Super Short Clopfics!

"Do we really have to do this?"

Twilight nods. "It's for science!."

"Fine." You cross your arms. "But I want to set out a few ground rules first. One: we are having sex at the end of this."

"Of course!" She grins brightly at you. "It wouldn't be much of an experiment if we didn't."

"Okay, good." You fold down one finger and continue. "Second: no anal probes."

"Are you sure?"

You nod.

"But what about Rarity?"

"We will never speak of that again."

"I see." She floats the tape measure away from your dick and writes down some notes in her book. "And Caramel?"

"I was pitching. There's a difference."

"Interesting."

The quill dances around in her aura, and while it's quite fascinating to watch, it's hardly arousing. Even if you've got a mostly unfettered look at her marehood. Finally, she stops writing for a moment. "I hate to ask, but would it be possible to go flaccid for a bit, just so I can take a few more measurements?"

You sigh. "Keep writing in your book, and it's sure to happen."

Twilight beams at you. "Okay, thanks!"