Author's Note

PrincessTwilight Sparkle's POV

A pronounced Spell: 2

I had just pronounced the words of a spell Pinkie Pie had placed right under my muzzle. Should I have refused? I trust in Pinkie Pie, like I trust in few to no other Ponies. It isn’t just in honesty, but her way of knowing what she was talking about in the first place. The way she had been leading me in a tight leach, guiding me to where she wanted the conversation to go.

The light at the tip of my horn remaining, the glow of my horn just as brilliant as before I concluded the reading of the spell. Yet, at first; nothing seems to happen. Just that the glow of my magic clings to my horn as if by its own accord. I don’t need to focus at all, it stays in place; ready to use at my slightest whim. Should I worry about this? There is the image of what Rarity did, when she had a spell that permitted her to manifest anything she could have imagined. Yet, if Pinkie Pie gave me the book; shouldn’t that make it safe?

“I have one small idea, just to verify that this spell is actually working; the way you made me think it should work!” I put forth.

“Okekey, dokeley!” she responded, with little to no further though of it.

This certainly isn’t the spell Rarity had manifested, but I felt like making a small test run; imagining a small, stubby little Unicorn horn in the forehead of Pinkie Pie. Just enough to see if it actually did work, in the first place.

“That is odd, Twilly; but thank you!” she prompted in response, and I saw the horn taking shape as I had imagined it.

“You are quite welcome, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, but promptly left the horn in place for now.

“If you close the doors to your chamber, and we can make a more interesting test!” she just blurted out, as she confirmed what I had just managed.

As my attention had been redirected from my friend Pinkie, she apparently had a surprise in store for me. As my eyes focused on her once more, I noticed something odd in the air before me; there is what I could only take for an image of something before me, and as I focused on it; the intended effect apparently is that my horn is taking on the shape and content of what I see before me.

Pinkie Pie is squinking, as she had referred to it; at some point way back. The image she is holding up before me; is clearly a sex toy, made out of a crystal clear and highly elastic rubber.

Before I had an instant; she was on me, licking my horn as if it had been a lollipop. What she told me; is that my magic is in effect a lubricant, but in telling me in this manner, she had effectively distracted me from both the spell and the image she had made me project; thus disconnecting me from what I am doing, and leaving the toy as my horn on my forehead.

While I am focusing magic through my horn; I can feel the sensation of touch, in a highly acute manner; yet I am not by any means prepared for the excitability or excitement she was now eliciting by licking the tip of my horn.

Of course, with the pronounced profile of the new, dual counterpoint spiral my horn is sporting; I am still capable of performing a good number of spells; even some of which I had not expected or was directly prepared to make use of. Besides, to her delight; all that made my horn into the tool of magic manipulation is still intact. Or is that an understatement I had not expected either?

“Pinkie Pie, why were you licking my horn?” I exclaimed.

“Because, I know you would find it exciting!” she prompted.

“Maybe so, but it is also extracting; like nothing else. Now, where were we?” I inquired, with just a hint more of irritation and agitation on my voice than I had intended, or felt comfortable showing off.

“Distracting? How about I give you something more exciting to think of, Twilly!” she proposed.

“When you put it that way, I really don’t want to know what you had in mind. If it had not been you; I would have found the statement threatening, to the point where I had to take a serious action in response!” I declared.

“Good thing I know nothing will happen; and that you will accept what I had in mind, once you see what I mean!” she prompted.

“The fact that you already know of it; is the first reason, why I will take no such action, but this may be the cause of the implied threat, as well. I guess I can as well let you have the candy, when you are so eager to have it?” I conceded in defeat.

“Thanks for seeing my point, and be so understanding, Twilly, You see, that candy is exactly what I had my eyes on!” she declared, winking in the direction of my horn.

“Uh, Pinkie? That is most certainly not candy, I doubt there has even been any sweet taste to it at any time!” I expressed.

“You know me better than that, Twilly. Now, if you could but bow down your head; you are a very tall Pony, these days!” she exclaimed.

“I guess you do have me on that last point, Pinkie; that is after all an effect of sprouting wings and ascending to Alicorn hood, and be coronated!” I gasped, as I did bow down my head and aimed my horn for her muzzle.

“Maybe this should get her quiet for a moment, and without making her whine about it all day?” I pondered.

Only this is when I recalled where Pinkie Pie had come from, a family of Rock farmers, who had rock soup for Hearth’s warming eve dinner. Yet, it is too late to retract; what I had already offered her.

Then another thought hit home, the spell she had prompted me to perform; aside how that had affected the horn in the process, maybe I could be safe after all?

I feel her lips, and her mouth contracted around the rubber currently representing my horn; with only the magic as lubrication between us. Feeling touch around my horn is a new and foreign sensation to me, but she made it exciting and enjoyable. Is this in Pinkie Pie, the spell itself; or was this simply hidden within me the entire time?

My horn is just as stiff and unfeeling as my hooves, most of the time; yet, with applied magic, she had made me experience something I had never expected. Indeed, something no Unicorn or Alicorn had been expecting to ever feel.

What came next is a shock and surprise; apparently just as much on Pinkie Pie as on me, going by how her eyes went up wide, as wide as they could ever go; The contraction of her lips could only be compared with how I feel when I came, but this should have been impossible. Even if it is Pinkie Pie I am dealing with here.

Of course, my horn is not the rigid and hard it used to be; but an elastic rubber that apparently is permitting me to feel and grow excited. Mere minutes after she came the first time; I came with her, and shot out a load of lubricating magic all the way down her throat.

Panting hard and fast; I pushed her off of my horn, just after I felt what had to be the climax.

Feeling her lips around my horn, tightly contracted until she was clear of my horn. Only a moment after her lips no longer is touching my horn, was she finally capable of parting her lips; which is when she gasped.

My horn is just as stiff and unfeeling as my hooves, most of the time; yet, with applied magic, she had made me experience something I had never expected. Indeed, something no Unicorn or Alicorn had been expecting to ever feel.

What came next is a shock and surprise; apparently just as much on Pinkie Pie as on me, going by how her eyes went up wide, as wide as they could ever go; The contraction of her lips could only be compared with how I feel when I came, but this should have been impossible. Even if it is Pinkie Pie I am dealing with here.

Of course, my horn is not the rigid and hard it used to be; but an elastic rubber that apparently is permitting me to feel and grow excited. Mere minutes after she came the first time; I came with her, and shot out a load of lubricating magic all the way down her throat.

Panting hard and fast; I pushed her off of my horn, just after I felt what had to be the climax.

Feeling her lips around my horn, tightly contracted until she was clear of my horn. Only a moment after her lips no longer is touching my horn, was she finally capable of parting her lips; which is when she gasped.