Pinkie Pie popped out of the bushes, startling the local flower vendor and her customer, odd, considering they really should have been used to Pinkie Pie’s antics by now, but they remained startled.
Pinkie Pie squinted into the distance. She bounded out of the bush and rolled into the bushes on the opposing side of town.
The vendor on this side was used to her antics, and had firmly planted a “THIS AREA NOT TO BE USED FOR WHATEVER PINKIE PIE IS UP TO NOW” sign next to his stall.
Pinkie Pie ignored it, of course.
She continued on her path, zigzagging between the rows of houses until she approached her destination.
Twilight Sparkle’s library.
With another unnecessary roll, she approached the front of the library.
She somersaulted to the door and stood up dramatically.
She reared her hand back and … politely knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” came Spike’s voice, sounding harsher than usual, lacking his usual friendliness.
Pinkie Pie wasn’t sure why he would sound like that.
“It’s Pinkie Pie!” Pinkie Pie shouted. “You know, Twilight’s best friend? And yours? Element of Laughter? The best party-thrower in all of Equestria, local town party-”
The door opened and Spike clamped on Pinkie’s mouth.
“I know you are, Pinkie Pie,” Spike said. He looked at her dubiously. “Why are you here?”
“I want to see Twilight,” Pinkie tapped her foot impatiently.
Twilight Sparkle hadn’t been out of her house for a few days. It wasn’t abnormal for her to lock herself inside while she lost herself in a good book, or a study project for either Princess Celestia or herself, but Pinkie could usually at least see her come out to buy food every now and then.
She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Twilight in the last seventy-two hours. And she intended to get to the bottom of why. Save Twilight Sparkle from herself and pull her away from the book by force if she had to. Sometimes Twilight stayed inside too much for her own good.
“Twilight’s not taking visitors right now,” Spike said hastily, and moved to close the door.
Pinkie held her hand out and kept the door from stopping. Spike tried to force the door shut anyway, but Pinkie Pie’s grip proved stronger than his.
“Let me see my friend, Spike!” Pinkie demanded. “What is with you? Why are you acting like this?”
Spike pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Fine.” He let go of the door and motioned for her to come inside, quickly closing the door behind Pinkie.
“Hey,” Pinkie said, “this isn’t like one of those fanfics where one of the good guys is secretly a murderer, is it?” Pinkie gasped. “Have you and Twilight been making horse meat cupcakes? Have you been murderers this whole time?”
“What? No! No!” Spike shook his head. “There’s no murderer, Pinkie, no … horse meat, no cupcakes. Twilight’s just been dealing with a little problem lately.”
“What kind of problem?” Pinkie asked. “What kind of problem would it possibly be that she didn’t ask her friends for help?”
Spike rubbed his shoulder shyly. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t really want to talk about it. Why don’t I show you?”
Spike led Pinkie up the stairs and opened the door to Twilight Sparkle’s room.
Pinkie Pie gave Spike a suspicious look and went inside.
Twilight was lying on her bed, and she bolted upright at the sight of Pinkie.
“Spike!” Twilight wailed. “I thought I told you not to let anyone inside!”
“She insisted,” Spike said with a shrug. He closed the door.
Twilight drew back against the head of her bed. “Hello, Pinkie Pie,” she said, looking over at the window rather than Pinkie.
“Hey, Twilight!” Pinkie said. She approached Twilight’s bed and scanned Twilight up and down.
“Haven’t seen you in awhile. A few days. I was starting to get worried about you.”
“I appreciate that,” Twilight said. She gestured to the whole of her body. “But as you can see, I am fine, so I would really appreciate it if you would turn around and leave now.”
“Twilight,” Pinkie said patronizingly, “are you slipping back into old habits again? It’s not a very good friendship if you just spend your time cooped up in the library and never let anybody see you! Do we know what we call that, Twilight? We call that being antisocial.”
“Well, maybe I’m feeling a little antisocial,” Twilight said. “I’m an introvert, you know. I need time away from people.”
“Bah!” Pinkie looked over the room. She saw the pillow resting on Twilight’s knees and got a sly grin on her face. “Twilight, you rascally dog!”
“What?” Twilight blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You’ve got a pillow on top of you!” Pinkie gestured to said pillow.
“Yes,” Twilight nodded, not following Pinkie in the slightest.
“And everybody knows you don’t put pillows on your knees when you’re trying to cut yourself off from people! You put pillows on your knees to be seats for your friends?”
“What? No, Pinkie, wait-”
Pinkie jumped onto the bed and parked her rear on the pillow, making Twilight grunt in pain. Pinkie did her best to get comfortable, but there was something uneven about the pillow that made it difficult.
She gasped. “Oh no! Twilight! I get it now!”
“You … do?” Twilight said, brushing a hand against her bangs and blushing. “It’s a little embarrassing, so you can see why I didn’t want to ...”
“You have a boyfriend coming over!”
Twilight closed her eyes. “What?”
“I mean, think about it! It’s obvious, isn’t it? You don’t want to see anybody, but you’ve got a knee pillow out for your boyfriend to sit on you when he comes over! It all makes sense! Honestly, Twilight, I wished you had said something before I sat down.”
“I did try to say something, but you ...” Twilight rubbed at her temples.
Pinkie felt something stiff and bumpy beneath her pillow cushion, and shifted the weight of her butt left and right, trying to figure out what it was. She looked over in concern. “Twilight, why are you so … lumpy?”
“I don’t know, Pinkie Pie,” Twilight said, and to anyone other than an attention-challenged bundle of impulses loosely tied together like Pinkie Pie, it was obvious she was lying and badly.
“But I would really appreciate it if you would leave now so Spike and I can investigate it by ourselves and figure it out.”
“No can do, Twilight,” Pinkie Pie said, getting up from the bed. “I can’t let you stay in here for a day longer! If I do, you’re probably turn into a friendship sucking vampire or something!”
“That’s not how vampires work,” Twilight said. “And Pinkie, not hanging out with my friends for a few days isn’t going to magically turn me into some kind of monster.”
“Then explain Nightmare Moon,” Pinkie said.
Twilight didn’t have any good counter arguments.
“Ha! Mate and check,” Pinkie said. “Now, let’s see what’s under the hood here.”
“Trust me, Pinkie, you really don’t want to -”
Pinkie lifted the pillow off Twilight’s crotch and was taken aback by what she saw.
She blinked to make sure she was seeing correctly. Because to her, it looked like in a valley of naked purple skin made by Twilight’s exposed thighs, right at the center between them, where by rights Pinkie should have seen a vertical slit in Twilight’s body was instead a rigid, upright penis, standing up stiff and throbbing ever so slightly.
Pinkie put a hand over her mouth as she took in this sight.
Twilight bit her lips in embarrassment.
“Yes,” Twilight said. “I have a dick now.”
“Twilight,” Pinkie said, “I didn’t know you were trans.”
“What? No!”
“Oh, my bad. Intersex, then?”
“No! No! I identify as a cis female, Pinkie! Here’s what happened. Spike was feeling bad about not being taller, so … I was going to use a spell to give him a little height, just for a little awhile, nothing permanent, and it … backfired. Just a little.”
“Give Spike a few extra inches vertically and you getting a dick is backfiring ‘a little’?” Pinkie asked dubiously.
Twilight shrugged.
“Look, Pinkie Pie, what have you to understand is, this is the reason I haven’t been out in a few days. Spike and I have been researching spells to try and get rid of it, but so far nothing’s worked. I was going to … stay in for a little while until Spike and I were able to fix it.”
“Twilight,” Pinkie said, “you know you can come to me and the other girls to help you with
anything, right? Even something like … this,” she gestured uncomfortably to Twilight’s shaft. “What did you think was going to happen? That we would make fun of you? None of us would make fun of you for messing up a spell, Twilight.”
“Not even Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked, doubtful.
Pinkie tapped her fingers. “Okay, Rainbow Dash probably would. But think about it, Twilight! If we made fun of you every time a spell of yours backfired, we probably wouldn’t even be able to have a normal conversation!”
“I guess you’re right – hey, wait a minute, what do you mean by that?” Twilight squinted. “Are you implying that my spells backfire frequently?”
Pinkie averted from Twilight’s gaze.
“I am a talented master of magic who studied under Princess Celestia, and I will not have you besmirch me, or her, or the name of Celestia’s Gifted School for Talented Students by implying that I do not have complete and total control over my-”
“Have you tried using it?”
That made Twilight Sparkle stop her rant. “What?”
“Your dick,” Pinkie said, pointing to the elephant in the room. Or worm, she supposed. “Have you tried using it?”
Twilight tilted her head in confusion. “Using … it?”
“Yeah!” Pinkie said. She paused. She didn’t have that much faith in her argument – she just wanted to say something to get Twilight off the tangent that she was on.
“Well … you said you and Spike haven’t been able to get rid of it, right/” Pinkie took a seat, uninvited, by the bed. “So, why not trying using it? Maybe if you make it … uh, you know, it might … go away.”
It took longer than it should have for an adult like Twilight to figure out Pinkie Pie’s meaning, and when she did, her face lit up like a Christmas time. “You mean … like, use it?”
“Yup,” Pinkie said. “Yuppers. Yessiree, Bob.”
“That’s ridiculous. Of course I didn’t try that. The idea – the very idea that I would … with this thing … is ludicrous!” Twilight sighed heavily. “And yet … maybe you’re right. Maybe that is why it hasn’t gone away.”
“You said it was supposed to just be a temporary spell, right?” Pinkie asked. “So maybe this is another temporary spell with a condition. Like, “gives the user a dick up until they’re made to .. cum,’” Pinkie said.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt to try it,” Twilight said. She tapped her chin, reconsidering her position. “Unless maybe I gave someone an STI … if I have new genitalia, then the results of my last test still apply, or-?”
“It’s a magic dick, Twilight,” Pinkie said. “It’s not a very good magic dick if it doesn’t come with its own protection, is it?”
Twilight didn’t want to agree with this sentiment, but found she couldn’t argue against it.
“Okay, point taken,” Twilight said. “So, now that we’ve figured that out, what do we do next?”
“Well, the next thing, I think, would be to find someone to have sex with you,” Pinkie said. “I mean, unless you want to masturbate with it… do you want to masturbate with it? Because hey, I won’t judge. I’m not judging, I like to experiment myself every now and then-”
“Pinkie!” Twilight snapped. “Too much information!”
“Sorry.”
“No,” Twilight said. “I do not want to masturbate with it. For one thing, I … wouldn’t know how.”
“You wouldn’t know how?” Pinkie asked. “Twilight, have you ever handled a dick before in your life? It’s easy.”
“No, I have not, because I had more important things to worry about,” Twilight said, “like studying, or saving the world from threats like Discord and Chrysalis.” She narrowed her eyes at Pinkie.
“Okay, okay!” Pinkie looked at the floor, trying to think. She looked back at Twilight.
“You know,” Pinkie said. “I’m here. I could -”
“No,” Twilight snapped, pointing her finger. “I know what you’re going to say, and no, no. The answer is no.”
“Twilight!” Pinkie said. “You need to do something!”
“I agree, but doing … it with you is not an option!”
Pinkie Pie ignored her and thrust a hand, grabbing Twilight’s shaft and giving it a good rub.
“Ooh!” Twilight blushed. “That does feel good...”
Pinkie continued rubbing Twilight’s dick up and down, a smile spreading slowly across her face.
“Do you like that, Twilight?” Pinkie asked. “I must admit, this is a fine dick, if I do say so myself ...”
Twilight looked away in embarrassment.
“Right.” Pinkie leaned down and continued rubbing and stroking Twilight’s shaft until it got good and hard.
Then she climbed onto the bed, got on all fours, and bobbed her head down, taking Twilight’s dick into her mouth and sucking it, pressing the tip of her tongue to the tip of Twilight’s member.
“Pinkie!” Twilight said.
Pinkie stopped, pulling away and looking at Twilight with innocent blue eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” She placed a hand assuringly on Twilight’s leg. “I’ll stop if you want me to, Twilight.”
“No, no,” Twilight shook her head. “It’s just a little sudden, that’s all. You can keep going … you know, if you want.”
Pinkie licked her lips in anticipation. “I think I do.” She brought her head down on Twilight’s meat and took it into her mouth with gusto.
Twilight felt her cock twitch and throb in response to Pinkie’s suckling and she gripped the side of her bed.
It was a strange and unusual experience for Twilight, not only having a cock but having someone – one of her best friends no less – suck it. And not just suck it, but suck it with enthusiasm.
Twilight pursed her lips, trying to resist the moan threatening to escape her lips. Her rod pulsated again, and the moan escaped, despite her best efforts.
Pinkie heard the moan and decided to capitalize on it. She took her fingers and began drumming Twilight’s cock lightly on either side while she continued to suck the tip, the skin of it folding up and down as Pinkie rubbed with her fingers.
“You like that?” Pinkie said with a grin, getting into it.
“No. Yes. Maybe.” Twilight said.
“Do you want me to make you cum, Twilight?” Pinkie asked.
“Um, yes?” Twilight said. “I thought that the whole point?”
“I’m playing, Twilight! Try to keep up,” Pinkie said dourly. “You clearly know nothing about sex.”
“I know some things,” Twilight said.
“Things you didn’t read in a textbook?”
“... no.”
Pinkie sighed. “Fine. Let’s just get to the good part, and then maybe we can teach you a few things about actual sex.”
Pinkie took the shaft back into her mouth, taking it all the way deep into her throat and bobbing up and down.
Twilight clutched harder at the side of her bed, beginning to buck her hips as she felt her release coming on. There was a distinct pressure forming in the base of her shaft and she couldn’t imagine having to deal with this pressure every time one had sex. How do guys stand it? It felt like the orgasm itself was a big tease, constantly coming in and out of her rod …
Until the switch flipped, and she was cumming, shooting a strong, thick wad of semen straight into Pinkie Pie’s mouth, filling it with a salty taste and making a mess of bed sheets as it dripped from Pinkie’s mouth onto the bed.
Twilight was at once both relieved and disappointed. She was glad to have gotten it over with, but the orgasm itself felt like it lasted both too long and not long enough. It should have gone on for at least another thirty seconds and also quit in the same amount of time.
“Pinkie ...” Twilight said, panting. Hormones taking over her, she grabbed the base of her shaft and attempted to stroke in the vain attempt to induce a second orgasm. “That was amazing. I want to do it again.”
“You do?” Pinkie asked, resting her head on her hand while cum continued to swim around her face. “I thought you wanted to get rid of this thing.” She gave Twilight’s dick a flick with her finger.
“That was before we did – this! That was fantastic!” Twilight said. “I … I … suck me off again, Pinkie!”
“Okay,” Pinkie said. “If you’re sure, but I have to warn you, Twilight, not everyone can just cum twice like that … like right now, see?”
Pinkie pointed, and Twilight watched as her dick shrunk and lost its hardness, then shrunk further and further, until it sank into her skin and disappeared, letting her vagina resume its natural place. She was, by all accounts, normal, except for the seed that spilled onto her bedsheets.
“We did it!” Pinkie said. “You’re all cured, Twilight!”
Spike burst through the door, and Twilight shifted her blanket over. “Did I hear that right? Is Twilight cured?”
“No,” Twilight said. “Pinkie’s just being silly. Go keep guarding the door, Spike.”
Spike groaned, but went to his task without complaint.
“Why did you lie to him, Twilight?” Pinkie asked. “The dick went away, didn’t it?”
Twilight whipped the sheet off and revealed a dick between her thighs again.
“You cast the spell again while I wasn’t looking, didn’t you?” Pinkie asked.
“Yup.” Twilight gestured to her rod. “Please?”
Pinkie rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Okay. For you, because you’re my friend.”
And with a little magical help, they had a good time for the next hour or so.
Author's Note
I'm sure people are going to ask me if I'll write any more of this, since futa is a popular fetish and TwiPie is a popular ship.
To which the answer, as always, is "if someone commissions it, yes, then I'll write more."
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