What a Twist!

by Metals

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Comedy, Twist, Big Macintosh, Mr. Cake, Sex, Zecora, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4007

M. Night Shyamalans favorite pony gets herself in trouble with a love potion; Group Sex and cloppin'

Twist didn't get a card from Snails on Hearts and Hooves day, and is naturally upset about this. But a love potion Zecora has seems to be the solution... If Twist would bother to follow the directions.

IMPORTANT NOTE: If you dislike foals in sexual situations, this is NOT a fiction for you. F/Solo in the shower first chapter, followed by lustful behavior under the influence of potion, and group sex in 2. Here you go you crazy clopping bastards.

Published 2012-06-04 05:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-04 05:34:01 UTC

Potion Purchase

“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.

Schoolhouse Tensions

Twist woke up earlier than usual, and lay in bed feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed. Last night’s events jumbled together in her mind, a murmuring stream of heated desires and new pleasures. She lazily rolled about under her covers before dragging herself out of bed, peering around blearily for her glasses. She stumbled around the room, checking the usual places before remembering she’d left them in the bathroom. Her hooves clicked against the tile as she carefully stepped through the doorframe, the place still in disarray from her haste the other night. Stepping over a damply crumpled towel, Twist carefully slid her glasses on and was taken aback by her own reflection.

In every way she was still Twist to a T, but there were lots of little things that seemed to have changed; her poofy mane was thicker and fuller, and her tail cascaded in thick ringlets to swish between her legs. She felt light, airy, and couldn’t stop herself from gleefully prancing around her bathroom. Suddenly she heard a call ring out from downstairs.

“Twist, you’re going to be late for School!”

“Okay Mom, I’m going thoon!” She trotted over and threw on her saddlebag, and suddenly tossed the half bottle of potion in the bag on a whim before cantering down the stairs. Her Mom dropped her lunch into her bag and waved her off as she hurriedly departed, her mane bouncing with each step. As she headed to school, she couldn’t help but notice that Stallions kept looking at her, but turning away when she looked back. As she passed Sugar Cube Corner, she gave a small wave to Mr. Cake, who was busy loading up a wagon with new pastries for an event the Mayor was putting on. As Mr. Cake looked at her, he blushed and waved back a little frantically before darting back into the house with a weirdly stiff gait. Twist shrugged and kept going, but it was a little harder to ignore the second time when Caramel hid behind a fruit stand as she approached, and then especially so the third time when one of the Royal Guards rolling through took a complete 180 upon seeing her. It was all so unusual she thought, it seemed to Twist like the potion was having an opposite effect!

She arrived at school just before the late bell rang, and took her seat to hear todays lesson, which was about the history of potions in Equestria. Twist immediately felt nervously paranoid, as if somehow Miss Cheerilee knew about the electric blue potion stashed in the bottom of her bag. But even more worrying was the fact that she didn’t see Snails anywhere! Quietly she turned to Applebloom as Cheerilee went to grab an extra pencil for Featherweight, who seemed to be sweating as he took furtive looks back towards Twist.

“Hey Applebloom, where ith Thnails?” Applebloom tapped her hoof against her desk idly.

“Ah heard that he may’ve gotten hoof and mouth disease, but that’s just what I heard from Scootaloo. Why don’tcha ask Snips?”

Twist turned to look, and saw Snip’s head practically snap as he turned away to pretend he was reading. She was about to just get up and move closer so she could talk, but that’s when she saw it. Peeking out from between Snip’s uncomfortably shifting legs was the tip of a thick and stout erection, one that he quickly hid as he shifted again. Twist was stunned, and slowly turned to Featherweight, who was now ensconcing himself in his wings. His shaft still peeked out at her from the gaps, longer and thinner than Snips’, but still tempting. No! She was waiting for Snails, that’s the whole reason she was here! But now that she knew what she was looking for, the thought consumed her. She could smell musk in the air, that expectant tension waiting for a carnal thunderbolt to land. She kept grinding her hips against her seat, feeling like she was overheating in the confines of the classroom. The lesson was nothing more than background noise to her as she breathed deeply, her heart and body still locking in combat as to what she should do.

Featherweight was trembling in his seat, shivering each time one of his soft feathers trailed against his erection; Snips fared no better, just tenting the book over his penis at this point. Twist wanted them. Both of them, right now, but she knew that she couldn’t. She decided to bide her time, deigning to wait out the rest of the school day, and then to sprint out of there as fast as possible.

~

The bell rung, and she quickly got to her feet, grabbing for her saddlebag. Suddenly, Featherweight floated over to her, and Twist froze as the smell of his silken feathers wafted over her.

“H-hey Twist, I was thinking maybe we could do something together sometime?”

“Yeah, but I really have to go…” Twist gulped and slid on her bag, breathing hard as she eyed his body. Suddenly Twist saw movement out the window and ran over to it.

Just about every stallion in town was out there. A confused Miss Cheerilee was peering around, trying to figure out what was going on. Snips was out talking with some colts, and then he suddenly pointed at the window Twist was occupying. She was stunned, frozen, her body tense and tingling with anticipation. She looked over at Featherweight and decided that it was over. Done. Finished. There was no way she was getting out of there now, and that left her one thing to do. She turned to Featherweight and kissed him hard, making him jolt at first, and then melt dreamily against her velvet lips. Her tongue explored his mouth briefly, slipping loose as she pulled away. Turning to her saddlebag she flung it open, and grabbed out the flask of potion. She ripped free the cork and downed the remaining half, standing stock still as the flask fell from her lips and into her bag again. She felt her haunches flex, and every hair on her body stood on end as the magic worked its way through her. Twist gazed over to see Featherweight with his wings snapped to attention, eyes alight with lust for her. She turned to him, presenting her dripping lips to him. Featherweight needed no further invitation as he mounted her, his cock jabbing twice at her backside before finally thrusting in.

Twist felt like she was going to melt. Her whole body radiated pleasure to her, grinding her body around his cock as he went deeper still. She squealed as he began to fuck her harder, and suddenly the front door slammed open. Stallions lined the door frame, all of them transfixed by the sight of the two foals rutting before them. Twist gasped for breath, lurching forward on her legs each time Featherweight slammed into her tight hole. The stallions filed in, surrounding Twist and nuzzling her coat, breathing her scent deeply. Twist pressed back, smelling the musk on their fur as they surrounded her. Featherweight was flapping his wings with each thrust, lifting Twists backside as he slammed against her. He didn’t last very long, and Twist let yelped as he hot come flooded into her. He pulled out, stumbling back to sit at one of the desks and pant. Twist didn’t have but a moment before another stallion moved up. Mr. Cake was blushing furiously (in spite of his and Mrs. Cake’s notoriously open marriage), as he stood astride the young mare and pressed his cock to her puffy lips. He sunk in with little resistance, the layer of cum inside her lubricating him. He was much bigger than Featherweight, and Twist whined as he bottomed out inside her. Suddenly, Twist’s vision went a deep pinkish-red, as Big Macintosh loomed over her. His massive erection hung beneath him, and Twist was drawn to it immediately. She rubbed her soft nose down his shaft, the musky smell making her soaking wet. Mr. Cake took it as a sign to speed up, and Twist cooed and moaned with each new push as the stallion rutted her. Twist licked and sucked at the huge cock in front of her, stretching to take the tip into her mouth.

Big Mac bit his lip as the inexperienced filly sucked and bobbed on his head, struggling to take more of the shaft down her throat. Mr. Cake was pounding her hard, her tiny marehood seemingly drawing him deeper each time. The two stallions worked her from either end, Big Mac muttering lowly in surprise as Twist briefly took his length into her throat. Twist was lost in pleasure, loving every second of this; she was the desire of all these stallions, and the idea of being a wanton whore for every stallion in Ponyville was never more appealing. Twist started slamming her hips back onto Mr. Cake, pulling away from Big Mac to gasp for breath before moving down to suckle on his balls. Mr. Cake didn’t last much long with Twist’s aid, and quickly finished inside her, and Twist sighed dreamily as she got her second filling. She felt hot with desire, and she flushed as she looked up at Big Mac imploringly.

“Ah, p-pleathe, fuck me Mac…”

Mr. Cake’s flaccid member slid out of her with a pop, and Big Mack stepped up behind her. His stomach didn’t even touch her back, and her eyes got wide as she felt his tip nestle between her lips. He took his time, grinding his hips in small circles, working his head in and out as cum dribbled out from around his cock. Twist already had another stallion in front of her, and was slurping on his shaft with gusto. Mac started to push his way in, and Twist arched her back at the swift entry. Twist whinnied, but her cry went unanswered as Big Mac finally hilted himself in the sweet young foal.

Twist couldn’t hold herself back, and she let the cock in her mouth pop free as she signaled the arrival of her orgasm. Her body convulsed around the massive rod inside her, and Big Mac snorted with surprise as Twist started to grind her hips against Mac’s. The stallion in front of her hadn’t had a long wait, and his eyes snapped open as Twist quickly resumed her duty. Licking up and down his shaft, Twist kissed along the underside before nibbling at his base. She suddenly turned back to Big Mac, who was moving gingerly inside her.

“Huh-Harder!” She panted, and Big Mac caved his desires. Grabbing her mane in his mouth, Big Mac hammered his hips against hers, his massive pole filling her completely. He scent filled his nostrils, the thick odor of a mare in heat driving him beyond sanity and into a realm of pure lustful need. Twist was equally entranced, and she now greedily lusted for more. She was furiously deepthroating the stallion before her, milking him with her tongue. The sharp tugging of Big Mac on her mane felt bizarrely good and she grunted with each vigorous stroke. Both stallions were speeding up, and Twist went completely limp as the strong ponies took control. She shuddered as she was fucked from both sides, the throes of another orgasm coming over her as she was split in two. Gooey semen splashed from her mouth and cunt as she was forcefully filled, and her winking slit forced a good pint from her stretched pussy. As the two males pulled free, the crowd surged forward and Twist felt herself being repositioned.

~

It was nighttime by now, and the crowd was all but gone. Featherweight and Rumble were flying together, twist sandwiched between them as they took both of her sore holes. Rumble was living up to his name as the vibration of his wings shook his whole body, the sensations against her clit making her drool on his mane as she wrapped her hooves around him. Featherweight was roughly fucking her cute little ass, gobs of cum from earlier making her insides slick and hot. Her tight ring squeezed his length, and both he and Twist moaned as he fucked her soft pale bottom. Rumble’s rumbling worked both ways, the gripping walls of her slit tugging and hugging at his member. His shaking kicked into high gear as she flapped harder, his enthusiastic rutting taking him to the peak as hot stallion spunk filled her for the nth time that night. Rumble helped to lower her to the floor and Featherweight hopped onto her back as Rumble flopped into a nearby seat. Twist flicked her tail and nickered as the colt fucked her stretched pucker, the maddeningly good feeling magnified by the potion. She came for the last time, grunting as she jerkily rocked her hips back to meet his. Featherweight’s final orgasm was much smaller, but she still felt the hot spurt of semen that soon mingled with the rest inside her, and cum oozed from her holes as the two colts nuzzled with her before flying off home.

“Tuh, uh, Twist?” Twist turned to see Snails wandering in, nostrils flaring as he smelled an unfamiliar scent. He looked at the knocked over desks and mysterious puddles before turning to Twist. Her mane was disheveled, and she seemed to be a bit shaky on her feet; she was just as beautiful as Snails remembered though, and his hearth thudded as he looked at her.

“Thnails, h-hey! Uh, why weren’t you in thchool today?” Twist crossed her back legs together, a small trail of cum leaking down her leg.

“Oh, I was busy, trying to… trying to finish this for you.” Snails went back to the door where he had stowed his saddlebag, and after a moment he came out with a small card. Twist’s eyes shimmered with tears as he held the red card out to her, and the inscription read;

Deer Twist,
You make my heart feal funny, like when you take a step on the staiers where there isn’t one.
Snails

“Thankth Thnails.” Twist leaned in and gave him a kiss, which Snails thought was great but weirdly salty.

“So uh, what happened here?” Twist rested her head on his shoulder, and then smiled deviously.

“Jutht a little tranthgrethion. Why don’t you come back to my plathe, and help me clean up? My mom thayth I can have friendth thtay the night.” She swatted him with her tail teasingly, making him blush. She walked to the door, and Snails could have sworn she wiggled her hips at him before calling him to follow. But that was probably just his imagination; she just wanted him to help her clean all that glue off her coat, something which Snails had experience with. He dutifully followed, and up ahead Twist smiled.

She knew that she wasn’t going to have to resort to a showerhead to help her out tonight.