing against the prone mare, looking down at her with a frown. “Wait a minute, are you telling me you forgot everything? The bar, the dancing, our first kiss...?”

Twilight shook her head.

“You even forgot that?”

“I—uh, apologize?” Twilight offered with a meek smile, her face burning with a blush that burnt along with her consistent headache. “I’m really sorry, Captain Spitfire, but I just can’t remember anything after Ponyville.”

“Wow, you really were completely out of it last night, huh? Let me put it this way; you certainly didn't act like it much! Rainbow Dash did tell me you were never that spontaneous and energetic, but I never knew that how—”

“Rainbow Dash?” Twilight looked up at Spitfire, trying her best not to sound too perplexed. “Was Rainbow Dash here in the city as well?”

“Yeah. The last time I saw her was when we all parted outside my apartment. I think Rainbow Dash and my team went on to another couple of bars afterwards, but I haven’t heard from them since. You were quite insistent that you wanted to go to bed, because you had some important meeting to go to at the castle this morning, so I offered my couch instead of you traveling back to Ponyville by train by yourself… of course, I later found out the hard way that your little story was a complete lie.” Spitfire stared down at Twilight, smiling mischievously. “The truth was you wanted to; and I quote, ‘give me the biggest wingboner of my life,’ before you practically jumped me in the hallway. I had to fight you off until we got into the apartment.”

Twilight gawked up at Spitfire. “I… I don’t remember any of that.”

“Well, Princess, it happened. Among other things.”

Twilight dreaded the answer considering the state she woke up in. “... like what?”

Author's Note

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