I stood there and stared at the nighttime forest around me... What else could I do? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Literally. I couldn't do a single thing, not since that dratted cockatrice had turned me to stone. Everything in front of me – the only direction I could look, since I couldn't even move my eyes – was tinged in a greyish cast ... the skein of stone over my eyes, no doubt. But I could still see, I could still hear, and I could still feel the cool night air breezing against me.
How long would I be stuck like this? If nopony found me, I could end up like this ... indefinitely. The old legend of Discord occurred to me. Princess Celestia said he'd been turned to stone for at least a thousand years now. Could I end up frozen like this for that long? But I'd just met such good friends! It would be terrible to lose them like this. If... If... Well, in the worst case scenario, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna might be the only living ponies I knew when I was finally found. To go through all that time, still able to feel, still able to think... I wondered what it would feel like to be gradually covered with forest debris and soil. I wondered if I would still remember Celestia and Luna after a thousand or more years of this.
But no. No need to panic. I wished I could pace off some of this nervous energy, but of course I couldn't. It was maddening.
But I did have a very good chance of being rescued. I was on one of the most well-used paths between Ponyville and Zecora's hut. And Spike knew I was headed there for her rare teas. When I didn't come back, he'd tell my friends where I'd gone, and they wouldn't stop searching until they found me. And I was sure that Zecora would help them if they asked.
Only ... what if the cockatrice got them, too? What if it got Zecora? Had it already gotten Zecora?
If I ever got my hooves on that slimy little chicken-snake, I'd... Ugh! I'd probably get turned to stone again, that's what. I should have blasted that thing with my best magic the moment I saw it. I should have blasted it before I saw it!
A rustling sound came from the bushes a little to my left. Was it coming back? To gloat over me or something? Did cockatrices even care about gloating? I wished I could at least turn my eyes that direction and see what was coming.
But when I caught sight of the source of the noise, it wasn't a cockatrice ... nor even any of the other monstrous creatures I might have expected to meet in the Everfree Forest. It was a young colt with light grey fur and a knife and a fork for a cutie mark. I'd met him before, back when Cheerilee's class had visited the library's open house as a field trip. His name was ... Truffle. Right!
I would have breathed a sigh of relief, if I could do even that. Already, somepony had found me. I'd be de-lithified in no time. What a colt like him was even doing out here in the Everfree Forest at night was anypony's guess, but at this point I didn't even care. I was just mentally rejoicing at being found and not having to stay like this for a thousand years.
But Truffle wasn't rushing up to me to see if I was okay ... nor was he running off for help. He approached me cautiously, coming closer and closer, while staring at me with an odd intensity in his eyes.
I wished I could warn him about the dangerous cockatrice on the loose, tell him to run back to Ponyville and get help as fast as he could... But of course I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything. It was maddening.
Eventually, Truffle came right up next to me and tapped me with his hoof. “Um... Miss Twilight? Is that you? I think I made a really wrong turn back there somewhere...” He seemed ready to dart away at any moment.
I felt the tap – a light touch on my foreleg – but I couldn't respond to it in any way.
He cocked his head to the side and stared at me for another long moment. “Weird... Why would somepony build a statue of Miss Twilight way out here?”
Did he not realize what had happened? No! He had to understand it! I couldn't take the chance that somepony else would put the pieces together when he mentioned seeing a strange statue in the Everfree Forest. If he even told anypony about it. He had to realize it was me – he had to get help! I tried my hardest to yell, to make a sound, or some slight movement ... and absolutely nothing happened.
As he touched my foreleg again, a thought seemed to occur to him. I could see the sudden light twinkle in his eyes.
Yes! Was he going to figure it out?
But no. He yanked his hoof away suddenly, then looked around the clearing, as if ... as if checking to see that nopony was watching him. Why was he acting so strangely?
He turned back toward me and reached out his hoof again, but this time he hesitated, his hoof shaking a little, before touching. I could see that he was clearly trying to hold himself back from doing ... something. But there was also a burning curiosity in his eyes – a strange, greedy sort of curiosity.
This time, when he touched my foreleg, he did so slowly, gently, and ... sensuously? It was strange that such a word popped into my head, but he was definitely enjoying the touch, almost caressing me. And his hoof was wandering higher...
Before long, he was rubbing his hoof against my body, between my front legs.
That spot had always been a little ticklish for me, and I still felt tickled, even though I couldn't move or laugh ... it was awful!
But he was moving on soon. At first I was thankful, but as he slid his hoof around my chest and moved outside of my field of view, I began to feel a new anxiety. Just what was he up to? I had some suspicions about that ... but he was just a colt, right? There was no way he could be some kind of deviant at that age, was there?
His hoof moved slowly along the side of my body, tracing along the curve of my barrel and beginning to trace up to my flanks.
I would have shivered if I could move. The hairs of my fur would have stood on end.
And then he slid it down, down, down, until his hoof was completely under my lower belly. Nopony had ever touched me down there, at least not since I was old enough to wash myself.
When his hoof touched my stony teats, I heard his sudden intake of breath. Then I knew for sure what he was up to. As unthinkable as it was ... this little colt, Truffle, was taking the 'statue' he'd found as an opportunity to explore a mare's body. I wondered if it was his first time, as it was mine.
The tingling on my teats increased. I couldn't tell quite what he was doing – all I could see of him was a little bit of his tail – but the feeling of his warm, soft breath against my underbelly was unmistakable.
Was he... Was he going to lick me down there or something?
No. Apparently, he was just coming in for a closer look, because a few moments later, he pulled away slightly, and I hadn't felt any sort of lips or tongue on me. At least I could take comfort in that: apparently there were limits to what Truffle wanted to do with the 'statue' he'd found. What statue would be so anatomically correct, anyway?
There was actually a twinge of something odd inside me when he backed away from nuzzling my teats, though. Something like regret, or jealousy, or maybe just the kind of anti-surprise you get when something you were halfway expecting doesn't come... But before I could even sort out how I felt about it, his hoof was touching me again.
It moved up over my flanks, then began rubbing the curve of my rump.
Oh no... Oh please, no. Even as I denied to myself that it was possible, I steeled myself for the inevitable. He was completely out of my field of view now, but I could already tell what he was up to, what he was headed for. I heard him take a couple hesitant steps. Was he already looking under my tail? The rubbing of his hoof slowed and became more firm, exploring every curve of my hind leg, first the outside and then the inner thigh.
And when he slid his hoof back up along the inside, he let it go right up between my cheeks.
I felt like my insides were ready to explode. Oh how I wished I could move ... or at least that I'd been frozen with my tail safely down and covering myself.
When his hoof first touched my pussy, it made me want to yelp in surprise, even though I knew it was coming ... but of course I couldn't. What was surprising – what did shock me, even after knowing Truffle's intentions – was how good it felt. No! I knew I shouldn't be enjoying it. But I couldn't deny to myself that the slight contact of his hoof against my delicate skin was electrifying. My pussy would probably be winking like crazy if it wasn't frozen in place. It was an intense feeling of shame ... and oddly enough, guilt. For some reason, I felt guilty for being exposed to such a young colt like this, as if I was the one corrupting his innocence. I knew this wasn't my fault – it was his fault, or maybe the cockatrice's, but the feeling was still there. Something inside me knew that this was wrong and insisted to me that I was doing something wrong. And yet ... it still felt good.
Truffle's hoof explored my most intimate areas very thoroughly, sliding up and down, up and down as he took in every curve and crease. I could hear the slight scratching sound of his hoof against stone, but it didn't feel scratchy – it felt like a tender massage, and the warmth of it was spreading through my whole body.
But then he pulled away again, and I felt nothing. What was he up to? What was he doing now?
I heard a slight grunt from behind me, and felt him clambering up my back legs. His back hooves found purchase on my stony hocks, and his front hooves gripped my rump tightly.
And something else touched me, between my cheeks. Something warm.
Unbelieving shock and stubborn arousal warred back and forth inside my head like the winds and the tides ... and the storms stirred up between the two incompatible emotions battered all my rational thoughts away before they could form. It took me far too long before I even realized just what he was doing.
This little colt was... He was humping me, his warm and supple-feeling cock sliding up and down between my cheeks. The head of it caressed my pussy lips.
It was the closest I'd ever come to losing my virginity... I thanked my lucky stars that my nether lips wouldn't be able to open – he'd never be able to actually penetrate.
But what if he ... finished there? Could there be enough of a gap in the stone for me to get pregnant? Was it even possible to get pregnant while turned to stone?
Oh, but the feeling of his hot little cock against my pussy lips! I'd probably be gasping for breath if I needed to breathe. And even though I was still entirely stone, I did feel myself growing hot, warming from the inside as the magical aura of my body tried to match the intense feelings within.
Truffle gripped my rump tighter, his hooves trembling slightly. I could feel his tip pressing more against my pussy lips, and against the cheeks to either side. He was flaring! Already, so fast? He'd cum soon!
Part of me wanted to climax as well, wishing he'd taken longer and given me more. Part of me was in full panic about the idea of little sperm cells squirming their way into a miniscule gap between my stone lips. And all of me was desperate to move, to moan, to shout for him to stop, to wink my pussy open and let him plunge inside and fill me with his cum!
But he didn't cum, not right away. With a strained gasp, he jumped off of me, quickly appearing in front of my face and standing on his hind hooves as he massaged his cock to completion.
It was the first time I'd seen his cock – a mottled grey one that was probably pretty long and thick for his age, but looked like nothing in comparison to the anatomy books I'd studied so thoroughly. His two little balls below clenched tightly up as his flare broadened even more.
And I knew what was coming. I could see a bulge traveling up his shaft, the slight widening of the hole at the top, just before. Everything in me screamed to shut my eyes, to duck out of the way. But I couldn't. All I could do was to stare forward, my eyes – and my mouth! – wide open.
Truffle hunched over himself, letting out a choked little groan as the first plume of his cum shot upward. But despite the strain he seemed to be under, his aim didn't falter.
The first splat landed straight in my open mouth, sloshing around inside ... coating my lips and tongue. I could feel the warmth of it. I could taste it! I tried to close my mouth, to spit out the bitter-tasting gunk, but of course I couldn't.
More of it gushed in. Even more splattered over my face and in my open eyes. And even though my eyes were stone, it still burned! I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Thankfully, Truffle only seemed to have four or five good squirts in him. The rest dribbled out slowly and fell to the ground in front of me as he gasped for breath.
But the cum in my eyes still burned, and I couldn't blink it away. The cum in my mouth still overwhelmed me with salty musk, and I couldn’t spit it out. I could even smell it! How could I smell things when I couldn't breathe? It wasn't fair!
In a few moments, the cum began to dribble away from my eyes and drool slowly out of my mouth. That helped a little, at least. A kind of abortive, unsuccessful shiver ran through me when I saw a glob of it plop down from the tip of my horn and land on my nose. The smell intensified.
Truffle, still breathing heavily, looked up at my face. He smiled, blushing heavily, then glanced away in some mix of shyness and guilt.
And despite myself, despite all my discomfort with the situation, I couldn’t help but think how cute he looked like that. It was ... almost worth it.
Before he could do anything else, the sound of crashing brush and soft, feminine shrieks echoed through the forest. That voice ... it sounded like Fluttershy!
Truffle startled at the sound, glancing hastily behind him. In a rush, he grabbed some moss from the forest floor and wiped down my face with it, crudely brushing away the streams of cum.
It scratched horribly when he wiped my eyes, but at least it was actually pretty good at removing the eye-irritating cum, and it didn't leave behind as many fragments of moss as I'd expected it to – it didn't stick well to my dry, stony eyes and face.
He threw the soiled moss aside and darted away as the sounds of Fluttershy's panicked flight drew closer.
By the time Fluttershy entered the small clearing, Truffle was long gone.
“Twilight?” she said. “Is that you? Oh Twilight, it is you.” Fluttershy looked around, half-panicked. “Thank goodness you're here. I need your help. The girls are out here somewhere and I'm afraid that they're—”
As the moon slipped out from behind the clouds, Fluttershy gasped. She must have finally noticed that I wasn't moving.
“What's happened to you?” She tapped me slightly on the face – an odd way to get my attention.
I felt it though ... and it was good to feel the touch of a friend, the touch of someone who wasn't getting off on creepily touching me. Less good, though, was that her tap had unbalanced me. My brain scrambled to move my legs and keep them under me, but of course they didn't move. Slowly – agonizingly slowly – my whole body toppled over, crashing me into the cold dirt. Ouch!
Fluttershy shrieked as I fell over. “Oh no! If you've been turned to stone, it must mean... Oh! Oh no! The girls!” She whisked away, only to return momentarily. “Don't worry, I'll be back for you.” Then she was off again, shouting “Girls!” as she flew.
* * *
It was weeks later when I saw Truffle again for the first time since the cockatrice.
Fluttershy, Rarity, and I were enjoying a nice meal at Ponyville's cafe, with daisy sandwiches and lemonade, when I happened to see him walking by on the street.
He glanced my way, and our eyes met.
Truffle froze for a moment, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks. And it intensified a hundred-fold when the eye contact lasted just a little bit too long.
He must have seen it in my face. I knew. Had he ever gone back for his 'statue' in the forest, only to find it gone? Had he heard rumors about the cockatrice? Had he figured out what he'd actually done?
In that brief moment of eye contact, I completely lost the thread of my friends' conversation. A dozen scenarios flashed through my head, different ways I might confront him about it, ask him why he'd done it. And those scenarios ended in a dozen different ways ... some of which made me blush a little as well.
Truffle broke eye contact and hurriedly continued on his way down the street. I watched him go until he rounded a corner and disappeared from my view.
What would be the point of confronting him about it? I hadn't told anypony about what happened while I was turned to stone, not even my closest friends. And he obviously wasn't telling anypony. If I just kept my mouth shut, everyone could just go on pretending that it never happened. And in a way, that would kind of mean it didn't happen.
After all, it didn't count when you'd been turned to stone, right? One couldn't have sex with a rock. It's just an inanimate object ... until it isn't.
I took another bite of my sandwich, hoping my friends wouldn't notice my far-off look as I relived the feelings I'd experienced that night. I tried very diligently to ignore the slight twinge of my pussy winking against the toadstool seat, and I steadfastly quashed the nagging little thought: maybe I could feel that way again...
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