What a Twist!

“Ith not fair! I’m jutht ath much a mare ath Thilver Thpoon, or Applebloom, or Thweetie Bell!” It was another Hearts and Hooves Day, and Twist was alone. She had tried to put a positive spin on things, making sweets to sell (it was a big day for business) and keeping herself busy otherwise. But it still nagged at her that no one, not even Snips had asked her to be her special somepony. Finally having finished her tasks for the day, Twist put her sticky apron in the hamper and looked pensively around her room. Walking over to the mirror, she peered at her reflection, and couldn’t help but frown to herself. Her mane was thick and curly as usual, and her tail poofed out behind her. Her coat was pale, but nowhere near as brilliant of a white as Rarity’s. She felt a little foolish, thinking she could be Hearts and Hooves Day material. Instead she got another year where attention was lavished on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“I thuppose itth not a total thurprise.” She said to her reflection. Besides, she thought to herself, the was still developing! After all, Twilight had said that young fillies and colts are all still developing into the mares they’re going to be.

“Coltth…” She thought of Snails again, his long slender neck that most thought awkward (but Twist didn’t), his slow and goofy speech (that Twist really found quite endearing), and how nice he smelled, and how… Twist snapped out of her reverie as her parents called from down the stairs.

“Twist, we’re going out for more sugar! Watch the counter while we’re gone?”

“Thure Mom, I’ll take care of it!” Grabbing a fresher looking apron, Twist trotted off down the stairs to keep the store open.

It was a little later now, and Celestia was off lowering the sun towards dusk. Twist continued to clean, her apron once more besmirched with sugar and dough. The bell on the door clicked, and Twist looked up to see Zecora striding in with her saddlebag stuffed with bottles and purchases.

“Hey Zecora, care for thomething thweet?”

“I’ve been seeking a cherry tart, one pastry which is quite dear to my heart.” A little bemused by the usual rhyme, Twist went back to grab one of the tarts, and Zecora watched as she boxed it up for her, Twist’s eyes still a little damp.
“I don’t wish to pry or bother you, but I notice you are feeling blue.” Zecora said softly, and Twist felt almost relieved now that she had someone she could tell. She ran though her laundry list of complaints, and Zecora nodded sympathetically.

“… and not one of them gave me a card.” Twist said, her voice cracking a little. Zecora pensively tapped on her box of cherry tarts, and then turned to dig through her saddlebag. She came out with a bottle of light blue liquid that glowed with an electric brightness.

“This special potion is called Heat’s Fire, turning a mare into a stallion’s desire. But be forewarned, this is powerful brew; so just a couple drops will do.” Zecora leaned over and rubbed her cheek against Twist’s saying farewell.

“Only a drop before bed, you’re a clever filly, so heed what I’ve said.” Zecora walked back out with her tarts in two, and Twist excitedly looked at the bottle and shook it to watch the liquids inside slosh around, creating luminescent bubbles with each shake. Twist put the bottle under her chef’s hat in the cupboards, hiding it until her parents got home and she could quietly sneak it off to her room after dinner.

Twist sat at her desk and stared at the bottle. Before her, she had set out a teaspoon, a glass of orange juice, and of course the bottle of potion. The label read:

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Heat’s Fire
[Always be in season with our liquid lasciviousness!]

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Very carefully she clutched the spoon in her teeth and poured out a tiny amount of potion, before dumping the spoonful into the juice. There was a slight fizz, and then nothing happened. Disappointed, but still determined, she gingerly sipped on the orange juice. Nada.

“Maybe Zecora wath off on how much I should use…” She drank the rest of the juice and still didn’t feel very different at all. Looking at herself in the mirror showed the same Twist as always; small and frizzy. The bottle shook in her hooves, and she looked at it again.

“Well, I could uthe a bit more…” Twist brought the bottle to her lips and took a swift gulp, the liquid fizzing the whole way down her throat and into her belly. She gasped and put her head down for a second, reeling from the sudden rush of feeling that coursed through her veins. Her brain felt awash in sensory input, and she felt her body rubbing against the soft blankets on her bed. Her body felt sleeker, her stomach churning with a tingly, fiery feeling. She stumbled her way into the bathroom, and with a shaky hoof turned the shower on. She pulled her glasses off as they fogged up, her breath steamy and her body feeling hot. Noticing the bottle of potion again, she suddenly felt the urge to drink the rest, bringing it once more to her mouth and gulping, dribbles of the liquid trailing down her neck and tingling the whole way.

Her heart was racing. Twist climbed into the shower, the water soaking into her thick fluffy mane in seconds, covering the rest of her body in water that almost felt to Twist like a warm embrace, the heated form of a stallion to protect her... She shut her eyes, suddenly picturing Snails there with her, his warm body wrapped onto hers. The soft drips of water from her mane onto her neck became, in her mind, gently kisses he was planting all along her spine. Her knees felt weak, and she lowered herself onto them before reaching a hoof back between her hind legs. She murmured to herself as her hoof reached her soaking lips, her body aching to be touched. Dragging her hoof along her parted folds, she could picture Snails licking at her marehood, using his cute horn to stimulate her further as his thick tongue swept over her. She moved her hoof in quick circles, her body oozing fluids as her hoof slid over her clit again and again.
Her body ached for release as she continued to imagine Snails servicing her, her foreleg now sliding between her lips in quick little sawing motions.

“Mmm, ah!” Twist felt little jolts of pleasure with each swipe, but she still needed something more. Turning herself around, she got down on both her forelegs, her butt held high in the air. Water from the shower rained down on her ass, the jets spraying over her needy snatch in all the right places. Twist bit on her foreleg to keep from squealing as she wriggled her butt back and forth, in her mind receiving the greatest oral she could ever have imagined. The water pressure changed, now coming out in a tighter stream and making Twist squeal for real this time. As the water poured over her sensitive mons she just couldn’t take it anymore, the maddening pleasure needing some kind of release. Twist let out a moan and stamped her back hoof, completely lost in the moment as her hips wriggled against the stream, her tiny filly slit winking over and over, pushing her clit under the warm water that she wished to be her colt lover’s tongue. Her whole body felt tense, alive, her impending orgasm egging her to keep going, to finish the fantasy. Waves of sexual ecstasy rolled through her body with every second, finally coming to a crescendo as Twist let out a final exhausted moan. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to, still trying to force her hips back to meet with the pulsing flow of the showerhead as she shook with pure ecstasy. It felt like eternity, a tidal wave of lust finally breaking over her and leaving her awash in a sexual afterglow. Twist sat in the shower, breathing had as the steamy water soaked into her mane, slicking it to her fur and creating tiny rivulets that ran down her face. She felt… she felt sexy, if she was being honest with herself, and she couldn’t contain her grin at the thought.

Climbing out of the shower, Twist walked around a little unsteadily before grabbing her towel and headed into her room, steam surrounding her as she strutted through the doorframe. She toweled herself off gently before hopping up on her bed, feeling pleasantly tired as she rolled into bed. She had no trouble falling asleep, but her dreams kept her tossing and turning, Snails was there, but so were a lot of other stallions.

A lot of other stallions.