Fantasy

by MegatronsPen

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Horror, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 1055

A serial of Twilight Sparkle masturbating to ponies she knows.

Twilight discovers some things about herself.

That's all I got on the description.

Published 2020-08-27 01:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-27 01:40:01 UTC

Butterfly

“You know what?” Twilight sighed, moving to place a hoof on top of the mirror before, staring deep into the image that looked back before her. “You know, what I want. Do not deny it. Do not, deny it.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, obviously.” Twilight snarled through nostrils. “Who else?”

“Ah… Well. We both know you are without temptation. Without desires and needs. I believe you are just a little child seeking something to lock on to. Something to feel the need to press lips and to know that it is yours? To feel dick… to feel… vagina---actually what is it you want, Twilight Sparkle? Hm?” There’s a scoff. “Hm? What is it?”

The hoof scraped down the mirror, sliding away the condensation of her breath and smudging her distorted, panting face.

Deep down she shook. Like a tremor that refused to leave.

“What if she says no?” Twilight asked the image that looked like her, but it was… odd. Distorted beyond the surface.

“Then we take her. We shall remove all those ill thoughts and produce something that can be… produced, shall we say? An enemy of my enemy is my friend, as the saying goes. But… how shall we do this? Shall we assume that they know?”

Twilight Sparkle shook her head. “We can never know the true--”

“Oh come on now, Twilight Sprinkles! Look at the facts here. She comes, and comes again… Don’t read too much into it. Or rather… would you like she came, and came again?”

Twilight backed up from the mirror, shaking her head, her wings drooping, her head lowered in almost ashamed abandon. “There is so much to forget and to forgive. And yet her… carapace… her green hair, her eyes of emerald… I want to forgive her and yet she ruined my friends so much… she… is a liar. A Queen of so much lies… How can I…”

Twilight Sparkle moved from the mirror fully as if it was a cancer that she could not avoid. Despite her eyes following the image of a villain.

“Why am I talking to a mirror?”

“Why am I talking back?”

Twilight had no real answer. Perhaps it was all in her head.

Perhaps she had needed a reason to justify her answers to some disembodied voice that was always there?

“It is simple, Twilight Sparkle. You are in love with the Changeling Queen and there is nothing you can do or say, that can prevent it. You fear deep down that Celestia will disapprove… But think about it… for a second? Can you?”

“I am thinking… and I know it is wrong. How can I?”

The mirror, left behind, mused. “How can you talk to yourself?”

Twilight Sparkle looked back to the mirror, in horror. Then she realised that there was no other. No one else.

“Oh… oh Celestia, am I truly in love with her?” Twilight shook her head, her mane falling about her head.

“Only sycophants and masochists can truly know the answer.”

Falling back on the bed, Twilight’s hooves worked down low. Her body rocked as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her desire was strong and her need, frantic---fever… furious…

Her wings twitched as she kept the image of the Queen in her mind's eye. She had no reason to care. There was no need to worry about what was right or wrong.

All that mattered was the building pressure down below and that is all that she needed and within, one, single, gasp that fell beyond an opened maw.

A tongue roll out and with wide eyes she screamed the Queen’s name, her wings writhing and twisting.

By the time she was spent her bed was drenched.

She could feel that.

Below her flank, the bed sheets were soaked like as if they were let loose in a thunderstorm without shelter from the dark thoughts she entertained.

A thunderstorm struck and she enjoyed every single moment. Not a moment was lost and not a quivering inch of her felt a single ounce of regret.

The crack was her scream, and the rush? Well... it flowed out like a broken bridge in a torrent of a river of slime.

Looking down Twilight Sparkle, wept. What had she done?

What had, she done?

Leaning up from her bed she looked about her room and found it lacking.

She sighed and shook her head. "Is this.... what I am reduced to? Is this being an adult? I've... I've done things to my friends---I..."

Twilight looked back to the mirror, and found herself staring in disgust back at herself.

"Oh Celestia... am I that, wrong?" Twilight lifted her hoof up, finding it covered in a sleek liquid.

"I... I have thought about friends before and I... just sort of..."

The mirror spoke.

"What about, Rainbow Dash?"

Twilight looked up stunned. "We're friends! I would never think of her as anything less! I-I would never--"

"Except last week..." Came the the mirror.

"... She, was strong in her display.... and I..."

"Your masturbated to her that night."

"Yes. I did..." Twilight whispered defeated to the air. "Is that wrong, to think of friends like that?"

The mirror mused. "I don't know. Do you feel the need for it to?"

Lifting her hoof to her lips, her tongue snaked out to taste herself. It was sour. It wasn't like she expected. It was like licking a disappointing lollipop. There was no soft center for her to work for.

"I am not sure... does it make me... gay?"

The mirror chortled as if amused by her sudden revelation. "You only discover this now?"

Twilight, paused.

Stunned.

"Oh... oh..." She now knew.

The mirror mused in a sound that irritated her.

"Oh... oh... I am... I didn't think... what will... my family think of me... I... I am sure they will be okay with it... or... am I okay with? Oh no... I can't do this! This... this is... I am completely straight. Completely!"

"Take your time, Twilight."

Twilight looked up at the mirror, then a sudden knock of the door drew her from her own image, alarmed.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! Twi'!"

The knocks were furious and Twilight sprang from her bed, looking about as if to hide some long lost lover.

Author's Note

Im back.

Don't expect good grammarz.