Thinking (Pervertedly) With Portals
Twilight Sparkle, former Crystal Prep Shadowbolt turned raven-winged demon turned Canterlot High Wondercolt, sat in her room late at night, studying over an old history textbook to prepare for a test.
She didn't really need to read the textbook. She was an A student, the kind that never had to worry about whether or not she'd do well on a test. Of course, doing well interacting with others was another matter.
Twilight yawned, covering her face as she did. She looked back down to her page and blinked, as the words seemed to swim around the paper.
"Probably time to go to bed," Twilight thought out loud. She scribbled in one last note in her notebook, then moved to put her pencil back in her pencil cup, but her tiredness made her hand unsteady, and she dropped the pencil.
"Crap." Twilight rearranged the letters in the word in her drowsy state. The pencil rolled away. Twilight dropped to her knees off the chair and snapped her hand out to grab it, but she missed.
The pencil continued rolling. It went right out from under her door frame.
Twilight groaned in exasperation. She got to her feet, dusting the bunnies from her knees. She didn't want to leave her room. Her parents and her older brother would wonder why she was up so late if she disturbed moving throughout the house, then insist she couldn't keep staying up like this on school nights when she'd done this long and hadn't gotten anything less than A- yet.
Her mind wandered and she wondered what was even the purpose of A-. Why not just give students a B? Or an A after a B+? What purpose did that serve? Wouldn't it be simpler to just have the letters?
Twilight pushed that thought out of her head. She left her room and made sure to close the door quietly as she could.
She flipped hallway light on to look for her pencil. She saw it had rolled all the way to the end of the stairs.
She groaned again. At once, Twilight was seized with a memory of the time she turned into a demon. She had blasted portals everywhere, tearing rifts into fabric of reality. How nice it would be to do that now, so she didn't have to go through the effort of walking all the way down every single step on the flight of stairs when she was tired and wanting to go to bed.
"Psshoom!" Twilight thrust her hand out and pretended to shoot a portal from it. She chuckled sleepily. It was just an idle fantasy, but it made her feel better and lifted her spirits.
"Kazow!" Twilight pantomimed the motion again.
She was taken aback when a green burst of light shot out from her palm and struck the floor, creating a portal into which the pencil. An accompanying portal appeared over Twilight's hand and dropped the pencil directly into her palm.
Twilight blinked several times. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She looked at where the portals connected, but they were both gone.
"Dreaming," Twilight said to herself. "Hallucination. Sleep deprived hallucination, that's all it was. What actually happened was that I went down the stairs, picked the pencil up, and came back up. I'm a little tired, so I started confusing fantasy, memory, and reality. That's all."
As if to put an indelible stamp on the universe that was the version of events that happened, Twilight exhaled a sharp breath and went back into her room. She hopped onto bed and went to sleep.
Twilight was disturbed in her slumber in the middle of the night by an unwelcome, warm sensation in her bladder.
I need to go to the bathroom, Twilight realized. But ... I don't want to get out of my bed. I'm so comfy!
She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head into the pillow, hoping to fake sleep until she made it, and in doing so, she could ignore her body's natural urges. Alas, she was unsuccessful.
"Ugh." Twilight groaned, her voice rough and harsh. She put on her glasses, tossed off her covers, and hopped out of bed.
She looked at the door as if it was the most hateful thing in the world.
Here she was, just trying to sleep before test day, and her body was disrupting her natural sleep cycle with some other sleep cycles. And then she was going to have to walk to the door, and then go down the stairs, and then lock the bathroom door behind her, and then flush and then wash her hands, and then go back up the stairs and ugh. Just … ugh.
Twilight meekly took her first step towards the door. She shuffled her feet across the floor, skidding to the door.
Twilight groaned again, wishing she could just skip it and go back to sleep. Her hands hung loosely and swung to and fro as she made her way to the door.
Twilight heard what sounded like an energy blast. The noise alarmed her and made her think a monster her friends at Canterlot High had beaten previously had come to take revenge on her. Or perhaps a student acquired some magical powers they were not yet fully in control of.
Twilight yelped as her room disappeared and seemed to sink upwards.
She miraculously landed on her feet with remarkably little pain.
"What, who what now?" Twilight asked, shifting her head back and forth and trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Her room had been replaced by pale blue white paper and white ceramic structures. It took Twilight a few minutes to realize those structures were the house toilet and the sink.
"What?"
Twilight looked up and saw portal shimmering above her. It showed with a clarity of a professional camera lens the ceiling of her bed room.
"Okay," Twilight said, hyperventilating as she realized the implications. The portals were real, not imaginary, not sleep-deprived hallucinations. This was happening in reality. "Okay, Twilight, don't freak out, don't freak out. You've just got ... a little portal magic, that's all. Nothing to be worried about. I mean, it's not like it looks ..." Twilight stared at the portal's glowing green rim. "Exactly like ... the portals you made when you turned into a monster, ha ha! No. That's silly. There's ... no need to be afraid."
Twilight was about to scream. She thought she might turned, look in the mirror, and see the grinning face of Midnight Sparkle looking at her maliciously as she took over Twilight's body.
Her bladder reasserted itself and interrupted her oncoming freakout with more pressing concerns.
"Ack!" Twilight yelped, remembering why she here in the first place.
She went about her business, then decided to examine the portal.
It was still here. It showed her bedroom. It put her in the bathroom from her bedroom, so ... maybe it could do it the other way around?
Twilight rolled up her sleeves and braced herself. She put her hand through the portal, grimacing and thinking that something bad was going to happen, though she couldn't articulate what just yet.
She felt around. After some fumbling, she gripped and felt the edge of the floor in her room.
Now reasonably certain that the portal wasn't going to dump her in some alternate nightmare demon dimension, Twilight grabbed the edge of her floor with both hands and hoisted herself up into her room.
"Hup!" Twilight grunted, landing on her room's floor. She felt drained after her physical feat of the day. She made a mental note to do more pullups at the gym.
Twilight heard a humming noise and looked behind her. The portal was shrinking, disappearing now that she no longer had need of it.
"Okay, Twilight," Twilight said to herself. "Calm down. Just ... stay calm and analyze the situation. Do what you do best, as Rarity would say. So..."
Twilight cupped her chin and paced back and forth.
"I have these magical portals that look a like Midnight Sparkle's. I don't seem to have full control over it, but it's at least partly intuitive and will take me where I want to go. I wanted to go to the bathroom, it took me to the bathroom. I wanted to get my pencil, it got my pencil. But where did it come from? Is Midnight trying to take over my body? Is it some delayed reaction from the geodes?" Twilight gasped. "Have I actually secretly been Midnight this whole time, and Twilight was just a disguise, and now I'm ready to shed my cocoon and reveal my true form!?"
Twilight paused.
Yeah, no. That was stupid.
Almost as stupid as believing a person who built a cult could be trusted not to destroy the timeline after nearly destroying the time line, or offering redemption to some wallflower who blamed other people for the fact no one remembered her after she'd been going around wiping peoples' memories of her.
Only the most hack writer would do something like that, and Twilight wasn't pretty sure her life wasn't a story. And if it was, she would hoped that with someone as smart as she was, her writer was at least half that smart.
But now she was getting into existentialist territory, which was more Pinkie Pie's speciality, and even then, only on every other Tuesday after she had Maud's special brownies which Pinkie insisted weren't spiked, but Twilight and the rest of their group had their doubts.
Twilight sighed. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight this late at night. She took off her glasses and went back to under her covers. "I'll worry about it tomorrow. I'll tell the girls, and then we'll figure something out."
With the knowledge that whatever the problem was, her friends would help her through it, Twilight was able to reacquire her peace of mind and get some quality rest for tomorrow, test, portals, and all.
Twilight approached her friends out front of Canterlot High before school started. She clutched nervously at the straps of her backpack along the way.
As usual, they gathered around the statue that doubled as a portal to another world for reasons no
one really understood - Sunset had been studying it for years, at least that's what she told
Twilight.
"Hey, Twilight!" Pinkie Pie greeted her upon her arrival. "What are you up to? Rainbow Dash was just telling me about how she totally dreams about being a pretty pony pegasus!"
"An awesome pony pegasus!" Dash snapped, refusing to be described as pretty.
"I wonder if the Rainbow Dash in Equestria has dreams about being a human?" Sunset wondered idly.
Dash scoffed. "As if. Who would want to give being a high-flying magic pegasus who, I'll repeat, can fly just to be a boring old human?"
"Well, I was a unicorn, but I must admit, it does have its advantages." Sunset looked down and wiggled her fingers. Then her eyes glanced over to her chest, ensconced neatly by her blazer of choice. Today she was wearing the one with the spikes, but her pale shirt.
Sunset looked over to Twilight and noticed an invisible cloud hanging over her head.
"Twilight?" Sunset stood up. "Are you okay? You look like you've got something on your mind."
"Oh, no," Twilight said. "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?" Sunset said.
"Yeah, Twilight," Applejack said. "We're your friends. If there's anything we can help you with, you've gotta let us know."
"Indeed," Rarity added. "It does not good to keep secrets from each other, darling."
"That's rich, coming from you," Applejack quipped. "But in all seriousness, Twilight, is there a problem? Because if you so, you gotta tell us."
"Yeah!" Pinkie agreed. "How are we supposed to help you with your problems if we don't know what they are?"
"Okay," Twilight said. "There is something." She shuffled her feet and did not elaborate.
"Is it making you uncomfortable?" Sunset asked. "If you want, I could get out my geode and just read your mind."
Twilight sighed, pushing her glasses up on her face. "No. No, that's okay. Besides, I don't want you messing around in my mind anyway. I'm not sure you'd like some of the things you'd find in there."
"You'd be surprised at what I can live with," Sunset said. "But I respect your decision."
"It's probably better if I just show you."
Twilight turned around. She inhaled sharply and and thrust her hands out, grunting and straining.
The girls watched her with incredulous looks.
"Is the secret supposed to be that she's lost her mind?" Pinkie Pie whispered.
"Pinkie!" Applejack scolded.
"I don't understand," Twilight said, looking at her hands. "I couldn't stop it last night, and now I can't start it today?" She looked back at her friends for reaffirmation. "Let me try it again."
She threw her hands out again. This time, she succeeded, as two green blasts of energy flew out of her palms and struck the ground, ripping open dimensional rifts that led into who knows where.
The other girls clapped and applauded as if they were only witness to a good magic trick and nothing more.
"Whoo-hoo!" Pinkie cheered. "You have to show me how to do that sometime!"
"What, you mean you don't pop out of random places often enough already?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Hold on, girls," Sunset said. "I think we might have a problem here." She walked over to the edge of the portal, and crouched down next to it. She ripped a blade of grass out from the school dirt and tossed it into the rift.
Sunset stood up. "These portals look exactly the ones Twilight made when she turned into Midnight Sparkle."
Twilight winced at the name, which Sunset felt apologetic about.
"Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Twilight said. "I'm ... going to have to get used to it eventually. You don't just turn into a demon once and then expect everyone to forget about it."
"Ha ha ha!" Sunset laughed, awkward and forced. "Yeah. We'd never forget something like that, would we, girls?"
"What's she talking about?" Pinkie Pie asked.
Applejack struck her in the ribs with an elbow.
"Oh, right, that," Pinkie Pie said.
"Don't worry, Twilight," Sunset said, putting one hand on Twilight's shoulder while taking Twilight's hand in the other. "We'll get to the bottom of this, together. If is something to do with Midnight Sparkle, we’ll stop her.”
Twilight looked at Sunset and smiled. "Thanks, Sunset." She embraced Sunset into a hug. "I know I can always count on you."
"That's right," Sunset said, breaking away from the hug. "Until then, try not to use that portal power too much. We wouldn't draw unnecessary attention. For all we know, it could be that the more you use it, the stronger Midnight becomes."
"Don't scare the poor girl, Sunset!" Applejack cried out with dismay.
"I'm sorry!" Sunset said. "I'm just trying to consider all the possibilities here! This is a magical ability that she's never had before except for when she's absorbed too much magic, and I just want her and all of you to be aware of the potential causes and consequences of it! Sheesh!"
Sunset threw her hands up into the air and walked towards the school. "Excuse me for wanting to be responsible! It's not like I–I don't know–care about my friends' safety or anything!"
Sunset entered the building.
Applejack rubbed sorely at her arm. "I guess maybe that was a bit harsh."
"I say you were well in your rights to say so, Applejack," Rarity said. "We don't want to scare the poor dear."
"Yeah," Applejack said, "but Sunset's right. She just wants what's best. No portal magic, Twilight. Not if you can help it."
"No portal magic," Twilight affirmed, sweeping her hand across the air in an oblique vow. The six of them went inside the school and headed off to their respective morning classes.
“Okay,” Twilight said to herself as she walked down the hallway. “I just have to make sure I don’t do any portal magic until after school.”
Against Twilight’s will and despite her best efforts, a portal shot out of her palm just then and landed on the wall.
“Ah! No!” Twilight looked at the portal and what she saw interested her. It seemed to be nothing but an endless expanse of white.
“What is that?” Twilight narrowed her eyes. She adjusted her glasses and leaned in for a closer look.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before,” Twilight said to herself. She turned away from the portal and thought.
“On one hand,” Twilight said, “Sunset and the others say I shouldn’t use do anything with the magic, and I agree with them. On the other hand, this could be something important. Monumental, even. I might have made an amazing discovery! Like, I know, we have the portal to Equestria, but it’s not the same thing as finding something for yourself.”
“I say go for it!”
“Ah!” Twilight threw her books up into the air, alarmed by Pinkie’s presence. “Pinkie! What are you doing here?”
“Going to school and encouraging you to be naughty, duh!” Pinkie Pie cheerfully answered.
“Oh no,” Twilight said, having a horrible thought. “What if this magic problem is worse than I realized? What if … what if you’re not actually here, and you’re just a construct made by the magic to encourage me to use it? Or what if I’m just going crazy?”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Twilight,” Pinkie assured her. “But if I was a hallucination, would I tell you?” She rubbed her chin in thought.
“I suppose not,” Twilight answered.
“Anyway, why don’t you go see what’s on the other side of that portal?” Pinkie suggested. “Who
knows! It could be aliens!”
Twilight looked at the portal, then at Pinkie Pie. “Are you sure about this, Pinkie? What if Sunset’s right? What if I use the portals and something bad happens?”
“That’s a good point. Counterpoint! What if you use the portals and that helps you understand what’s happening and how they work and why they’re popping up now?”
“That’s a good counterpoint,” Twilight admitted. She looked at the portal, then at Pinkie. “Okay. But if anything bad happens, you have to answer to Sunset, not me.”
“Done and done!” Pinkie Pie said, saluting. “Though that’s gonna be a bit of a problem if I’m not actually here and it’s all in your head.”
“Don’t remind me,” Twilight said dourly. She rolled her sleeves and prepared to journey fourth and venture into the portal, sticking her hand in cautiously.
She discovered the white nothing that filled the portal was actually something solid. It was soft like velvet, and fleshy. She wondered what it was. Curtains? Clothes? A radioactive substance that she shouldn’t be touching? One that would give her gamma ray spider bite powers, perhaps from a super serum made of an Kryptonite arc reactor? She could never keep all those superheroes straight while at Crystal Prep, and Pinkie and Rainbow Dash had been helping her since her transfer, but it wasn’t going well. She’d much rather read Jane Austen than Stan Lee.
Celestia finished filling the last letter of the last word in her crossword puzzle.
“Yes!” She raised a fist to the air in jubilation. At long last, she had figured out the puzzle. Its mysteries would taunt her no more, and she could figure out the answer to the hint on the adjacent page that offered a code for a free coupon discount the next time she bought canned goods at the grocery store.
Celestia pulled out a drawer and filed the crossword and the discount away for future reference.
“Now, to get back to work … what’s my schedule for the rest of the day?” She glanced over at the clock and grimaced. It was half past noon. She was late to make an announcement about the school’s summer programs. The crossword puzzle had eaten into more of her time than she realized.
“Crrrrud,” Celestia swore, switching words mid-sentence in case a student happened to be walking by her office. She wouldn’t want for someone to overhear her using swears and report it to their parents.
Celestia grabbed her mic off the desk and pressed the button.
“Testing, testing, one, two, three, is this thing on?” Celestia said. She cleared her throat. “Attention, students. I apologize for the delay, but this is a late announcement regarding our summer programs. If you would like to join our summer programs, which include reading, engineering, and lego sculptures, please see ...”
Celestia grimaced, her lips tucking like she’d just ate a raw lemon. It felt like something thin had just gone through her vagina.
“As I was saying, please see … ugh.”
Celestia groaned as the intruder kept poking around in her privies.
Celestia held the mic away from her mouth. What in blazes could this even be? There was no else in the room with her, and her pants were zipped up. It was too thick to be a worm or some other insect that crawled up her pant leg.
“As I was saying ...” Celestia winced as the whatever-it-was kept rooting around in her pussy. “Please see … Cheerilee in the library … and tell that you would like ...” Celestia bit her lip, grabbing the edge of her desk to and try distract herself from the invader in her snatch. “To sign up … for summer camp!” Celestia squealed as the invader pressed in further, digging deeper into her woman-cave.
“Oh!” Celestia groaned. “Stop that, you!”
She realized, with horror, that the mic was still on.
Thinking quickly, she turned it off. But she knew how teenagers worked. She was one, once. A few of them would come to the conclusion, correctly or not, that Celestia was having sex in her office, and then the gossip would spread from the wiser teenagers who knew about sex and how to recognize sexual-social cues to the younger ones who didn’t, and then the gossip would spread more, and more, until the entire school was convinced she had a young man in her office when she had done no such thing.
The invader rolled around in Celestia’s cunt, and Celestia remembered she had more pressing immediate concerns. Figuring out who or what this was would be some consolation for the fact morally self-righteous parents would be banging on and bust down her door for daring to, allegedly, have sexual thoughts while running a school.
Celestia backed away from the desk and steadied herself. She went over and locked the door so she could address this issue.
She unzipped her pants and dropped them to her ankles along with her panties.
"Okay, you," she growled at the invader, "I don't know who or what you are, but if you think you can just run around in my vagina without permission, you have another thing coming!"
She looked down and saw the pale, pink tube shape poking through her folds, and the green circle that surrounded the base of the tube. The two combined to make it look something like a sex toy that had gotten lost and ended up in Celestia's pants by accident.
"Maybe it is a worm," Celestia. "A perverted, foreign worm."
Celestia grabbed the base of the thing and jerked it out of her pussy. It gave no resistance, instantly stopping the minute Celestia's fingers touched it.
Celestia tried to raise the thing it up, but the green circle was attached to remained in place, as if glued to a random spot in the air.
The thing in her hand wiggled and writhed, trying to get free. After a moment of thought, Celestia relaxed her grip and allowed it to go. It retreated into the green circle, which soon disappeared like a flame going out.
“I might need to investigate this,” Celestia said, staring at the space where the worm had once resided.
There was a knock on the door, startling Celestia. She heard keys jingling and the door unlatch.
“Celestia?” Luna said, peeking her head into the door. “I have something in need of your signature. It’s urgent, so I used my key …” she stopped, looking at Celestia with her panties around her ankles. “I hope there’s a good explanation for this.”
“It’s not what it looks like!”
Twilight whipped her hand out of the portal as fast as she could at the first sign of trouble. She didn't like being grabbed by whatever was on the other side of, and from the feel of it, whatever it was didn't appreciate her poking around and touching it, either.
"If there are aliens, I don't think they're nice aliens, Pinkie," Twilight said. When there was no reply, she turned around. "Pinkie? Pinkie Pie, where did you go? Oh, great. Does that mean it really was all in my head?"
Twilight looked at her palms. She flexed her fingers, imagining she could feel the power coursing through, the pulsing heartbeat of the portal's pumping through her chest, into her bones.
"Hallucination or not, maybe she's right," Twilight said. She marched down the hallway. "Maybe I can learn to control it after all. I have to try!"
Twilight pumped a fist to herself then marched down the hall and entered into the ladies' restroom for some privacy so she could practice and focus without distractions or other students to disrupt her.
She locked herself into a stall and stood back. She raised up her hands, closed her eyes, and grunted, focusing and trying to will a portal out from her hands upon command that would lead to the location she had in mind.
"Hnng!"
Pzoom!
Success! She had done it! Partially, at least. A portal had shot out from her palm and struck the bathroom stall door, but it didn't show the location she had made. She had wanted to get ot the janitor's closet. Somewhere private and isolated so she could get her hand through without scaring anybody, and continue to practice in peace by hopping back and forth between the closet and the bathroom - both areas that offered their own form of privacy. Instead, what she got - what the portal showed - was another expanse of white, though it seemed to be a clear shade than the previous one, less of an off-white and more of a pure alabaster color.
"What are these things?" Twilight wondered, peeking into the portal. "And why do they keep showing up in my portals?"
With no other recourse of action except to go for it in the name of SCIENCE! Twilight went for it, sticking her hand in cautiously.
"So, as you can see, despite the rather drab photos we sometimes get in the history books, the people of 14th Century France were far more fashionable than we sometimes give them credit for," Rarity said, clicking through her slideshow as part of her presentation.
"And sometimes more fashionable than some of us in the modern day," Rarity muttered under her breath as an aside. Not that she was pointing any fingers. Psst. That skirt is so last season, Octavia.
"Very good, Rarity," her instructor Fancy Pants said. "What else can you tell us about 14th Century French fashion?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Rarity said. She turned from her instructor to her presentation and let our a small grunt, followed by a cough as something pressed through her vagina at a most inopportune time.
"Rarity?" Fancy Pants asked. "Are you quite all right?"
"Just fine!" Rarity said, saving face. "I believe a bug may have just bit me somewhere sensitive." She rubbed at the back of her neck to draw suspicion away from her crotch.
"Now, as I was saying … as you can see here … the people of 14th Century France were very fashionable, often making use of puffy sleeves, pants, and lace colored with cheap dye to add a bit of flair to their outfits.”
"These dyes would typically made from ..." Rarity paused and inhaled a deep breath as the finger in her cunt pressed in further. "From crushed powders mixed with liquid, which then be used to ... dye their clothes."
Rarity jerked her head off to one side.
"It's commonly believed ..." Rarity bit her lip. Whoever or whatever was messing around with her pussy was determined to get really far in there.
Oh, it feels so good! But I'm in the middle of a presentation, darling! Couldn't you wait until later?
Rarity walked behind the desk, hoping the students wouldn't notice her giving the desk a slight hump to take the edge off.
"That poorer citizens used purple dye in order to place patches on their clothes, because purple was a sign of the rich. Of course, they would have to hide these when the tax collectors came so it didn't appear that they were richer than they wereeee." She dragged out her word as a second finger slipped into her labia. She jerked her head and grimaced.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Fancy Pants asked. "There's no shame in admitting it."
"I am ... just fine, professor," Rarity insisted. "Just a bit a spot of indigestion. I think something from the cafeteria must be having a disagreement with my stomach. Anyway, where I was?" Rarity looked back to her presentation. She clenched the remote to distract herself from the twitching and throbbing her cunt was doing.
"As you can see here ..." Rarity clicked a button, shifting her slideshow to a painting showing a number of peasants dressed in commoners' robing. "The peasantry of France had an impeccable sense of fashion, much better than their Spanish or German counterparts at the TIIIME!"
Rarity pressed a hand over her crotch.
"Rarity," Fancy Pants, "I think I'm going to have to insist you go visit the nurse."
"No!" Rarity snapped. "I can finish this."
Fancy Pants glared.
"Please, Professor Fancy Pants? Please just let me finish this. After that, I'll head straight to the nurse, but I want to finish my report."
"Very well. You have three minutes, then it's to the doctor."
"Thank you." Rarity clicked to another slide, this one showing a woman of the French nobility. "And of course, who would be the most fashionable in the kingdom but the women in the court? Clothing was one way a woman could express herself without upsetting the fragile male ego that imposed many restrictions on her. The dresses of French princesses, queens, and dukes were always very ..." Rarity breathed heavily, her eyes turning half-lidded. "Very ..."
Rarity nearly fell over, using the desk for support.
"That does it!" Fancy Pants snapped. "You are going to the nurse at once!"
"No!" Rarity said. "Just ... just let me finish."
There's no use fighting, Rarity thought. Just let it happen.
Rarity's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue lolled out as she came. Her cunt winked and leaked, cum sliding down her skirt and into the portal.
"As ... as I was saying," Rarity said, continuing on and ignoring the cum stain in her clothes, "the dresses of the French noblewoman were very elaborate, but so was that of their male counterparts, who often employed only the best tailors in the kingdom to make their royal robes. I think ..." she leaned against the desk. "I think I'll see about that nurse now."
Fancy Pants took Rarity by the shoulders and helped her to the door.
"Not a word," Fancy Pants warned the students, glaring as he left.
The minute he left, the students naturally disregarded his warnings.
"So was it just me, or did Rarity totally just cream herself?"
Twilight was dismay when the alien's reaction to her stimulus was to eject and spit a thick, syrupy fluid onto her forehead and the bridge of her nose.
"Eww." Twilight pushed the portal away and closed it between her palms, making it disappear.
"What is this stuff?"
She was thankful she had the sense to do this in the restroom. She left the stall and went over to the sink to wash the gunk off her face with a mixture of water and paper towels.
"Ugh," Twilight shook her head. "I hope I don't do that again. Maybe I should take it easy with the portals." She said to herself as she left the restroom.
"Twilight! There you are!" Sunset called.
"Oh, hi, Sunset," Twilight greeted her, at once filled with guilt for risking using the portal magic, even at the instance of what might have been one of her friends.
"Come with me," Sunset said. "We're going to the lab to see if we can't figure out what to do about your portal magic. I called in a few favors and reserved us a lab with some equipment."
"Lead the way, Sunset."
They went into the lab and got everything set up. Sunset put Twilight into an isolation chamber and hooked her body up to some electrodes while Sunset stood outside wearing a lab coat and some gloves.
Is it wrong that I think Sunset looks sexy with a lab coat on? Twilight wondered.
"Okay, Twilight," Sunset said. "Let's see if we can't to the bottom of this." She wiggled her fingers and pressed a few buttons and dials. "Make a portal on the left side wall, please, if you can."
"I'll try." Twilight aimed both her palms and focused. Some grunting and flexing later, a large portal appeared on the wall that seemed to lead into the gym.
"Very good," Sunset said. She jotted a few notes down in her clipboard, the lab coat swaying as she did.
She has a really nice figure, Twilight thought. She blushed. Goodness, what am I saying? I shouldn't think about my friend like that.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked. "Are you okay? I'm reading some increased heart rate from you. Do we need to stop?"
"No, no, it's fine," Twilight said. "Anything for science."
"Okay. But let me know if it gets too much, all right? I'll pull the plug right away. Make a portal to the right wall."
Twilight turned around and shot another portal out with ease.
"Hey! I think I'm getting the hang of this!"
"That's good to hear," Sunset said. "It'll be better to hear once we know for sure this isn't evidence of Midnight coming back, or some other magic problem," she added under her breath. "Now, try and dismiss the portals."
Twilight held out a hand towards each other. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She brought her hands together, and the portals moved with her hands, fusing into one portal that led somewhere that wasn't either destination.
Sunset cocked her head off to one side, fascinated by this result.
Twilight continued her focus, and the portal shrunk down to the size of a pocket watch. But before she could finish shrinking, her thoughts were interrupted by an image of Sunset standing in the lab wearing both but goggles and that coat, and she lost her focus.
"Ah!" Twilight opened her eyes.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked with concern. "Status report!"
"I'm okay," Twilight said. "Just ... worried about something. I have a history test coming up."
"I understand," Sunset said with a reassuring smile. "But try to focus. History tests aren't going to matter much if you explode or turn into a monster or something."
"Right." Twilight looked down at her hands and was alarmed by what she saw. A patch of yellow skin with a thin slit down the middle. She recognized it as a vagina.
Wait, does that mean the other portals ...? Twilight thought. That what got on my face was - ew!
But Twilight noticed something about this one, aside from the fact that unlike the others, it was at an angle she could clearly tell what it was.
It had the same skin tone as Sunset.
Twilight looked up at Sunset, then down at the portal. The portal magic must have sensed the thought that was going through her mind.
"Twilight?" Sunset asked.
Twilight didn't answer. Instead, she turned around and cautiously put a finger into the portal.
Sunset squealed, confirming Twilight's suspicion. Sunset looked down at her crotch to see what it was. She slapped at herself just in case it was a bug.
Twilight moved her hand away just in the nick of time to avoid being swatted. She glanced over at Sunset, then at the portal.
"Twilight, what's going on?"
With something–Midnight Sparkle, who knows?–compelling her to be naughty, Twilight lifted the portal up to her mouth and stuck her tongue inside, tasting Sunset's flesh.
Sunset squealed and jumped a foot into the air in alarm. "What is ..." she backed away from the controls and pulled down on her skirt to see what was happening.
Twilight pressed her tongue deeper and deeper, sucking and licking all over Sunset's snatch.
Sunset moaned. "Ooh, that feels good, but ..."
Twilight pressed her advantage and dug her tongue in as far as it would go. She blasted another portal thinking of Sunset and reached inside, cupping one of Sunset's boobs.
"W-what's going on?" Sunset asked in confusion.
Something wonderful, Twilight thought, as she continued to eat Sunset out. She lifted the portal up and tilted her head back as if she was drinking from a chalice. Sunset's snatch contracted around her tongue. Twilight tasted the first hint of wetness from Sunset's pearl.
"Ooh!" Sunset fell to her hands and knees. "It's so ... I can't ... fight it." She moaned and brought her hand down to her crotch, running her fingers on the inside of her thigh and up to her throbbing clitoris enhance the pleasure. It didn't take long after that for her to reach orgasm, spilling cum out of her slit and unknowingly into Twilight's mouth.
Twilight slurped it all up greedily without a care in the world about discovered. Once she was sure Sunset was done and she had gotten all she was going to get, Twilight swallowed it all in one gulp.
Twilight sighed in delight.
"That was weird," Sunset said, getting to her feet and pulling up her skirt. She turned around to the chamber. "I'm sorry about that, Twilight, I don't know what happened."
Sunset received an answer to her question when she saw caught Twilight red-handed with evidence of the crime, with the portal showing what Sunset knew was her vagina, and a string of cum connecting the portal to Twilight's mouth.
"Twilight Sparkle, you'd better have a good explanation for this," she said, arms crossed with a heated glare directed at Twilight.
Twilight put on her best awkward smile.
"Um. I was weak and you're sexy?"
Sunset crossed her arms and chewed on her lip. She was still angry, but a large part of her ego, and libido, was pleased. "Fine. I guess that'll have to do. Just ... don't do it again, okay?"
Sunset paused.
"Without asking first," she broke her glare and gave her a small wink before turning around and leaving Twilight in the lab.
Twilight exhaled sharply, and then pumped her fist again. Yes! That went better than I could have hoped for!
Author's Note
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This was another one I had to do a total rewrite of, and is part of why I now request commissioners to be more specific as the original outline was ... very vague.
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Thinking (Pervertedly) With Portals
The sound of moaning filled Twilight Sparkle’s room.
Recently, Twilight had acquired, through means unknown to anyone, herself included, the ability to launch short-range portals, either attaching them to a surface, or hanging them in the air, that let her or others travel through them. It’d been a cause of concern among her friends, as it was an ability eerily similar to those Twilight had when she momentarily turned into a crazed, science-obsessed midnight demon, but so far nothing bad happened. At least, nothing worse than Twilight giving in to the temptation to misuse her newfound powers for her own gain and pleasure.
Such as right now, when she had her feet resting on her shoulders, her bottom half suspended from a portal in midair, and reaching up to finger herself from down below.
She panted and moaned, enjoying the sensations of her having her fingers inside her snatch while her snatch was above her, a position not normally possible for a two-legged being with a solid vertebrae spinal structure.
An interruption barged in to her fun time in the form of her phone ringing. She sighed and groaned, taking her hand away from her snatch and pushing herself up from the portal in the floor she was inside.
Twilight was thankful she had the foresight to make sure her phone was close by. She picked it up, saw it was Sunset’s number, and answered with a weary dread.
“Hello, Sunset?” Twilight called into the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me, Twilight,” Sunset answered back. “I just wanted to call and check on you. How are you feeling? Still feeling okay? No illness or nausea from using your portals? No motion sickness? No desire to rip apart the fabric of reality just to see if you can like an omnidimensional maniac?”
“No, no, maybe,” Twilight answered.
“Twilight,” Sunset said, her voice stern. “This is not the kind of thing to joke about. For all we know, Midnight Sparkle might still be in there, waiting to take you over, biding her time, growing in strength ...”
“What is this, a shono anime where I have to fight my dark side every other season finale?”
“Shonen,” Sunset corrected. “And that’s not the point, Twilight. The point is, we’re still dealing with some new and mysterious and unexplained. We need to be careful in case something bad is about to happen.”
“Something bad is always about to happen! There’s always another magic-charged crazy woman who wants to, I don’t know, replace Congress with puppies or something!”
“That would probably improve Congress ...”
“Can’t I, just for once, enjoy my magical powers for fun instead of worrying about the fate of the world or fighting crazed monsters?”
“With great power comes great responsibility, Twilight.”
… did she really just use the line from Spiderman on me? Twilight thought with no small amount of disbelief.
“Plus, wasn’t Midnight the result of peer pressure anyway? It’s not like we all have an inherent demon side in us just waiting to break free with the right amount of applied magic.”
“Explain how I turned into a demon when I put on the Fall Formal crown, then.”
Twilight rolled her eyes. Sunset was from Equestria, as was the crown. Twilight didn’t know how both of them being from Equestria but interacting in this world might affected the magical calculus. If anything, Sunset should know, and Twilight resented the idea Sunset expected her to use her considerable intellect to figure out such a thing.
“Oh, look at that, I think there’s some construction work going on near my house,” Twilight said. She rapped on the floor of her room to sell the illusion.
“Construction? That’s strange. I haven’t seen any announcements about the city approving new construction.”
“Maybe it just got approved today?” Twilight suggested.
“That doesn’t make sense. Getting construction approved is a long process. If they were considering it, I’d have heard about it before now. I keep tabs on as many things in the city as I can.”
That’s creepy, Twilight thought. She rapped on the wood again.
“You’re breaking up, Sunset. I can’t hear you!”
“Twilight? Twilight-”
Click.
“Ugh.” Twilight groaned. She set her phone down where it was and went back to her activities. She liked Sunset, was sexually attracted to her, but she had become so overbearing since learning about the portals Twilight could make now.
She supposed it made sense that Sunset would want to be cautious after going through her own experience with turning into a demon, but Twilight would much prefer if she would give it a rest.
Nothing bad had happened yet, and there was no reason to believe it would until something changed. And until something did, Twilight was going to make the most out of her portal powers while she had them and enjoy herself.
Granted, that might seem selfish, but after everything she’d gone through – the bullying and manipulation at Crystal Prep, turning into Midnight Sparkle, fighting with Midnight Sparkle in her head so she could help defeat Gloriosa Daisy, Twilight thought she deserved a small, slight indulgence.
Right as she got back into the position she was in before, there was a hard knock on the door.
Twilight’s eyes went wide with fear. She knew that knock. That was Shining Armor’s knock.
“Twiley!” Shining Armor called through the door. He tried to open it, but it was locked. “Huh. Well, I don’t know why your door’s locked, Twilight, but you should know, Cadence is coming over for lunch today! I know how much you love hanging out with her, so come on out and get cleaned up.”
“Coming!” Twilight called, a blush burning on her face. “I’ll be right there, B.B.F.F.F.”
Shining Armor shook his head. “I still don’t know how you say that so easily with a straight face.”
He went from the door, his footsteps audible from down the hall, and Twilight set to work untangling herself from the position she was in.
After she got out of the portal and finished pulling her shorts up, the thought entered her head to use her portal on Cadence and have a little fun with her, but no. She pushed it aside. Cadence was Shining Armor’s girlfriend. She wouldn’t do that to her brother.
But … maybe if Cadence would agree to a threesome-
Twilight shook her head again. She didn’t want to give that thought any more entertainment than it deserved. Though she did notice she seemed just a little bit hornier than normal.
“Of course, if I really wanted to some have fun, I know the place where to go.” Twilight cupped her chin. “Maybe I will.”
A place where she could high easily and where there would be plenty of victims to choose from. Canterlot High.
Twilight Sparkle set up on a bench on the Canterlot High campus, holding out a phone and a book, drawing her fingers across the touchpad to give off the illusion that she was doing something other than what she was actually doing; scanning for unwitting test subjects to use her powers on.
Her eyes flitted back and forth between passing students, who weren't in school on today on account of it being a weekend, but some of them liked to hang out by the school anyway.
It did have a playground, after all, and a clock tower if someone really wanted to cause some trouble by climbing up there and ringing the bell.
Twilight picked over her unknowing applicants, scanning them over and rejecting them for various reasons or another.
Octavia, Twilight thought. No. She's too calm and collected. Rarity? No, I've messed with her enough already. Fluttershy? No, no. I think she'd have a heart attack.
Twilight flitted her eyes over again. A number of people passed before she finally noticed someone who'd make an ideal candidate.
Ditzy Doo. The "Ditz Captain" as some of the crueler students had dubbed. Ditzy, showing she was smarter than they gave her credit for, had started a "Ditz Club" so she was actually was a captain, and they weren't allowed to join.
She was currently playing hopscotch and jump rope with other members of the Ditz Club.
"Hmm." Twilight got a mischievous glint in her and a matching smile on her face. Noticing Violet Blurr pass her by, she quickly made an effort to look like she was looking up something on her phone that was in her book, flipping to a random page and pressing her finger to it.
Violent Blurr went on by, not paying any further attention to Twilight.
Twilight sighed with relief, glad to have escaped detection, at least for now.
She refocused her gaze on Ditzy Doo, glaring at her with determination.
She needed to time this just right. She wanted to get a good shot in, but she wanted to get in without Ditzy noticing her any more than Violet Blurr did.
Twilight narrowed her eyes, waiting for her opportunity like a tiger stalking its prey in the jungle.
Ditzy and her friends jumped around on the jump rope, and Twilight saw her chance.
Warming her hand up with a few hand exercises beforehand, Twilight arched her arm back and threw it forward like she was hurling a flyball at a batter.
The portal magic flew out of her palm in the form of a green projectile, and it struck a bullseye, going straight through Ditzy’s pants without Ditzy or her friends being any wiser as to what just happened and what was about to happen.
Twilight couldn't keep herself from grinning evilly, even though she didn't really think of what she was doing as evil, just mischievous. Perhaps a little naughty, dirty, filthy, etc. But not evil.
"Hey, did anyone see that?" one of Ditzy's friends asked, and Twilight nearly had a fit.
"See what?" her other friend replied.
The observant one shrugged. "I guess it was just my imagination. Or maybe a big dragonfly or something ..."
Twilight sighed. She wanted to wipe the sweat from off her brow, but doing that when the most strenuous thing she was doing was sitting down on a bench would just make her look suspicious to passerbys.
Twilight zapped her phone, creating a portal on its surface.
Twilight smiled, her reflection showing in the portions of the phone's screen not covered up by the tiny swirling portal.
She pressed a finger in, slowly and cautiously at first.
"Oh!" Ditzy exclaimed, feeling ... something in her crotch. She stopped jump rope for a moment and looked around.
"Everything okay, Ditzy Doo?" the other Ditz Clubbers asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Ditzy answered, her lazy eye spinning off in one direction away from them.
"Think a bug crawled up my skirt."
She swatted at her thigh in an effort to get the bug, and Twilight quickly withdrew her finger before Ditzy slapped her intruding finger by accident.
"Did you get it?"
"I think so," Ditzy said.
"Maybe we should play something less involved," the other girl said. "Like marbles. I don't want us to get bug bites, too."
Twilight frowned and cursed. This girl was too cautious for her. At any other time, under any other circumstances, she would admire her cautiousness. Heck, she would congratulate her on having foresight that some people (Rainbow Dash sprang to mind) lacked. But right now, suggesting that they do anything that took Twilight's test subject away from her made her get on Twilight's nerves.
She wished had some of Sunset's abilities. She seemed to have an the ability to influence people and persuade them to do things she wanted.
It is mind control, maybe? Twilight thought. She did turn into a demon with hypnosis powers, or so I'm told. Maybe something hypnosis remained like my portal magic?
Nah.
It was probably just the fact that Sunset was sexy and confident, two factors that went a long way into convincing people to do what Sunset wanted them to.
Ditzy's Ditz Clubbers packed up their game and went over to a different section of the school yard.
Twilight got up from her bench and checked for witnesses.
Witnesses, Twilight thought, goodness, it's almost like I'm committing a crime. Whatever.
Twilight pretended to play with her phone while reading her book. To throw off the suspicions of anyone who might have been watching, she walked the opposite direction of Ditzy's group, then turned and walked towards, then away again, backing back and forth before finally going after Ditzy's group.
Ditzy's club drew up a line for marbles and produced them. They set the marbles up and got their game ready.
Twilight hid inside some nearby bushes, watching her quarry with interest.
As Ditzy reached out to flick her marbles, Twilight pressed her finger subtly against Ditzy's vagina, making Ditzy whoop and causing her to miss her shot with her marble, knocking it straight out of bounds without hitting any of the enemy marbles.
"Ditzy?" her friend asked. "Are you okay?"
"I think so," Ditzy said. "I think that bug got me good."
"Yeah, I'm not so sure," the other girl said. "Your aim's not usually that bad. Unless you're that itchy, in which case, I think you need to go see a doctor right away."
"No, no, I'm fine," Ditzy insisted. “Let's keep playing.”
That's right, Ditzy, Twilight though with a villainous flair, keep playing. Tell your friends you're all right so I can keep running my experiments on you ... goodness, I ought to see about auditioning to play the bad guy in a TV sci-fi show the way I'm talking. I bet I'd be great at it. Rarity could be my sexy femme fatale lieutenant with a secret crush on me, her leader.
Twilight shook her head. She was getting sidetracked. She needed to get back to her experiment.
Twilight waited, giving Ditzy the chance to launch a few marbles without letting her friends suspect anything was wrong.
After she scored a few points, Twilight reached into her portal again and gently brushed the edge of Ditzy's snatch with her finger tip.
Ditzy's shoulders tensed up, recognizing the touch by now, knowing what it symbolized and what it warned was going to happen next.
"Ditzy?" her friend asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Ditzy said. "Never better."
Her friends looked at each other with concern.
"Are you sure?"
"If you need to go home today ..."
"I am fine," Ditzy insisted with authority, making it clear she wasn't going to tolerate any more discussion of the idea. "I am fine, and we are going to play."
"Yes, Ditzy," Twilight chuckled to herself. "We're certainly going to play." She pressed her finger further in.
Ditzy amazingly held still from this most recent intrusion. The only sigh that anything was wrong at all was a slitch twitch in her face that made her reassuring smile to her friends flicker for just a fraction of a second.
"Getting tough with me, huh?" Twilight said. "That's fine. I like a challenge."
Twilight pushed two fingers gently in, then just as quickly stole them away before Ditzy could get used to there being there.
"Whose turn is it again?" Ditzy asked.
"Mine, I think," the friend to her left said. She flicked a marble with her thumb and knocked two of Ditzy's marbles out of the ring, and knocking her out of the game.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Ditzy," the girl said. "I didn't mean to make you lose."
"It's fine!" Ditzy assured her. "No problem. It's a competivie game, right?"
"Yeah, but it's supposed to be fun," the girl said. "And it's not very fun to lose, is it?"
Ugh, Twilight thought. Spare me from these after-schools theatrics. Even worse was that it resembled conversations she had with her other friends. Were they all really that childish?
"I guess not, but it's fine," Ditzy said, sitting down on her butt, spreading her hands out behind her to prop her and spreading her legs. "Beside this way, now I can focus more on ..." Ditzy stopped herself, realizing she was about to say too much.
"Focus more on what?" her friends asked.
"Yes, Ditzy," Twilight pressed two fingers into Ditzy's pearl and rubbed. "Focus more on what?"
Ditzy shivered from the fingers. She crossed one leg in front of the other in the hopes of distracting herself. "Nothing. Never mind. Forget I said anything. My mind was somewhere else entirely." She gave her friends another big smile, but it didn't much to assure them any.
"That's it, Ditzy," Twilight, inserting a third finger and rubbing more seriously at Ditzy's folds now. "Put on a great, big smile for me ..."
Ditzy shivered, shoulders shaking.
"Okay, that does it," her friends got to her feet. "Ditzy, you're going home whether you like it or not."
"No!" Ditzy insisted. "I'm fine!"
"You keep shaking and shivering even though we're in the middle of spring," her friend pointed out. "A person who's 'fine' doesn't do that, Ditzy."
"So I have the shakes," Ditzy insisted. "So what?"
"So, we're taking you home," her friend replied. She got behind Ditzy and lifted Ditzy up to her feet.
"No!" Ditzy insisted. "Let me go!" she broke free of her friend and ran towards the playground, hopping onto the monkey bars.
"Come on, girls!" Ditzy insisted. "Let's have some fun on the monkey bars!"
Twilight increased her stroking, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated. This was escalating out of control. The best thing she could do for Ditzy now (well, technically the best thing would be to stop messing with her at all, but that wasn't really an option) was to simply make her climax and leave her friends wondering what she was doing to herself to make that happen, rather than letting them believe she had 'the shakes', as they put it.
"We can climb up and down and all around!" Ditzy said, skittering around the monkey bars with the energy and playfulness of an actual monkey.
"Ditzy, you get down from there!" her friend shouted.
"Yeah! What if you get one of those shakes and lose your grip and fall down and hurt yourself?"
"Oh," Ditzy said. "That's actually a really good point. Okay, I'll come down."
"Yeah, in more ways than one," Twilight thought. She brought her phone up to her face and stuck her tongue through the portal, licking at Ditzy's vagina.
"Ew ... ugh ... ooh," Ditzy sighed. She climbed to the top of the monkey bars and turned around, laying on her back and hooking her ankles around a bar to hold herself steady as she felt it coming on.
"Ooh ... ah ... ee ... no, no, I can't hold it anymore!"
"Hold what?" her friend asked.
Ditzy's eyes wrolled into the back of her head as she came, spreading cum all over the inside of her skirt, some of which dripped out from under and fell inside the monkey bars.
Twilight, satisfied, removed her phone from her mouth and dismissed the portal. Some of the cum had splashed onto her cheek. She happily swept her face with her tongue to clean it up.
"Ditzy?" her friends asked cautiously, approaching the monkey bars. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Ditzy answered. "Yeah, I'm .... I'm better now." Her friends help her down and onto her feet.
"What was that?"
"Do you just ... have an orgasm?"
"Yeah," Ditzy said through a pant. "It's been building up for a while now, and only just now happened. I'm sorry, girls. I don't know what caused it. I should have admitted something was up, but I didn't want to ruin our play time together ..."
"Aww."
"Well, that was very sweet of you, Ditzy, but from now on, in the future, if we think something is wrong, go to see the nurse," her friend said. "You might ruin our play time for a little while, but it'll be a lot better than ruining our playtime permanently because you held it in too longer and made your appendix explode or something."
"I know, girls," Ditzy said. "I promise, I won't let something like that happen again."
"What do you think caused it anyhow?"
"I told you, I don't know," Ditzy said.
They heard a noise and looked over, but all they saw was a bush rustling and shaking.
Twilight had already left the area, using a portal to escape the scene.
A few days later, Twilight was in one of her classes and her mind wandered away from the subject. It was of course Home Ec, and she was a terrible cook and made peace with the fact she was always going to be a terrible cook, so she had no interest in it.
Looking around, she saw Bon-Bon and Lyra gazing moonily at each other instead of at the teacher.
This gave her an idea.
Twilight set her textbook on the table, opening it wide. She threw a portal at Bon-Bon, connecting it to one half of her book. Then she did the same thing to Lyra, connecting her portal to the other half.
"Heh heh." Twilight chuckled and rubbed her hands together, partly in anticipation, partly because she didn't want to put Lyra and Bon-Bon off by stroking them with cold fingers.
Feeling the mischievous gremlin inside her running free (or maybe it was Midnight Sparkle and Sunset was right - too late for Twilight to do anything about it now) Twilight pressed her index fingers into each portal, shoving them up Bon-Bon and Lyra's cavities.
The two of them both squealed, disrupting the lecture.
"Is everything okay, you two?" Granny Smith asked, not happy to have her lecture interrupted, even if it was mostly just a long ramble about the origin of apple fritter as a recipe.
"Yes, Miss Smith," Bon-Bon asaid. "Everything is fine. We just had a little too much soda today and we're ... overstimulated."
"Mm, reminds me of my college days. Where was I? Oh yes, the first apple fritter was ..."
Twilight got a little nervous from the cold, uncanny way Bon-Bon started looking around the room. Almost like a sniper trying to pick out their target. She wondered what was going on in Bon-Bon's head.
Twilight slid her finger deep inside Bon-Bon's vagina on the right page.
Bon-Bon shivered. She crossed her legs to try and fight the feeling.
Twilight giggled.
Bon-Bon heard her and snapped her head over, and Twilight very quickly tried to make herself look innocent, holding her book up in front of her face.
Bon-Bon was fooled for the time being and returned her attention to the teacher.
Twilight lowered her book and glared over at Bon-Bon. She was too sharp, too quick to mess with for very long. So Twilight figure she would do Lyra for a little bit instead, and then by the time Lyra got suspicious, she could switch back to Bon-Bon. It was a perfect plan.
Twilight held the book up and looked directly into the portal, seeing Lyra's vagina, exposed and ready for her touch without Lyra knowing it.
Unable to help herself, Twilight pressed the book up against her face and stuck her tongue into Lyra.
Lyra yelped, making a clatter around her desk as she stood up straight.
The other students all turned to Lyra.
"I think a mosquito bit me," Lyra said, laughing nervously as she tried to assure them nothing was wrong. She pretended to scratch around herself to sell the lie.
Twilight smiled to herself. Lyra was doing the hard work for her.
Exercising the better part of valor, Twilight pretended to close the book and to let the attention die down before resuming her vicious conquest. Having Bon-Bon look at her and Lyra act up in a row like that wouldn't be good if she didn't want to remain undetected.
So she waited, and waited, and waited as long as she could, but Granny Smith's lessons - or rather, her long diatribes about humorous recollections of events that happened at the annual Apple Family reunion - were so dull and so boring.
Twilight returned to her game, pressing her finger subtly up into Bon-Bon's snatch.
Bon-Bon swatted at her lap like a fly was loose in it, smacking Twilight's finger and making Twilight recoil.
Ow. Twilight shook her finger. That hurt. Bon-Bon was a fighter, apparently.
As far as Twilight knew, Bon-Bon wasn't anything more than just another ordinary Canterlot High School girl (at least as ordinary as one can be while attending a school regularly attacked by super powered ponies in human form). Where she did she learn to move so fast?
"Hmm." Twilight needed to take a different approach. But what? What?
I know, Twilight thought. She reached into her bag and got out a water bottle. She uncapped it and stuck each of her fingers in, one a time, getting each of them just slightly wet.
Then she rammed her wet thumb straight up into Bon-Bon's cunt.
Bon-Bon squealed, clutching at her desk in the hopes of maintaining her composure, grimacing.
"Eh, Bonbon?" Granny Smith asked. "You alright there, sweetie?"
"Fine," Bon-Bon said. She was starting to draw the attention of the other students. "Just allergies. And it's Bon-Bon."
Twilight couldn't hear and distinguish what the difference was.
Sure you are, Twilight thought with a smirk. She shifted her thumb, twisting it like a drill inside Bon-Bon's snatch.
"Would you stop that!" Bon-Bon shouted at her lap, earning another odd look from her neighboring students.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Never better," Bon-Bon said. "I mean, I feel so ... so … um. So ..." She struggled for a word, grimaced and scanned the room. Her eyes doubled back to Twilight Sparkle.
Twilight's first thought was to take her thumb out to try and divert Bon-Bon's suspicion, but she stopped, realizing that if she stopped right as Bon-Bon's eyes were looking at her, she wouldn't divert the suspicion; she would confirm it.
Faced with this, Twilight did what Sunset Shimmer or Rainbow Dash would tell her to do in a situation like this; double down.
She took her index and middle finger and added them to her thumb and poked around inside Bon-Bon like a defunct crane machine trying to pick a prize out.
Bon-Bon's face tuckered in on like she just ate a raw lemon whole.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the nurse?" Bon-Bon's neighboring student whispered.
"Mmm," Bon-Bon squeaked with uncertainty. She looked around the room again and her eyes fell on Lyra.
Twilight looked back and forth between Bon-Bon and Lyra, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Oh, I know, Twilight realized. Bon-Bon doesn't want to go see the nurse unless Lyra goes with her. Well, who I am to get in the way of true love?
Twilight propped her book up on her desk.
"Hey," Twilight's neighbor leaned over her shoulder and whispered, "what book are you reading?"
Twilight quickly snapped it shut to hide her mischief - and caught her hand inside the book as she did. She winced at the pain, as Bon-Bon, who felt part of the whole thing.
"It's, um, a very old book," Twilight said. "You wouldn't be interested in it."
"Okay, fine," the student grumbled, sinking back into her seat and resting her hand on her cheek. "Be that way."
Note to self, Twilight thought. Make her next on the list. An orgasm is a perfectly good way to make up for not helping her with a book, right?
Twilight considered how she would react if someone tried to do the same thing for her, offering sex in lieu of a book, and saw herself doing an impression of a cat and scratching up their face.
I'll tell her what it is after class. Where was I?
Twilight pressed her fingers firmly into Lyra's snatch, rubbing it back and forth with a piston-like motion, rubbing it like her hand was a wipe.
"Heee," Lyra grimaced, blushing and sweating.
"Girls," Granny Smith said. "Nurse. Now."
"Nurse?" Bon-Bon said. "We don't need to see the nurse." She got up from her seat, desperately trying to ignore the pleasure from her throbbing clit. "But, uh, on a completely unrelated note, I do need to use the bathroom."
"I need to use the bathroom, too," Lyra said, pushing herself up slowly from her chair, careful to keep the hand from pushing inside further.
"Go," Granny Smith said, pointing at the door with her thumb. "Be quick."
Bon-Bon and Lyra waddled their way towards the door, taking long, slow steps to try and fight off the pleasure.
Twilight chuckled, smirking to herself.
The bell rang.
"Oh," Granny Smith. "Well, good timing for them, I guess."
The students packed up their bags and crowded out into the hallway.
Twilight packed her bag while keeping her book open. She was careful not to let anyone look over her shoulder. She didn't want to explain why there appeared to be two vaginas in her pages.
Going into the hallway, Twilight caught sight of Bon-Bon and Lyra, still waddling slowly.
Determined to finish what she started, Twilight sat down on a bench and hid the book behind her. She pushed and rubbed harder at the two nubs, switching back and forth quickly between both girls’ exposed slits like it was a game of DDR and each one was taking turns flashing a que at her.
Come on, Twilight thought. Do it. You know you want to ...
Bon-Bon halted in place. Lyra stopped to help.
"Bon-Bon?" Lyra asked. "Are you okay?"
"I can't take it anymore!" Bon-Bon said. A streak appeared in her skirt as she allowed her vagina to spill out precum into her panties.
She grabbed Lyra by the shoulders and threw her up against the lockers. "Lyra, I love you!"
Without asking, she pulled down Lyra's skirt, and then her own.
Twilight's jaw dropped in shock. She wasn't expecting Bon-Bon to lose her cool like that or anything like this to happen. She took her hands out of the book, but it was too late now. The orgasms were happening, and Bon-Bon and Lyra were past the point where anything could be done to stop them.
Other students and a few stray teachers paused to stop and stare as Bon-Bon and Lyra came, squirting furiously, shooting their cum into the other, getting wet, slick, gooey fluids all over the other's thighs.
When the act was done, their orgasms finished, Lyra and Bon-Bon dropped to their butts on the floor, too exhausted to stand up.
"Bon-Bon, I ... love you ... too," Lyra said, throwing her head back against the lockers and closing her eyes.
Bon-Bon sank further, falling on her stomach.
She looked directly at Twilight Sparkle, pointed at her eyes, and then at Twilight, before resting her head on the floor and closing her eyes.
The crowd stood there for several moments, struggling to process what they had seen.
Principal Celestia waded out from the crowd and looked at the two passed out students on the floor. She cast her gaze around.
"Will someone please get ..." Celestia paused. “First, the janitor, to clean up the mess they’ve made, second, the nurse, to check out these girls?”
Author's Note
After all the talk about it potentially being Midnight Sparkle, I had half a mind to make the ending have Sunset Shimmer come out of the school to find Midnight Sparkle in full control and rampaging around the place, but I decided that would be too busy of an ending for what's been a fairly lax story.
The commissioner has stated they are open to commission more of this story, but I'm going to mark it as "Complete" and then treat any continuations as a sequel, as I have another commissioner on the line who's discussed paying for their own, entirely different sequel to this story and I'd really like for that deal to go through and to get started on that.
