What Can I Do?

Twilight stood placid in front of the mirror. She took a deep breathe and changed expressions. With surprising ease and clarity, she was uttering phrases that would make even the most seasoned of lovers blush.

"Fuck me, Fluid. Your cock fits so good inside my little pussy."

"Hm...Please fuck me Fluid, your cock fits so good inside my...tiny pussy? Little pussy. Little pussy is better. Please, no not please..just fuck me. I'll strike the please."

Twilight takes a moment to compose herself. "Fuck me Fluid. Your cock fits inside my little-"

"I don't mean to interrupt darling-"

"Ahhhh!! Rarity!!"

"Just popped by to drop off the conditioner."

"Oh gosh, I was just-"

"Oh please Twilight, you needn't explain to me! The things my bathroom mirror has heard over the years! Well, let's just say it's a good thing walls can't talk. I daresay, they'd have some dirt on me.

"Thanks Rarity. I'm sorry, did you hear much of that??.

"I came in around the time you were recanting how much of a 'little mareslut' you were."

"Ugh..."

"Oh posh darling, may I?"

"Sure?"

"Ohh fuck me Fluid, like a dirty little mare! Aahhh! Oooh pull my tail on to that big cock! Goddesses, you're stretching out my little pussy so good, please don't stop, give me everything darling, every drop, I want every drop of that thick cum! Mmmm cum inside me Fluid! Oh fuck I'm cumming too! Ahhh Fluid! MmmmIfeel it shooting inside me. Mmmmfuck!... See? Nothing to it darling."

Rarity winked. What's with everypony winking at me lately?

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Twilight. This is completely normal. He is coming to get his scarf and just might possibly check off at least a few of the things I've now compiled to be the proper methods to pounding my pussy.

"Hi. You have my scarf, right?"

"Hello, welcome to the Poiville librarian. I'm scarf and I have your Twilight."

I know exactly what I'm doing. Most people would mistake that as a clumsy use of words, but I'm a pony with a plan. Obviously, my words are part of why he was attracted to me in the first place. Those were a bit more fumbled than I intended, but that is to be expected and I have taken this into account. I know that he finds my awkwardness charming, and my rear to be, well-shaped and soft. At least, so I gathered, based upon the fact that he slipped inside me, after mentioning the shape of my plot and the consistency of my skin. Then, after I mentioned how handsome I thought his posterior was and the physical attributes of his nose, (which is an odd thing to say, adding to the group of data that leans toward the theory that somehow my ineptness will inflate his attraction towards me.) He had moved my tail to the side and started the process of copulation. I was wet long before he entered me at that time, but that's only because he mentioned how well shaped my posterior was, and that it was cute that I was blushing and didn't have the best way with words, hence my adjustments to behaviour and grooming at this time; I have brushed my tail in such a way, where it sways to the side, slightly giving a more liberal view of my butt and with some foresight I have maintained the thought of him throbbing inside of me, letting that process flush my cheeks, fuel my words and in result have them be less than satisfactory in regards to sentence structure and sense. At the same time, making the blood rush to my reproductive organs so I'll be wet in advance for easier access. The scent of my ponyhood will subconsciously arouse Mr. Ounce, and tap into (harmlessly and tastefully) his more latent and instinctive nature to mate. The strength of my scent should be more alluring and potent after the adjustments to my diet for the past few days as suggested by the Zebraharan's Field Guide to Mating Rituals, thus my chances of flirty engagements increase, and we eventually have wonderful intercourse. I have stricken the word "Okay" from my vocabulary because of repeated use and would possibly hurt my chances being perceived as a plain Jane pony, who lacks the ability to talk dirty. I've spent the past day reading up on the proper use of dirty words and have practiced a few choice sentences in the mirror. In conclusion, if I stick to the plan, be myself and naturally let the symptoms of the thought of him inside me work their magic, I will; Endear myself to him enough through all of these variables, that he'll want to bring my pussy to repeated orgasm with his very well proportioned dick.

"Cool thanks. I'll catch you later."

"Okay!"

"Hey, Twilight. Why did you need this towel again?"

Twilight wiped her face.
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Dear Twilight,

I am not surprised that once again the silent entreaties we send to the ones we are attracted to, go unnoticed. This has been a consistent trend for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, raising the sun every morning, and to have your hair perpetually flowing with rays of light, isn't enough to catch the attention of a dull Colt. I appreciate your attention to detail, as always but perhaps in this particular subject, less is better. I still possess the ability to blush, like any pony. But I do admit that, vicariously, I have enjoyed your last two letters. But I remain respectful to your frustrations and only wish that I could provide appropriate advice. But each of us is unique and the colors we use to reach out to each other is too broad in spectrum. I suppose there are some things even I can't teach you or perhaps am too hesitant to. To help you in this regard is a dilemma. On one hoof, I've watched you grow as a filly and it is an awkward subject for me to approach. On the other hoof, I treasure your development and if there's any way I can help foster that, I believe I should. If you would like, continue to write me about this matter and I will provide what input I can, though I think I should keep it to my opinions as an educator and not as a marefriend. If I must be honest though, it is tempting to do otherwise.

Your faithful mentor,

Princess Celestia