A Night of Fun

by jayjaejai

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 3810

There are many things you're not supposed to do in a library. Getting naked and masturbating are two of those things. But if Twilight Sparkle wants Moondancer to touch herself in public, then Moondancer is more than happy to obey.

Moondancer knew she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that she shouldn't be stripping down in the middle of the library, exposing herself to any pony who would happen to look. She knew that it was wrong to touch herself in public like a filthy pervert. She definitely knew if she got caught there would massive consequences in store for her.

But she knew that nothing would please Twilight Sparkle more than watching Moondancer play with herself in her most sacred refuge.

And whatever her mistress wants, Moondancer was more than happy to give.

Tags: Twilight Sparkle/Moondancer, Exhibitionism, Anthro, Femdom, Unashamedly filled to the brim with clop

Cropped art by Jonfawkes

Published 2015-11-24 16:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-24 16:00:03 UTC

The Library

Moondancer could feel her heart try and beat its way out of her chest. A part of her wondered if every pony at the library could see that there was something wrong with the bespectacled unicorn, a part of her wondered if they could smell something very…vulgar coming from her. She wished the table she was ordered to sit at wasn’t so exposed; sure it was in the back and there were no ponies nearby, but it was right out in the open where any pony could see. The logical part of her brain tried to calm her down, that at first glance there wasn’t anything unusual about her: she wore the same black sweater she always does and though the skirt she was wearing was quite short, it wasn’t short enough to drag any unwanted attention to her. And besides, all the other times Moondancer had gone to the library every pony just ignores her. But then again all the other times Moondancer had gone to the library she wore bra and panties, and wasn’t desperately trying to cover up how wet she was.

Moondancer’s brain screamed at her body to stop being so turned on. She wished her nipples weren’t so painfully hard, poking their way through her soft sweater. She wished her pussy would stop leaking, her lust embedding itself deep within the fibers of her skirt before dripping on to the chair. She definitely wished that she could just get up and walk out of this library and pretend that this night never happened. But her body knew that her brain had no control over her anymore, her body knew that it obeyed one pony and only one pony, and that pony sure as hell wasn’t Moondancer.

A small smile slowly broke out on her face, the reality of how much power her mistress had over her warmed her heart. Just the fact that her love could make Moondancer come to the library, her most sacred refuge, and get her to defile it made Moondancer feel deliciously submissive. She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, if she gets caught she’d be banned from her most favorite of places, but Moondancer was willing to give up everything to obey her mistress. If mistress wanted her to do something naughty at the library, then so be it. Though Moondancer wondered what exactly she wanted her to do: all she was told was to show up wearing only her sweater and a short skirt, sit at the back table and await further instructions.

Fortunately Moondancer only had to wait for a short while before she got her further instructions: a small buzz from her phone notified her that she had received a text. She pulled her phone from her purse, her hands trembled as she stared at the name on the screen: Twilight Sparkle. Moondancer opened up her messages and gave the text a quick look:

“I see you’ve obeyed my commands. Ready for the next step?”

Moondancer’s eyes widened at the message, Twilight was here? She looked around for her, trying to spot where she could be. But in a library as large as the one she was in, with hundreds of bookshelves and thousands of hiding spots, Twilight could be watching her from anywhere. A second text popped onto her phone:

“Don’t bother looking for me, my pet. You won’t find me. Now, are you ready for the next step?”

Moondancer took a deep breath and steadied herself. She knew her mistress loved seeing her flustered and horny, she loved the look Moondancer had whenever she obeyed an order that clearly humiliated her. And nothing pleased her more than seeing Moondancer get off to her humiliation. Whatever Twilight had planned Moondancer knew it was going to make her suffer in many oh so sexy ways. Moondancer slowly typed out her reply:

“Yes, Mistress.”

Another buzz shortly followed:

“Take off your skirt.”

Moondancer bit her bottom lip hard, waves of lust and shock ran through her veins. ‘No!’ her brain called out, ‘this is going too far. They’ll kick you out of the library, you’ll be banned for life, all your friends will know that you’re a freak!’ But as much as the idea scared her there was something freeing about being seen as a freak. A part of her wanted the world to see her as a dirty mare, as a perverted weirdo who gets off on getting naked in public. Her sexuality would be exposed, quite literally, and all the world would finally know how disgusting, how debauched, and how utterly depraved she truly was. Moondancer knew what she had to do.

After a quick glance around to make sure no one was looking at her she placed her thumbs inside the hem of her skirt. Taking a deep breath she slowly pulled down the cloth until it laid at her feet. The cold air hitting her thighs and the hard seat against her butt gave her goosebumps. Moondancer closed her legs hard and pulled her sweater down, hoping to hide her now exposed bottom half. Her phone gave another buzz:

“Took you longer than you should have. Now, put your skirt inside your purse. You aren’t going to be wearing it for a long while.”

The last sentence brought up a thousand questions inside Moondancer’s mind: what is she planning on doing to me? How long am I going to be naked for? But Moondancer didn’t waste time asking questions to herself, lest she anger Twilight. Moondancer reached under the table and snatched up her skirt, blushing as she felt how soaked it was, and quickly stuffed it into her bag. She stared at the soft wetness on her hands, the slight musk of desire wafting up to her nostrils. ‘What a dirty slut you are’ her brain scolded her. The blush on her face reddened, she knew her brain was right. Another buzz came from her phone:

“A lot faster this time. Good. But I don’t like how you’re trying to hide yourself away. Open up your legs. Wide.”

Moondancer knew that if she obeyed she’d be completely exposed to the world, all it would take is just one pony to turn their head towards her and then she’d be caught. She weighed the options in her mind: risk exposure or disappoint her mistress. When she put it like that the answer was completely obvious. She slowly moved her knees apart, the influx of air hitting her most private parts forcing a gasp from the unicorn. She looked down and saw how slick her inner thighs were: ribbons of her wetness tied one leg to the other. She kept going and going, watching those ribbons grow taught and then snap as she spread her legs apart. Her pussy was open to the entire library; Moondancer’s nostrils flared as her musk spread its way out, no longer trapped by her thighs. Her heart leapt to her throat when the phone buzzed again:

“Wider.”

Moondancer cursed under her breathe, wishing she wouldn’t have to keep going. Sure, she was already exposed, but it didn’t change the fact that spreading her legs farther out would be still be humiliating. She began moving her legs out more, the feeling of her pussy being slowly stretched open added to her embarrassment. She watched as her clit pull itself out of its hood and begin to engorge. She could feel her little nub start to ache with need as her legs reached the farthest they could spread. Rivers of her want trickled from her pussy; her nether lips grew redder with desire as the fresh air kissed her body in the most tantalizing of ways. Her shame yelled in her ears, ‘what type of pony gets off on this?’ but Moondancer didn’t care. The image she had of herself as a respectable lady had been killed off long ago, Twilight made sure of that. All that remained was her lust, and the knowledge that everything that she was doing, all the risks she was taking, the utter depravity of her actions pleased her mistress. And the only thing that mattered to Moondancer was pleasing her mistress. Her phone buzzed again, but Moondancer was able to guess what the message said:

“Touch yourself. Slowly.”

Moondancer reached her hand down to her wet cunt. Her eyes darted around to make sure no pony was looking at her, but she knew that somewhere behind all those bookshelves at least one pony was staring at her very intently. She placed two fingers on her aching clit, and began sliding them around in small circles. She gave a slight moan as the pleasure made its way to her brain, though she quickly used her free hand to cover her mouth. One part of Moondancer wanted to try and not draw any attention to herself, keep all of her movements as subtle and uninteresting as possible. But the other part of her wanted to put on a show for her mistress, she wanted her mistress to know that she was a good pet and enjoyed what she was being forced to do. Moondancer took her hand off her mouth and reached down to her pussy, and plunged two fingers in. She held them there for a few seconds before pulling them out and bringing them up to her face. She admired how completely slicked they were, how they shined in the light, how naughty they smelled. She drew the pair in to her mouth, slowly fellating them in time with her rhythmic circles. The taste of her own desire both sickened and pleased her: the very act of eating her own filth was disgusting to her, but knowing that it would please her mistress to see her debase herself in such a way encouraged her to keep on sucking.

She swirled her tongue around and in between the two fingers, coating her taste buds with her pheromones. Her other hand was busy keeping up its slow laps around her now thick nub. Her pussy cried out for her to go faster, to end the tease and let her cum. But Moondancer was not about to risk disobeying Twilight; if Twilight demanded slow, then slow she would go. But more importantly Twilight had ordered Moondancer to never cum without her permission, a command she had strictly enforced. Though Twilight would allow her relief often, the threat of prolonged denial was meant to deter any attempt at unpermitted orgasms. The threat never bothered Moondancer however: she knew her pleasure came second to her mistress’, and if not cumming pleased Twilight than Moondancer would gladly stay horny and chaste until the end of time, if need be.

Though a quick buzz on her phone tells her that she’ll probably be cumming much sooner than that. The message read:

“Your actions please me. Rub yourself faster.”

As she sped up her fingering Moondancer allowed herself to roll her head back and close her eyes. The sensation of masturbating in the library, of obeying Twilight’s orders, of being so utterly visible warmed her body completely. Her fingers spun and spun, rolling her clit in satisfying circles. The torrent coming out of her pussy doubled, the soft drips coming off the end her desk and splashing on the floor filled her ears. Though she had completely wiped away all of her juices from her fingers Moondancer continued to pump them inside her mouth, knowing that the image of her blowing her fingers while rubbing her cunt would be a salivating sight to her mistress. Moondancer made a quick look to see if she hadn’t been caught yet, and allowed a quiet moan to escape her lips. She could feel herself march ever closer to orgasm, which provided a bit of problem as she had neither been told she was allowed to cum nor had she been given the order to slow down. Fortunately another buzz from her phone gave her the much needed distraction she needed to calm her body down, though her eyes bulged out as she read the message:

“Take off your sweater, put in your purse. I want to see you play with your breasts as well.”

She stared at her phone at the command, her mind screamed out that this is going too far. But Moondancer’s body preferred obeying Twilight far more than it did obeying herself. Her lust outweighed her modesty, her desire to please Twilight outweighed her logic. She grabbed her sweater and slowly dragged it over her head, shivering as air kissed her exposed skin, gasping as the cloth rubbed over her sensitive nipples. Once she got the sweater over her head she unceremoniously dumped it into her purse, and with one hand she squeezed her breast while the other went back to playing with her pussy. Her fear of being seen, though still present, could not compete with the pleasure that her body was feeling. She softly moaned as she twisted and tickled her painfully hard nipples, she sighed as her fingers swirled inside her. Her body was soaked with sweat, originally from nervousness but know due to the exertion of her solo love. Moondancer’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her tongue flopped out as the haze of depraved pleasure subdued her thoughts.

She knew she must have looked like a filthy slut, hell, she knew that she was a filthy slut. She knew that the consequences for being caught would be severe, but she didn’t care. She knew that somewhere in that library, her mistress was watching Moondancer lose herself to the humiliating act. Moondancer could feel Twilight’s eyes on her body, she could feel Twilight smiling at the complete control she had over Moondancer; just the idea that Twilight could even be touching herself to Moondancer spurred her performance. She could feel her orgasm fast approach, her breathing quicken as she tried to supress the inevitable. It was just then her phone buzzed once more:

“Cum.”

And with that Moondancer picked up the pace, fingering herself hard while twisting her nipples. The soft squish of her fingers pumping into her grew louder, the smell of her musk was definitely noticeable, but she didn’t care. The world went white as her body shook with the power of her climax; her pussy squirting her cum all across the library floor. Moondancer slowly came down from her high, a goofy smile plastered on her face. So lost was she that she it took her a few seconds to remember where she was, and that she was still naked.

But as cum-drunk as she was she sobered up in an instant when she saw that her purse was missing. Her heart pounded in her ears as she begun to panic. Some pony saw her, some pony knows, and now she was sitting in the middle of the library buck naked and with no clothes insight. She was about to faint when her phone buzzed again:

“Oh my. It looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament. If you want your clothes back head to the stairwell on your left. Also act quickly, some pony is heading your way.”

Sounds of approaching footsteps slow filled Moondancer’s ears. A part of her wanted to try and clean up the mess that she had made but she knew she neither had the time nor the resources. She quickly grabbed her phone and headed toward the stairwell, weaving in between bookshelves in order to hide her shame. She had to pause and hold her breath when she saw some pony pass by the aisle she was in, thanking her lucky stars that she wasn’t caught. With a quick but soft sprint she made it to the stairwell door and entered; she braced herself against the cold metal door in order to slow down her rapid breathing.

As embarrassed as she was she had to admit she was impressed with Twilight’s creativity, stealing her clothes from right under nose. Her pussy tingled at what her mistress would come up with next. Fortunately she didn’t have to wait for too long to find the next step in Twilight’s plan was, as the now familiar buzz filled her ears:

“There is a glass window near you, stand in front of it.”

Moondancer stared at the window, seeing the soft lights of the street beyond. The stairwell she was in was well illuminated but the world outside was dark. Before Moondancer could have hid her nudity behind one of the many bookshelves in the library, but here there was nowhere to hide. She instinctively hid her breasts and pussy with her arms; she knew that it was odd to be embarrassed by her nakedness after all she had done, but in her post orgasm clarity her morals started to reassert themselves, shaming her to cover up. Though from the buzzing in her phone she knew that her bareness would be making a full comeback:

“It’s cute how you try to hide yourself. Pointless, but cute. You only have to do this and one more thing before I’ll let you have your clothes back. Set the timer on your phone for a minute. I want you to bend over, spread those pretty little cheeks of yours as far as they can and shove your ass against the glass. Hold that position for 1 full minute. Don’t move, I’ll be watching~”

The blush on Moondancer’s face could have been seen from space. It wasn’t the fact that she was going to be exposing herself to the entire street that freaked her out, it was the fact that since she was going to have to face away from the window she wouldn’t be able to see if any pony could see her. She simply would not know who out there was getting an eyeful of her most private spot.

But just as much as the idea scared her, the possibility that every pony could see her pussy turned her on. The reality that if any pony did see they’d only be able to see her flank and not her face did comfort her, but knowing that she’d only exist in their minds as a pair of holes and nothing more tickled her in the naughtiest of ways. She heard her pussy drip onto the floor, convincing her to keep going.

She set the timer on her phone to one minute and placed in on the ascending stairs in front of her. She pulled her cheeks as far as they could, shivering at the flood of air penetrating her crack, and pushed herself against the cold glass. Her body shuddered at the contact, and with a flash of her horn she pressed the timer on.

Moondancer never realized how amazingly long a second was. 59, 58, 57, each digit stretching itself out, prolonging her exposure. The glass against her cunt chilled her entire body, her nipples hardened in response. A part of her wanted to reach out and rub those little nubs of hers, but she knew she had to keep her cheeks open lest she fail this test of Twilight’s. 49, 48, 47, she counted as her body adjusted to the sensations all around her: the air swirling against her skin, the sweat dripping down her face, the slight strain in her back as she held the position. She was almost growing comfortable there before she heard the noise: the sound of a door opening.

The noise came from the top floor, which meant only two things: firstly that the only place that in the stairwell that this pony could go was down towards her, and that she was definitely going to be caught. She stared at the timer: 28, 27, 26 praying that it would go faster and reach zero before the pony reached her. She could hear the steps as the pony slowly descended the stairs, the noise growing louder with each passing second. 20, 19, 18, the beads of sweat poured out of Moondancer’s skin, she was going to get caught, she was definitely one hundred percent going to get caught. She was completely and utterly doomed.

But something surprised Moondancer: even though she was risking being found out by whoever was coming down, the idea of simply running away before the timer hit zero didn’t come up. She knew that if that pony did arrive before the timer finished, that the stranger would see her completely naked with her ass pressed against the library window. The very idea of defying one of Twilight’s orders was just not something Moondancer could conceivably do. 11, 10, 9, the sound of those footsteps grew ever louder, and Moondancer accepted her fate.

It was just then she heard the footsteps stop just one floor above her, followed by the sound of the stairwell door opening and closing. Moondancer let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and smiled as she saw the timer tick away 3, 2, 1, 0. She stepped of the glass, giggling at the ticklish feeling of her skin ungluing itself from the window and went over to pick up her phone. Her phone buzzed with her final message from Twilight:

“Good job. Your purse is outside the bottom stairwell door in the bushes. You are to get dressed and come over to my house. Also, before you leave take a picture of the window you were on.”

The last sentence confused Moondancer. ‘Take a picture?’ her mind asked. She turned around and looked at the window, her jaw dropped at what she saw: on the glass there was a perfect imprint of her ass and pussy. She never realized how warm and sweaty her body was, the water condensed into a lewd painting of her nether regions. She pulled out of her phone and snapped the picture before walking up the glass to wipe it off. But right before her hand cleared away the image she stopped herself, she wanted to keep the stain there. Sure it might dry up before any pony sees it, but there was a very good possibility that some pony would find this piece of naughty evidence. She left the imprint untouched, and quickly rushed out of the library to grab her purse.

She didn’t know what was awaiting her at the house, but she was really eager to find out.

Author's Note

Hey guys, I hope you liked the story. I'm not entirely sure if I should add more chapters to this one (I have kind of two more hanging around in my brain, one where Moondancer reminisces about her relationship as she heads over to Twilight, and the finale about what she does at Twilight's house ). I'm really curious what you guys think!