Fluttershy was humming a gentle tune as she and some of her animals picked flowers in the meadow. She was a little anxious, given that these flowers were being picked specifically for Princess Molestia and Lunaughty’s upcoming visit tomorrow.

Yellow quiet felt a tug on her tail and turned around. “Oh, hello there little lady,” she warmly greeted the squirrel. Her smile held as she lowered her head to see what her little friend had to offer. “Aww. That’s a lovely dandelion, but I’m afraid that won’t work.”

“Confused squirrel noises.”

“I know dandelions are yummy, but they’re a little tricky to store,” Fluttershy explained, hoping to let the squirrel down gently. “The seeds tend to fall off when you lay them down. And while ponies like me can just pick them up, that seems a little rude to expect from a princess, don’t you think? Twilight said everything has to be display perfect.”

“Accepting squirrel noises.”

“But you’ve been doing so much to help, I think you’ve earned a little treat.” Carefully the larger equine pushed the little rodent onto her back. The squirrel offered no resistance and spread her little arms and legs out wide, knowing what Fluttershy had in mind. One could only spend so much time around yummy food before being accosted by the munchies, and Fluttershy intended to take her fill.

Fluttershy dove in, burying her nose in the little critter’s muff. She was pleased to hear the squirrel’s happy chirps, but kept her focus on the flavor of the rodent’s tiny honeypot. The critter’s juices were a little salty, like nuts, which Fluttershy found to be a refreshing treat. With the expertise of a surgeon, the pegasus’ tongue carefully probed into her little friend’s opening and began to stir her up. The squirrel cried out and tried thrashing in ecstasy, but Fluttershy’s mouth held her in place. It was easy for the caretaker to coax her little friend to orgasm, having had considerable past experience with such things. When it was over, Fluttershy swallowed the droplets of lady squirrel jizz and licked her partner clean before resuming her task.

With her regular chores either done or being handled by her animals, Fluttershy had planned on spending the remainder of her day like this. For every so many flowers that her animal friends brought her, she’d reward them with her mouth. Despite the importance of her task, she honestly couldn’t imagine a better way to spend her leisure time. There weren’t any loud noises to frighten her, nor strange ponies making demands outside of her admittedly narrow comfort zone. There was only the bliss of nature for as far as the eye could see, the chittering of her beloved critters as far as her ears could reach, the rich aroma of flowers mixed with the more subtle scents of animal pheromones, and a lingering aftertaste. Yes. Truly this was the best life had to offer.

Then came the unfamiliar squeaking.

Being a zoology expert, Fluttershy prided herself on being able to recognize, approach, and tame almost every animal in the books, even some of the more exotic ones. So, from her perspective, when she heard an animal sound that she didn’t recognize, it seemed perfectly reasonable that she would jump and hide behind the nearest rock. After all, not every creature was as easy to deal with as an enraged manticore with a thorn in its paw.

A couple of the dogs she’d taken along heard her cry and came to investigate. One stuck close while the other sniffed around. Its ears perked when it found something suspicious and pointed behind a small rock.

Feeling a little less scared at meeting such a small stranger, Fluttershy poked her head out and approached cautiously. “Hello. Who’s there?”

Four insectoid legs poked out from behind the rock. They pulled up a spherical blue bug with big green eyes and dragonfly-like wings. It made a sound that Fluttershy interpreted as a friendly greeting.

Fluttershy was elated. She’d never seen anything like this before. However, small critters like these tended to be easily startled, so she kept her head and volume low. She also signaled the dogs to get back. “I’ve never seen something like you before. What’s your name?”

The bug ball gave no answer, but flew around to where Fluttershy had kept a basket of apples for her lunch. It sniffed and its stomach growled.

“Oh, are you hungry?” Eating plants is usually a good sign, she thought to herself. Already she was channeling her inner Twilight, compiling details in preparation to publish a study on this discovery. She took rough estimates of its probable mass, wing size, and made a few guesses about its innards. The creature’s face took up almost 40% of its body, leaving little room for other organs. The caretaker had a small spike of panic when she failed to spot any sexual organs. If things got heated, how was she supposed to soothe the poor dear if she couldn’t bring it to orgasm?

Then the bug ball turned up its nose in disgust at the apples.

“Oh, well I guess that was a little much.” Fluttershy then pulled one of the smaller apples from the basket and smashed it to paste with her hoof. “There. That should be easier to-hey! Where are you going?”

The bug ball had completely ignored her efforts to feed it and had turned its attention to one of the dogs. Fluttershy gave her pet collie the signal to sit and behave. The bitch did, but the collie still sniffed curiously at the strange creature. The bug ball explored around the collie’s head, and then migrated down her side, eyes seeming to search for something.

Fluttershy watched in curious awe. She sang softly for the collie to keep her calm, but never tore her eyes away from the creature. It wasn’t attempting to bite the collie, which was good. And it wasn’t eating the animal’s fur either. Could it be searching for ticks or other parasites? Poor thing was unlikely to find any, as this collie had been bathed just recently. Then the bug ball stopped at the bitch’s butt. It made excited sounds that Fluttershy interpreted as ‘I found it!’

“You find something you like?” Fluttershy approached and tried to see what made the bug ball so happy to see it. “Hmm. I’m not sure what’s going on,” she said as she scratched the collie behind the ears. “Do you have a butt fetish or something?”

The bug ball chirped.

“Well, now I’m a little insulted you didn’t come to me, first,” Fluttershy said in good humor. She even turned to the side to present her rump. Her rear had a respectable bounce when she shook it, which mesmerized the critter. “See. Not to brag, but my rump is a lot more-eep!”

In the blink of an eye, the bug ball had zipped from the collie to Fluttershy’s rear. Instantly she felt a bulbous pressure against her tender folds. The mare relaxed almost as soon as she felt the sensation, having learned long ago that once one of her animals got started, it was best to let them finish, and maybe scold after the fact. However, rather than seeking to penetrate, the bug ball began nibbling with its tiny mouth at her outer lips.

Sparks shot through yellow quiet’s body. Her legs wobbled and it was a struggle just to keep standing. Each bite seemed to apply just the perfect amount of force to provoke sensation without causing pain. The creature, seemingly encouraged by her moans, explored this avenue. It rotated its body around Fluttershy’s vulva, adding a pleasant tingle of friction on top of its expert nibbling.

No one had ever eaten her out like this before. Most of those who tried were ponies and her larger pets, but they were usually too rough. It was like they were racing against an imaginary clock to get her to squirt as quickly as possible, which was usually a prelude for penetration. And when her smaller creatures made the attempt, well, she appreciated the thought. Either their mouths and teeth just weren’t made for this sort of thing, or they lacked the skill and the motive to learn. This critter was tending to her pink fleshy insides like, well, she would. The bug ball was eager without being forceful, exploring as deep as its little body could manage for every sensitive spot it could. Even the way its buzzing wings tickled her butt cheeks felt nice.

Fluttershy’s tongue had fallen from her lips and she was panting like a dog. She wasn’t the only one. The collie had been mounted by the other dog, no doubt having been turned on by what was happening to their mommy. They weren’t the only ones, as every animal that had been dutifully picking roses had stopped to either watch or hump one another. Fluttershy had to fight against touching herself for fear of disturbing the creature’s good work. Instead, she vocalized her gratitude with cries of ecstasy, moaning prayers to Molestia for giving her this wonderful gift.

Fluttershy’s front legs gave out as her orgasm rocketed through her. Her face was flushed and her body felt like it was on fire. She managed to keep her butt held high so as not to jostle the creature from its work. However, in her sex addled delirium, she didn’t fully register that the creature had stopped. The pressure of its presence was still there, but Fluttershy had difficulty processing anything beyond the sweet release of her orgasm.

Once her climax had calmed, the creature pulled itself free with a wet pop. It fluttered in front of the panting pegasus, licked its lips appreciatively, and gave a chirp.

Fluttershy gave a silly grin. “You’re most welcome, little friend.” As strength returned to her legs, she pushed herself up and gave her rump a quick clench to squeeze out all of her sex juices, only to find that there were none. Curious, she reached back and pressed her hoof into her snatch, finding it relatively clean. Then the creature belched. “Oh my, well aren’t you the mannered one.” Gushing, she tenderly rubbed under what may have been the bug ball’s chin. It cooed adorably. “You’re such a cute little guy. It’s rare that ponies give the courtesy of cleaning up after themselves, but I guess that just makes you extra special.”

The bug ball chirped in agreement and flew into Fluttershy’s mane, making a pseudo nest and falling to sleep almost instantly. Fluttershy felt her heart stop from the cuteness of it all, but the sounds of her other pets kept her grounded. “Alright, everypony. I think we’ve got enough flowers for the Princesses. You all carry them home. I’m going to show this cutie to Twilight.” She then added under her breath, “And see about publishing my discovery.”

***

Meanwhile, at the Treebrary, Twilight had gotten her knickers in a twist. “Hurry up, you two,” she whined. “This place isn’t going to clean itself up!”

“It didn’t mess itself up, either,” Trixie grumbled as she picked up all the loose sheets of paper scattered around the floor.

Twilight had woken up in the middle of the night and decided to do some experimenting. However, given that she was technically sleepwalking at the time, she had no memory of what she was doing. The notes written were even more illegible than usual, but she still demanded they all be filed as neatly as possible so that they could be reviewed later.

“Hey. Don’t steal my line,” Spike countered, earning a raspberry from the blue mare.

“Enough with the chitchat. Princesses Molestia and Lunaughty will be here tomorrow!”

“Trixie was under the impression that this was just going to be a casual visit.”

“There’s nothing casual about a visit from royalty,” Twilight snapped. “We need to prepare tea and snacks. That means bringing out the good tea set. There’ll be guards, so we’ll also have to set up a space big enough for them all. On top of all of that, both princesses will expect this place to be spotless, but you’ve barely made a dent in the clutter!”

“Perhaps there wouldn’t be such a clutter if we, for example,” Trixie rolled her hoof in consideration, “chain you to the bed tonight so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Tried it,” Spike added from the kitchen. “Being restrained while she sleeps just makes her want to move more, so she magics herself free.”

“Then use a horn ri-” Trixie stopped herself from saying something very ignorant and rude. Unicorns, even those without strong magic, felt immeasurably uncomfortable when wearing horn rings for a prolonged period of time. It was simply unnatural to not have complete access to all of your magic at all times. Trixie tried imagining sleeping with such a handicap and shuddered with revulsion. “Then maybe put a bell around her neck or something.”

“There’s no time for fooling around with such drabble. Ugh! You know what, since I’m such a distraction for you two, I think I’ll go and check on everypony else’s preparations. You two stay here and get to cleaning.” Twilight then left before the others could vocalize their protests.

The trip down main street was most delightful. The trees were decorated with banners, bells, and all manner of flowers. Things looked fancier than even the Slutty Sun Celebration, as this time the whole town had taken part to some degree. Even now, ponies were straightening up the last of the decorations, raking the leaves, watering flowers, fucking at designated points to ensure an ideal saturation of arousing aromas, and preparing the welcome sign.

Twilight stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the horrendous thing. Her stomach was doing backflips as she stared at the literary equivalent of a train crash. “What the hell is this?” she demanded irately of the mares setting up the sign. “‘Welcome Princess Molest’? Who the hell is Molest? And where the hell is the rest?”

“Well we couldn’t fit it all in,” answered a mare with carrots for a cutie mark.

Twilight groaned and planted her hoof firmly against her face. “I wish I could say she’s tired of that joke, but she isn’t.” She could almost hear the mad mare’s boastful belly laughs should she witness such a fuck up. Naturally, it would be followed by the moans of these mares as they got fucked up as punishment, but that was beside the point.

“What joke?”

“Never mind. Take it down and try again. But this time, use both names! Remember that Lunaughty just got back from a thousand-year tantrum for not feeling appreciated, and I’ll be damned if she has a relapse over something this stupid. Also, and I can’t believe this needs to be said, but don’t write in crayon for goddess’ sake!”

Fortunately, the banner issue seemed to be the only real problem Twilight could see. She stopped by Sugar Cube Corner to check the food situation. “Hey there, uh,” she struggled to remember the bakers’ names, “Cakes.” That was probably right. “How’s the banquet going?”

“C-close! So close!” moaned Pinkie. She was standing directly over a cake with her gut sucked in so as not to disturb the frosting. Beside her, the lanky yellow stallion was furiously beating her off.

“It’s coming along fine, dearie,” the short portly blue mare replied.

Pinkie gave a gasp of release. Like clockwork, the lanky stallion began rotating the cake on its plate. This ensured an even distribution of the pink mare’s special cream to add to the frosting. She sighed her relief, but kept her gut sucked in until the cake was moved to the safety of the table. “Phew!” She wiped the sweat from her brow. “This is harder than I expected.”

“You’re doing good, Pinkie,” encouraged the lanky stallion. “Just a few more cupcakes and you can stop for the day.”

“A few more?” Twilight asked. “How many has she frosted already?”

The lanky stallion gestured to the buffet table. It was packed to the brim with sweet pastries. “That’s everything that doesn’t need refrigerating. And thanks again for the work, Twilight. This is easily the third biggest order we’ve ever filled.”

Twilight barely heard him. She was too busy running the math for just how much Pinkie would need to ejaculate to coat all of these treats. “How were you able to do so much without diminishing results?”

“Oh, I ate a bunch of ‘em,” Pinkie answered plainly. “Refueled the tank and all.”

Twilight pondered this. Consuming pastries as described didn’t seem to violate the conservation of mass. However, converting food matter directly into cum was something she was reasonably certain pony bodies couldn’t do. She quickly summoned a quill and scroll to make a note of this for later. Most likely this phenomenon was related to the Elements.

“Twilight! Pinkie!” Fluttershy called in her signature whisper. Although she pranced in like an excited filly, she slid to a halt when she saw Twilight’s consternated expression. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting?”

“Just the latest in my long list of discoveries related to the Elements of Debauchery,” Twilight answered proudly. “But I’m getting used to that.”

“Make yourself at home,” Pinkie invited as she proceeded to devour an entire cake in a single gulp. No doubt it had been one of those she’d frosted herself. “What’s going on, Fluttershy?”

Relieved to have permission, Fluttershy’s elation returned. “You won’t believe what I found at the edge of the Everfree Forest.” She gestured down to her mane, not noticing how Twilight was readying an offensive spell at the mention of where her discovery had come from. “Come on out, little guy. It’s okay,” she cooed in that special, maternal way of hers.

The blue bug ball poked its face free of her mane, spread its wings, and fluttered out. It was followed by two more bug balls colored yellow and brown.

“Three?” Fluttershy questioned.

“Well those things are… cute,” Twilight said, hoping she was using the word correctly. ‘Bugs’ and ‘cute’ didn’t seem like they went together, but she wasn’t about to kink shame. “What are they?”

“You don’t know?” Fluttershy asked and Twilight shook her head. “Oh, that’s wonderful. I mean, not to be mean or anything. It’s not wonderful that you don’t know, but it is. Rrr.” She took a breath. “I meant that if you don’t know, and I don’t know, then I might have just discovered an entirely new species!”

Twilight’s pupils went wide. “That is wonderful! It means now I won’t be the only pony in town with academic accomplishments past high school.”

“Um, I already have a doctorate in exotic zoology,” Fluttershy whisper argued. “But whatever.”

“Do you need any assistance in your research? I’d be happy to take one off your hooves to do some experimenting.”

“I figured you would,” agreed Fluttershy. “It would be lovely if we could both put our names on a paper and get published.”

“Glad we understand one another. But first of all, we should probably sign an agreement.” Again Twilight summoned a quill and parchment. Except this time the parchment wasn’t blank, but covered in full legal text pertaining to an agreement to share findings in research. “Sorry to spring this on you. It’s just that I’ve been burned by lab partners in the past, and I’d hate to have you burned too.” She decided not to add the part about the bad smell and hospital bills, as she was certain it wouldn’t come to that with the yellow mare.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Fluttershy allowed, not reading too deeply into Twilight’s words. She read the document, found nothing suspicious, and signed her name.

After doing the same, Twilight added, “Now that that’s all settled, I think you should tell me everything you’ve learned so far.”

“Well, other than standard anatomical observations, I believe that the blue one may have been domesticated at some point.”

“Reason?”

“He ate my pussy of his own accord,” Fluttershy praised with a rump wiggle. “Not only was he really good, and I mean really good,” she panted, “but he actually had manners enough to swallow all of my juices when I was done.”

Twilight nodded her agreement with Fluttershy’s reasoning. “That kind of behavior doesn’t seem natural, so you’re right that it was probably trained. What about the other two?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I let the blue one make a nest in my mane, but then these other two appeared out of nowhere. I suppose the little guy could have been pregnant, but he… it doesn’t seem any different from before.”

“Fascinating,” Twilight marveled as she studied the yellow one. “These creatures are truly something to behold.”

“Something is right,” Pinkie added scornfully. “Something like a pain in the ass!”

Fluttershy gasped in horror. “How could you not like them? They’re so cute, and after the blue one gave me such a good orgasm, too.”

“Oh sure, that’s how it starts,” Pinkie ranted irately. “One good orgasm here, and then two, then four. Before you know it, everypony’s cumming nonstop every hour of the day. They have to practically be drowning in parasprites before they even realize there’s a problem!”

“Parasprites?” asked Twilight. “You know what they are?”

“Obviously,” Pinkie retorted with a roll of her eyes. She turned and readied to march out the front door. “And now I’ve got to find a trombone.” However, before she could take a single step out the front door, a magical aura gripped her tail and dragged her back inside.

“Pinkie,” Twilight said slowly and calmly. “You know what a parasprite is?”

Pinkie groaned. “I literally just said that. Yes.”

Fluttershy deflated. “So much for getting published.”

“Why are they a pain in the ass?” Twilight demanded. “And where does the trombone come in?”

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” complained Pinkie. “They’re a pain because they eat you out so much that it’s like you’re orgasming all the time.”

Twilight and Fluttershy shared a look. “And… how is that ba-oh!”

Twilight spun her head around to find that the yellow parasprite had lodged itself in her cooter. “Ooooh!” she moaned as the critter began its work.

“See. I told you they were good,” Fluttershy added, feeling vindicated.

“You weren’t kiddinnng.” Twilight shuddered. “That little mouth and *NNNGH* those feelers… I’m starting to see why the ursa and dragon liked shoving things up there.”

“Can I go now?” Pinkie asked, her tone dripping with aggravation and annoyance. “I’d repeat the part about drowning again, but you’re clearly not listening.”

Twilight released her magic and motioned for Pinkie to leave, too busy enjoying the parasprite’s tender ministrations to pay the pink one much mind.

***

At Carousel Boutique, Rarity was busy fitting Gilda into her bondage gear. Fashion horse was using her signature silk to bind the griffon’s wings to her side, as well as tie some special knots around her teats and buttocks to make them especially eye-catching.

“This is so lame,” Gilda whined. “Why do I have to do this, again?”

“Because, darling, Princess Molestia will be expecting a cock sleeve during her visit. I imagine it’s been ages since she’s had a griffon, so this will be a perfect treat.”

Gilda scowled, ruffling her feathers in a universal show of discomfort.

“Easy, big girl.” RD stroked a wing along the griffon’s neck, loving how her touch eased the big bird’s tension. The power to control another so completely never failed to arouse her. “I’ll be there the whole time.”

“Y-you will?”

“Of course. As if I’d miss the chance to watch my big birdy slut getting her just desserts from the princes of all ponies,” RD bragged. “Just think about it. Dozens of ponies gathered around Sugar Cube Corner, all striving for a peek at the princesses. They’ll see her chatting it up with Twilight and the rest of us; the hottest babes in the land just hanging out. But then, poking out from under the table, they’ll see something else.” She lowered her volume to a dramatic whisper. “Maybe a lion tale flipping around and leading to a big ol’ griffon butt as she gets her throat fucked raw by Molestia’s monster cock.”

Gilda shuddered as a tingle of anticipation shot up her spine.

“But personally, I’m hoping she puts that fine ass cunt of yours to work. That way all those ponies will be able to look at your face as your ass gets battered by the true size queen.” Gilda started to shiver, clearly overstimulated just imagining her impending fate. On cue, RD nuzzled under the griffon’s chin, once more exercising her dominance by calming her with only a touch.

“I’ll be standing right there, watching the whole time.” Strange as it was, RD’s words sounded solemn as she made her vow. Gilda knew that these were the sort of words that her beloved would hold true. “I’ll get off on you being used as a toy. That way, if things get too much, you can just tap out and I’ll sit down and block everypony’s view. You can rest your head on my awesome teats, or, if you’re up for it, show how glad you are that I’m giving you this awesome opportunity.”

Gilda was breathing heavily through her nose, eyes wide and staring transfixed at the speedster. RD was using her like property, a toy to be loaned out in exchange for favors. It was humiliating, unthinkable for any prideful griffon to submit to something for the amusement of ponies; and strangers to boot. And yet, as the image took shape in her mind, Gilda could not deny the heat building in her loins. Adding the fact that her beloved speedster would not only be getting off on her humiliation, but would be there to save her if things got too intense, well… It was a good thing she’d clamped her beak shut. No need to ruin the mood by subjecting the ponies to the war crime that was her singing.

“Nnngh,” moaned Rarity. Her horn was lit and a glow was coming from her backside. “Sorry, darling. You were just so… vivid,” she said breathily.

“Not to mention,” RD continued, “we get to keep this getup after Molestia’s done with you. So it’s best you let Rarity build it to last.”

“Wow, Rarity,” Twilight awed, stepping into the main room of the boutique. “That outfit looks gorgeous. I know Molestia will love it.”

Gilda looked away, pretending that no one saw her blush.

“Thank you, Twilight. Glad to know there are still those with good taste in this town.”

Then came a chittering.

“What’s that sound, Twi?” RD asked.

Twilight stepped forward and motioned to her mane. The yellow bug ball popped out, followed by a pink and another blue one.

RD snickered. “Sorry Twi, but I think you need better shampoo. Looks like you’ve got magic lice.”

“Is that a thing?” Gilda asked, struggling against her bindings to back away. “Cuz I just showered last night.”

“It is not a thing,” Twilight countered. “Besides, such a question distracts from the rather disturbing fact that there was only one of these when I left Sugar Cube Corner. Where’d the other two come from?”

“Lice breed like roaches, Twi,” RD explained, still snickering. “I’m telling ya. Get a better shampoo.”

“Would you stop with such coarse language,” chided Rarity. “These darling little things shouldn’t be compared to anything as vulgar as lice.” With her noble retort delivered, fashion horse remembered something rather important and faced Twilight. “What are they, exactly?”

“Well, Pinkie called them parasprites. Though I can’t say I’ve ever heard the name before, I never was much of an entomologist. Even though these things don’t have six legs or any other insectoid features. Hmm. That might make them tricky to look up.”

“Parasprite?”

“You know something, Gilda?”

The griffon clicked her beak due to being unable to scratch at her chin. “I’m sure I’ve heard them before. Maybe it was one of my dad’s stories or something.”

“Can you remember anything?” Twilight asked. “Even the tiniest details might help.”

Gilda clicked her beak again. “I remember it was something bad. Like a whole town got all jacked up. Then… they threw a parade immediately after? I’m not sure.”

Twilight nodded. “Pinkie said something about getting a trombone, so there may be a connection. Hmm. The details seem to line up – sparse as they are – but you don’t really remember and Pinkie wasn’t exactly forthcoming on much more. I think I’ll put a pin in this investigation until after the princesses visit.”

“Oh, goodness!” exclaimed Rarity as one of the buggers began going to town on her rear.

“Oh crap! They’re spreading!” Alarmed, Gilda attempted to make a break for the door, only to trip over herself and fall flat on her face. “Uh, help?”

RD laughed good-naturedly and went to help her friend.

“Goodness, darling,” Rarity groaned out. “Do you mind if I hold onto this one? He seems to know what he’s doing, and I’m always open to new toys.”

“By all means. He… it certainly seems to like you. I don’t see any harm. Oh, but before I forget, how are things coming with Lunaughty’s foal seat?”

“Sp-splendid,” Rarity stuttered. “The dear was such a – OH – dear that we finished up early. He’ll be by to get dressed tomorrow.”

Fully satisfied that all relevant preparations had been complete, Twilight nodded and took her two parasprites back to the treebrary. Her mind on her many tasks ahead, she didn’t even notice Pinkie stomping off in a huff.

***

“Hey, Twilight,” Spike greeted. “How’s everything?”

“Simply splendid, Spike,” she said as she took in the room. “I see you two finally managed to get some work done. Everything looks clean enough to eat off of.”

“Please don’t ask us to prove that,” groaned Trixie. “By the way, what’s that in your mane?”

“These tw-three? Uh, these three creatures are called parasprites. Fluttershy found them near the Everfree. They like giving mares oral and seem to multiply unusually quickly through as yet unknown means.”

“Multiply quickly through unknown means?” Trixie deadpanned. “Because that sounds safe to carry around in your mane.”

“Also, is it just on mares, or do they like dick, too?”

“Good question.” Twilight reached for the yellow one and let it perch on her hoof. She then extended it down to Spike’s belly. “Let’s see.”

The parasprite took a few sniffs of the air and quickly zeroed in on its target. It opened its mouth wide and latched onto the little drake’s sheath.

“Aah!”

“Oh no. Did it bite you?”

“Uh, no,” Spike replied, holding his hands near the creature. “It just startled me a little. It’s… ooh, pretty good actually.” He gave a toothy grin and hummed in his throat. “I think this is the deepest deep throat I’ve ever given.” He posed heroically, which was only slightly hampered by his flushed cheeks. “It’s like I’m almost poking through the other end.”

“You brag, but the thing’s barely a tenth of your size,” Trixie pointed out. “No one’s going to be impressed about you being bigger than a literal insect.”

“I just said they weren’t insects,” Twilight reminded. “Although their proclivity for giving oral to both sexes holds some potential, I think we should lock these specimens up for the night. Gilda and Pinkie implied that they might not necessarily be safe.”

“Not safe?” demanded Trixie. “You let Spike put his dick in something you know for a fact isn’t safe?”

“I don’t know for a fact,” corrected Twilight. “That’s why I had to test it. Besides, they’ve been very gentle with all the mares they’ve eaten out so far.” Then, as Spike was ejaculating into the creature, proving it to be safe, Twilight remembered something important. She turned bodily to face Trixie. “Speaking of which, I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of these things before?”

Trixie smiled, appreciative that her opinion was being considered. “In Trixie’s travels, she has heard the name come up a few times. If Trixie recalls, it was in the context of something that happened long ago, well before any current generations. Trixie got the impression that these were undesirable things, like pests or other vermin, but never bothered to press for details.”

Twilight nodded. “That lines up with what I’ve heard so far. The consensus is that they’re somehow bad, but I still can’t figure out how. I mean, look at them.” She motioned to the three fluttering buggers. “They look like they could be thrown out by a stiff breeze. But I suppose it would be prudent to lock them up for the night.” With that, she summoned a cage around the parasprites. The space between the bars was thin enough that it was impossible for them to squeeze through, but there was still enough room for them to fly freely. Not knowing what they ate, she simply added a water bottle to the side and hoped they wouldn’t starve before morning.

Finally, content that all was well, Twilight climbed into bed. She wrapped her forelegs around Trixie, hot-dogging the mare’s scrawny butt in thanks for her contribution to her research. Spike didn’t mind. He was looking forward to a more peaceful rest at the foot of the bed. Even Trixie offered no protest as she settled into position, the throbbing piece of mare meat wedging itself between her cheeks.

Author's Note

While initially reluctant, I was glad that the creative juices started flowing once I reimagined the nature of the little buggers to fit this new world. It’s a lot of fun taking these alternate characters through the same scenes of the episode, but that’s probably the core appeal of a lot of fanfiction. It’s also tricky trying to rework these characters to be more self-aware in some ways, but less so in others. Red flags are raised early as Pinkie tries explaining things more elaborately than in the show, but a more thick headed Twilight refuses to listen on the grounds that these warnings are coming from Pinkie. Let’s see how this comes back to bite them the next time.

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