There are only a few precious times in a unicorn's life when she discovers a new spell so important that it helps shape the very definition of who she is. I'm very lucky to have experienced more of those moments than most unicorns will ever have. But it's not all fun – that shaping of identity comes with growing pains. As much as I try to restrain myself, I'm often too overwhelmed with the possibilities of what I can do, which means I don't think enough about what I should do.

The first such moment was probably when I discovered a talent for teleportation. I was just a little filly back then, socially reclusive and with a brand-new cutie mark I didn't yet understand. Even so, I should have known better than to use my new teleportation abilities to pilfer the royal kitchens' stock of dessert pastries.

Princess Celestia knew, of course. Whether it was because she sensed my use of magic, because she could always look into my eyes and somehow see just what I was thinking, or maybe just a stray bit of heavy whipping cream on my muzzle ... the moment she saw me, she seemed to know exactly what I'd done. Of course a long lecture on integrity, respect for others, and the responsibilities inherent with the use of power closely followed. Her punishment was difficult, but fair – I was sent off to apologize to the pastry chef and be his personal assistant for three full weeks. The chef's name was Donut Joe, and we became friends ... he ended up retiring from the royal service and setting up his own shop in Canterlot's Upper Square, but that's a story for another day.

Because, you see, I've discovered a new life-changing spell. I found it during a more thorough re-investigation of Starswirl the Bearded's time spells. This was just a footnote of that scroll, scrawled on as a hasty addition. The subject of that treatise was travel through time, so it spent very little ink on the trivial problem of not traveling through time.

The ponies around me cheer, and I look up. A sparkling burst of shimmering blue radiates out from where the Wonderbolts' flight path converged. Their cloud-trailed flight paths arc back up and shoot through the afterglow, sending a shockwave through it that makes it explode all over again. One by one, in perfect succession, the Wonderbolts slide to a halt in front of the stands, stopping in flawless formation each exactly the same rhythm behind the one before, Spitfire first, then Soarin, Fleetfoot, Lightning Streak, Sun Chaser, and finally Rainbow Dash.

Their finale was stunning, and I stand up on my hind legs to cheer for them just like everypony around me. Even though I know well enough from talking to Rainbow that the explosion of shimmering blue is just a mixture of cloud film and glitter dust carried in secret pockets of their uniforms, it was still amazing, and they deserve credit for that, each and every one of them. I know all their names now, thanks to Rainbow, but of course it's her that I cheer for the most. It's a shame that our other friends couldn't make it to this show ... but they have busy lives, and they can't be expected to go to every performance Rainbow does.

I'm actually glad that I came alone. That will make this next test of my new spell a little easier to get away with.

Starswirl's 'Show Stopper' spell was so inconspicuous on the scroll that I nearly missed it the first time through. Nearly – I am a meticulous mare, after all. And it wasn't until the third reading that I realized it was anything more than simply a way to cancel the other spells if they got out of control. The Show Stopper spell would simply stop one's motion through time.

When I first tested it, I thought it hadn't worked – nothing seemed to have changed. But that's the thing. When I use it, nothing changes. I realized that when I saw Spike, his mouth open wide and a small, blue gem hanging in the air just above him. He was frozen there, his eyes eagerly watching his glittering treat, but nothing changed. I walked over to him and examined more closely. When I nudged the gem to the side, I could move it easily, but as soon as I let go, it resumed floating motionlessly in midair. I tried moving Spike's claw, taking it from its post-gem-tossing position and moving it to his side. That was easy enough, and again, nothing moved once I stopped touching it. Returning back to where I had been standing over the scroll, I canceled the spell. The gem clattered to the floor next to Spike, and he looked down at it. He seemed upset with himself for having dropped it, and just a little bit confused, but he didn't even seem to notice that I'd moved his claw.

Since then, I've tried using the spell three more times, growing more accustomed to the way it works. If I move from one place to another while it's in effect, most ponies just assume that I teleported. If I move them while they're frozen, they may be confused for a moment afterward, but unless the movement is drastic, they tend to shrug it off and go back to what they were doing before. It seems to work on everypony equally; even Pinkie Pie held still and didn't react when under the spell's effect. It was strange, seeing Pinkie stand absolutely still. Even though I knew how the spell worked, for the longest time I half-expected to find out that she was only playing along and pretending to be frozen in time, that she would jump up and start laughing at any moment.

The Wonderbolts are taking their final bows, and the applause is beginning to simmer down. Once they head off toward their lockers, the crowd in the stands begins to disperse as well. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, then I make my way against the flow of the crowd, down toward the airfield, toward the Wonderbolts' locker room.

It's time to test a practical use for this spell, and the idea of using it like this makes my chest flutter. After a good deal of bumping and grumbling from the ponies I'm trying to get past, as well as plenty of murmured apologies from me, I get to the bottom of the grandstands, where the crowd thins out.

I wait there, leaning against the railing at the very front row, as I wait for the crowd to disperse ... and as I wait for the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash in particular, to get their uniforms off. I don't fancy trying to peel off those clingy flight suits while they're immobilized, and getting the suit back on so that she doesn't notice anything strange would be even more of a hassle.

Why, you may ask, is it important for their uniforms to come off at all?

Well, I never was socially adept as a filly. And even though I've made good friends since moving to Ponyville, there's one social aspect that I'm still woefully inexperienced with. For whatever reason, I've never had a special somepony. I have the urges, of course – sometimes I think I have stronger desires than anypony around me ... but for the longest time, I kept putting off doing anything about it. Well, other than clopping myself silly every time I was in season. But it always seemed more important to focus on my new friendships, on my studies. I figured I could worry about explorations of a ... sexual nature later on.

But then I became an alicorn, and now I can't explore that side of myself even if I want to. My friends are too close to risk our friendships by trying to develop them into a different kind of relationship ... my studies have shown that such a shift between any two of us could entirely change the dynamic between all six of us, and it would be even worse if the romantic relationship ended up not working out. As for finding anypony else to experiment with... Well, I'm a princess now. Princesses do not have casual relationships – the fallout could be politically disastrous. And there's an invisible barrier between me and everypony else now. Once they realize who I am, they begin to see me as untouchable, as somehow better than them. I can't imagine developing a romance with somepony while a presumption like that hangs over our heads.

I'm not immune to the effects of this deprivation. There is precious little relief for me. I've found magazines with pictures of mares, magazines with pictures of stallions, even some magazines with pictures of both doing unspeakable things with each other. I can catch occasional glances of a mare's pert rump or a stallion's handsome, hanging balls, but that's a furtive and daring affair – I can't even imagine what would happen if I was caught staring.

So, for me, it's all 'look, but don't touch', except for touching myself ... which just isn't enough, after a while. All I want is the feeling of another pony's warm fur against my own. I want to know what their tantalizingly off-limits private parts feel like. It's maddening, and there was no cure for it.

Until now.

Now that I have my special time spell, I'll finally be able to touch what I've been longing for all this time. My earlier experiments with the spell were just that: experiments. I never did anything more daring than occasionally looking in inappropriate places. I didn't dare do anything too risqué. What if the spell suddenly wore out and they noticed me? What if I left some trace, and they found it? What if they somehow were aware of what happened while time was stopped, and they remembered it?

But over the course of my experiments with the spell, I confirmed that all these fears were either unfounded or, in the case of leaving traces, they could be mitigated by a clever mare like myself.

Now it's time to end the experimentation phase and move on to using the spell for the practical benefit of pony-kind. Which beneficiary, in this case, happens to be me in particular.

Now, given this spell, I can have my way with anypony. Literally anypony in the world. So why choose Rainbow Dash? It would be nice if I could say something high-minded about her flying prowess or her irascible attitude. But that's not it at all. She just has a really nice little flank, tight and toned, just a bit on the small side but with a beautiful muscular curve to it. And mmm, her pert little...

But that's just me getting ahead of myself. I could have anypony in the world, even the crush I've had since fillyhood: Princess Celestia herself.

In due time... But for now, I feel like even though Celestia will be totally unaware of what I do, I need to approach her with a little experience, not the fumbling touch of a complete neophyte. So, for now, I need someone else to practice with. And why not the mare who's been catching my eyes over and over again in the meantime?

And that's why I was the only one of Rainbow's friends who made it all the way out to her performance in Baltimare. It will be better this way – now I don't have to worry about disappearing and reappearing in front of my other friends. Getting back to exactly the same position as when I start the spell can be surprisingly tricky.

The stands are nearly empty now, and the Wonderbolts have been out of sight for several minutes ... perhaps even too long. If they're already showering, that will be problematic. I'd rather not get wet because my wet hoofprints might leave a trail even while time is stopped, so I want to catch Rainbow after she takes off the uniform, but before she hits the showers.

Everypony still on the grandstands is headed back toward the exits; they're all looking away from me. And even if any of them do see me cast the spell and vanish, they'll only think I teleported away to skip the crowded exit lines.

I run my magic through the elegantly simple lines of the compact spell.

The only immediately apparent difference when under the spell is the complete and utter silence. All sounds from around me cease. Nopony ever notices how much ambient sound is around them until it suddenly vanishes. I certainly never did before. Now the only sounds I hear are the ones I make myself.

A quick glance around confirms that the ponies headed for the exit are now frozen in mid-stride. One unfortunate filly not far from me is in the midst of spilling her cup of juice.

Aw, why not? I quite literally have all the time in the world. Contentedly humming to myself in a self-congratulatory way, I climb up the steps to where the filly is, take the cup out of her hooves, and scoop the floating splash of red juice out of midair with it. I then safely set the full cup on the ground in front of her. She'll know that she dropped it, but she'll only see that it miraculously landed without spilling a drop.

One good deed done ... perhaps that makes up for what I'm about to do. I like to think that it does. After all, I helped that filly, and what I'm going to do won't hurt anyone – nopony will even know I was there.

I jump up, open my wings, and glide down toward the airfield. The staircase drops out from beneath me.

The first experiment with it was a bit unnerving, but I've come to enjoy flying in frozen time more than flying normally. When time is frozen, there are still slight differences in air density, but there is no wind. There are no updrafts, no downdrafts, no turbulence. It's a buttery-smooth flying experience that can't be rivaled with even the very best flying weather in normal time.

I land perfectly on all four hooves, right in front of the airfield's staff entrance. There are two gruff security guards watching that entrance, and I walk past them with a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I flick my tail playfully under their noses, privately giddy about how easy this is.

I've never been inside this place. It's a tile-walled tunnel into the hillside, and it branches off in a few different directions to help facilitate the different shows and festivals hosted here. But, thankfully, it's designed with consideration for performers who have never been here before either. Directions to all the important facilities are painted with color-coded arrows on the walls: Administration, Prop Staging, Ground-Level Exit, Green Room, Lounge, Lighting & Sound, Storage, and of course – Locker Room.

So it's easy to follow the blue arrows and find the locker room's matching blue door.

I stop in front of that door for a while. My chest is tingling with the need to breathe in deep gasps, but I force myself to keep it steady. There's nothing to get worked up about, I remind myself. No risk whatsoever. I should be comfortable with this and take my time.

But I'm undeniably excited. My whole body feels jittery, and my fur is standing on end.

Forcing myself to calm down takes some time, but again, I have all the time I need. Only when I feel that I can fully control myself do I step forward and push that door open. It's unlocked and swings freely.

The air inside smells surprisingly clean. There's none of the musty old sweat smell I'd expect from a locker room. But there is the smell of water and soap – somepony is already in the showers. I'll have to hope it's not Rainbow. Maybe I could hide in an empty locker and restart time while I wait for Rainbow to finish her shower and dry off ... but that sounds pretty terrible, not to mention risky, and I really hope that it won't be necessary.

This is a very nice, high-end locker room. The benches are beautiful polished wood, and the metal lockers shine with not a single speck of grime. The rubberized tile floor is meticulously clean. But I don't see any Wonderbolts just yet. The lockers are arranged in a series of dead-end rows all leading toward the steamy showers, so there's a lot I can't see.

Even though I know nopony can possibly see me, I still use caution and sneak around the corners as I explore. There's Sun Chaser and Lightning Streak between the first two rows; they almost startle me when I first see them headed straight toward me ... but of course they don't react. They're frozen in mid-step, in mid-conversation, on their way to the showers, both of them with their uniforms off and towels draped over their shoulders.

The space between the next two rows is empty, and there's only one more aisle. I hurry over to that one, and my jaw drops when I see what's waiting for me there.

Rainbow Dash, Soarin, and Spitfire are all close together, hidden way in the back of the row. The two naked mares are huddled together in front of Soarin's crotch, where his flight suit is zipped open.

No ... it can't possibly be...

I come closer, and by the time I'm halfway there, I'm sure of it. I've caught the three of them quite in the middle of things. I would have seen Soarin's erect cock from the end of the hall if it hadn't been hidden inside Spitfire's mouth. As I come closer still, I see that Rainbow is devoting her attention to Soarin's smooth, round balls instead. Her tongue is frozen in mid-lick, pressed firmly against his scrotum. Spitfire's eyes are contentedly closed, but Rainbow is staring adoringly up at the stallion as she services his balls. Both mares have their tails flagged up high – there's a suspended drop of liquid arousal caught in the air between Rainbow's hind legs, and Spitfire's golden pussy has been caught in mid-wink. The blushing flesh inside glistens up at me welcomingly. Soarin's hoof is in the middle of brushing a stray yellow hair away from Spitfire's face.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. I know the Wonderbolts always have co-ed locker rooms, but I never in my wildest dreams expected to see this. My own tail slowly rises. Well, maybe not my wildest dreams, but one of those magazines did have a photo shoot with two hoofball stallions and a cheerleader doing something pretty similar in their locker room. But I knew that was just fantasy, a fiction invented by the magazine writers, those ponies probably weren't even into sports, just paid models wearing the costumes ... things like that don't happen in real life, right?

And yet, here it is. Irrefutable proof that these things do happen in real life.

Dazedly, I walk closer. The frozen scene mesmerizes me. They're almost like some kind of hyper-realistic and very perverted statue, a diorama of lust. Is this what Rainbow Dash gets up to? Do they do this after every show, or is this just a one-time thing? Maybe Spitfire and Soarin are a couple and invited Rainbow to share? Or it could be Rainbow and Soarin who invited Spitfire... Or Rainbow and Spitfire getting carried away with—

I shake my head. I'm the one getting carried away here. Maybe Rainbow will tell me about this someday. If it really is a one-time fling and not a long-running secret, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up bragging to me about it. I'll have to pretend I didn't already know.

Again, I'm getting carried away with speculation. Instead, I should focus on ... on the reason I'm here in the first place.

My tail twitches. I'm tingling underneath it. I only expected to sneak in and get a nice look and a quick grope. I never expected to find something this lewd. Or this arousing... Can I dare keep on with my original plan now that I've found this? Oh, I want to. I want it so badly! But it's just so much, all at once ... I was expecting to ease myself into this sort of thing. This is ... kind of intimidating, actually. I could never see myself taking part in a scene like that.

I can still ease into it, though, right? Why not just focus on Rainbow Dash for now? I can work my way up to ... up to the rest later, if I feel that I'm ready for it.

Nodding to myself, I smile. Like usual, I've come up with a perfect solution. All it takes is a plan. For that matter, I almost want a checklist to follow ... but I don't dare – the chance of anypony finding that checklist later is small, but it would be cataclysmic if they did.

Okay, this is it... Forcibly stopping myself from any further thinking, I instead act. I reach out with my hoof and touch the curve of Rainbow Dash's flank. Her fur is soft and velvety, but when I press a little more heavily I can feel the warm, firm curve of her taut muscles below. I stroke my hoof across her gorgeous flank, over the swell of her rump and around her cute backside. It leaves a trail of brushed-over hairs everywhere I touch, but that's nothing to worry about. I know from my previous experimentation that all of the disturbed hairs will spring back to where they were as soon as time starts moving again, and the affected pony will barely feel a thing.

Rainbow's ass is as perfect as ever, but now that I've gotten started – and begun feeling a little heated between my hind legs – I quickly move closer and take a good look at the real prize, something I could never think about touching without this marvelous spell, something I could barely dare to look at before.

But now I can look at it for as long as I want to. Rainbow Dash's little blue pussy is nestled adorably between her ass cheeks. The elongated teardrop of her vulva looks so comfortable in its little nook between the two strong muscles. Its smooth, rounded lips pout upward slightly, and her slit is shockingly small for something that's supposed to admit a stallion's entire shaft. Now that I have the time, I can see little details I never could have hoped to notice before: the plush-looking skin is flushed slightly pinker than the rest of her ... even as smooth as her pussy looks there are tiny wrinkles where the uppermost part of her slit pinches inward ... the lower part of her slit is ever so slightly open and it's showing a tiny sliver of wet pinkness between the gap.

Of course, there's only one thing I can do now. I reach out and ever so gingerly touch those beautiful lips with the soft fur just above my hoof. There's nothing like that texture anywhere else ... Rainbow's is a little firmer than my own, but her vulva still has that wonderful, springy softness. I'm fascinated with the way the lips move and part open a bit as I gently rub them. When it opens a little more, I can see that she's soaked on the inside, her pussy is flooded with slightly-milky clear juices. But the outer lips are still dry and clean, and oh Celestia do they feel good!

A little bit of Rainbow's moisture smears on my hoof. I pull back, almost licking it off thoughtlessly, but then I pause just long enough to think about what I'm doing. Am I really going to taste that?

Yes! I kiss the damp spot on my hoof, lick it off. Rainbow tastes tangy and sweet. I realize, suddenly, that I've never tasted my own emissions ... I have nothing to compare this flavor to.

That will have to wait, though. I have much better things to occupy myself with. Rainbow's pussy has remained exactly the way it was when I pulled my hoof away: with the lips pressed slightly inward and pulled open. Her glistening pink inner flesh is on full display for me.

Leaning in closer, brushing her tail out of the way, I come in for a slow lick. My tongue glides over the luscious swelling lobe where Rainbow's clit must be hiding and continues up to where the two delicate lips part. The heady taste of her hits me strongly as I slide my tongue through the hot, open valley of her slit. It's much stronger now, it would be unpleasant if it wasn't so unbelievably sexy.

I explore Rainbow with my sensitive tongue, becoming acquainted with the texture and feel of every inch of my friend's pussy. This is so incredible! So this is what it feels like? ... I want more! I want to try all my friends now. I want to try every mare I see! I want Rainbow to scream and wink for me. I want her to orgasm in my face!

I pull back, and a long strand of Rainbow's juices gets pulled along with me, stretching between her pussy and my upper lip. I lick it away from my lip, and the rest just hangs there in a midair arc.

No, Rainbow isn't going to be screaming my name or winking. That's a disappointment. It comes with the territory, though, I suppose.

If it's winking I want, though... My eyes dart over and catch sight of Spitfire's parted pussy lips and engorged clit. Oh yes. Yes, please.

I'm not quite done with Rainbow yet, though. Slurping up the suspended strand of juices as I go, I make my way back to Rainbow's pussy and plant a wet, slippery kiss right in the middle of her flower. A 'goodbye for now' kiss, perhaps. With my tongue, I press her pussy lips back together more or less like they were before, then I pull back to admire my work.

Her pussy is wet inside and out now, but other than that, she looks just like I found her. My eyes catch the suspended drop between her legs, still hanging there on its way from the tip of her vulva to the other little dribbles on the floor. Struck by a mischievous whim, I duck down and snatch it up with my mouth, letting its flavor soak onto my tongue.

Now for Spitfire...

I hadn't planned on doing anything with the Captain of the Wonderbolts when I came into the locker room, but at this point, how can I not?

Ducking around Rainbow's colorful tail, I scoot over in front of Spitfire's golden rump. It's like she's presenting herself to me, her ass up in the air and her pussy caught in mid-wink. Her ass is a little wider than Rainbow's, a little thicker, but still slim and athletic. When I touch it, I find that it has even less give than Rainbow's.

'Hard-ass' indeed, I muse, remembering some of Rainbow's comments about Spitfire. Wait... Had Rainbow also secretly meant that literally? It would be just like her to make an inappropriate inside joke solely for her own amusement. Has Rainbow been personally acquainted with Spitfire's ass before now? It could merely be a coincidentally accurate figure of speech...

No matter. Whether Rainbow has been here before is none of my concern. It's time for me to get acquainted with Spitfire's ass.

This time, I don't bother being subtle about it. I push Spitfire's tail up and over her back, grab her by both ass cheeks, and dive into her glorious pussy. Hers is firmer even than Rainbow's, though that might just be because she's in the middle of a powerful wink. Her pink lips taste muskier and less tart. I can easily explore her generous display of inner walls with my tongue, but the real prize is just a little way below. I begin by simply kissing Spitfire's bulging clit, then I let it slip into my mouth. I fondle its firmness with my tongue as my lips play with it and try to tug it out just a little more ... but no, this is as far as it can come.

My hooves stray, one of them finding Rainbow's tiny little teats even as I eat out her Captain, and the other straying down between my own legs to...

I stop myself, realizing I hadn't actually planned out what the conclusion of this will be. Will I simply masturbate next to these two ponies, and that's it? I don't know what else I can do... Next to these three ponies, I remind myself, looking up at Soarin.

I've never explored any stallions before, either. And I'm not likely to get many opportunities this good, am I? How often am I going to get lucky enough to catch a stallion in my spell while he has a fully-erect penis? When I pulled Spitfire toward me to revel in the hot mess under her tail, I inadvertently pulled her off of Soarin's cock a little. I can see some of it now, shiny with her spit, just outside her lips. One prominent vein snakes across the top surface of it.

That glance settles it. I'll have a stallion as well. Of course I will!

Carefully, I edge up and open Spitfire's mouth a little wider. Then I slowly pull her off of Soarin's cock. It just keeps coming! More and more of Soarin's dark-blue length slips out between Spitfire's lips. There's his medial ring, yes. Goddess, can that really be only half of him? How did Spitfire possibly take it all to the hilt?

His tip finally pops free from Spitfire's mouth, and I'm able to admire his entire length. And it is admirable indeed. His girth seems fairly average, but his length is well beyond what the anatomy textbooks usually grant their diagrams, and it even puts most of the studs in those dirty magazines to shame. I glance down at Spitfire, gaining a new level of appreciation for her. Clearly, she has more talents besides just flying and ordering cadets around. She may look a bit silly crouching there with her mouth open wide, but I can only look at her with awestruck respect.

And then there's Soarin himself, the graceful length of his shaft glistening with Spitfire's, well, spit. His two heavy balls spread side to side down below, Rainbow's tongue still on one of them.

Working up my nerve, I reach out and run a hoof along the seam of his silky uniform, down his belly, stopping at the point where it's unzipped. I've never touched a stallion like this before. Am I really ready for this?

My pussy winks all on its own accord, and I know that ready or not, I need to feel that cock. I need to touch it. Reaching out with both hooves, I grab hold of it.

It's warm, really warm. Seeing it out in the open all wet made me brace myself for something cold and slimy, but of course, time isn't moving. It had no time to cool off in the air. His shaft is still just as warm as it was inside Spitfire's throat ... though it is still pretty slimy.

That just makes it easier to stroke, though. My hooves glide up and down his firm length like it's the most natural thing in the world. It feels so buttery soft at the surface, but below that I can feel his undeniable strength and ardent hardness. My hooves slide easily over the smooth upper half of it, then bump over his medial ring and the branching veins below.

And I keep going, prodding at the still-soft wrinkles around his sheath, then below to touch the generous roundness of his balls as they rest against the smooth wooden bench ... or ball, rather. Rainbow's face still monopolizes one of them, so I satisfy myself with the gentle round swell of the other. They look and feel so virulent, so full...

Of course, to reach his balls, I have to lean down fairly low. His tip isn't far from my muzzle now... I don't even have to ask myself if I'm going to do it or not. I take hold of his shaft with both hooves and angle it up toward my face. When I look up at Soarin, he's still gazing lovingly down at where Spitfire used to be ... more or less where I am now. It's sweet. I wish I could see the reaction on his face when I stick out my tongue and lick the swollen tip of his cock, but of course his expression stays exactly the same. It tastes rather neutral, surprisingly ... and then I realize that most of what I'm tasting is Spitfire's spit.

It's worth it, though. With my tongue, I can feel the tiny bumps around the head of his cock. I can only imagine what he'll be like when he flares just before orgasm... Will I ever manage to freeze a stallion in that state? Maybe if I secretly watch a couple and wait for just the right moment...

But for now, I occupy myself with tonguing every bit of Soarin's majestic cock. I never imagined that getting to know a stallion's anatomy in such detail could be so pleasurable. He's perfect. I want more of him! I want to take him in my throat like Spitfire did, even though there's no way I actually can and it will mean nothing to him. I want to take him in my—!

I freeze, almost as motionless as the other three ponies. Only my breath stirs the air. I can feel my own heartbeat between my hind legs.

Do I really want ... that?

I look down at the cock in my hooves. It's so wonderful, so perfect ... and it's something that could actually give me real pleasure, something better than clopping myself off. It should be safe enough. There's no way Soarin can orgasm without the progression of time, though I suppose it might be possible that his penis could react to the stimulation I give it by orgasming the moment time starts again.

Silly Twilight, I remind myself, always over-thinking things instead of enjoying the moment. I'm terribly horny, and here's a perfect stallion cock to try out, safe and ready for me. Why not?

Carefully, I climb up on the bench in front of Soarin, sliding my belly over his. The zipper on his flight suit tickles my underbelly and my little teats. I reach back with a hoof and line the tip of his cock up with my eagerly winking pussy. Some nagging voice in the back of my head tells me I'm crossing yet another line here, but at this point there are other, more lustful, voices in my head that are much, much louder.

His tip is almost touching me even when I'm standing as tall as I can on top of the bench. He's so amazing! Slowly, I lower myself down, bit by bit, until I feel the warm touch against my pussy lips. They wink again, spreading my own moisture onto his tip. It feels like I'm claiming him, claiming him for my own, stealing him away from the two mares watching helplessly behind me.

I feel like such a pervert for enjoying that thought, but I can't deny it.

At first when I press downward, his cock slips to the side, prodding against my butt cheek. I wiggle back and forth a little, and I feel the head of his cock spread one pussy lip open. Oh goodness! And I haven't even truly gotten started yet! My next wink spreads my lips across his tip. I rock back and forth a little, working him in between, and then his cock finds its way to my entrance.

That spreading feeling ... that glorious feeling of a warm cock just beginning to fill you, just beginning to find its way inside! I've had dildos before, but this... It fills my head with fluffy clouds of hot pleasure. I can barely keep my balance and—

Slip! My hoof slides off the edge of the smooth wood.

I scream as I fall. The fluffy clouds of pleasure become a thunderstorm, a hurricane, an unbearable weight of black pleasure with lightning flashes of pain.

I can't breathe, I can't move! I must have nearly passed out ... I find myself hugging against Soarin's immobile chest, my hooves clenched around his middle. There's this huge, hot pressure inside of me. Did I...? Leaning back, I look down. Only the tiniest portion of his blue cock is visible before it disappears up inside of me. It's staggering. I've taken his entire length. Somehow, I've done it. I wiggle my rump microscopically back and forth, and I can feel his stiff rod deep, deep inside me.

Well that's it, I tell myself. Say goodbye to your virginity.

But how can I ever regret this? An emptiness I never knew I had inside me is filled to the brim. I'm overflowing with the incredible pleasure of it. Looking down again, I see that I'm literally overflowing with the pleasure. As my pussy winks around his modest girth, slow rivulets of my juices pour down over his sheath and his balls. Some of it is already on Rainbow's tongue.

That doesn’t matter now. I start gently – very gently – rocking myself back and forth on his marvelous cock. It feels incredible! Not quite the fireworks of his first entry ... but close. He feels so massive inside me. The way the pleasure radiates out, it's like he's touching every part of me from the inside out, and every part of me feels as good as when I play with my own clit.

My pace increases as my virgin body becomes accustomed to him. The faster I go, the better it feels. I moan into his mane, crying out without fear of being found. He doesn't respond. He doesn't need to. All I need is ... is... Augh! I'm so close, I'm so very close! But it's not enough. I need something on my clit to finish myself off, and there's nothing. I need my hooves just to stay in place and, and...

I glance over my shoulder and catch sight of Rainbow Dash. Her tongue. Yes!

Struggling up on my hind hooves again, I lift myself up off of Soarin. It feels wrong to slide his length out of myself. I want him in, in! A million leagues inside! But I know it's only for a moment. I shudder as his tip pops free. Juices dribble down from my slit onto him.

Moving quickly and carefully, I spin myself around to face Spitfire and Rainbow instead, and then I lower myself onto him again.

I moan louder than I ever have while clopping. Sliding him back in feels so right! This is perfect!

But now, I can make perfection even better. I can make it bliss. Oh Celestia, I've never needed a climax this badly before! Once I bottom out on Soarin again, I reach down and roughly grab Rainbow's forelock in my hoof. A measured tug later, and I've managed to slide Rainbow's tongue up and over Soarin's balls, over his sheath, across the tiny bit of his cock left exposed, and onto my own clit.

Oh yes! Oh fuck yes!

Now when I rock back and forth, I not only have the incredible feeling of Soarin's hot cock moving inside of me, I also have the pure ecstasy of Rainbow's delicate little tongue sliding across my clit every time it winks out toward her. I want it to go on forever. This is it – this is the meaning of my life, this is the ultimate vertex of pleasure! The pinnacle of existence!

It doesn’t last forever – it lasts mere moments before I can't move anymore. My body shudders and quakes around the stiff cock deep inside, and my swollen clit throbs against Rainbow's tongue. I cry out and grab Rainbow's mane, shoving her deeper between my legs. Her eyes are still looking up adoringly, and they happen to be looking right up into mine.

That's what sets off the real explosion. White-hot energy flares from around Soarin's cock inside me. The magical light of carnal bliss soaks through me like a waterfall, surging and swirling into every inch of me. I'm sure if I could keep my eyes open, I'd see the tips of my hairs glowing. Wave after wave of it crashes through me as I release a deluge down upon Rainbow's face and Soarin's crotch. I manage to look at her again. Those eyes! Rainbow's beautiful eyes as she looks up at me so worshipfully! It's as if the mare-cum streaming onto her tongue and smearing on her nose was the single best thing that ever happened to her.

Eventually, my orgasm does subside. Long moments pass before I can control myself properly, and my recovery back to sentience keeps getting interrupted by bouts of aftershocks from my orgasm. Every time anything moves, it makes my body twitch around his stiff cock. I don't know how long it is before I'm finally able to lift myself off of Soarin. Clocks obviously don't tick while time is suspended, and it's surprisingly hard to judge the passage of time without any external cues, without anything around you moving or changing.

But when I do get off of him, I stumble down to the floor. The tiles are cool and smooth ... that helps. Cooling off is good – I've worked up a bit of a sweat. And that's not the only wetness clinging to my fur.

Once I'm finally recovered enough to function properly, I get up and assess the situation. Spitfire's not where she used to be, that's the biggest thing. Soarin's cock will have to be put back where it was, the two mares' tails need to be rearranged... Time to get to work.

I move Soarin's cock first. It still feels nice, and it's still glistening with ... wait. It's glistening with my moisture now, not Spitfire's spit. That will have to be fixed, or Spitfire will taste the difference.

After searching around, I find a spare towel and give Soarin's cock a thorough rub-down. Just to be sure, I've got it all, I give it a lick. It's pretty dry now, but it still tastes like mare. Faint, but even tangier than Rainbow ... so that's what I taste like.

If toweling isn't enough to get it all, maybe I can lick it off.

Now that I'm sexually satisfied, licking his cock isn't quite as much fun. But it's still pretty nice. I give him a very thorough cleaning – probably a bit more thorough than necessary – before moving on to his balls and the rest of his crotch. I have to move Rainbow away in order to give the same treatment to everywhere else my juices leaked. For the bench itself, I decide that a towel alone is enough. If a little of my flavor lingers there, that's okay. Nopony is likely to lick that.

Oh, and while on the subject of licking... I turn to Rainbow Dash. Her nose is still wet and her tongue is still out. It's a strange sort of kiss that I give her, but it's still very interesting, licking my own juices off of my friend's tongue, off of her nose. Does this count as my first kiss with a mare?

That takes care of the moisture issues. Next, I place Rainbow back where I found her, touching her tongue to Soarin's left testicle. I then angle his cock back toward Spitfire.

His length is wet with my spit now, not hers, but I doubt she'll notice the difference. It's a bit tricky to get her lined up properly again, but at least her mouth is still wide open. Since her throat is still gaping, it's actually surprisingly easy to slide her back over Soarin's shaft. It's fascinating, watching it slide back in. Somehow it's erotically charged to know that my spit is now sliding deep into her throat without her ever knowing. Not to mention the naughty idea of manipulating them into unwittingly doing sexual things with each other as I move them around like puppets...

How does Spitfire take so much cock into her throat? I have a sudden urge to ask her for lessons ... but how can I possibly broach a subject like that without revealing what I've just witnessed? Even if I can think of a way to bring it up gracefully, it's not as if Spitfire is the most approachable sort of pony to begin with. And how would she react to a princess saying such things?

But enough of that. On with setting things back the way I found them! It doesn't have to be perfect, but it needs to be close enough for all three ponies to shrug it off as nothing. I move Soarin's hoof back to Spitfire's mane, then head back to the mares' tail ends.

Unfortunately, I can't remember exactly how they looked when I first came in, but after a little artistic arranging, I manage to get both of their tails into a position that looks right. It's probably off by a little, but they'll hopefully just assume it's the normal twitching of an aroused mare's tail.

Okay, is that it? I pace back and forth around the trio, looking for anything out of place. Parts of their fur are still mussed, but that will spring back as soon as the spell is broken. Their faces look just like they were before, and their manes are close enough ... except for Rainbow's. I try to brush it back into place after my rough grabbing, and it's partially successful, but hooves can only do so much. I can't find a comb anywhere, and I can't use my magic until I'm done – that would break the time spell. My best clumsy hairstyling effort will have to do. The three of them look too busy to notice a bit of messy mane, after all.

Anything else, anything else? Oh! Of course! Both Spitfire and Rainbow have a telltale shimmer of their juices and my saliva on their vulvae. I carefully pat them both dry with that spare towel, then toss it in the dirty laundry bin at the other side of the locker room. Done!

Well, done with the first draft... I check the scene from top to bottom three more times, and then from bottom to top once, just to be sure. Yes, perfect.

Only then do I allow myself a sigh of contentment. Yes, this was perfect. I couldn't possibly have asked for better, this flew so far beyond my wildest expectations.

My eyes stray toward the showers, and I keenly feel my damp, sticky fur ... but the shower won't really rinse me well if the water doesn't move. The only water I would have to work with is what was already hanging in the air. I'll have to wait until I get to a hotel room.

I stand for a long while in front of the locker room door before I leave. This is going to take a lot of emotional processing. I wish I could see the three Wonderbolts when they snap out of the spell, just to check and see if they notice anything strange. And, well, maybe to watch them afterward. How far will they take this?

I could stay behind and hide in a locker, peeking out at them ... but no. I've taken enough risks already, and I've gotten my reward, more than I ever hoped before. And I'm no longer a virgin. Wow. I hadn't planned on that! But it was wonderful. Maybe it could have been better with a stallion who was aware and could love me back, but that will have to wait for another day, if it ever happens at all.

And this little test of my spell has worked wonderfully. Now I know I'm ready for the big leagues. I'm ready to do what I've wanted to do ever since I began to know what my filly parts were and what they were for – I'm ready for Princess Celestia's sweet, pure-white pussy.

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