The Dark Apprentice

“In that case,” Twilight said, her voice falling. “We should spend some time together. Just you and me.”

Pinkie Pie flashed Twilight one of her flawlessly innocent grins from where she still stood behind the counter. “Sure thing, Twi! Are you sure you don’t wanna invite some of the others? We could get Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and then we’d have enough players for team monopoly twister cluepalooza!”

Twilight stared at Pinkie Pie, uncomprehending.

“—The game of random physical strain, economic domination, and teeth-jittering suspense? Palooza?”

Twilight shook her head to clear her thoughts. Stick to the plan.

“Actually,” she said, sashaying over to the counter and leaning against it with her forelegs, stretching her body out behind her. “I was hoping to spend some time with you... alone.” The word practically dripped out of her mouth.

Pinkie Pie bobbed her head. “Oh,” she said. “You wanna screw. C’mon upstairs, Twi.” She winked.

“What.”

“Yeah, you know, the horizontal tango. You do wanna dance, don'tcha Twilight?”

“No!” Twilight spluttered, righting herself to stand in front of the counter. “I mean, yes! But, not... I mean, you weren’t supposed to say that!”

Pinkie Pie cocked her head and blinked. “What was I supposed to say?”

Twilight frowned. “I don’t know. More obliviousness? Childlike innocence? I was going to seduce you.”

“Oh,” Pinkie Pie said. Her face split into a grin as she threw a hoof-full of confetti into the air. “Success! You seduced me! Congratulations!”

Twilight sighed. “This feels so easy, though. I had the whole thing planned out. I had a two-hundred and thirty-three segment flowchart accounting for all seduction dialogue options. I practiced for hours!”

Pinkie Pie walked around the counter and put a reassuring hoof around Twilight’s neck. “We could pretend, if you like.”

Twilight sighed again. “No, it’s all right. I should have predicted that you would be... well, unpredictable. Classic Pinkius Piecius.”

“Twilight, we made out on my bedroom floor on like, Tuesday.”

“Okay,” Twilight said, “so maybe this was predictable. About as predictable as you get, actually. The thing is...”

Pinkie Pie leaned forward. “Uh-huh.”

“I don’t know. I guess I was just hoping for some kind of dramatic buildup of tension before we finally both surrender to our raging desire for one another and have a torrid bout of sapphic lovemaking. I mean, that’s how things play out in romance novels.”

“Oh,” Pinkie Pie said. Then she giggled. “Maybe you should have tried Rarity!”

Twilight snorted, then started wondering if Pinkie Pie had been serious or not. “I’m sorry, Pinkie Pie,” she said at last. “I don’t mean to say you’re not what I want. I just spent a really, really long time on the chart.”

Pinkie Pie brought a hoof to her chin. “Hmm. What did the chart say to do if I made you catch me before our torrid bout of... sapphire lovemaking?”

“Huh? It didn’t really...” Twilight looked up at Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie looked back at Twilight, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Twilight narrowed her eyes.

Pinkie reached out and tapped Twilight on the nose. “Boop! You’re it!”

“You aren’t seriously—”

“No magic!” Pinkie Pie called back as she cartwheeled over the counter and sprang off a tabletop into the kitchen.

Twilight stayed where she was, listening to the clatter of metal and porcelain as Pinkie Pie moved through her kitchen and into the other parts of the store. This was not what she’d had in mind for the afternoon. “That’s not fair! You’re Pinkie Pie!”

“Pfft,” Pinkie Pie said from someplace above her. Twilight turned to see her sitting atop the stairway banister. “What’s that even mean, Twi?”

“How did you—”

“I’m Pinkie Pie?”

“Then how am I supposed to catch you?”

Pinkie Pie slid down the bannister and landed not five feet from where Twilight stood. “Not by standing still, silly! You’ve gotta chase me!”

“Fine then,” Twilight said.

Then she pounced, pushing off with all four legs to carry her towards Pinkie Pie. Pinkie jumped out of the way with her uncanny agility and scurried up the stairway, and Twilight, who’d underestimated her newfound strength yet again, flew past where Pinkie Pie had been and smashed into a wall.

Literally, smashed. Wood splintered against her side as picture frames bounced off her head. She winced.

“I’m okay!” she said immediately.

Pinkie Pie stood halfway up the stairs, open mouthed. “Are you... sure?”

“Yep!” Twilight looked back to examine the pony-sized dent in the wall. “I can fix that,” she said. She’d had practice in the last couple of days.

“Okay!” Pinkie Pie said, now from the top of the stairway. “You can break whatever you can fix. But you still have to catch me!”

You can break whatever you can fix.

Twilight flew over the stairs, taking them four at a time, her hooves barely touching the floor. She skidded to a halt on the landing, bumped into the wall, then oriented herself to in time to see Pinkie Pie hop over the bannister to land on the counter below.

Twilight followed suit, clearing the bannister and landing on the countertop, which she continued to move through, shattering the wooden surface as well as three glass displays underneath before landing on the floor. The experience made her feel both heavy and invincible.

“Twilight?” Pinkie Pie asked from the kitchen door, an edge of worry to her voice.

“Don’t worry about me, Pinkie Pie,” Twilight said, intentionally charging her voice with cheer as she broke free of the remaining countertop as though it was made of toilet paper. “But really, do you want to stop?”

Pinkie Pie shrugged. “It’s fine as long as you’re okay.” Then she gave Twilight a suspicious look. “You never told me you could do that.”

“It’s nice to see you confused for a change,” Twilight said with a smirk. “Now get over here.”

Pinkie Pie retreated into the kitchen, and Twilight followed. Pinkie did a forward handspring over the island counter, and Twilight scrambled over it with all the grace of a rockslide. Pinkie ducked into the storeroom and closed the door, and Twilight unceremoniously burst through it.

“This is kind of fun,” she said, shaking the splinters off her back.

“You’ve never played tag?” Pinkie asked as she climbed out a window to scramble up the side of the house.

Twilight looked up, briefly pondering whether or not she could break through the floor without hurting herself, but decided against it. There was only so much she could smash her head into. She headed back for the stairs.

“You know,” Pinkie Pie said from where she sat on the sill of the hallway window. “You’re fast, but not fast enough!” She giggled and swung herself onto the floor.

Twilight grinned and watched her friend pant from exertion. She wasn’t sure exactly what about the rise and fall of Pinkie Pie’s chest or the heavy sound of her breaths she found so captivating; but suddenly she found herself reminded of just why she was there. It was a strong motivation.

Pinkie seemed to notice her staring and winked. “You gonna catch me, Twi?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And then?”

“Then,” Twilight said, “we are going to have really good sex.” She took off down the hallway at a run.

Pinkie Pie grabbed the edges of the window sill with her forelegs and pushed herself up and out, hooves over head, to flip back around the outside of the house and into the storeroom.

Twilight didn’t slow down, barreling out of the window with one foreleg on the sill and punching the other one into the siding lining the outside of Sugar Cube Corner. She slid down the side of the building, caught the ground floor window with her hind legs, then considered trying to flip herself head first into the storeroom. It was probably a bad idea.

Instead she slid down the rest of the way and crouched inside the window. Pinkie Pie was only five feet away, leaning casually against some sacks of flour.

Twilight didn’t hesitate, planting her hooves against the wall and springing across the room. She struck true, knocking Pinkie Pie back and into the bags of flour, where they landed in a dense white cloud.

Twilight breathed in a mouthful of flour and coughed. “Did I get you?”

From under her, Pinkie Pie gave an, “Mhmm.”

With a flash from her horn, Twilight waved the flour away to look down at her friend. Pinkie was coated in a thin layer of white dust, which led Twilight to assume that she was too.

Pinkie Pie blinked twice and then began to laugh, her belly jiggling against Twilight’s. It wasn’t long before Twilight started giggling along with her.

Then, mid laughter, Pinkie Pie wrapped her forelegs around Twilight’s neck and kissed her, a breathless, hard kiss, before pulling away. “Ghost sex!” she said with a grin.

Twilight’s breath caught, and then she found herself grinning. “You,” she said, “are absolutely ridiculous.”

She leaned in to kiss Pinkie Pie and Luna’s lessons flowed to the forefront of her mind. She knew two ways to steal another pony’s breath, four ways to increase their heart rate, another four ways to suggest they move on to other things, and three kisses that were just for fun.

She pushed herself forward to level with Pinkie Pie and brought her into an open-mouthed kiss that made her stomach muscles clench in a sudden wave of anticipation. Pinkie Pie let out a soft murmur of approval and pulled Twilight closer, causing their hair to mesh together. Twilight had once read that the nerve endings under hair were some of the most sensitive in the body. It wasn’t until now that she was starting to appreciate the fact.

Twilight inhaled the scent of flour and sweat through their kiss, then pulled away and paused. “You’re sure this is okay, right?”

Pinkie Pie cocked her head. “Uhuh.”

“I mean,” Twilight said. “We’re just friends. This doesn’t make us like, girlfriends, or something.”

“Nuh-uh!” Pinkie said, “this is just sex.”

“Right,” Twilight said. “I just... I don’t want our friendship to change, Pinkie Pie. I like things the way they are.”

A drunken laugh escaped Pinkie Pie’s lips. “Oh, Twilight...” she said as she pulled Twilight into another kiss.

This time Twilight pulled out the big guns, pressing her tongue into the other mare’s mouth in a thick, wet kiss that spoke physical need. Pinkie returned her fervor, letting out a light little moan. Twilight felt herself relaxing, satisfied with Pinkie Pie’s reaction. Her kisses hadn’t been able to do that a few days ago.

Suddenly one of Pinkie’s forelegs had left Twilight’s neck and was tracing a path between their bellies, sliding across her naval to stroke her sex.

“Mmmm...” Twilight heard herself groan into Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie Pie traced another slow lap, harder this time. “Oh, oh Pinkie Pie...” Twilight froze as her stomach dropped out of her chest. “Oh.”

Pinkie Pie stopped immediately. “What’s the matter?”

Twilight gave her a look that was a mixture of embarrassment and horror. “I have no idea what I’m doing. Kissing is as far as my experience goes.”

Pinkie Pie’s eyes widened. “You mean you still haven’t...”

“Oh no,” Twilight said, “I have. Multiple times now. It’s just that I’ve always been... the recipient. I’ve never really done anything to... well, anypony. Except kissing. I know how to do that.”

Pinkie Pie let out another intoxicated laugh. “Yeah. Anyway, you’re in for a treat!”

Twilight furrowed her brow. “I am?”

“Yep! Giving is fun, Twilight.”

“But I don’t know how.”

Pinkie shrugged. “We’re both mares. You’ll figure it out.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And I can help you.”

Twilight looked down at the mare. On a whim, she flicked the flour off their bodies with a spell to get a better look at her partner. Pinkie Pie was on her back with her forelegs held in front of her, the tiniest sheen of sweat dampening her coat. Her belly rose and fell with her excited breaths.

“You’re incredible,” Twilight said. “I just want to—”

“Eat me up with a spoon?”

Twilight leaned forward and gave Pinkie Pie a kiss that was light but lingering before breaking away. Slowly, with a tiny amount of blush in her cheeks, she pushed herself back across the floor, never breaking eye contact, until she came to stop with her head just over Pinkie Pie’s naval.

Pinkie’s marehood was glistening, a pair of swollen lips that Twilight found both intoxicatingly arousing and a little bit intimidating. She reached out with a hoof, her blood pounding in her ears, biting her lower lip.

The first touch was anything but sexual. Twilight ran her hoof across the familiar organ, slowly so as to get a sense of each of its individual parts. She listed them off in her head as she did so, a comforting retreat into purely academic biology. The scent of Pinkie’s sex was overpowering, and began to dominate Twilight’s senses.

Pinkie Pie shivered under Twilight’s initial touch. It was a small thing, but it was mesmerising. Twilight knew from experience that the first touch was always so much different, so gratifying. Like settling into a hot tub, or breaking the surface of the water and taking your first breath. And now Twilight was giving it to somepony else.

Twilight stroked Pinkie’s marehood again, and Pinkie Pie shuddered and clasped Twilight’s foreleg with both of her own. Twilight moved her hoof slowly, softly, tracing its edge along Pinkie Pie erogenous zones, more enraptured by the way the mare reacted than by the idea of giving her pleasure.

Pinkie stretched and moaned as Twilight’s hoof-work grew more intense, and Twilight felt her own arousal burning its way through her nethers. She realized she was leaning in, breathing through her nostrils to experience even more of Pinkie Pie’s musk. She paused when her muzzle was barely an inch away from Pinkie’s marehood, and her eyes darted toward the other mare.

Pinkie Pie flashed her an encouraging smile. What the hay, Twilight thought, you like your own taste well enough, and that’s freaky.

Again as slow as Twilight could manage it, she stretched out her tongue, tasting Pinkie Pie on the air. She touched it ever so lightly to Pinkie Pie’s flesh and ran it up the length of her sex. She felt Pinkie’s hooves burying themselves in her mane and tried to remember how Luna had done it.

Luna had always been hard and fast, methodical, but Twilight didn’t feel like that was something Pinkie Pie would appreciate. Or maybe she would—this was Pinkie Pie, after all. Hard and fast wasn’t how Twilight wanted to do things, though. No, she would savour this.

She ran her tongue over Pinkie’s love again, pressing harder this time. She gave the cute little nub a flick, and was delighted by the way Pinkie spasmed and cried out. No, Twilight would not be quick about this, and she’d taken no formal lessons with the Princess. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t learned anything from their sessions. The technique was sound, but the method would be adapted.

Luna never poked and prodded with her tongue for long, but Twilight lingered, enjoying every tiny gasp and shudder. It was incredible how easy Pinkie Pie was being pleased, all from what Twilight considered to be a rather sloppy adaptation of oral foreplay.

Sloppy. Maybe Pinkie liked sloppy.

Twilight buried her muzzle in Pinkie’s marehood, feeling warm flesh against her nose. She lapped eagerly, and the hooves clutching her mane tightened as Pinkie Pie let out the low, relieved moan that Twilight was so familiar with. It wasn’t enough to go through the motions. She’d make love to Pinkie Pie with her mouth.

“Twilight!” Pinkie Pie cried.

“What?” Twilight said, lifting her muzzle to look at Pinkie Pie over her belly. “Was I doing something wrong?” A terrifying thought occurred struck her and she said, “Oh no! Did I hurt you with my super strength?”

Pinkie Pie’s gave her a look of utter confusion. “I was just calling your name, Twi...”

“Oh,” Twilight said. “As in, ‘Twilight I’m enjoying myself.’ Standard sex practice. Right.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Twilight said, flashing Pinkie Pie a small smile that glistened with the mare’s own arousal. “It’s just, nopony’s ever said that to me before. Thanks, Pinkie.”

“No problem,” Pinkie Pie said. “That’s what friends are for!”

Twilight’s smile became a grin. “That,” she said, “and this.” Her muzzle descended again.

Objectively, Pinkie Pie didn’t taste good. But something about her made Twilight crazy. She made a mental note to look into chemical compositions later, then made a second mental note to turn off her brain and eat out one of her best friends.

Pinkie’s Pie’s breathing started coming in ragged gasps, and Twilight’s name filled the air around them alongside the smell of sweat and sex. Twilight pushed back the hood over Pinkie’s clitoris and lightly sucked it into her mouth.

Pinkie Pie went wild, digging her hooves into the back of Twilight’s head and screaming her name. Sweat rolled down the inside of her thighs, and Twilight felt her own excitement building. There was no mistaking the rising pitch of Pinkie Pie’s voice. Twilight was about to deliver her first orgasm.

“Twili-hi-hilight!” Pinkie’s voice zig-zagged over her name before breaking away into unintelligible gasps and moans. Twilight felt her tongue running through a new wave of hot, slick juices as Pinkie quivered, but didn’t let up. She rode Pinkie’s orgasm with her, until, with a strenuous but satisfied gasp, Pinkie Pie went limp.

Once again Twilight lifted her muzzle to gaze at Pinkie Pie across the mare’s belly. Pinkie gave her a lazy smile.

“Good...” she said. “Good first time, Twi.”

“That was incredible!” Twilight said. “The feeling of you, climaxing... I’ve never been more aroused in my life! You... I...” Twilight watched as Pinkie’s smile curled into a fantastic rendition of the come hither grin.

Twilight practically threw herself on the mare, pressing their mouths together in a desperately hungry kiss, one filled with tongues, spit, and Pinkie’s own arousal. “I want you so badly right now, Pinkie Pie,” she breathed into the other mare’s mouth.

Pinkie Pie giggled. “Do you want it right now or do we have time to go up to my room?”

Twilight had learned control. Twilight had learned to think when every fibre of her being wanted her to feel. With a thought, Twilight sent the both of them hurtling through space to come out three inches above Pinkie Pie’s bed upstairs, which they landed on with a pomf.

“We’ve got time.”

“Woah,” Pinkie Pie said. She wriggled out from beneath Twilight and jumped off the bed to rummage in her closet. “You know Twi, there are certain spells...”

“I know,” Twilight said. “But the ones I know how to cast I haven’t tested yet. Sorry, Pinkie, but safety first.”

“It’s alright,” Pinkie Pie said, poking her head into the closet. “I’ve got supplements!” Her head reappeared, and in her mouth was...

“Toys?” Twilight asked, eying the floppy latex cylinder. “Really, Pinkie, we don’t have to...”

“Pfft,” Pinkie said around the dildo. “I want to do something you haven’t tried, and I figured you wouldn’t have tried this yet. I want to do something to you that nopony’s ever done before.”

Yes, yes, a million redundant yeses, when you put it like that.

Twilight gave a tiny smile. “Okay.”

Pinkie Pie flopped onto the bed. “Just relax,” she said, pressing a hoof to Twilight’s chest and pushing her back onto the bed. She giggled. “And don’t forget to smile.”

Twilight felt Pinkie’s hooves run along her thighs, pushing them, spreading them to leave her exposed. Despite the fact that Pinkie had just told her to lie down, she hazarded a glance.

She watched Pinkie Pie lean down to plant a sensuous, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her marehood, and her breath hitched as Pinkie’s tongue swivelled over its surface. That was new. A moment later Pinkie Pie broke away and popped the end of her toy into her mouth.

“Hey, uh, Pinkie?”

Pinkie Pie raised her eyebrows, making it a question.

“Just go slow, at first, Okay?”

The toy fell from Pinkie’s mouth. “Twilight, have you not...”

“What? Oh. That. Don’t worry about that.”

Pinkie’s eyebrows went up even further.

Twilight shrugged. “Tricycle,” she said simply.

Now Pinkie’s brow furrowed. “Really?”

Twilight sighed and threw her head back onto the pillow. “Just put that thing inside me, please!”

“Oh. Right.” She picked her toy back up and leaned in to get to work.

It felt almost cold against Twilight’s flesh the first time it made contact. Not that it was unwelcome—just a little startling. Pinkie Pie, true to Twilight’s instruction, was slow. Agonizingly, tantalizingly slow. It pressed its way inside her, and Twilight felt her lips parting, first a little, then a lot, until she worried, despite all her knowledge of the biological side of things, if it would fit.

It did. It fit beautifully, tight enough to press on her from every angle and make her eyes roll. She took more and more of it, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the strain and hearing herself moan involuntarily. It filled her, thrilled her, until at last she gasped, “Stop!”

Pinkie Pie stopped.

“There,” Twilight panted. “That’s... good. Right there. Holy hoof, Pinkie Pie!”

“Mmm!” Pinkie Pie said in assent.

What was it that Pinkie Pie called it?

A whole new kind of fun.

Pinkie Pie drew her delectable little toy out, and the feeling of it, slick against Twilight’s inner walls, was intoxicating. Twilight rolled her head against the pillow and groaned as Pinkie Pie pushed it back in, bringing her to that blissful state of fullness.

Luna had taught Twilight restraint, always. Twilight had exercised it—through their hours-long lessons, through her rewards, and through everything she’d done with Pinkie Pie so far. But now she got to unwind. Pinkie Pie worked her sex toy into and out of Twilight with enthusiasm, and Twilight felt herself relaxing, letting events take their course...

Twilight’s hoof found Pinkie’s neck, traced the curve of it up to the back of her head and buried itself in her wiry mess of a mane. “Deeper,” Twilight gasped, “faster.”

Pinkie squeezed her thighs in reply, then obliged, causing Twilight’s moans to increase in pitch. I sound like I’m about to come, she thought, and she realized that she was. It had only taken minutes.

“Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie-I’m-going-to-come!” It felt good, really good to scream it out loud.

Her last bit of self-control broke and fell away like a pane of shattering glass, and Twilight let her orgasm run its course. Her voice broke out into fevered moans, her hips spasmed wildly, and her forelegs clutched at the sheets as her back arched off of the bed. It didn’t last very long, but it was the most intense she’d ever had. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins as her lungs labored to keep up with her ecstatic cries.

At last she collapsed back onto the bed and took in what felt like the first breath she’d breathed in minutes. She felt Pinkie Pie still gripping the toy inside her to pull it free...

“Leave it in,” Twilight commanded.

Pinkie Pie obeyed, rising to drape herself across Twilight and nuzzle her in the neck.

“That was amazing,” Twilight said. “I mean, just... wow.”

Pinkie Pie crept up and began to nibble on one of Twilight’s ears. “Mhmm.”

“So, Applejack said that earth ponies had, well, extreme uh, stamina.”

Pinkie bit down on the rim of Twilight’s ear, and Twilight gasped. “Mhmm.”

“And I thought, you said you had supplements, earlier, so, if you have a... collection and you didn’t mind staying in a little longer....”

In the space of a moment, Pinkie had rolled off of Twilight and back toward her closet. “Sure thing, Twi!” she said. “I’ve got all day!” She rummaged around awhile before heaving out a large, rolled up black stretch of cloth. Twilight eyed it with wonderment while Pinkie Pie set it on the ground, undid a strap tying it together with her mouth, then gave it a push.

It rolled out across her bedroom floor, from her closet to the far wall, revealing what Twilight immediately chastised herself for calling it a collection.

No. This was an armory.