A Lesson in Surreptition

"Thank you for visiting today! Please come back tomorrow if you have the time!" Twilight called out behind the last pony as they walked away. It was in different ways both the best and worst part of the day - the closing of the public area of the Golden Oaks Library. A day of hard work now drawing to a close meant only one thing for the two residents of the library: time to relax.

"I can't believe how much of a mess some ponies leave behind." Spike complained as he gathered up the books for reshelving. It would eventually mean time to relax, of course, but library maintenance always took priority. One couldn't just leave the library in a state of disarray because they were tired. It was their solemn duty to keep the place in good order. Fortunately, Twilight - with the power of an alicorn overly familiar with her library - made quick work of placing books back where they ought to go until the next reshelving day.

"Another day drawn to a close. Feels good, doesn't it, Spike?" Twilight asked with a sigh, absentmindedly hefting her prodigious bust with her arms as she crossed them in satisfaction. Spike, the true brother that he was, was the last to notice this. Unfortunately with only the two of them in the room at the time he was also the first. He turned away, not wanting to look at Twilight in that way.

"Yeah, I guess. Let me get the broom and dustpan and we can get this place spick and or span." He said, distracting his thoughts with images of Rarity instead. It was alright to be horny or to fantasize so long as it wasn't about Twilight. Anypony but Twilight.

"Thank you, Spike! I'll check over the shelves and make sure we have everything in its place." Twilight called as he rushed to the broom closet. Had it been anypony else giving that offer, the balance of effort would've been weighed in the book checker's favor, but seeing as it was Twilight saying it, Spike was likely to find himself lagging behind.

Twilight hummed a jaunty tune to herself as her magic scanned over the books, moving the ones that had been put in the wrong place - whether by intention or not. It was trivial work for the alicorn, almost relaxing in its own way if not for the minor amount of effort it called for. Of course, her preferred method of relaxation - a type she'd indulge in later tonight - demanded far more effort than even this, but its rewards were... different.

Spike, on the other hand, was looking forward to a night much like any other night. He had a new comic to read and it was just getting good. He just couldn't wait to be done with his chores so that he could read the continued adventure of 'Mare Mysterious and The Case of the Golden Ghost.' The previous issue 'The Case of the Flagrant Felon' was one of his favorites, and he couldn't wait to see how the newest story unfolded.

The work to straighten up the library wasn't too great, and better yet, didn't take too long. After a short bit of effort, the place was back to its regular set up for tomorrow - depending, of course, on whether or not they were still here or out fighting evil or something of that nature. It was good to see the place looking so neat, even to Spike who was more or less ambivalent to the whole thing.

Twilight smiled to herself, humming as she set up a few things here and there as Spike pulled out his comic book and fell into his favorite beanbag with a sigh. Whatever Twilight was doing was beyond his realm of caring, which was good for Twilight. Spike cared more for his book than whatever extra work Twilight had set up for herself. If she wanted to work more than necessary, he was fine with it - so long as he wasn't roped into it. Surprisingly to the young drake, she hadn't tried to rope him in this time - a welcome change to be sure.

Turning page after page, engrossed in his reading, Spike barely noticed the arrival of Applejack, who greeted Twilight warmly. Twilight having a guest wasn't too incredibly odd - especially with it being one of the Elements. Spike continued his reading happily, pulled deeper into his story as Mare Mysterious slowly found her way from clue to clue. Spike had a reasonable suspicion of both the livery maid and the mail boy - but the problem was whether those were the reasonable suspects that were misdirects or not.

The opening of the door to let in Rainbow, huffing and puffing from her workout wasn't odd to Spike when it happened a few minutes later. Friends did stuff together. He'd have been out and about doing things himself had it not been for the rough day he had just endured and the general lack of anything to do besides reading his comic. Not that he wouldn't have done something else if it presented itself, but Mare Mysterious wasn't to be denied without good reason.

Unlike the last two arrivals, Spike did notice quite acutely as Rarity entered. Almost a shame that it happened as the mail boy was found dead in the back of the haunted mansion - supposedly haunted at least. Rarity's radiant and undeniable beauty was enough to pry him slightly away, losing the question of if it had been a faked death or not he would have had otherwise. Mare Mysterious was great, but Rarity - the Mare Marvelous - was far more eye catching to Spike.

Her choice of clothes didn't help this. She wore what would likely be considered a modest dress that most ponies wouldn't have problem with. It was made intentionally that way. The problem was that it got close enough to immodesty and then skirted the edge with the use of frills, lace, and tactical folds of the fine cloth that made it up. To the dragon who had spent enough time with the fashionista to learn her wily ways of dressmaking, the ever so subtle lines that drew the eye to just the right places were obvious and undeniable - though Rarity doubtlessly would've denied such when asked. It was a perfectly modest get up with no true faults - except those that were baked into the very DNA of the dress.

This caused a brief glance to the ignored mares in the library. Rainbow wore her usual sports gear, though his learned skills in dressmaking provided the information that her sports bra was cut ever so slightly lower than most and propped her chest up that much more - likely through the use of padding or just excessive support. Her shorts were also shorter by a hair - an important hair. With the angle he had, Spike had a great view of that pegasus' tight ass that received such flattering treatment by the tighter shorts.

Applejack wore her usual pair of beaten jeans and plaid shirt with cowpony hat, but event this was altered slightly. Her shirt was tied up just beneath her bust, revealing all her midriff. This alone was not suspicious or odd, as she had done it in the past when the going got especially dirty - but when compounded with her choice of jeans that likely were her size when she was a teen, creating an effect similar to Rainbow's shorts, it did ring some bells.

All of their outfits rang bells, even Twilight's to a degree. Unfortunately for Spike's Mare Mysterious side, another bell was ringing a tad louder. Namely the one downstairs that was calling for room service quite insistently. It was good he hadn't changed into sweatpants yet or this would've been a bit more than awkward with the four mares in the room - one of which he considered tantamount to a sister or mother at times. Especially with her.

"Hey, Spike?" Twilight called out. "Would you be willing to let us mares have the library for the afternoon? We wanted to have some 'just mares' time." She said in a way that did Spike no favors. It wasn't overtly sexual - not in the slightest. Twilight just had the nonchalance of a firenado rolling through a firework factory. Her tone, completely innocent, had just enough twinge of guilt infused noninnocence that it was more than obvious that 'mare time' may mean something different to the four mares than they wanted the young dragon to get.

"Yeah sure!" He cried, stashing his comic before bolting out the door, charging down the way towards a random direction. He needed an excuse to be anywhere but near the four mares that had chosen to lightly fetishize themselves that particular day, and he wasn't about to miss an opportunity when it presented itself so plainly. Whatever they were doing, it was beyond Spike's purview. He wasn't innocent, which was all the more reason why he ran as fast as he could to find a nice secluded place to tend to the problem he was now facing.

Twilight blinked as she stared at the seat where Spike had been mere moments ago. She almost expected to see a puff of dust in his shape still there with how fast he ran away. She wandered to herself why he was so eager to run, but a knock on the backdoor broke that thought from her mind. Opening the door a crack, she smiled and let the pony in.

"Coloratura, glad you could make it!" Twilight said with a wide smile. The mare returned her smile and gave her a quick hug.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She replied with a smile. "Plus, it worked out for my... schedule." Twilight nodded. Applejack didn't know, and Coloratura had made her promise that none of those here would be the one to tell her, that little 'Rara' was actually the up and coming star Countess Coloratura. It was an easy secret to keep since it kept her comfortable and Applejack wasn't big into any music that wasn't at least as old as Sweet Apple Acres. Their soirées were also good for the singer pony whose minorly overbearing manager could work the pony near ragged - though fortunately never beyond that point.

"Rara!" Applejack beamed, breaking from her conversation with Rainbow and giving the singer mare a bear hug that got a squeak from her. It did Twilight's heart good to see the two having fun - even if one of them wasn't being entirely forthcoming. Then again, both mares were somewhat secretive to the others - none of the other Apples, much less any other pony outside of this room, knew about the two.

Another knock at the door behind Twilight brought her attention back from her wandering thoughts. Peaking out the crack of a slightly open door, Twilight smiled again and let in Soarin and Big Mac. The two stallions politely greeted Twilight before moving deeper into the library house - Soarin getting tackled by Rainbow and Big Mac finding a Rarity wrapped around his arm. It was nice that they could all get together.

Her thoughts were broken by another knock. It was a good thing then that Twilight hadn't moved from the door - if for no other reason than to let in all the new arrivals. She cracked the door open, and a second later threw it open completely to give Flash a big hug - pulling him inside with the same. A brief wisp of magic later and the library was closed off from the rest of the world.

"I'm so glad you were able to make it!" Twilight said while still hugging Flash. The stallion chuckled, patting her awkwardly on the back as he did.

"I wasn't about to miss my summons from a princess." He joked with a withering laugh. Twilight batted him on the back of the head with a smirk that conveyed all that she didn't say. Meanwhile the other couples were getting to an end of their small talk - the evening's events seeming more important than catching up on weather, especially for those that lived near enough to one another.

Soarin was the first to talk up about this shortly arriving eventuality. "So, Twilight, are we going to get this par-"

"Don't say that word." Rainbow interjected, slapping a hand over his mouth to stop him from finishing the dreaded word. "Remember last time someone said that word? We couldn't get Pinkie out of the door for the entire evening until each of us played the less sexy version of Twister." Soarin's eyes widened and he nodded in horrified recollection. Never had Twister been so unsexy and so highly competitive than that day. His left wing still gave him issues on occasion to remind him. Left wing yellow - never again.

"So, Twilight," Coloratura began in Soarin's place, "are we going to begin shortly?" Twilight gave a nod, lighting her horn in preparation for the most complex spell of the night. With a burst of sparks, magical energy overflowed the room, sticking to the windows and any peep holes. Illusion spells were always fun, especially with how thorough Twilight was. A three dimensional illusion that filled the house and library from the outside, covering all angles in a visually consistent falsehood - no matter from what window or crack in the walls it was viewed from.

It might've been overly cautious, but it was also necessary - especially considering there was a princess, an up and coming singer, multiple pillars of the local community, a guard of decent standing, and a member of the Wonderbolts all in one room. If the actual activities that happened in the library were seen or recounted beyond it would not be the best thing for anypony involved. None of them needed scandal. What they needed was some good unclean fun.

Twilight, despite her usual level of shyness, was actually the first to begin stripping. It was less to do with the reticence of anypony in the group - as shown by Rainbow who beat the purple alicorn to getting naked despite giving her friend a ten second head start - and more to do with the unspoken rule that if Twilight was undressing it was a good sign that they all could. Her shyness was only a nonfactor when it didn't have to be - like when she had finished the spell.

Like a crack of lightning, the group was suddenly all naked. It wasn't odd for anypony in the group, the ceremony of it all something they were all more than well acquainted with. It wasn't a sexy stripping - unless the individual's voyeuristic tastes were also tied with one's enjoyment of speedruns. Everypony simply went from clothed - as much as they had been - to as naked as they could be as fast as they could.

Rarity was the first to begin the fun - unless one counted the eyes that Soarin and Rainbow shared - when she grasped the slab of meat that was Big Mac's Little Macintosh. Not very Little to be fair, with enough girth to require both hands to encompass it and more than two fully extended hand to reach from the base to the tip. He was by far the largest in the room - though the others weren't particularly slouches in equipment.

Soarin had a long, thin shaft on him. Its extension, though, wasn't quite so impressive with him being a shower over a grower - which had proven a problem for the skin tight getup he worked in. It had been the undoing of many mares who had seen it during a show despite his best efforts. Flash was... well, at party's he was jokingly called 'pencil dick'. This was because the pencil that had measured beside his member was a novelty one half the size of Macintosh's monster and it was funny to refer to his sizeable schlong as a 'pencil'. Twilight particularly liked to do so. The quite ones. Need I say more?

The stallions' equipment, of course, was not the only such weapons of war on display. Rarity, as might've been expected, was technically the most shapely as far as conventional standards were concerned. She was in eternal, secret conflict with Fluttershy and Pinkie for the title of the 'biggest bust'. It was, therefore, a sad reality the alabaster unicorn was unaware of that Fluttershy compressed her bust in uncomfortable getups to avoid the attention her natural size gave while Pinkie was... well some ponies swore they saw her adjusting her size without so much as a thought. The rumor was that her funbags had a possible mathematical relationship between their size and the amount of fun in the area - or even the world*.
*It is to be noted that Twilight has looked into this phenomenon. Through her preliminary investigations she has discovered that this rumor is actually quite true. The equation, as it is currently understood, is B=F3*([S2/M4]+[AR(b-n)+(p-c)/DSC+f]) Where B is her bust size in centimeters, F is the global amount of fun - the hardest measurement of the bunch to take accurately - , S is the number of Stallions within three miles of her, M is the number of Mares in a seven mile radius of her, AR is Average Rack size in centimeters of said mares, b is the number of mares wearing bras at the party, n is the number of mares not wearing bras at the party, p is the number of mares wearing panties at the party, c is the number of mares not wearing panties at the party, DS is Average Dick Size in inches of the stallions in a mile radius from her, C is the amount of Cakes in Sugar Cube Corner - including the amount that can be made with the prepared batter and ingredients available - at the time, and f is the Fun in a mile radius from her. Twilight continues her work to fine tune this equation, with current consideration to the effects of hermaphrodites, asexuals, and the number of ponies she has had sex with who are in attendance at the current party.

Beyond her rack, Rarity had the curves to match elsewhere. Her body was plush, yet firm where it counted. Applejack, on the other hand, was firm everywhere but her tits - which she could jiggle on demand thanks to her excellent muscle control. If Rarity was the perfect super model, Applejack was the perfect body builder mare - at least to some stallions and mares. Her legs were thick, set wide by her impressive hips. She, like her brother, was built better than a tank. Her muscles were impervious to scrutiny and were so well defined that they could serve as their own dictionaries.

Applejack's friend Coloratura was a modest filly - despite being naked. She was the type of body that artists throughout history painted without clothes on holding a vase or surrounded by cupids. A soft, gentle beauty unmarked by muscles or fat - except by a tiny bit in the bum and thighs. She was a looker, with tits that hung with just enough weight to reassure one that the artists wouldn't miss them. She was slightly smaller than AJ, though neither of them was particularly minding of the fact. They were well aware of each other's bodies from their many previous meetings.

Rainbow was the most amazon out of the group, with a few inches on even the farmpony - though her brother beat everypony. Her muscles weren't as visible, but her lithe form promised a great deal of power hidden beneath its surface. Her bust was certainly the smallest out of the group, with most ancient artist wondering how they were going to make sure everypony knew that those were boobs and not well muscled pectorals.

Twilight was the embodiment of the busty filly from down the street. More plump than muscled, unless her brain was in consideration. Her rack was ponderous, though a good bit smaller than Rarity's. Her ass - though she preferred 'bottom' or 'tooshie' - was, though likely not the biggest, the jiggliest. Applejack might've had her beat with absolute size, but muscle wasn't renowned for its bounce.

The stallions and mares reserved their attentions for their partners alone - especially Applejack and Mac who had only been roped in to this shared orgy because they had already been to one together, though that was down by deception and the application of a few mind altering spells on Twilight's part. 'Thank Celestia they hadn't boned while disguised' was the generally shared sentiment between the siblings.

Rarity slowly, as her hand slid up and down the impressively sized meat of her coltfriend, went to her knees like a true lady. Mac smiled brightly as she preformed what she considered her marely duty to her lover - though perhaps consort might've fit better. It was unfortunate from Mac's perspective that he'd have to let her down shortly after this, but it would've been even a greater unfortunate circumstance to let go of this chance to take advantage of the mare's expert attentions. It would be near the only part of the relationship he'd miss to be fair, but he was certain that despite it all they could be friends. Whether that would be the truth...

Applejack and Coloratura were in the next wave of those that got into it as AJ grabbed her marefriend and swung her around in a passionate kiss, letting the singer hang from her arms. It was cute how panicked the singer pony looked. Despite doing the same maneuver over and over again she was just so quick to panic when it came to AJ's antics. There'd be tongue involved in that kiss, Twilight knew - personal experience from their experimentation being a good guide - despite it not being visible.

Rainbow jumped Soarin like a cat behind the two kissing ponies, the two locked in a quick fuck. It was no secret that the two ponies were less lovers and more codependent-sex-addicts. Soarin had been with enough mares to be more than used to the feeling of sex - with nearly a new mare after every show - Rainbow was the steady one though. She was also the nearest mare that was willing to take dick without asking for bits. Rainbow, for her part, had a bit of infatuation for Soarin, though it was more her general idol worship for the Wonderbolts than anything that might turn to love after any length of time.

No pony was fooled into thinking that they'd be together any longer than it took for Rainbow to find somepony that was actually good for her. Soarin, of course, wasn't fooled either. It was why he was still married. Twilight didn't entirely approve of the extramarital affair, but she wasn't in a position to judge. Her infatuation for Flash had started in the other world - though she rarely liked to think of that weird world on the other side of the mirror.

Flash, for his part, was less than aware of the emotion of the room when it came to Twilight. He accepted the affection and the sex from a princess. He had assumed that she had heard about the size of his dick and that he might be the second guard to get married to a princess in as many years. Twilight, in a stunning departure from her usual strict adherence with customs and expectations, was less inclined toward marriage. Her possible immortality - something that not even Celestia or Luna had wanted to broach with her or Cadence, who was equally as likely to be immortal - kept her from more intimacy than the carnal pleasure of sex. Immortality didn't stop fucking from feeling good.

It was at this point during her train of thoughts that Flash grabbed her hand. "Are you feeling alright, Twilight?" He asked in a rare example of actually being able to read Twilight. She looked about at the party, a pang of regret flooding through her. She knew, as well as some others did, that this was their last hurrah. Mac was already lining up the next marefriend, Coloratura was going off on an extended tour, Rainbow had been talking more and more about ponies other than the Wonderbolts, and Flash was... well. To say that Twilight was pleased that teenage hormones had stayed on the other side of the mirror was an understatement - she just wished that the inklings of feelings she had developed for a Flash had stayed there too. Flash wasn't entirely healthy for her, she needed to move on and limit his role in her pleasuring.

"Just... thinking." Twilight said in partial honesty. She wondered if the rumors of Celestia having a harem were true and whether she might be able to get some pointers on how to get one of her own without any of those ponies catching on they weren't the only ones in said harem. She wasn't about to let go of Flash, but having more than one avenue for pleasure certainly was appealing.

"Do you want to start light or should... I dunno, your choice." Flash said. It was one of the things that ticked Twilight off in a small way - though never enough to get anger to rise. The Flash in the other world was assertive and confident, not to mention talented. The Flash she had easy access to was... bland and like a dozen other guards. He was less appealing in that way than store bought cakes - Sugar Cube Corner being the exception to that - at least those bland cakes might have happy memories of birthdays gone by attached.

"Fuck me, Flash." Twilight said finally with a complete lack of sexual energy, stuffing down any negative emotions she might've had along with any enthusiasm she may have had at some point. She planted her hands against the wall, lowering herself while spreading her legs out. Flash, never one to pass up princess pussy, dove in with gusto. His thick sausage scratched an itch, and was even better when Twilight imagined somepony with a little more personality behind it. A faceless stranger having his way with her was almost more enticing - but not something she ever wished on anypony, not even those that needed a little suffering of their own.

It didn't take much time or effort on anypony's part to work past Twilight's issues as Flash plunged deeper and deeper into his princess. The sensation of her insides getting spread wide around the stallion was enough to banish any negative thoughts or lack of enthusiasm that had stained her. She let herself go, screaming out Flash's name on reflex as she was fucked in much the same way she had let the teenager. The stallion behind her would never know that he wasn't the pony who she was saying the name of.

Rainbow, in much the same predicament as Twilight to a degree, moaned while biting into Soarin - who was into it - so hard it nearly drew blood and certainly would leave a mark if not for the healing powers that Twilight had practiced for their particularly rough way of having fun. Rainbow, however, wasn't doing this because it was her usual way of coping with pleasure, but rather because she knew herself. Lightning Dust would be the only name screamed. Damn that mare, she was a pain - but was she a fuck. Doubtlessly she had a trail of bodies of satisfied customers behind her a mile wide. That experience had been a bit of an eyeopener to the pegasus who was still thoroughly enjoying the railing she was getting.

Despite the powerful thrusts that satisfied her and scratched that deep itch that always pestered her, Rainbow couldn't help but let her thoughts float to her revelation that Wonderbolts weren't necessarily the best at fucking - though flying they were certainly aces in. Lightning Dust had, with one night of unexpected passion, tossed out all of Rainbow's notions on the inherent superiority of the athletes. She had gone from thinking herself so lucky to get fucked by a Wonderbolt to feeling exactly how the tongue of a skilled enough pony might result in a feeling more filling and satisfying than what this stallion was accomplishing.

Big Mac, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the blowie he was getting from Rarity, whose well trained lips curled around every vein and bulge his dick threw at her. He loved the sensation of her mouth sliding wetly up and down - not to mention the knowledge that his stream of pre was gliding down the lady's throat. Lady indeed, Mac felt her more the whore. He'd never say it out loud since such things were rude in the extreme, but he'd always harbor such thoughts.

Rarity, for her part, simply sucked, happy to serve like she felt she should - like any mare who wanted to be marriable would. Mac thought himself the only one that wanted to end the relationship they had built - however shaky it was - but he was quite wrong on that score. Rarity loved the dick, but the stallion - much like his sister - was a piece of work she wasn't up to. She'd suck and fuck the dick like she was expected to, but she'd never marry herself to the stallion that it was attached to.

Beyond this room full of dysfunctional, collapsing relationships that had devolved at some point below even just 'fuck buddies' there were Coloratura and Applejack. Two mares, thoroughly in love with the other's bodies as much as they were in love with the pony that those bodies represented - which was very much. Applejack had progressed their fun to licking the other mare's pussy. The taste was familiar, homely. She loved it as much as anything else of the mare's.

Coloratura, biting her lip while her one hand played with one of her breasts and the other gripped AJ's hair, felt remorse tainting her pleasure though. Guilt over her long absence that was to come. She had no way to explain it that wouldn't bring more questions. She wanted this to last, but AJ was inseparable from her farm and 'Rara' was inseparable from her career as a singer. She didn't entirely enjoy the 'Countess' persona that her manager had been floating, but it did seem to work for the fans. This meant that, despite what she might wish, they'd have to be apart.

She would've cried at this, the sorrow of knowing she'd leave AJ flapping in the wind with little indication of why. She hated it. She wanted to be near, but she was being pushed away not by the other mare but by her career. She loved Applejack, and without a doubt would miss her for the duration of the long tour she was about to embark on. It was just a shame that the two of them were the only two of the assembled group that was likely to be true for.

The room was filled with the sound of pones in the throws of pleasure - sounds that never made it beyond the walls of the library due to Twilight's enchantments. Everypony let themselves melt into the pleasure, the concerns of the future gone for the time as they simply let themselves enjoy what their partner could give them. It was a symphony of hedonistic delight that lacked the edge of intimacy it once possessed. It was simply sex, and only AJ and Rara experienced anything deeper.