Sequestered in Slutquestria

Twilight Sparkle is the hottest thing on two legs. Or sometimes four? Point is, the bitch was a hot bitch.

In both the metaphorical and literal senses. The sun beats down on Twilight, making sweat boil on the surface of her skin.
Twilight was so hot that she had already striped down to just her damp ‘<-You Must be This Long to Ride->’ tee. Which wasn’t too much of a task, and only consisted of giving her soaked spanties to some enthusiastic mauve colt. She couldn’t catch his name as he ran off to masturbate, presumably.

It is too damn hot.

I mean why in the damn hell does it have to be this hot? We can control the weather patterns. Who’s this helping? What does this do? It should not be so damn hot that I’m out here having dreams about being on fire.

Now I love Celestia and all, but couldn’t she keep the sun like ten degrees colder? She needs to start delegating this shit to Luna or something, because Celestia lost her damn mind. Shit.

And then, Twilight saw sweet, creamy salvation. Curdled Cream, the dairymaid’s ice cream stand, which was set up next to Applejack's apple-bobbing pavilion. You might be wondering how apple-bobbing was sexualized. Twilight bought a creamy treat with the bits she got from the 'five bit special' blowjob outside the interlewd. That good shit: ice cream sandwich, with extra cream, which is dinerese for semen. She dug into the frozen cookie sandwich, but alas it was too damn hot, and it started melting. Twilight thought fast, and shoved her other hand under her bust in order to catch the dripping jizzum. The ice-cold substance tickled her cleavage and made her spine shiver, as her eyes fluttered back in their sockets, and her mouth had a small orgasm.