The door swings shut behind me, sealing Twilight and myself in her bedroom. It's not a necessary step, since Spike hasn't lived here for some time, but one done out of habit nonetheless. After all, even though we've been together for some years now, she's still timid, a little shy. That trepidation, however, is one of the traits I find most endearing about my darling little bookworm, her innocence a beautiful juxtaposition to the passion with which we celebrate our love.
Today, however, there's a mischievous gleam in those lavender eyes, and she certainly gave no hints about her intentions for this evening, only telling me that she has a “surprise” in store. Now that we're alone, I feel compelled to ask, “All right, Twilight, now what's this promised surprise?”
She flashes a toothy grin, looking even more adorable than usual, before responding, “Well, you see, I've been studying extensively while you've been out the past few days, and while it took a lot longer than I expected, I've finally mastered a new spell!” She shuts her eyes and raises her head in pride, her cute little smile of accomplishment warming my heart.
I should have known it would be a spell; if there's one thing my Twilight is good at, it's magic. Well, magic and studying. And studying about magic. All right, she's good at a lot of things, but most of them involve both studying and magic in some capacity, and that includes our excursions in the bedroom. A little enhancement spell here, an enchantment to heighten sensitivity there, and nothing's quite the same. Just thinking about those past experiments has gotten me feeling hot under the collar, and I ask, “And pray tell, what exactly is this spell you're so excited about?”
She steps close, her eyes half-lidded, and says in a husky whisper, “Well, I can't tell you, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?” She cocks her head to the side. “So, shall we begin?”
That's all I need to hear, and in less than a second, I've drawn her head to mine, our lips joined together in blissful contact. I lick her gently, and she responds in kind, our tongues asking for access. Our jaws widen as we push closer into each other, tongues meeting in the middle with a handshake and a how-do-you-do, swirling around one another gently. I've always imagined her taste to be similar to that of the dusk air over a meadow full of daisies, a calm, subtle essence that sets my mind at ease while sending tingles through my body. Now, that flavor permeates my taste buds, and I shiver slightly as our pink organs engage in a tame wrestling match, our joined mouths the arena.
While I tell myself I'd be content with just heavy making out, I know that's not entirely true, and as we pull away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva still joining our tongues as we pant to catch our breath, I see in her sultry eyes that she certainly won't be either. She places a hoof on my withers and says, “Are you ready?”
“As I'll ever be,” I respond with an edge of confidence. Our kiss certainly has me riled up, and I'm looking forward to whatever she has planned.
Her eyes light up. “Then lie down on the bed, on your back please.”
So prim and proper; it's endearing. I give a smile and do as she asks, reclining atop the sheets, my forelegs tucked close to my body and my hind legs splayed out slightly. A peek down shows that I've begun to slip free of the bonds of my sheath, and a habitual blush creeps onto my cheeks as I look up to see Twilight admiring my rising arousal with hungry eyes. She breaks her stare to gaze at me. “Just close your eyes, Turner, and let me take care of everything.”
I grin and follow her order, my body quivering with anticipation and my heartbeat increasing rapidly. I don't know where or when the first contact will come, and I simply breathe and try to remain calm as I await her first action.
Nearly a minute goes by, and still nothing; my erection runs the risk of retreating back into its hiding place if I don't receive some attention soon, and I say quietly, “Twilight, is everything all – ah!”
There it is, the first sensation of touch against my hardening member. Something about it is different, though; it's not rough and wet like her tongue, so I'm sure she's not giving me any sort of oral attention, but it also doesn't feel like a hoof. It's as though there are several different points of contact, soft and gentle against my sensitive flesh, each one sending an electric rush through my nervous system. The feeling is unfamiliar, yes, but it doesn't take long for me to realize that it's absolutely marvelous, such a deviation from the norm that my brain is having a little trouble processing all the new sensations coursing through me. Suddenly, there's friction, whatever's touching me now sliding along my growing erection, and I grit my teeth as the sensation of being pleasured in this way comes across much, much stronger than I've ever felt, save for when I'm buried in the warm, wet depths of my dear Twilight. I can't take it any longer, and I crack open my eyes and look toward the source of the touch.
I'm certainly not prepared for what I see. My stallionhood is hard and rising rapidly, and I immediately see the reason why. A purple-hued hand – four fingers, thumb, palm, the whole works – has gripped my shaft and is slowly and steadily pumping up and down its length, soon leaving me standing at full attention while the ethereal extremity continues its work. I manage to look beyond the curious sight, and at the foot of the bed, her horn aglow and her eyes shut, I see Twilight Sparkle. Between gasps, I say, “What in – unh – Equestria is this, Twi – ah! – Twilight?”
Her lids part, and she looks down to admire her rather literal handiwork. “This, Time Turner, is the new spell I've been working on for the past several days, and I have to say, I think it's turned out quite nicely.” I give her a stare of confusion, even as I grunt against the continued stroking of the magical hand, and she continues, “It's a magical conjuration, given form through concentrated molecular manipulation and extensive mental imaging. I based the design off that of a minotaur's hands, as I didn't think a dragon claw or bear paw would produce quite the same effect. Isn't it great?” she asks with a wide, silly grin.
I chuckle, then gasp again as the hand ceases its stimulation for just a moment. “So, it's a hand made of magic?”
“Exactly!” she cries with a little clap of her hooves. She looks at me expectantly. “Do you like it?”
The hand gives another stroke, and I moan before answering. “It's wonderful. You're just too clever for your own good, my dear.”
“Thanks,” she says with a slight blush, and with a narrowing of her eyes, she refocuses on my shaft, her magical apparatus settling back into its steady motion. This has been going on for long enough that I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out, especially as she increases the speed slightly, sending my brain into a dizzying spin of pleasure.
Between groans of ecstasy, I say, “What about – ah – you?”
Suddenly, the motion stops, and my mind spins for a few seconds before settling down and granting me clarity. I look up to see Twilight, her face ponderous as she rubs her chin with a hoof. She mumbles, “You know, I didn't think about that.” I'm just about to offer my services when her eyes widen and she exclaims, “Ooh, that's perfect!” Before I know it, she's leaped up onto the bed beside me, reclined on her own back and snuggled against my body. “I'll simply create a duplicate for myself! Then we can both know what it's like!” She gives me a peck on the nose before closing her eyes once again, the glow of her horn intensifying.
I watch in wonder as the air above Twilight swirls with a magical lavender glow, a seemingly infinite number of tiny specks of light spinning closer and closer together until they begin to take shape, forming into a hand that appears identical to the one currently gripping me. With a final flash, the magical extremity is complete, and Twilight looks up at her second conjuration with pride. I continue to stare, entranced, as it glides through the air, toward her nethers, and settles against her body. She gives an adorable squeak as it makes contact with her marehood, already slightly moist if the reflecting light is any indication, and the hand begins to rub against her, her breath now coming in gasps punctuated by little moans of pleasure. Her eyes close, and she starts to lose herself in the pleasure; I would be jealous of the hand that is now stroking her gently along her entrance, but the scene before me is so surreal and beautiful that I simply watch for a while.
Her self-stimulation, however, can only go so far, and I gently place a hoof on her shoulder. She opens her eyes slightly and turns to me, panting from the excitement. “Twilight, you all right?”
“Oh, Time Turner,” she moans, “this feels even better than I imagined. It's...I can't even describe...”
“I couldn't agree more,” I say with a soft smile. “Now, what do you say we both enjoy ourselves?”
She turns her face away, the blush that was there spreading wider. “Oh, I'm so sorry! I got so caught up in all of that, I almost forgot about you. I didn't mean to stop.”
I stroke her shoulder gently. “That's quite all right, my dear. I'm sure that maintaining this type of spell requires a great deal of concentration, and it's probably hard to focus when you're giving yourself that kind of attention.” I give her a wink and a sly grin. “So, shall we continue, Twilight?”
Those gorgeous lavender eyes narrow again, and she purrs, “It would be my pleasure.”
Both ethereal hands come to life, the one around my shaft starting its stroking motion again and putting me right back on the roller coaster of pleasure. Judging by the gasps and moans from the mare beside me, her own hand is having the same effect as it stimulates her marehood. I loop my hind leg around hers, joining us together as she drives us both closer to the edge of bliss. Through the cloud of pleasure building in my brain, I look over at my Twilight, her face scrunched up in both concentration and euphoria. I slide a hoof to her cheek, and she opens her eyes to look at me, heaving breaths escaping her as the magical hands carry on their work faithfully. Even as the pleasure builds, I lean in and kiss her once more, our lips vibrating against one another with each moan and coo of joy.
The tingling sensation arrives, and I make no effort to hold back, releasing eagerly against the ministrations of the magical hand of my lover. My seed splatters everywhere, but I could care less, her conjuration pumping furiously to draw every last drop possible out of me. My eyes roll back in my head as my mind is overwhelmed by all the pleasure of the moment; beside me, I hear the familiar sounds of the librarian's orgasm, a sequence of increasingly loud exclamations of “Oh!” building up to an elongated, quivering moan and a shudder across her adorable purple body.
For a while, we lay there, the magical extremities dissipating as Twilight's mind rides its high, much like my own. The only sound that echoes through the bedroom is breathing, long and slow inhalations and exhalations as we come down from our euphoric crest. At long last, I break the silence. “Oh Celestia, I love you, you clever little bookworm.” I roll over and give her a soft kiss on the cheek.
She smiles and blushes. “Love you too, Time Turner. I'm glad you liked the spell.”
“Liked it?” I say incredulously. “I've never experienced anything quite like it. And to be honest, I really can't wait to try it again.”
“Not right now,” she says, her voice tired. “That takes a lot of magic to get right.”
“I can wait,” I say in a low, sultry voice, and we join together in another brief kiss.
As we pull away, she says, “You know, the spell itself is relatively basic; it's the formation of the hand that was the difficult part. The spell allows for a great deal of versatility, however, and the caster can form their magic into any number of objects, as long as they have a clear mental picture of the thing they wish to replicate.” Her eyes narrow while her smile widens. “So, maybe next time, I can make something a little...different.”
We both blush as the possibilities rush through our minds, and I count myself truly fortunate to have such a smart, clever, studious, and unbelievably sexy mare to call my own.
