Milked Mares 2

It was just a dream. Wasn't it? She stared at the ceiling, counting the different shapes the sculptured surface crafted in her mind. Triangle. Parallelogram. Obtuse Triangle. Square. Every time Twilight glanced up at the ceiling from her bed, her mind seemed to pick out more and more shapes in the crystal roofing. It was a neat trick, which served her well in her procrastination. She had no particular desire to bring up the potential security issue in the castle. To start raving about Changelings so soon after the incident at the wedding. They'd think she'd developed some sort of phobia. Not that Chrysalis and her changelings weren't scary in their own right.

Twilight gave a miserable sigh, resting her hooves on her belly and gazing up at the soaked crystal above her head. Her mind began to unravel, like she knew that it would. Tossing everything else aside, only to tighten around the core of the puzzle like wrapping paper on a present.

Problem: Kidnapped in the middle of the night for non-consensual unsolicited intimacy. Why her? She's an Element of Harmony. Why Rainbow Dash and none of the others? Don't know. Potential theory: Rainbow Dash was chosen at random. Occam's Razor. But the real question, was why they wanted her ejaculate? Still a dead end there. Who were the members of the Circle of Sorrow? Where would they find the spell to bring Sombra back to life?

IF the Circle of Sorrow was actually behind this.
IF they weren't stopped back in Ponyville and Twilight was wasting her time, worrying about a situation that wouldn't happen
IF there really was such a spell to bring Sombra back from the dead.

She gave a groan. Having unclear hypotheses around a potentially lethal mystery did not do her any favors for relaxing. Twilight had woken in the middle of the night, gasping on the brink of an orgasm. Her sheets were soaked and her fur was matted with sweat. For the better half of an hour, Twilight rolled and wrestled with the idea that it was just a dream. A very very realistic dream, that sent her very good feelings, but a dream none the less. Logically, them attacking her in the castle, in the capital of the empire, was a statistical impossibility. That gave way to her worrying about what they were chasing her for. Why her cum? Was it somehow magical? The idea of Twilight's personal girl honey being a source of magical energy made the little unicorn squirm shyly on the bed. This whole fiasco had Twilight questioning things that never popped into her head before hoof, it was almost like she'd never gotten to solidly learn these facets about her own sexuality. She had to hoof it to them, they were masterminds using sexuality the way they had. It was something that was often the source of true confusion and suffering in ponies. Choosing to weaponize it was a brilliant move from a military stand point. On a moral, or ethical level, it was a nightmare. Twilight gave another groan. This was exactly the situation she didn't want to be in. Lost to thinking about the mystery and letting her mind wander away and encounter various dead ends, rather than focus on the information she currently had.

Scooting herself back onto the bed, until she were hunched over with her knees pressing up against her chest, she levitated a candle stick from a nearby holster. She knew full well she wasn't getting back to sleep until her little magic maker was satisfied. She'd had enough dreams and dealings with this mystery to know that for a fact. Blushing faintly at the idea of doing this so far from home sent a shiver through Twilight's frame.

"You dirty little filly..." She whispered quietly to herself, slowly plucking the candle stick from its holster and pressing the angular end towards the dewy little junction between her legs. With a shudder, Twilight slide the candle stick into her depths, giving a soft gasp at the sensation. With a wiggle, she arched her back and started to thrust the makeshift toy into her slowly. Each inch electing a quiet tremble from Twilight. She needed this. Ever since this entire ordeal began, Twilight had her buttons pushed and toyed with, pressed down and held more than she'd ever experience. Of course, a great deal with that came from the aphrodisiacs they'd pumped her full of. She wondered, idly if there was some sort of lingering residual effect. If her need to tease her sensitive little flower was all just some biological agent.The need to touch herself had never been so strong before, but now it was a clawing need she felt almost every night.

In and out, she rolled her hips with a growing passion against the bed. Her magic scooped itself around the candle stick and fed it greedily into her slot. It wasn't terribly thick, but it was nice and long and with Twilight's feverish thrusts, she figured she'd get the job done just fine with it. Her magic gripped it tighter, slid it in deeper, pressed it in harder. She was starting to pant.

She listened to the bed squeak underneath her as she found her rhythm, a soothing melody of mounting arousal, all rushing to a shining crescendo of a climax! She moaned as she got closer and closer. Her impending orgasm was hanging right in front of her. Right at the tips of her hooves. Just one more, perfect thrust- She squealed, throwing her head back as her plump little sex gushed. Her juices splashed around the candle stick, now hanging lewdly from Twilight's privates like some sort of flagpole. She tugged it out with a shudder and rolled onto her side, panting softly. It wasn't some bizarre machine with a perfectly wonderful tongue but it got the job done.

A job that needed to be done, judging by the copious amounts of honey she'd left on the bed. She blushed darkly and bit at her lower lip. Had that all come from her?! She must have been far more riled up than she thought. She peered at the candle stick, and then the bed thoughtfully. Great, a new mystery to solve. She wondered if Rainbow Dash was experiencing abnormal amounts of 'Awesome Sauce' when she masturbated. Twilight blushed and shivered when an image of Rainbow Dash doing just that flickered past her thoughts. A knock ripped those same thoughts to shreds and she quietly turned towards the door.

"Hello?" Cooed a voice from the hall. Twilight's ears perked and a smile gently flickered over her features.

"Cadence? Come in." Twilight called out quietly, and gave a sigh when Cadence poked her head into the room.

"Are you alright? I thought I heard something." She said softly. Twilight blushed violently in the dark and shook her head as innocently as she could.

"Uh, nope. Just...just me, by myself. " Twilight explained, suddenly feeling like she were fourteen again. The princess nodded her head, and turned to leave, only to turn around at Twilight's request.

"Cadence...do...do you think we can talk a bit?"