"So we just cast this, and we can enter any book?" Moon Dancer looked skeptical. The spell was simple, and yet Twilight had claimed that she could only manage it for a few minutes. "Does it have to be a book? What about scrolls? Manuscripts? Stone tablets?" Her eyes flickered to her collection.

Moon Dancer wasn't just an avid student of life and magic, she was also a closet, amateur writer.

Closet because her stories tended to be one-track.

Amateur because the track in question wasn't publishable.

Without a doubt, Moon Dancer wrote smut. Glorious smut. Very specific smut.

"Well, it should work on anything that has enough words to support the spell-matrix. Here, let me show you." Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, cast the spell she'd made to embody the very ideas of Hayscartes' methods. Instead of just herself, though, she wrapped Moon Dancer in the primary matrix, extrapolated the secondary field and impressed it upon the open book before them.

The book Twilight Sparkle had targeted was plain, simple, and dry. It was a dictionary. Both mares appeared in a meadow. The sun was bright above them and there seemed to be field upon field of lush grass. Every blade of grass, however, was a word.

"This is amazing! You've improved this?" Moon Dancer asked. She bent down and focused on a single leaf.

pumpkin: noun

1. A large roundish orange-yellow fruit with a thick rind, the flesh of which can be used in sweet or savory dishes.

2. The plant of the gourd family which produces pumpkins, having tendrils and large lobed leaves and native to warm regions of Maretonia

"Sweet Celestia!" Moon Dancer said.

Twilight giggled at the way Moon Dancer dove upon another blade of grass. "I spent three days in an encyclopedia set. Casting this over and over and over again." Twilight tilted her head to the side. "Uh, Moon Dancer? Moon Dancer?!"

The shout broke Moon Dancer from her focus. Every part of her body twitched in excitement. Reading a blade of grass didn't just let her read the blade, she knew what information it held. She experienced it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. But you're going to need a lot of practice to have it last long enough to be useful. I just can't work out why it doesn't last longer." Twilight had to constantly fight the urge to lay down in the grass and start reading, but being a princess meant she had developed the means to say no to immediate pleasures for the sake of a longer-term one (she had a more comprehensive dictionary at her castle, anyway).

With a problem before her, Moon Dancer kept her mind away from the wonderful grass around her. "A power leak?"

"I've come just short of using the Element of Magic to power it. It's not a power problem. I think it has to do with the complexity of the secondary matrix," Twilight said.

"The bigger the book the easier— No, you said you did this on an encyclopedia. Wait." Moon Dancer had an idea. A delicious idea. I lewd idea. Some would even say, a smutty idea. "I have some shorter things that might work. Only a few pages long."

In answer, Twilight Sparkle ended her spell early. "Do you have them here? I think you might be onto something! The length of the text necessarily increases the complexity of the secondary matrix, and it does so exponentially. If we could use a short piece of writing, we could stay in one story for days at a time!"

Moon Dancer wobbled on her hooves a little, but there was something boiling inside, desire. She didn't have feelings toward other ponies—not like she was sure they had—but she had feelings, she had desires, and she had smutty stories she wrote all her dreams into. "I-I have to warn you, this is a little risque."

Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. "Moon Dancer, I'm not a little filly. I have control of the spell, anyway, and can undo it at a moment's notice. We will be perfectly fine. And if,"—Twilight bit her lip, she had certain things that got her motor running—"it is a little racy, so what? We pop out the story if the spell fails, or we get to the end."

Her selection was critical. Moon Dancer had so many choices to make, but the biggest factors were: she might not be able to do this ever again and Twilight Sparkle might abort the spell if it got too crazy. She reached out with her magic and riffled through her special stack. "Th-This one!"

"Moon Dancer, relax. What's the worst that could—" Twilight Sparkle cast the spell.

Three pages of tightly written prose fluttered and drifted to the floor. The title was a little larger than the rest of the writing.

Mistress' New Bedfilly

by Darkest Moon

"...mfmfm!" Twilight Sparkle said (or rather, didn't).

"Good girl. All the way in," Mistress said.

Twilight had no idea how she knew the mare's name was Mistress, but it just came to mind—kind of like the stallion-dong dildo just came to her mouth, but not. She turned her head just in time to see the sable mare named Mistress lift a bridle over her face.

The straps tightened down around Twilight's cheeks and jaw, she could feel a patch pressed against her mouth and nose. It let her breathe, and held her mouth closed around the hefty shape inside it. She turned her head to pull free, but Mistress was an earth pony with more strength than Twilight. A moment later the bridle was locked in place with three distinct clicks.

"You're a little willful, good. I like breaking the willful fillies." Mistress walked out of Twilight's line of sight for a moment.

A decision needed making, Twilight realized. She could easily use her magic to break the spell and drop them from Moon Dancer's racy "clopfic", or she could just relax and have some fun. She could always dispel it later if things got too intense.

The princess of friendship took a deep breath (through her nose, of course) and let it out slowly. She didn't dismiss the spell.

"This won't do at all. Look at you both, you need training, discipline, and a firm hoof to teach you how a bedfilly should act toward her mistress. Lift your tails and let me inspect you."

Twilight's mind raced. She thought of all the things that the mare might be going to do with talk of training and discipline, she liked most of them. Apparently, however, she was lost in thought. Twilight's tail was pulled sharply. Her eyes flew open and she cried out into the gag, but Mistress wasn't trying to tear her tail-skirt from her dock—something was wrapping around the base of her tail again and again.

Turning her head, Twilight just had enough time to see Mistress running a leash from the wrap around Twilight's dock and clip it to the back of her bridle. Her tail was now high in the air. A shudder ran through Twilight as she realized how exposed she was—exposed to Mistress.

As embarrassment boiled through her, Twilight managed to keep an eye on what Mistress was doing.

"I want you to prance, filly. Circle my bed and lift your hooves high as you do." Mistress held a whip in her hoof, and looked like she knew how to use it.

A shudder of submissive excitement ran through Twilight. Days of old, when ponies had been a newer race, told of less civilized times. Mares would bridle their stallions and train them to perform. She wasn't a stallion, but Twilight had a feeling Mistress would take care to train her. Lifting her hooves, Twilight Sparkle began to prance.

"Well, well, well. There might be hope for you yet. A little higher, I want to see your plot tremble with each step."

Twilight thought she was doing exactly what Mistress wanted, but she learned quickly that it wasn't enough—and she learned Mistress had wonderful aim with that whip. A crack sounded, and Twilight felt a line of fire start at one cheek and lance across her vulva, only where it met her sensitive lips, the fire of pain turned to the flare of pleasure.

Moaning into her gag, Twilight Sparkle felt a part of her mind surrender. The lust that now burned in her body was too great, too wonderful . She turned her head and looked at Mistress.

"Another lap of the bed, filly. Get those hooves up as high as you can, and you better believe I can make you feel better than you do now."

"Yes, Mistress." Twilight would have said the words if she could. Shifting her hips, she lifted diagonally opposite hooves and began to prance again. Each step lifted both opposite hooves high in the air. She focused all her attention on getting them as high as she could, all so she could please Mistress.

Twilight Sparkle didn't even notice she'd finished her circle of the bed.

"Stop, my filly." Mistress coiled the whip up and approached her property again. Running a hoof under the filly's tail, she stroked the sopping vulva. "A little needy, aren't we?"

Nodding her head, Twilight realized she would agree to anything the mare said if it got her more attention. There was something about the whip, she was sure, that turned her on so much. It had to be the whip, she reasoned, because the situation couldn't make her lust for Mistress' touch so much. It just couldn't.

Mistress stroked her needy filly, bringing her pleasure higher and higher. "You know the best thing about being my filly?" Mistress waited for her filly to shake her head. "It's that I own you, own everything you are, everything you do, and everything you feel. I own what you want, I own what you say. You're mine now, filly, forever."

Twilight Sparkle climaxed. The words felt good—even better considering they came from her owner's mouth. She bucked her hips and shifted around in place, but Mistress kept a hoof under her tail, kept her knowing who was giving her pleasure.

Surrender was easy. That this was just a story and not real meant Twilight didn't have to be a princess, and she didn't have to be an element bearer. Twilight Sparkle was nothing more than Mistress' filly.

The End

Twilight's legs folded as she collapsed onto the floor. She stared ahead blindly, her mind warring with the imprint the book had left on her.

Pressed to Twilight's side, her head bowed, Moon Dancer wasn't in any better condition than Twilight. They both lay there, neither able to track time.

The world passed by, doing normal things, while Twilight Sparkle and Moon Dancer came back to themselves. They reached out instinctively to each other and hugged tight. Neither could explain why they needed to touch another pony, but the contact let them return to being themselves, and not just Mistress' filly.

"You wrote that?" Twilight asked.

"Y-Yeah. I didn't think it would be that intense. H-How long was that?"

"I don't know. Who was Mistress?" Twilight pressed herself a little tighter to Moon, though it was simple contact she craved, not a continuation of the story.

Moon Dancer didn't balk at the contact. Normally she would disdain touching another pony, but she needed contact after what had happened. "Just made her up. You know how you do, just another anonymous pony in a story. Wow she was intense. Can you get your tail to go down?"

Twilight Sparkle giggled. "Nope."

"Me neither. I guess it might be a left over reaction. I'm sure we'll be able to get over that." Moon Dancer could feel the strike of that magic whip, still, and figured she just needed a little more time. It took her a moment to remember how to use her horn, but when she did she floated a blanket close and covered them both with it. "I need to just rest a bit."

"Yeah. Pretty sure I can't even stand up. Mind if I just rest,"—Twilight Sparkle yawned—"my head… here?"

"So what you're saying is, we form a club?" Lyra Heartstrings asked. She looked around at their little clique of friends: Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lemon Hearts, and of course Twilight Sparkle and Moon Dancer.

"What's this club about?" Twinkleshine didn't care what the others thought, if the princess of friendship was starting a book club, she was in. She still wanted to know the details.

"We're all unicorns. We all have magic. We can all cast the Improved Hayscartes' Method spell Moon Dancer and I worked on. The problem is we need short stories to fully explore it." Twilight could see Lyra and Twinkleshine were basically bouncing in their seats. Minuette and Lemon Hearts were the two she wasn't sure of.

"It's not that I don't trust you making a new spell, but the way you asked us here,"—Lemon Hearts gestured to the restricted section of the library around them, the part only a princess could allow access to—"in particular, worries and… intrigues me."

"None of us are idiots. We all passed Princess Celestia's school. I know all of you can write fiction." Moon Dancer cleared her throat and braced herself. She lifted a hoof to her chest. "Darkest Moon."

Moon Dancer had sold a few of her stories, mostly as loose-leaf pages. She could see recognition on each of her friends' faces. "You all read my stuff?" Four heads nodded. "Oh heck."

"It's really good," Lyra said.

Three other heads reluctantly nodded to Lyra's assessment.

"How would you like," Twilight Sparkle said, "to be Mistress' filly?"

Four sets of eyes locked on Twilight. "To feel her shove the toy in your mouth, fit your bridle, and then the sting of her whip that drives you wild with need, but you have to prance for Mistress."

Lyra Heartstrings fell over.

Twilight Sparkle continued, "We're not all into that exact thing, but I think we all appreciated it. Why not write more, our own stuff. We share it, we share the spell, and—"

"Let a changeling queen make me a good little egg-breeder," Minuette said.

"Get stuck on a diamond dog's knot while he pets me with his hand," Lyra Heartstrings said.

"Take control of a griffon and bend them to my will," Lemon Hearts said.

"Feel Nightmare Moon transform me into a bat pony," Twinkleshine said.

All four mares spoke at the same time, and everypony in the room caught a different and very naughty thing from the others' words. Six ponies blushed, and each nodded to the other.

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