Required Reading

by LilSlipsy

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Slice of Life, Sex
Length: 19882

Tasked with reading every night, a young filly finds a whole world in the pages of an erotic spell book. She just can’t wait to see what comes next!

When Essence’s mother tells her that she needs to read more, the two come to a deal: she can pick any book she wants to read, and then she needs to read an hour a day.

For her mother, Radiance, it was a simple enough parenting strategy that she didn’t expect to backfire. However, when her daughter finds an erotic spell book during a quick visit to a particular store, of course it was the one she picks.

Well… at least Essence will read more.

General Tags: Foalcon, Filly, Masturbation

Ch 1: Magical Vibrations, Learning Magic

Ch 2: Induced Heat/Estrus

Ch 3: Selfcest, Incest, Lesbian, F/F, Filly on Filly, Filly on Mare, Self on Self, Daughter on Mother, Cunalingus, Very Slight Analingus, 69, sixty nine, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial.

Ch 4: Tentacles, Triple Penetration, Vaginal, Oral, Anal, Overstimulation, Healthy Lunch Options

Ch 5: Magical Dildo

Published 2021-01-06 07:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-02-01 02:52:17 UTC

Intro: Erotic Exploration for a Magical Mare

“Mommy! I want that one,” Essence said, pointing at the book behind the glass case.

“Now?” Radiance said in a sharp whisper. “Out of all places and all books? You decide to pick that one.”

“You said that I could have any book that I wanted. Any of them. And that’s the one I want.”

“I know I said that you need to read more, but that’s not the kind of book you should be reading.” The crimson cover had a large pink heart on it; titled Erotic Exploration for a Magical Mare. She shook her head. “You won’t like it and-“

“Please, Mom. I’ll read it every night just like you asked. I’m not too sure what it’s about, but if it’s in one of these places that you like so much, maybe I’ll like it too. Ooo! Maybe I might get my cutie mark from it!” The filly said, looking at her rear and spinning in circles as she imagined the possibilities: maybe of watching TV… or a weird snake… or something else entirely! Who knew?

Her mother winced at that, staring at the book like she was waiting for an easy answer to show itself. Sighing heavily, she looked at the shopkeeper who was eyeing the two of them suspiciously. “Uhh… you know that’s not really a book for a foal, right?”

She nodded and said as flatly as she could. “I know… but I’ll take it.”

With a shrug the shopkeeper opened the glass case, pulling it off of its tiny crystal bookstand.

“Alright, and with the bottle of Slide ’n Glide and 10-sparkles battery, that comes to 52 bits,” he said as he started to put everything in a black paper bag; the front having Toys ’n Us store logo written across the front.

“She needs to read more, so it’ll be a good place to start if she’s excited… for reading,” Radiance said with an awkward smile on her face as she reached into her saddlebag to pull out her coin purse. The storekeeper only nodded along as he watched her empty the bits onto the counter. “Plus I did promise her any book, so I need to honour my word.”

“Mmhmm,” he said with a few nods as he counted the bits into neat stacks, before pushing a few remaining back as change.

“Maybe she’ll enjoy, uh… whatever’s in it. Maybe she’ll… uh…”

“Get her cutie mark?” the shopkeeper added, watching the mare’s face turn bright red.

She winced again at that as she looked back to Essence, who had caught her tail in her mouth. “Y-yea… her cutie mark.”

Essence saw the black bag and her eyes lit up. “Thanks, Mom!” she said as she started to walk out with her mom, before turning back and waving to the shopkeeper. “Oh and thanks, Mister!”

“Our pleasure, we’re glad you came!” the shopkeeper said as he waved, Essence only giggling at the standard goodbye he said to everypony.

Mom had taken a while to give her the book, even as she patiently waited all day to read it. ‘When we get home’, became ‘after dinner’, to ‘later tonight’. Well it was later tonight, in fact it was bedtime.

“Goodnight, Sweetie,” Radiance said as she started heading to the door after tucking Essence in for the night.

“Moooommm…” the filly whined and fidgeted around in the bed. “Aren’t we forgetting that I still need to read today?”

“You can do that tomorrow. It’s already your bedtime.”

“But then I won’t get to read today!” she said with a huff. “Then I’ll be breaking my promise. I said that I needed to read every night once I picked out a book. And well… now I have, and you’ve been saying later all day today.”

Her mother stood there thinking until she finally relented. “Alright, fine,” she said with a sigh before looking a more little determined; the same kind of determination that she had when she made the original deal about any book. “I’ll go grab it and you can start reading it. But! Like you promised, an hour each night until it’s finished. And then we’ll get a new book after that for you to continue.”

“I promise,” she said as she crossed her heart, sitting up on the bed with a big smile.

Her mother headed downstairs to the kitchen where her saddlebags were; almost everything was unpacked except for the still untouched paper bag. But soon enough, she walked back in to the Essence’s room and placed it on her nightstand before quickly heading back out and closing the door without saying another word.

Essence waited for her mom to leave before diving over and grabbing a hold of the crimson book. It had thin velvet over the covers that held the deep golden coloured pages within. The strangest thing about it this thought was that the book was warm to the touch, almost like it was another pony that she was touching. Maybe it was magic? This certainly seemed to be a magical book, the title and cost alone was evidence of that; Mom didn’t usually get something this pricy until her birthday or the winter holidays.

But besides that, what was so special about this book? She opened it up to the start and the pages were oddly glossy, almost like she could spill a drink on it and everything would still be fine. The first few pages were the silly small-text legal info that seemed to be in every book, the table of contents, and then the actual introductory chapters.

A wave of reluctance went through her as soon as she saw the paragraphs, tempering the excitement she felt earlier. The realization came over her that she had to read through this entire thing, and it already felt like she was going to be clambering over a mountain to do it… plus she did promise to do so.

“Ok… well here it goes…” she said to herself as she started to read through a sentence at a time, getting passed each part one after another. Apparently, book was about improving a mare’s special alone time, with herself… or with others too.

It was weird that there was an alone time but yet could also be done with others… that wouldn’t make it alone time anymore. It didn’t follow up on that at all, instead mentioning that they would be starting with the basics and going from there. Simple enough that anypony with a horn could do it.

It was a good thing she had a horn or else she’d be out of luck for any of the magical things that it suggested. Plus it might be even better if this was a magic book that started at the basics. Even learning how to levitate things was quite a challenge when she did; the magic’s teacher always went too fast and kept saying how she should have learned some of this last year. Maybe this would be different?

She smiled a bit, thinking of the cool magic she’d be able to show off. It felt almost surprising to be looking at the page and feeling some excitement as her mind ran wild… and even more surprising to realize she was at the end of the whole page! It hadn’t felt all that bad, but there were still many more pages to g-

“Whoa...” she said out loud, as it wasn’t words she had to look over but a picture; more specifically, an entire full-page picture of a highly detailed marehood, all drawn with pencils. It had several labels pointing to each part: clitoris pointing to a large round pearl at the top, nestled between two thick lips labeled as the labia. Vulva was the outer parts grouped together, while vagina directed to the large inner hole that was spread apart for her to see deep down into. Even a pony’s tailhole was marked up with the specific parts right on the bottom, and the labels continued all the way down to their dock.

She stared hard at it, sitting up close until her muzzle booped against the page. “Ahh!” she squeaked out and slammed the book closed, almost like somepony was going to rush in here and catch her looking at a pony’s marehood. But even as she watched her door, breathing hard at the self-induced surprise, nopony came through to catch her.

She was all by herself, reading her book.

That wasn’t what she expected when she started this. She eyed the book suspiciously before working up the nerve to open it again, back onto that explicit page. It felt weird looking at it, almost like she was getting away with something she wasn’t supposed to. She could feel butterflies in her stomach and a nervous tingle from within the more she looked at it.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen the… she looked at the term… the vulva or labia parts before, but it wasn’t more than an accidental glance in public. The rest of the other parts she couldn’t remember ever seeing before, but it’s not like she had somepony to check this out on. She glanced down at the blanket where her legs were nestled under. She probably wasn’t flexible enough to look either.

What struck her as odd was just how pronounced everything was, like it was puffer than normal. Even from what she remembered from her mom, it was never that big. She blushed a little bit as she glanced under her mom’s tail in her mind. That would certainly get her in trouble if she actually did that, or even thought about it. Good thing Mom can’t read other pony’s minds… she hoped.

It was hard to look away from the entire mare’s crotch was on display. Studying every curve that was there and reading every label like she was studying for a big test… although she really hoped she wasn’t getting tested on this book. She’d probably die of embarrassment if she had to take a test on this in the middle of class... or if her mom was the one asking questions.

The diagram on the opposite page she didn’t recognize. It looked more like a biology diagram than anything else with its T-like shape, pointing out something tubes, cervix, and the vagina. That was new, but the words just kind of blended together and didn’t get more than a cursory glance.

She didn’t know why a book like this existed specifically about a mare’s private parts, but she wasn’t really complaining. In fact it felt like she was doing to opposite. It was only two pages in and it felt like she needed to read more and unravel the mysteries hidden within these golden pages. She grabbed the corner of the page, preparing herself to read and learn about whatever came next.

And with that she turned to the next page.

Author's Note

This was a fun idea that I had from my RP days many years ago, and was rekindled with a series of images on Derpibooru (NSFW 2514650). It isn’t foalcon in the image, and this story has no relation to it, but it did give me the inspiration to see what would happen if a filly gets hold of a similar magical book and where it would go from there.

I didn’t plan for this story to have an end, just have each chapter being its own special theme or idea. As such, this story will eternally be marked as incomplete, since I can always add more if something pops into my head.

I hope you all don’t mind an infinite story of a filly getting into more encounters with a very sexy book.

Please let me know if you liked any of the chapters in a comment, and follow if you would like to be updated for more. :heart:

Ch 1: Getting wet

Things were starting to get interesting the more she read on. The first chapter seemed like it was a magic exercise and said the spell was as simple as it could have been. It claimed that if she wasn’t wet from reading this book already, this was the spell to do it. It will get her ready for the main activities right away, and helps if she needed to hurry things along.

Though, this book went into great detail on some things, it was lacking in some other parts. What exactly did it mean by wet? She imagined just getting out of a shower and reaching for a towel to dry off, but yet that only made her more confused as it didn’t sound quite right.

Flipping a page, there was something new at the bottom: several runic symbols. There was no way she’d be able to read those normally, but it wasn’t asking her to read them. Her horn started to glow and come to life as she concentrated. She needed to feel the symbols with her magic and pluck it from the page.

She squinted and concentrated on them harder. It didn’t feel like anything, like she was blindly reaching out in the dark, until… she felt a bump on her magical field. It was almost as if she was feeling a small bump on the page with her hoof, but instead she was only using her magic. It felt similar to the grasping feeling she felt when picking up a cup or pencil, but she wasn’t actually grabbing something physical. It was more like she was grasping onto an idea. When she felt like she had a good hold of it, she continued reading through the steps.

Once she had it pulled from the page. “Got it…” she said, trying to keep this magical balancing act from completely toppling over. Place it on her vulva to start.

“O-oh…” she let out in a bit of surprise, but the awkwardness didn’t last long as the spell waivered for a moment, forcing her to focus on keeping it steady. With a hoof, she quickly pushed the blanket away and wiggled back up the bed until she could see between her legs. Her fillyhood was there, but where exactly did it want her to put it?

She tried to think back that diagram, but she could exactly remember what was where. It might have been the inside part or the outside part it was asking about, but she wasn’t quite sure. She didn’t know she was going to get tested on this right away! But she did guess that it wanted it somewhere down there.

Steadily pulling the spell with her magic, she brought it down until she could feel that faint electrical tingle of her magic between her legs. She lined it up with her fillyhood as best as she could and when it felt like it was more or less correct she let go. Like water slipping from her hooves, it went right out of her grasp and faded right into her.

She blinked at herself down below. Did it work? Nothing felt different or out of the ordinary. Everything looked as normal as ever; two small lips with a small line running down the middle and all covered in a thin layer of darkened fur. Would she have to try again or wou-

Something felt odd.

It was almost like somepony has just put a warm drop of honey on her. She could feel it suddenly appear at the bottom of her mound and start to makes its way lower. It tickled as it clung to her tailhole and followed along to the other side. She adjusted her hips, but that only made everything seem even stranger.

Maybe that’s what it meant about making her wet, because she was certainly feeling wet now. However, it wasn’t just the outside that was damp; a slippery warmth seemed to go in deeper than just the outside fur, like the inside of her lower tummy was feeling this effect too.

“I guess the first spell was a success?” she said as she looked curiously at her leaking slit. With the tip of her hoof, she reached down and wiped some of it up to look at closer. For a moment she thought she might have wet the bed, but this certainly didn’t feel like that. Besides, she went before she got tucked in.

No, this was something else. It was clear on her hoof like water, but yet it didn’t feel like it. Maybe it was a thicker water, or kind of like saliva? It was certainly the spell that had done this, but it wasn’t really something that she’d be able to go show her friends. Who’d even want to see that? The girls would look at her weird and the colts would probably run off too.

She brushed the residue off on her leg and pulled the book over to continue reading, but the more she read on, the more she felt the dampness grow and slowly soak into her tail. It would be nice to turn this off, but the book started to go over other parts instead; how a unicorn can get these spells to work without the book, or even make a few tweaks to adjust for different preferences if she used specific symbols. But for most ponies using this book as a magical aid, the spells could only be dispelled by casting the following runic symbols after climaxing, or else would automatically dissipate upon sunrise.

She huffed a little as she found part of her answer. At least she’d wake up and it would be gone, unless she found out about the climaxing sooner. Hopefully, she didn’t have to read nearly to the end where the book climaxes to find the answer; reading an entire book in one night was certainly more that she could handle.

Another spell exercise was on the next few pages: a vibrating touch. Even with how simple it looked on paper, this was definitely new and on the very edge of what she had magically been able to do prior. Her horn lit up and she tried casting the spell around the eraser of an imaginary pencil like the book had recommended. She just needed to focus on buzzing the end of it until it started vibrating. Then the book mentioned that she can figure out what to do with this kind of spell, to go and play around with it and let them know how it feels.

No, she didn’t know what to do with this. That’s why she was reading a book: to learn about this! She let out another frustrated huff as she focused on the spell, pushing a little more energy and imagining it buzzing like the wings of a bee.

A soft hum started to come from the marble-sized ball of magic in front of her. It sounded like it was working! She brought it closer too have a better look, but there wasn’t much more except for it getting louder as she moved it near her ear.

Curiously, she brought the magic over to her bedside table. It made a deep buzz as it rubbed along the wood. The sounds were muffled as she pressed it into a stuffed animal, but when she got to her metal water bottle it pinged loudly as soon as she touched it.

She pulled it back right away and glanced at the door, hoping that Mom didn’t hear what she was doing. But after a few seconds, everything seemed quiet enough to continue. Eventually, she brought it over and touched the vibrating dot against her hoof, tracing it against the curves of her frog.

“Hehehe!” she couldn’t help but giggle out as her hoof twitched from the tickling. “Ahh!” she squeaked out again, pulling her hoof away when it suddenly got too intense. It was enough of a distraction that her magic accidently let go and the buzzing ceased, dissipating into nothingness.

She contemplated bringing it back, but everything seemed to work as intended. Besides, if she had to say what it felt like, tickly was high up on that list. The successful attempt seemed like a good enough spot to move on to the next page.

There was another full page drawing on the next page, but it wasn’t of a mare. It being labelled penis didn’t help one bit, and the rest of the words were just as foreign. What could this have been? She certainly didn’t have anything that looked like that on her body, and it didn’t look like something inside her either. However, on next page it seemed like they were going to be trying to make it.

“Uhhh… ok…” she said to herself, trying to follow along with her horn as she read, trying to create the shape in her mind and making it appear in front of her. Flare, shaft, base and balls… medial ring and veins for extra sensations; this page had a full paragraph towards describing the shape! Try as she did, it only came out looking like a jumbled mess of magic that looked more like a lumpy cake in a bag that was dropped down the stairs several times. It didn’t help that she still couldn’t picture what it looked like, even though it went over it extensively.

It was supposed to be the best stallion that she ever had when it was ready. What did that mean? Was the penis on a stallion? She certainly never saw this thing on anypony before either, but couldn’t help but giggle at the image of that dongle sticking off them, walking on it like a fifth leg. That would be silly.

But there was also other shapes too, any creature she could try if she was looking for something more exotic, or something simpler like a smooth cucumber. That she could do! Or… at least knew what cucumber was; she had one for lunch yesterday!

Willing the blob of magic into existence again, she started to create the shape: kind of long, rounded ends… and smooth… even though they normally had those little bumps on them. She focused a bit more energy into the shape once she felt it was right; if she put enough into it, the book said it should remain solid for a while with little or even no concentration keeping it together.

“Nggh-“ she grunted as she poured what she had into the spell, until slowly letting off the flow. It still stayed as she lowered the glow around it, making sure that it didn’t fall out of her magical field and disappear.

She smacked the end with a free hoof and it felt solid. It seemed like it worked. With a bit of hesitation she stopped her magic and it fell down onto her lap. “Whoa…” she muttered, picking it up in her hooves and inspecting the magical vegetable… and then taking a bite out of the end.

Her teeth grabbed the end of it. It felt firm… almost like the real thing, except this was fairly warm and tingled on her tongue. It didn’t really have a crunch either when she finally chomped, it took some pressure but as she chewed it felt more like electrified cotton candy that completely dissolved as she ate it. And it tasted… kind of sparkly? It was hard to describe, but that was best she could think of.

The rest of the vegetable surprisingly stayed intact in her hoof. It almost felt odd how she could make something like that appear so easily when basic telekinesis was a pain… but the book did guide her through it pretty well. Maybe it was just a better teacher than hers, but that didn’t seem like a high bar. Either way she put the cucumber off to the side and looked at the next part. Oh, now she was combining the two spells.

She shifted up more on her bed, noticing the cooler wet patch underneath that was soaking into the sheet. She really was leaking, and it didn’t feel like it was stopping… actually, it said it wouldn’t stop till sunrise. Maybe after the hour was up she’d grab a towel and that could help overnight? But maybe something in the next few pages would help her.

Following along, she grabbed the cucumber in her hooves and tried to get it to buzz. Instead of over an imaginary pencil eraser, it was supposed to be over the whole thing. It shook in her hooves like an angry noodle, but pushing even more it started to hum and then finally buzzed alive. She tried holding onto it with her hooves but it kept tingling until she dropped it onto the blanket.

Well at least dinner could be more entertaining if she could make all her vegetables dance. She still had her magic focused on it, but as she tried letting go, the buzzing started to slow. Try as she might to push it past that critical point, it just wouldn’t stick. Eventually it died completely when it was starting to strain her too much.

She took in a few long breaths. All this magic was starting to feel taxing and it felt like she was getting winded. Even her horn was starting to feel a little sore. It felt hot from the magical energy too as she rubbed it to make it feel a little more normal. She yawned as she looked at the clock. It was starting to get pretty late too; the next part would have to be the last one for tonight.

The next few pages looked to be the last of the chapter, and it seemed easy enough. Different runic symbols were at the bottom this time and should be similar to the first part of the chapter when she became all wet. Her nose scrunched at the thought, it still hadn’t stopped and she contemplated grabbing a cork to see if that did something; plug it up like a ship that had a hole in it, maybe?

Bleh, she could deal with that in the morning.

Shaking her head she focused back on the page, just a little bit more and she could go to sleep. It… wanted her to do the buzzing spell from earlier but, use the symbols to do it instead; the last symbol specifically would make it turn off upon climaxing. Just placed it right on the clitoris and it would get her to climax, or would be a very long night. Her eye widened as she read those words. “Here we go!” she cheered, reading it over a few times just to make sure; finally getting her question answered after all this time.

Well it was a clue at best, but if she pulled this off, no more leaky crotch ever again! There was just one thing… where was the clitoris? She flipped back a few pages to the mare parts and it was basically the first thing on there: the big pearl right on the top. Just, where was that on her?

It felt weird looking down at herself. A place she had all her life, but still held such mystery. The butterflies in her tummy were back and that wetness became even more noticeable the more that she looked. She bit her lip a little as her hoof made its way down, pulling one of her cyan lips apart with the tip to reveal the bright pink inside. Glancing at the page, she orientated herself… her butt was down and the clitoris was up… she pressed in and slid up, right until she felt a firm bump nestled in between her squishier parts. She pressed again and felt around just to make sure, but the more that she rubbed the stranger it felt. There was something new about this; it didn’t feel like a back rub or anything like that. There was a foreign tickle begging to be tended to, something that was asking her to rub it even more.

Her hindleg suddenly jerked, like a tiny lightning bolt hit her nerves and jolted everything awake. Her breath was starting to get heavy, she was almost panting, and the tip of her hood was absolutely covered in that wetness pouring from her. “Ok… I need to finish this,” she said in a huff, grabbing the book and focusing before she got distracted by something else.

“Just need to grab it…” Her magic focused on the symbols, feeling the bumps and pulling it from the page. Lowering it down, she felt with her hoof one more time for that pearl and sent the magic straight for it. The spell slipped from her grasp instantly and she could hear a faint buzzing, and feel-

“O-oh… o-oh my~”

Her hips started jumping from side to side, making the bed squeak under the sudden movements. She couldn’t stop them, only staring down below as the red aura of the book lit up the very start of her slit, right where her clitoris was.

Her head fell back onto her feathery pillow with a whump, looking up at the ceiling with her mouth open wide. She practically forgot to breath after the surprise, gasping hard as wave of vibrations buzzed down below. “Ahh… ahh… o-ok… w-whaaat?” she started to say, glancing back down to try and make sense of it all.

Breathing hard seemed to help a little, but the vibrations were making it difficult to focus on anything else. She knew this wasn’t her magic; it would have cut out immediately. No, this was only going to stop once she climaxed… or else it was going to be a long night until dawn. She gulped. Being wet was one thing, but staying like this until morning was a whole other story!

“O-ooohhh~” she let out with a long drawn-out moan. That just came out of nowhere! She covered her mouth with a hoof as she felt another one coming out. Mom could not hear her or she’d be in trouble; it was bad enough when she was caught playing with toys after bedtime.

Her hips shifted side to side every time it started to build up, giving just a moment of respite when she adjusted. Her hoof dived down below, pressing right up against her crotch and onto her buzzing dot. It only made it worse, vibrating deeper into her core than before... but yet she didn’t want to move her hoof at all.

The tickle on her hoof was there, but it wasn’t even registering like before. It only made her push into this tight hoof hug in even more. It felt hot down below and even wetter than before; if that was even possible. Her hoof slipped from side to side, firmly pressing into her folds and spreading them further apart.

She caught her breath and for a moment, pulling back her hoof and looking down for what small moment of concentration she could spare. More of her honey had spread a fresh coat over her hoof and crotch… and was she crazy or were her once smooth filly lips puffed up and spread apart? Questions for another time as the pleasureful wave she had been trying to ignore finally broke through and sent her into a squirming fit again.

Her hoof fell back down and the tip started to dig in, squishing right up against that button, trying to wiggle it side to side when she could. The tickle had grown in to a tenseness that filled her entire belly, feeling like something was going to snap if this went on much longer.

But that was what this book wanted her to do? Whatever it was doing was bringing her to the climax. She still didn’t know what that was, but it should be getting her to that point. Maybe she could just let go and see where this took her?

With all the will she could muster, she pulled her soaked hoof back and firmly placed them under her back, laying on them to make sure they didn’t mess it up somehow. She stared down below again, tears starting to form from the building sensations.

“O-oh~ holy hay~!” she moaned out, biting her lips again to try and keep quiet.

The tenseness in her seemed to keep building.

That tickle just needed a little more.

But everything started to click together at once as a blissful wave washed down from her head all the way to her hooves. Her loins had tensed and then finally let go, convulsing and spasming as she rode the exhilarating waves rocking through her.

It all came to a soft end as she let out another gasp for air.

There was something different though: the room was quiet. The buzzing was gone and fillyhood no longer felt like it was tingling like crazy… well there were a bit of tingles till left, but they felt kind of good being there. It brought a smile to her face as she squished into the pillow to revel in the warmth that covered her body.

One thing was for certain though… that was a climax…

She giggled a little, knowing she had found the key to this book; and what a wonderful key it was.

With tired hooves she grabbed the book again, flipping to the page that started this whole mess and found the dispel symbols. It was like running on autopilot when she did so, enough that it felt kind of surprising when the spell released into her crotch. It didn’t feel any different, but it’s not like it was going to clean up the mess… more like just stopping the leak.

Although her body still felt warm, there was still a noticeable coolness against her rump. She was still soaked. It took more motivation than she would have liked to admit to finally get out of bed, get cleaned up, and sneakily raid a new pair of sheets from the laundry room. But after all that was done, she plopped down in bed like a bag of potatoes.

Before she was out, the book on her nightstand still caught her eye. It was amazing how fun reading was when somepony found a book this interesting. A whole new world discovered within those pages. She just couldn’t wait to read it tomorrow and see what the next chapter had in store.

Ch 2: Heat

“Goodnight, Sweetie,” Radiance said, kissing her daughter on the forehead after tucking her in for the night. “You’re just going to read for a bit and then go to sleep?”

“Yup!” Essence said with a nod. “I already read the first chapter of the book last night! I think I can do it again tonight!”

Her mother noticeably paused for a few moments, letting out a soft sigh. “That’s wonderful. I… I guess I’ll leave you to it then.” She turned to head out for the night as they wished each other a good night for one last time.

Quickly, the filly rolled over and grabbed the book laying on her nightstand. The red book had been waiting all day for this, and she was too. After last night, it was something that had been on her mind the whole day. Mom even let her go to bed a bit earlier so she could get some quality reading in first. Though, as much as she wanted to bring it up about what she read, Mom did seem to keep avoiding the topic. But that might have been for the best… telling her what the spell did was one thing, but explaining what she did with it felt kind of embarrassing to mention.

She opened up the book to the next chapter, pulling out her bookmark that she borrowed from her mother earlier in the day. This one seemed to be about… temperature? Or heat more specifically. She guessed being warm seemed to be a common theme with this book; it felt warm, she felt warm last night, and her magic was pretty hot too.

Apparently this was a way to get hotter, or induce heat instantly. It wasn’t a replacement for her normal season; if she was already in heat it would multiply the effects and she’d be having a really eventful time.

She flicked off the blanket. It was kind of warm, so she didn’t want to multiply the effects of this exercise like some silly filly. Also, she guessed she would have to avoid doing this spell in the summer since it was the season where it was pretty hot out.

Oddly enough, this chapter was quite short: only a few pages. The exercise seemed simple enough too with another set of runic symbols applied directly to the crotch. Her horn lit up and she plucked the spell from the page again; it seemed even easier to do after the practice from last night. Spreading her legs open she put it right on her fillyhood and watched the spell disappear into her.

Almost immediately, she could hear her heart beating faster in her ear and feel the subtle pulse down below too. A small tingle started to make itself known inside her lower belly and it only grew from there. Warmth spread over her crotch and kept expanding out until it was hot halfway down her legs; the tips of her hooves even tingled a little, causing a small squirm at the feeling.

Huffing out she started to take deep breaths. Whatever it was doing was certainly working fast; she was glad she tossed the blanket off if it could have been worse. Just then she felt something as she shifted, something that felt wet down below. She gulped again, wondering if it was the wetness spell from last night that turned her into a leaky faucet.

Slowly reaching a hoof down, she felt around for dampness. There was some, but it was much more manageable than last night. The one thing she did start to notice was folds starting to look puffy again once more. They seemed to be doing everything on their own, but the line between the lips almost looked tighter in a way, like a pony pursing their lips together.

She pulled her hoof back, sliding it against her crotch as she did so; it was enough to make her shiver and squirm slightly. Taking a few moments to watch her fillyhood wasn’t really helping as the warmth grew; it was starting to feel like her fur was too hot to wear right now. Her loins were calling for her to put her hoof back, but she wasn’t too sure. Would the spell bring her to the climax part?

There was a needy ache that remained as she let it go on for a while longer, but it didn’t feel like it was relieving anything at all. At least the vibrating spell from last night was getting her to that finish; this was just letting her stew in an uncomfortable warmth. Her rips rocked on their own, begging for a touch. This was starting to feel worse than the wet spell, especially when she felt some of her honey start to drip down to her tailhole.

Her patience soon crumbled as her hoof made its way below, hugging against her moist slit as her thighs squeezed tight around it all. “Nnnngh~” she let out softly, feeling some relief as she pressed in harder. Those lips below felt hot, really hot, like she was practically on fire.

She rolled over, and pressed her hoof with her crotch into the bed, trying to hold it as snug as she could. Almost instinctively, her hips twitched, but the movements soon became more until she was rocking back and forth on her hoof. She grabbed a pillow in front of her and buried her head into it as she felt herself wanting to moan out. “Mmmmmm~” she let out into the pillow with heated breath.

That’s what she wanted. It brought a small feeling of relief as she moved, similar to what she felt last night when it set her on that path to that finish. It felt good, great even! Her hips were getting her ever closer, pressing her fillyhood tight against the side of her hoof. That bump down below she could distinctly feel too, the firm pearl was where her body wanted most of the attention. Angling into it had her squeaking out into the pillow again.

That tightness inside was making itself known once more. Just a little more and she should be there. The pearl felt like it was going crazy, squeezing back and even poking out and tapping harder into her hoof every so often. That only felt better.

Huff, huff, huff, she panted into the pillow in time with her hips until she took a deep breath and held it. Her movements jerked around as she was pushed over the edge and felt the success of her work come to fruition. The wave of ecstasy radiated out through her entire body, as everything tightened and released down below.

“Nyyah~” she finally squealed out into her pillow when she started to come down.

Her hoof was completely soaked in her juices and the wet spot on the bed was already starting to form again. This was more fun than she ever expected, but it also seemed like a mess to clean up every time.

Tentatively, she wiped her hoof down on the side of her cutie-markless flank, letting the fur there deal with it as much as it could. Maybe next time she’d bring a towel in here? That could work… but Mom might ask questions if she found it hiding in her room. She softly hummed as she thought and worked out a plan in the future but didn’t really get anywhere else.

She looked back at the book, but even though the clock said it had been twenty minutes this seemed like a good place to call it for the night. She did technically read a whole chapter, and if each one was going to be like this in the future, maybe she could read until she climaxed? That sounded like a good arrangement.

Besides, she was starting to feel tired now after she had worn herself out. The heat and the unrelenting tingles had died down until they were barely noticeable. She didn’t really know if she’d have it in her to read another chapter and reach another climax, one seemed more than enough right now. With another yawn she placed the book on the nightstand and then rolled over. She could worry about taking a bath tomorrow morning.

She closed her eyes and cuddled into her pillow, smiling as she started to drift to sleep.

Butts and tails.

So many of them were in her dreams as she wandered through town. Though, even as she glanced at them, they always seemed to be covered in such a way that she didn’t see anything underneath. And it was hard to focus on them for more than a few moments. It was summer and the sun was cooking her; her fur felt like it was a giant blanket, keeping the heat in while her backside felt gooey as she walked.

Everything on her felt hot, sweaty, and wet. Her fillyhood was pulsing too, begging for a touch again. But each time she reached back, she stumbled forward, preventing her from touching it like some cruel joke. With one last attempt her hoof thrust down and she fell forward and hit the ground.

She could feel her pillow again as she laid there. However, the warmth and wetness from her dreams didn’t leave. It was ever-present and only amplified from the blanket surrounding her; it made her want to toss it off entirely, but the bed was comfy and she was too tired to will herself to move just yet.

The burning need between her legs was there, almost throbbing to get her attention. But her hoof was already near; squished into her while she slept. Slowly it started to move, pressing the tip of it into her folds to gently start rubbing.

It felt like she was still in a dream, being on that strange edge of awake and asleep. Her heavy her eyes finally managed to open to look at her clock. It was just after midnight.

With a groan she rubbed harder, tending to her needy button. She could flip over, but it was too much effort to lift her body. The tip of her hoof would have to suffice. She panted hard, letting the soft noises come out as they pleased. Maybe Mom could hear, but she was too tired to worry about consequences.

Soon that end was being built up again. Her face scrunched up as she kept rubbing, just at the right pace to send her off of the edge. A tired huff came out as she felt that blissful release.

Her head sunk into the pillow now that it was all over, her eyes staying closed and carrying her off to her dreams once more. She was already asleep before she even thought about cleaning her hoof.

The sun was coming through the blinds and she groaned out as she awoke. She wasn’t sure if it was all a dream or if it really happened, but it certainly felt like she barely got any sleep last night. Every hour or two her loins needed tending to; she wasn’t even sure how many times she had climaxed, but judging by her still wet hoof, the soaked bed, and the room heavily smelling like her, it was safe to say it was a lot of times.

She sighed as she slowly started to get up and get ready for the day. The tingles were completely gone now that sunrise was here, but the aftermath remained. Her tail felt like it needed a long bath… which was exactly where she was headed to get last night activities cleaned away.

Ch 3: Selfcest

Last night’s poor sleep wasn’t too bad, but as they day went on it started to feel more different than normal. It wasn’t like the heat spell was affecting her anymore, but she couldn’t help but think of the book every so often, and a slight tingle under her tail popped up at the idea of bedtime.

Distracting herself with her toy trains in her room was fun to do before dinner, but the book on the nightstand kept catching her eye. Maybe she could read a little now instead? Get today’s pages finished right away?

“Let’s just read a few pages…” she said to herself as she got up and trotted over to the book. The soft velvety cover had her heart beating a bit faster and her biting her lip in anticipation. If the last two chapters were any indication, she would be climaxing again. Sitting back down on the floor where she had been playing, she opened the book up to where she had left off.

Selfcest: loving yourself in an entirely different way.

Now that she had learned some of the basic spells for when she was alone, it was time for the book to show her what it could do; add a familiar friend to help her. It would help enhance her alone time with herself. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what it meant but not really coming up with anything useful. A friend of some sort would help her?

She shrugged. It would probably all make sense once she cast the spell at the end anyways; kind of like a book full of surprises where she didn’t know what she was going to get.

There were a few adjustments that she could make on the spell. Several symbols were listed on the side to make her friend have different personalities: timid, happy, oblivious, dull, her personality, horny, angry, or sleepy. She just had to replace the starting symbol on the spell to do it. But this one looked like the default was… horny. Whatever that meant; maybe this friend would have a horn like her?

“Ok, mystery friend here we go,” she said as she got to the casting part. Apparently, she needed to stand in front of a mirror so that it could see all of her or it wouldn’t work. It also wouldn’t work with multiple ponies with one spell, but that wasn’t a concern right now while she was alone.

She picked the spell off of the page and placed it right on her… wait. She read the sentence again just to make sure. Oh, it’s going on the mirror? It almost felt weird not putting in on her fillyhood this time. She floated the spell over and released it into the mirror instead.

The surface shimmered brightly, flashing like a camera before it settled down and started to look more like water on a lake; her blurry reflection showing back at her. But something started to make ripples in the center, and a cyan hoof poked out.

“What?” she couldn’t help but say aloud as the hoof reached down to the ground. Then a face popped out: her face. Her eyes widened as the rest of her new self walked out from the mirror.

The new Essence smiled and waved at her as they looked at each other.

“Hello?” the real Essence asked, waving back awkwardly. “Y-you’re me!”

“That I am,” the clone said with smile that was slowly turning sly the more that she looked around. “You have a cute room here, and you’re such a cute filly. Just like me.”

“T-thanks?” She blushed at the compliment, biting her lips as the other filly stared at her; it was a look that she hadn’t felt before, confident and… hungry? She gulped as her clone stepped closer. Why did her hips bounce like that when she moved? Her tail was hiked so high that anypony could have seen what was behind it.

She got close. Really close. She could feel her new friend’s breath on her muzzle as the clone looked her face up and down, from her eyes to her chin. “Mmmph!” she squeaked as the clone moved in and kissed her right on the lips.

“Mmm~… mmm~,” she started sounding out as they stayed together, the clone pushing into it deeper the longer this went on. Essence’s eyes were open the entire time, gazing on an exact copy of her face. She huffed hard, heart racing even faster as one thing popped up in her mind. This was her first kiss. It was with herself!

“Mwwah!” her clone kissed out and took a step back, a small trail of saliva connecting their mouths. “Nice to meet you… oh here… I’ll get that,” she said as she reached up and wiped Essence’s lips.

“T-thanks,” Essence muttered as the soft hoof sending a shiver down her spine. “T-that was… w-wow.”

The clone filly giggled and batted her eyes, holding her forehooves together and rocking her body like she was trying to be the most innocent looking filly in the world. “So, what were you thinking of doing together with me?”

She gulped. Her plan was to climax with this spell, but with another pony in the room it changed everything… even if it was herself. Those butterflies were back in her stomach, fluttering around like a crazy swarm. But as she watched her clone’s purple tail swishing around slowly, it brought an idea into her. The book was all about that kind of under the tail stuff, so many she might be able to get away with it.

“D-do… ummm… d-do you think I can look at your, umm….” Her face heated up even more than it was already was, trying to get that last bit out. “L-look under your… t-tail?” She squeezed her eyes closed, assuming the worst.

She heard another giggle as the clone went up to her ear and softly whispered, “Only if I get to look under yours.” The gentle voice in her ear sent another shiver rolling down her spine.

A cautious smile started to appear as she opened her eyes, just to see the clone smooch her on the lips again. Her heart fluttered in her chest, both from the kiss and what she was now allowed to do. She wasn’t exactly flexible enough to look at her own parts… but with this.

“Ooo, let me grab the book!” Essence said with a bit more excitement at the idea. She picked it off the floor and flipped to the drawing of a marehood within, but then partially closed the book when she realised her clone was watching.

“Let me see,” her clone said with a knowing smile, walking over and rubbing her shoulder against Essence’s like a very affectionate cat. Slowly, the book opened back up. “So, this is what you want to see? To get a good look at?”

“M-Mmhm.”

“Heh.” The clone filly guided Essence down with a hoof. It wasn’t a shove or anything, but Essence followed along with the direction until she was lying on her back. Oddly enough, the clone’s purple tail seemed to be angled just right to block her view underneath. Her bits could have been so easy to see before with the filly’s tail hiked up high earlier, but it almost seemed to tease her now that it knew what she was after.

She stared with wide eyes as her clone walked over her, placing her hindlegs on either side of her head. Her bits were still hidden with that darn tail in the way, but she was able to catch the two little cyan teats poking out from her underbelly. It was strange looking at them from this angle. Those were hers!

“My you look yummy.”

“I d-do? Eep!” Essence’s eyes widened even more, feeling a hoof stroke against her inner thigh and noticing just how revealing she was to the pony above; her tail wasn’t hiding anything at all. Her legs automatically tried to shut, but… she did agree to the trade. Instead she tried to relax a little, and as weird as it felt, she opened her leg for her clone to have a good look.

“I could just eat you up,” she said as she stared to lay down on top of Essence. That sounded weird, but she wasn’t really thinking about those details, not when her clone’s rump was getting closer to her face. She felt the filly’s weigh on top of her; two hardened nubs on the filly’s belly poked into her chest, and then, like a theater curtain moving off, that fluffy tail moved out of the way, revealing those darker cyan folds underneath.

Her eyes widened at the sight, biting her lip as she stared into the mirror of herself. But even though they hadn’t started touching it at all, those filly lips already starting looking plumper than normal, with a small bright pink line down the middle where they started to part. It even looked juicy the more she noticed; a small string of clear fluid connected her mound to the hair on her tail.

She heard a chuckle.

The clone was staring right at her with a smirk on her face.

Essence couldn’t help but blush and try to look away, pretending like she wasn’t staring at the fillyhood mere centimeters from her face; close enough that she could feel heat radiating off from in and catch a full scent that seemed to be a mix of citrus and a hint of freshly cut alfalfa. She recognized the fragrance – it was still her own – but never had it fill her nostrils like this before.

Her gaze avoided that spot as long as she could, but why? This was what she asked for and she was allowed to do it. Wiling herself to look back at her clone’s eyes for a moment helped her prepare herself and silently say that yes, she was doing to do this. Her eyes focused back on those filly’s bits, staring at them intently as if she was pushing the embarrassment she felt away.

She saw the clone look away and a wave of relief washed over her, as if some pressure was suddenly taken off. It was enough that she felt comfortable reaching for the book, opening it up and placing it on its side; a little awkward to read, but she could still manage if she tilted her head.

“Ok… I guess I can start with the top…” she said to herself as she looked at the book and then back, before realizing that everything was flipped. She stared at the page… looking at where the clitoris was and the labia. “Uhh…” she said, trying to figure out when it was on her clone… if it was at the top or the bottom of her fillyhood. Her hoof started to move to grab at it and check before her face turned red again and she immediately stopped.

She could look, but, “A-am… I able to… c-can I touch you there too?”

“You can do more than touch it.”

The filly’s sly tone helped ease those boundaries she was crossing, but it always felt like there was something more in those words. However, Essence wasn’t going to stop right here, she was so close to some real answers. Even if she had permission, her hoof moved slowly until it finally pressed against the filly’s hot mound.

It was strange how supple and squishy her clone’s parts were, they felt strikingly similar to her own… well… they were her own, just at a different angle. Every part, every line, and every curve was exactly the same. She traced the outer lips with a hoof. “This must be… the labia…” she mentioned, confirming it with the book.

A shiver went down her spine a stroke of a hoof bushed against her thigh. Essence’s head popped up in surprise, just wondering how close her clone was going to get. She had already made first contact, but now… she gulped… it was the clone’s turn.

The clone looked back with the same smirk on her face that she had since she’d gotten here. Another stroke on her thigh added to the stare. “Don’t mind me,” she said as she flicked her purple mane off to one side. “You can study all you want, while I have a little snack.”

“But you don’t have any foo-ooo~ ood~”

Essence’s legs automatically tried to close again, but all they met where the sides of her clone’s head. Even if it started with only a few kisses and a long lick of her tongue, it was enough to make Essence squirm.

A hoof wrapped around her hindleg, helping pry it open for easier access; it felt like she was a bowl of ice cream and her clone was intent on licking it up entirely. She stared at those folds, picturing a tongue licking in between them; it was starting to make her feel in a funny – and increasingly familiar – way. Though, as hard as it was to focus right now, her mind snapped back when she saw a pink dot flash out from her clone’s folds.

“Oh! That was the clitoris!” she called out as her hoof dove in to spread the lips that hid it, and finally caught a good look at the smooth pearl within.

“Do like when it winks at you?” her clone teased as she pulled back her head slightly and started to spread Essence’s own folds with her hooves. “Let’s see if we can get your clit to wink too.”

The filly could feel the cooler air on that sensitive dot. Her mind was focused on it entirely, especially when her clone softly flicked the tip of her tongue against it. A stark contrast to the deep licks she was getting moments ago; this was a targeted tickle right at one small point and she could feel it tingle all the way down to her hooves. That focused attention on her almost felt more overwhelming than anything else, and squirm as she might, there really no place to go with her clone firmly on top of her.

“O-oh~ b-buck~!” Essence cried out, as those soft tingles kept adding up until her crotch quivered, tensed, and her pearl jumped out.

“There it is.”

Another deep lick brought so much relief after that focused targeting, giving her a moment to breathe. The clone seemed content for now with slower licks that always seemed to linger; it was enough that Essence could look back at her book without too much distraction. “Ok... t-that was the c-clit-“ she almost got out before she felt her clone’s tongue move to that exact spot.

Essence’s hoof fiddled around more, trying to spread apart everything to reveal some of the stuff that was further inside the clone. Her magic started to glow, reaching out to help as much as it could. The weirdest thing though was just how much of a hole she was finding here; a tunnel that seemed to go on forever. But she had this too… a small pocket that she never knew she had.

“Uhh… urethra?” she tried to pronounce after taking a while to find that tiny hole hidden along her walls. The clone didn’t seem to have any issue as her tongue moved right to it in an instant. Essence grunted at how similar, yet unique in their own ways each part of her felt when it was licked.

Every time she called out a new spot she got a sample of what it felt like. That tongue knew just where to go and seemed like it was doing the alphabet on her each time.

“Pelvic floor~ oor~,” she panted out hard as the tongue pressed down firmly against her tunnel, just barely sticking in enough to her small crevice to reach it.

“Ahem…” she said, trying to clear her throat and mind for the rest of the labels on the page. Well, there was only one let. She grazed the rounded hole just below her clone’s tail as she looked at the book. “Anus… ahh~!”

The wet tongue didn’t waste a moment before it was circling around, licking right at her true backside. “A-ahh… o-o-k… ok~” she blurted out almost immediately from the odd feeling that came.

The clone chuckled as she pulled her head back, petting along the lengths of Essence’s thighs during the pause. “I think that was a good tour. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y-yes… that’s everything listed on this page. So, I think we’re done.”

“Oh?” the clone said with another chuckle in her voice, as her tail started to swish side to side, grazing along her Essence’s forehead each time. “Are we though?” The two glanced at each other as the clone winked… from both ends.

“Oh…” Essence said simply before a light bulb went off in her mind. “Oh!”

“You do look a little thirsty, and there’s much to drink. So enough with the studying and let put this to the test.” Those hips wiggled closer as another wink shot out and a few droplets of juice hit Essence on the cheek. “Time to try meeee,” she sang as her head dipped lower once more.

Essence’s hips bucked as she felt lips sucking right onto her button. It was hard to focus, but she knew she should try paying the clone back. Remembering back to the heat spell and just how much her loins ached for a touch, it kind of looked similar to the fillyhood before her. It felt hot when it booped against her nose and left wet marks from her soaked mound; there was already a warm trail that had been dripping onto her fur since the beginning.

Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked right where the winking clit was. It popped out, giving her tongue a little push as soon as she did. “Mmm… there we go,” her clone moaned in delight.

Essence kept licking that spot, trying to copy what her clone had done earlier and immediately hearing some pleasure-filled murmurs. She was doing a good job! Essence’s heart fluttered every time she heard those soft squeaks of delight and the deep vibrations getting moaned back into her.

She never thought her embarrassing request would have turned into this, but it was well worth it. The flavourful taste from the plentiful juices was so new, and kind of addicting. She moved all around, trying to lick against the sides of her entrance and even trying to poke in a little bit, until her muzzle was trying to squeeze in. When the clone found something that made her squirm in delight, she tried doing the same; if she liked it, then her clone would probably love it too!

The soft coos of delight, wet laps and slurps filled the room. Their sounds getting more intense and urgent as it went on. She could feel that tingle in her belly starting to tighten.

“Dinner!”

Essence was so close to that peak, pressing herself into the clone’s mouth to try and get a little bit more to push her over the edge. Her thighs tightened around the filly’s head, desperately trying to pull her in closer.

Her ears flicked as she heard hoofsteps coming up the stairs. In her lust-drunk state she could barely remember that someone said something from elsewhere in the house… calling about dinner. Her eyes widened.

“Get off!” she said whispered harshly, trying to shove the clone off from her. Reluctantly, the clone slid off as Essence jumped up in a panic and pointed at the closet. “H-hide!”

The clone didn’t move from her spot, only smirking playfully as she sat there. “Why?”

The hoofsteps were close and there wasn’t any time to argue. The doorknob turned as Essence hid behind the door, sitting there staring at the clone while her mother walked in.

“O-oh... you’re, uh… reading,” she said, looking at the book that hopefully wasn’t still on the marehood picture.

“Mmhmm, and I was just at the best part,” her clone said.

She could hear her mother take a deep breath and sigh. “Well come on now, dinner’s ready. You can uh… finish reading later.”

The clone started to get up and trot to the door. “Oh perfect. What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“You know, I was thinking we could have something else,” the clone said as just before closing the door. “I’d really like you for dinner.”

The hoofsteps started to fade away down the stairs. She could hear them talking again for a few moments, but couldn’t make out what they said now that they were too far away and talking in hushed tones.

“Oh no, this is bad!” she said pacing around the room, glancing at the book showing that detailed marehood in all its glory. “Oh no, this is real bad!”

The picture alone was probably worth a grounding, and who knows what her horny clone would get up to! She’d probably be grounded for the whole year if her mother caught her clone looking under her tail. And it wasn’t like she could rush down there and stop her, then her mother would really know something was up.

“Gaaaahhh!” she groaned as she closed the book and paced around the room, hoping for an answer to come. She plopped down on the bed, staring at the clock. How long did it take to eat dinner? Ten minutes? Probably faster if the clone was really hurrying. But… she didn’t look to have the same urgency at all. The clone looked relaxed during the whole thing!

She wished for it to just go away.

Her eyes lit up at that idea.

She could wish it away!

“Where is it… where is it?” she muttered, looking over the selfcest chapter, pouring over the details again to see how it would leave. There wasn’t any information about making it leave, but on closer inspection she did see that she could turn it into the opposite gender with a few switched symbols if she wanted too. Why she’d want to summon a colt, she had no idea, but at least the option was there.

She grumbled as she looked through the previous chapters, trying to find the answer she was desperate for. There was something in here that made this all go away, she was sure of it; sunrise was one that she vaguely remembered.

The clock almost taunted her for every minute that passed, each one being another year that was probably getting added to her grounding. The first chapter was one of the last that she looked at, but after skimming the page she caught the symbols to her salvation. Those were the ones!

She lit her horn up as fast as she could manage, but her heart was thumping so hard it made it difficult to concentrate. The spell slipped a few times, but finally she caught hold of it and looked around for a good spot to put it. “Uhh…” she glanced down at her privates and threw the spell there.

She couldn’t tell if it worked or not, but she grabbed the spell again and sent one at the mirror just in case.

Did that work?

She stopped to listen.

There wasn’t any obvious she could hear.

No sounds of fire or things exploding… maybe everything was fine?

Slowly, she got up to check, taking the book with her just in case she needed it again. The door creaked when she tried opening it slowly. Sneaking down the stairs she could hear a soft giggling coming from the kitchen, and as she got closer the smell of the alferdo spinach pasta wasn’t the only thing she could smell. There was the faint hint of sweat and citrus… and she was pretty sure she knew why.

The spell had failed.

“Mmm~” her mom squealed in delight as Essence looked around the corner, only two find them in a familiar position: the clone laid on top of her mom’s belly with her muzzle stuffed practically inside her mother’s marehood. She could barely see her mother’s face underneath her clone’s purple tail, but it was obvious what she was doing… and how much she was enjoying it.

Essence couldn’t help but stare at the sight, watching how her mother pressed into her clone’s backside, squeezing down on those flanks and pressing them in for a deeper kiss. Shaking her head she quickly remembered why she was here.

Opening up the book she grabbed at the spell again, sending it at the clone to stop all of this madness.

But nothing happened.

The sounds of sex still rang out in front of her no matter how many times she tried casting it and flinging it to anything she could think of.

She read the description over again, and practically facehoofed… right… she needed to climax first.

That was easy… she had done it a few times already so she knew what was required. Just a hoof down there and she’d be on her way.

She pressed into her folds quickly, rubbing around against her lips, trying to build up the feelings once more. Though, as she focused on her fillyhood, the scene in front of her started to catch her eye. It was easy to see what the clone was doing to Mom’s much fuller marehood; those lips being a darker shade from her usual pink fur. But the idea of what Mom was doing under the clone’s tale was enticing on its own; imagining how it would feel to have Mom gripping on her flanks, pressing her in tight like that.

Her hoof rubbed hard on her clit before sliding down and poking in a little with the tip of her hoof, imagining a tongue sliding in. After everything in her room and now this, that feeling inside her was coming quickly and the edge was fast approaching.

“R-right there~!” her mother shouted out desperately. “J-just a little bit more!”

That did it.

Essence stared right at the two as her hoof jerked on her fillyhood when she finally went over the edge; the sounds only fuelling intensity of her finish. She held in the squeaks that threatened to come out, determined not to make a peep during the whole thing.

Huffing hard she looked back over to the book, she was barely off of the ride but tried casting the spell anyways, sending it over to her clone.

“I’m there…I’m there! I’m-“ her mother breathlessly called out, until the clone started to fade out of existence, like she was never there to begin with. “I’m! I’m! ...I’m?” her voice petered off into confused muttering as she opened her eyes. Her muzzle was absolutely soaked in juices, and her mouth twitched as she tried to make sense of it all.

Essence eyes widened again as her mother noticed her sitting there, with her hoof practically stuck to her crotch while was still going in slow circles.

“Essence?!” she blurted out in a mix of confusion, frustration, and arousal.

“Eep!” the filly squeaked as she scrambled to her hooves, grabbing the book and clambered up the stairs as fast as she could.

It wasn’t until she got into her room, closed the door and hid the book in her nightstand that she started to slow down. She lied down on her bed, staring at the ceiling wondering if she could fall asleep now, even if the evening sun was still up. But now that she could actually stop for a few moments, there was a different feeling in her tummy.

Her stomach growled out, reminding her of the dinner that was probably getting cold in the kitchen right about now. Her hooves felt heavy, but she had to get up, had to eat dinner and had to see her mother. She imagined what was going to happen as soon as she started walking down the stairs, eyes were starting to well up, knowing that she was in trouble for sure.

“M-mommy,” she sniffed as she rounded the corner into the kitchen… but no one was there.

Only two plates of fettuccini on the dinner table and the aftermath of a cooking session were around. Hesitantly, she wandered over to the table and sat down, expecting her mother to show up at any moment to at least join her, but after being halfway done she realized that might not be happening, and oddly enough there was a faint sound she could hear.

Her ears flicked, trying to hear it better. It was a faint buzzing sound, and it was coming from Mom’s room. She could only imagine what her mother was doing… but at least she got her reading in for today.

Ch 4: Tentacles

Essence sat on the couch, eating a bowl of chopped carrots and frozen peas. The freshness of the carrots and the cold crunch of the peas made for a delicious lunch snack while watching some cartoons. Foal Force was on too, and she was actually able to watch a full episode of it this time and see them put away the baddy for good.

She was able to get away with these feats after her mom left to go shopping; there was no way she’d be able to eat on the couch normally, and especially not while watching the cartoon channel. But being alone meant it was a great time to relax and enjoy the simple things around the house today.

The morning had seemed normal, all things considered after yesterday. Her mother was cooking breakfast for her after Essence finished some of the morning chores, and then they sat at the dinner table eating like nothing had happened. Mom even asked about how her reading was going and seemed so surprised to hear that she was already done three whole chapters!

It was nice hearing the praise, but it was also good that she didn’t go into too many questions. Even if her mother caught her wet-hoofed on the kitchen floor yesterday, it wasn’t really something she wanted to go into more details about… even if it was one of the best times she finished so far.

Her bowl had a few more scraps in it that she gobbled up, and the show was starting to play the credits. She idly flicked through a few channels but quickly gave up. She stretched her legs before turning off the TV to find something else to do.

She stared into space, while she thought of her next moves. Maybe trains or colouring? Head outside and go see if one of her friends were home? No, she couldn’t do that if Mom was gone. She said that Essence needed to stay at home and that she would return in a few hours; longer than normal, resulting in a lot of free alone time on her hooves.

She kicked her hindlegs around on the couch as her mind wandered to the evening; like it had been doing more often over the last few days. The idea of the next chapter started to entice her again, wondering what different ideas the book had in store for her today. Her thighs closed tight as she felt that now familiar tingle growing between her legs, one that she could sate at any time.

With anticipation building, she hopped off of the couch and headed up the stairs; with Mom gone shopping and not due to be back until much later, it was a perfect time to get some reading done. Plus, it wouldn’t be as disastrous as having her horny clone and Mom around at the same time.

She made sure to close the door when she got into her room and went to grab the book from inside the nightstand. Her tail flicked as she picked it up, and plopped down on the floor to read. Every day the excitement always seemed to build just before she open the book up. Her body seemed to know what was she was about to do; the faint tingle she felt moments ago starting to grow.

“Ok… let’s see what you have for us today,”

Tentacles.

A staple for any book of this nature, for when she really wants to go all out and get rutted like she has never gotten rutted before. Essence couldn’t help but blush at that, figuring it was going to be one of the more intense chapters. However, she couldn’t help but think of those giant squids from the pirate movies. How exactly could those multi-limbed creatures make her climax?

She couldn’t really put the pieces together herself, but she was sure she was going to find out by the end of this all one way or another. The book did mention how grabby they are and how they would be getting into every nook and cranny they could. Essence just imagined how her clone yesterday had pressed her tongue inside of her; if it was doing that, she’d be more than happy about it. It continued mentioning how delightful they were, but as it started getting into more details about anatomy and natural habitats on wild ones, she started to gloss over the encyclopaedia type text of this foreign creature.

Although, there were quite a few different alterations she could do to the spell: a few whole pages worth. It mentioned everything from length and girth, to different types of tentacle tips, cum, and even eggs. She giggled, imagining summoning up some breakfast with this book. Some of the alterations she had an idea about they were for: extra wetness or lubrication, and vibrating. But even as she combed through the long list of options, she was almost relieved in a way to see the symbols get this whole things started.

Almost being a pro at this, she grabbed the symbols in her magic while reading through the instructions, before placing the spell right back onto the same pages like it asked. A light green circle started to glow and cover the whole page, swirling around like a lazy whirlpool. From the middle it looked like something was trying to poke through the green film, making tiny bumps at the center of the pages until it finally found an opening and came through.

“Hello there, little guy,” she said as she laid down on the floor, looking at the smooth green head of the tentacle poking out like a little worm. It kind of reminded her of that smooth cucumber she made earlier, except this one had a noticeable hole right on the end. Then her little guy wasn’t so little any more. It kept pushing through and started to get bigger, right until it was thicker than her horn. Then another started to wiggle through the portal, and another. More started slipping until she lost count.

The first one was almost as tall as her now. “H-hey there,” she said as she stood up and reached a hoof out to inspect it. It felt warm to the touch, and felt very gooey… like the whole thing was covered in a thick layer of wetness. She could start to see a noticeable bead of liquid coming out from the tip too. Maybe it was its way of getting wet like her? It made her hesitate on whether or not she wanted it on her fur, but all this crotch stuff seemed to make her a mess anyways. Plus there was always the option of a bath later.

The limb curled around her hoof. It wasn’t tight, but held on surprisingly well; even as she pulled back, its grip didn’t waiver in the slightest. “Whoa, you are grabby, just like the book sai- Ahh!” she yelped as it lurched her forward, enough that she was directly over the book.

“O-oh… ok, I guess you wanted me here?” she said with a little shiver in her voice. The butterflies were starting to come back, but they were feeling kind of different, like how she felt when her clone gave her those hungry eyes. The tendril didn’t let go of her hoof, even as it rolled around and curled up further, spreading its gooey substance all over her fur. She could feel it pulse, almost like a heartbeat under its skin. Was this thing just alive as her? It certainly felt like a real blooded creature and not a magical imitation, even from her very limited magical understanding.

A shiver went down her spine as she felt the slippery tendrils touching against her legs, caressing the inner parts of her limbs until they rubbed against her underbelly. Her heart thudded in her chest as they touched against her inner thighs and worked their way up. She could just barely notice that her tail was instinctively starting to rise and the tingle inside her was growing the further up they went. She gulped, knowing exactly where they wanted to go.

“M-my… y-you sure are friendly,” she nervously chuckled. “And, I don’t even have to ask you to do anything.” Playful as her clone was, they at least had a conversation before getting down to business. The mystery of exactly what they were going to do next was as exciting as it was intimidating, especially as she felt like she wasn’t going anywhere when the other tendrils started wrapping around her other hooves.

Her belly twitched as they touched against her teats, curling around the hardening nipples and softly rubbing into them. But that was just an appetiser for the main course that was stroking between the curves of her flanks. They didn’t touch her directly down there, but were so close they tickled as they grazed along her thin genital fur.

“Mmm~” she softly let out as the tips traced her mound. “Y-yes… r-right there,” she said, remembering some of the words Mom used yesterday. It was mostly for herself at this point, since this thing didn’t speak, and she wasn’t sure if even understood her yet.

More of these wet ropes started to tie her in other places, wrapping around the top and bottom of her barrel and taking her forehooves with them. She lost balance and went stumbling forward, but the tentacles didn’t let her go far. Her head was just a little lower and her tail stuck up high. She tried to wiggle her forelegs, but they were strapped tight into her chest.

The only thing she really could move was her tail, and that was only fanning the flames over her burning fillyhood. Almost mercifully the tease seemed to be over as a tendril started to rub along her slit. It wasn’t as wide as a hoof rubbing, nor as directed as a tongue, but it was somewhere in between. She felt her muscles twitch and her clitoris flash out.

Her face turned red in an instant, but she turned back to look and give a nervous smile. “D-do you… like when I w-wink like that?” Her clone said it well, so maybe she could too? She wasn’t sure if it knew what she meant, but with the tip of it suddenly moving to rub against that spot, it could have been possible. Her whole rear shook and her legs tried to close, but they didn’t make it very far before being stopped in their tracks… and spread wider.

She gave a nervous whimper, as her legs spread out wide, really wide, like Essence trying to practice the splits in her room wide. It was a good thing she had actually been practicing them, or else it would have been very uncomfortable.

The book had been right, this was getting into every nook and cranny. She could feel them sliding between every part of her nether lips, rubbing and gently pulling on them as they did so. It felt like a whole bunch of clones on her fillyhood, each just exploring in their own way along her backside, getting a taste of her delicious flavour like a refreshing oasis.

It did feel like there was enough to drink back there. Her backside felt absolutely soaked; she didn’t know if she was making all of it or if it was the gooey tendrils mixing in their own slippery coating. It might have been the latter, but she could also feel the wetness deep into her belly.

Essence let out a soft sigh as she focused on the ministrations on her crotch. They were gentle but firm, and it wouldn’t take long before they were going to get her to the climax. But her eyes started to widen as she felt something different happening.

It reminded her of her clone’s tongue, feeling into her slit and wiggling around inside her. She expected it to do that – hoping for it actually – but it started to go in a bit more than a tongue, reaching places that had been untouched up until now, spreading her tunnel open in a way that she hadn’t felt before.

She felt it deep in her tummy as it worked its way in, and a moment of realization hit her as she stared at one of the tendrils. After her impromptu anatomy lesson yesterday she noticed her hole went in much further than she, or her clone, could reach. The tentacles were like a tongue, yes, but they didn’t have anything like a muzzle to stop them.

Her belly tensed up as soon as she realized there was a lot more going to slide inside her. Her tunnel stretching for the first time and clamped down tight around the explorer; there was no indication it was stopping. “O-ohhh~” she whined out, wondering just how far down the rabbit hole this was going to go… or foal hole in this case.

Her legs squeezed against their restraints as she felt it scratching the deepest tingles she had. It felt so foreign, yet completely natural to be filled up like this. Her hips rocked a little as she felt it bump up against something else inside of her. Was that as far as it could go? How much of it was inside her? She didn’t know, but it felt pretty far in, like it was wearing her like a puppet and could get her lips to move if it wiggled the right away.

“A-ahhhh~”

It started to retreat, letting her tunnel relax for just a moment as it pulled back. However, it didn’t go far, maybe halfway before it pressed right back in.

“O-oh~… ok…” she panted out. “T-this is new.”

Her whole body bobbed in the air as it moved. One of her hindlegs automatically tried to balance on the ground but it only caught air. She glanced down, only now noticing that she was completely off the ground; wrapped up or prodded by every single tentacle that came from that book.

It felt similar to rubbing herself on the outside, but unique in its own way. There was more to it. She felt fuller. Awakening new sensations in a place she hadn’t truly felt until today. The book mentioned rutted.

She was getting rutted.

Something in her mind just felt like that was ok, and she purred out in delight. “Mmmm~ y-you’re rutting me,” she said, trying out the word on her tongue and giggling as she said it louder. “You’re rutting me!” Mom wasn’t home so it wasn’t like she had to be all that quiet.

“Haaaa~ Haaaa~ Haaa~” she panted with her mouth wide open, reveling in the wet squishing between her legs. “You’re rutt- mmghhgh!”

She didn’t even notice it until it was too late, but one of the tendrils slid into her open mouth. “Hmmm…” she let out disappointingly, hoping to call out to the world what was happening. But she let out another huff and guessed the tentacles didn’t want to listen! She expected it to pull out or maybe even just hang around, but it kept going in deeper.

Her eyes widened as she felt it slide down to her throat. She slurped hard as drool started to pool, mixed in with the gooey substance covering the creature. It tasted like thick water more than anything, with a subtle saltiness and a hint of something that reminded her of a fresh green forest. “Huugh~ Huugh~” she let out as her throat squeezed when she tried to swallow it.

She wondered if it was going to go down forever as she watched as more of it slide into her mouth, but right when it started to get uncomfortable to breathe it started to pull out, and thrust into her repeatedly like it was doing below. To her, it didn’t feel anywhere close to the sensations in her fillyhood, actually it was about as physically arousing as eating a banana; but added onto everything else that was happening, it felt like something more.

She was almost ready to sink in to the feelings around her and ride it out till the end, but another tendril was poking somewhere specific. It was like the tongue from yesterday when her clone ventured a little too far down, a wet kiss on the other hole just below her tail. With her clone, they both chuckled as it happened and moved on from there, but with this creature’s tip circling around her ring of muscles and giving a long wet kiss to the center, she knew it was going to go much further.

Even as her fillyhood was getting rutted enough that she could already feel something building within, this intrusion onto her rear was all she could focus on. She could feel the tip of it wiggling around, spreading more of its gooey substance outside and even a little inside when it dared to poke in ever so slightly. It played around for a few moments, but each time it was gaining more ground inside her and stretching that hole open.

She shifted her hips as much as she could. It was a similar sensation that she had felt before, but everything was in reverse this time. It kept going once it slid inside her. She tried to look back to see, but couldn’t with the tendril in her mouth holding her still. She could only feel as more and more of it slid in. It was hard to tell how much, but it was deeper than she ever thought possible, way more than what was in her fillyhood. It only was a few seconds, but it felt like forever until it stopped, only to pull back and start rutting her tailhole too.

This was too much and more than she’d ever imagined. There wasn’t really one thing to focus on, but just the entire culmination of everything. “Mmmm~! Mmmm~! Mmmmm~!” she squealed as they took her from all directions; making her moan, twitch, and squirm on autopilot. It was a good thing they had held her, else she would have been a ball of uncontrolled limbs as she writhed in this overwhelming pleasure.

How her body wasn’t a pile of goo was beyond her at this point as the building climax was going critical in mere moments. Her fillyhood was getting stuffed as it moved faster, and even took longer strokes down her tunnel; almost going fully outside before diving back in and bumping against her core. Her tailhole was even starting to feel incredible the more this went on; the tendrils moving deep inside her well lubricated hole. Even the tendril in her throat was adding to it, only letting her moan out and breathe when it pulled out; she didn’t know why it made her feel this way, but it was hard to put into words when being taken from every direction.

That tightness inside her felt so coiled up that she just screamed into the muffling tendril when it finally unraveled and sent her flying over the edge. Her front half curling up even if the tendrils tried to stop her. Her holes clenched around the intruders to where her already tight tunnels clamped down so hard that they slowed them down to a crawl.

Essence couldn’t hold anything back as it felt like her entire soul was reaching its peak. She cried out so loud her mother would have heard her from the market if her throat wasn’t stuffed. Her fillyhood finally released for just a moment, clenching tight before squirting out a hot gush of her own juices down upon the book below.

“Nggghhh~ Ngghhh~ Ngghh~” she panted and groaned out after the wildest ride of her life; limbs limply hanging in the tentacle’s grasp as she tried to get back to reality. Who was she? Was she even a pony anymore?

Luckily, the tentacles had slowed down to give her some respite and were almost pulsing in delight from the aftermath; the light green portal below was even pulsing too.

She finally started to blink like her entire brain had finally rebooted itself and she started to look around the room a little more freely. The tendrils in her backside were buried deep under her tail and still slowly moved as they throbbed.

She almost wondered why the creature wasn’t gone before she realized that it probably wouldn’t go until morning or until she dispelled it. Casually, trying to wiggle her hooves free from her chest to grab the book didn’t get anywhere. The tentacles twisted and moved a little, but it was nowhere enough to breakout.

The tentacles inside her started to calm and their pulsing ceased entirely, but to her dismay, she felt them spring back to life, almost like someone had flipped the rutting switch back to on. After that climax her fillyhood felt so sensitive it practically stung as it moved, she squeezed her eyes tight and started to struggle in earnest but they weren’t budging at all. Maybe if she was stronger like her Mom she’d be able to do it, but right now she was at the tentacle’s mercy. She couldn’t even grab onto anything now that she was a whole hoof further off the ground than she could reach!

Her breath was filled with a mixture of whines and moans as they all dipped into her over and over again, setting her sensitive fillyhood on fire, but also bringing that tightness in her belly back for a second time. She felt exhausted, but that creature was going to bring her there again whether she wanted it or not… and many more times after that.

Desperately she looked at the book below, lighting her horn up, trying to focus on her magic with what little concentration she had left.

“Mmmmm~!”

Her aura grabbed a page, trying to flip through the sides to find the right spot.

“Ngggh~!”

She squealed aloud, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment to gain some composure, while just barely holding onto her magic and the feeling of the page dangling from it. Her eyes widened as she saw the ending few symbols. Not all of them, but enough to tell she was on the right page.

“O-Ohhhhhhh~!”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried pulling the page open to see the rest, but it was stuck closed with the tentacles in the way. Her heart sank, but the tingly feeling inside forcibly rose. She tried to grab at the spell, but only felt half of it; she tried throwing it at the creature anyways but nothing happened.

“Ngh~! Ngh~! Ngh~!”

The sensations flooding her finally were too much and her horn faltered, letting the pages slip from her grasp. She was just on the edge and she could feel it, but determination set her horn alight once more. Desperately, she tried to remember what spell it was, and maybe cast it herself without the book, throwing it at the creature again and again until finally she couldn’t concentrate anymore; her second finish was here.

She squealed as the encore happened all over again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and beyond as the second wave sent her squirming. The dull stinging was still there, but the pleasure overshadowed it completely. Her belly clenching over and over again, squirting out a tired blast from her fillyhood that only added to the mess below.

But as tired as she was, she scrambled to focus again. The tendrils throbbed hard inside her and paused, giving her the break she so desperately needed. Her horn lit up again and grabbed at the pages. As soon as she saw the symbols she tugged it open and luckily the tentacles were relaxed enough that she could see the spell.

She grabbed at it and threw the spell at the creature as fast as she could before her horn gave out.

Like some giant pony was pulling on them from the other side, the tentacles quickly sunk back into the portal from wherever they came from. She gasped as soon as her throat was clear, finally getting a pure breath of air!

“Uhhhgh~!” she squeaked, as she felt the ones in her backside slip out so fast they made two wet popping sounds. Her hooves touched down on the ground, but she couldn’t keep them up and fell right onto her side. She panted hard as she closed her eyes, taking a break on the floor for as long as she needed.

She could feel herself back there, so sticky and slimy, and feeling so empty after being utterly stuffed. By the way her fillyhood and butt felt, they seemed to be parted and getting kissed by the open air. She could also feel a hot trail of wetness dripping down the side of her butt cheek and onto the floor. Good thing her mother was gone for now as it would have been real awkward for her to walk in, to see her daughter laid out like this.

Essence couldn’t help but giggle. Not moving a muscle as she laid there chuckling, she didn’t think she would have even cared to hide herself if she heard hoofsteps on the stairs right now.

No… all she wanted right now was to take a nap... or a bath…

She’s been taking a lot of baths this week.

Ch 5: Quiet Spell

She had been a bad filly.

Well, not entirely bad, but she certainly wasn’t doing what she was supposed to. The last chapter had been far beyond the intensity she had expected before going into it and her rear had been sore for a while long after. It didn’t hurt too much, but it certainly felt like she overexerted herself. To which she took the night to recover, and then the next night. After a while it had been quite a few days and she was more than behind on her promised reading.

She knew she messed up as soon as Mom asked, but she sheepishly admitted to it anyways else she get in even more trouble. Being grounded from the TV for a few nights did leave her with some more reading to do, but a new chapter still felt daunting after that noodle filled surprise. However, it seemed fine to re-read a few of the chapters and practice some of the spells once more.

But tonight wasn’t that night.

Even from this morning she had an inkling to trying something new, especially because she was going somewhere new today. After packing her saddlebags for today, she and her mother set out to woods outside of town with nothing but their wits… and snacks… and blankets, a large tent, and a whole assortment of other essential camping supplies. Her bags probably would have been heavier if they didn’t bring a small cart with them as well.

It was nice to get away for a bit too; to smell the fresh pine from the forests trees, hear the chirps and squeaks of the small critters, and taste the delicious smores they made off of a crackling fire in the evening. Even a clear view of the stars was a treat to see, with no outside street lights hiding their magnificence.

But she couldn’t see any stars now that she was in their spacious tent and under the covers of her blanket. The only thing she could see here was the book, illuminated up by one of the flashlights she packed. Even though a part of her was anticipating this part of the day, she had been sitting like a statue; barely moving and hadn’t even opened the cover in twenty minutes, waiting for mom to fall asleep at the other end of the tent.

It took a few breaths to work up the nerve to open the book. She winced as the air mattress below her squeaked as soon as she moved her hoof. Even with the crickets outside, she might as well have been making thunder with how loud it felt. But it didn’t stop her, she’d just have to be slower and make this as quiet as possible.

Soon, she pulled out the bookmark and started to read the next chapter. A cool shiver went down her spine as she read it: a loudening spell. For when she really needed to get back at her neighbours after they kept her up all night, or to crush the dreams of her ex who was creeping by the place. She blinked a few times. That was oddly specific.

The rest of it seemed simple enough, and almost routine by now… but maybe she’d just read through this part and not actually do it tonight. Being loud really wasn’t something she wanted to do right now with her mother on the other air mattress only a couple meters away in this large tent.

She bit her lip, hoping that her mother didn’t somehow sense that she was bending the rules a little. Maybe she could just catch up on this spell later! That was it!

“Oh…” she let out as she read the next part, only to freeze upon making the unintended words and listen as well as she could through the blanket. Everything still seemed clear.

Her eyes went back to the page, biting her lip a little to contain any more outbursts.

This one was a quiet spell. It was a way to leave her immediate surroundings; so quiet that no pony would be able to hear her even if she was having fun in the closet right by the family dinner table. She blinked a few times and read it over again. That… actually seemed doable!

Her horn lit up, grabbing the symbols of the spell in her magic as she read over the casting instructions. It was like she was putting them into a large bubble, one that surrounded her and the entire air mattress. She tried focusing on the imaginary bubble, letting the spell slip from her magical grasp when she thought it was enough. It… was hard to tell if it worked, but it did feel like the spell went into something.

Her ears flicked against the blanket on top of her head, trying to hear for something different. Well… there was always one way to check.

She stared out to the other end of the tent, peeking past the edge of the blanket. What if Mom knew what she was planning? The time was ticking by as she waited with her mouth half open, trying to say something. Maybe she could try asking her for a glass of water or something?

“M-mom?”

It was barely a quiet whisper, but it still felt like she was being way too loud. She gulped.

“Mom.”

There was no way she didn’t hear her.

“Mom!”

She couldn’t help but chuckle snort. “Mom! Mom! Mommy! MOM!”

“MOOOOOOOOMMM! Heheheh!”

Either Essence was truly silent or her mother had turned to stone. It was odd though, her voice sounded the same, but there was a slight muffle to it, almost distorted in a way. And with her new found silence, that meant. “I can do anything I want!” she said with a gasp as she slipped back under the covers, slid the book to the side and lied down on her back; a more comfortable position for what she had in mind.

She didn’t dive down immediately, even as she started to tingle down there; her body knew exactly where this was heading. Instead her hoof lingered on her belly, poking against the two hardening nubs of her teats. But with a stretch of her hoof she reached out and cupped her fillyhood, pressing in tight as her hips pushed back into the hold.

Her hoof wiggled a little, getting in between her parting folds and starting to draw out some of that wetness she knew needed some coaxing out. From the several days since she cast the tentacle spell, this was the first new one she was trying out in a while. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t been enjoying some of what she learned on a few of the nights.

The sensitive dot hidden inside her folds was nice to touch, but the full grasp on her mound felt like the right way to start everything off. The gentle circles she did with the sides of her hoof and gentle pressing of the tip of her hoof into her crevice was slowly getting the fires lit within. “Mmm~” she softly let out, before her eyes went wide at the sound.

But the sudden panic quickly faded as she remembered the spell. “MMMMM!” she forcefully moaned out, making it a point to be extra loud to try and calm her fears. Even if they were in the same tent, she didn’t need to worry about holding back her moans; her lungs could sound out as freely as they pleased as long as the spell was up. At least that was what she kept trying to remind herself.

The circles started to get firmer as wet squishes came out from down below. Instead of the side of her hoof pressing, it was now her soft frog rubbing up in long strokes, gently pulling at her lips. She could catch her faint citrusy and alfalfa scent filling the air under the blankets. Her breath shook and her head pressed into the pillow as she rode up a little wave of pleasure. It wasn’t the big finish. Not yet at least. But it was enough to indulge in for as long as she could.

And like it was never there, the crest of the wave passed and she stared down at her fillyhood as her hoof casually continued.

Even as she circled on her clitoris, her horn started to light up as she started to will a magical cucumber into existence. But the magical field waivered, even as she tried putting more energy into it. Multitasking was taking its toll and nothing solid formed. She huffed a little and paused her dance down below, focusing on the shape in front of her.

She had gotten it to work a few nights ago after reading the book again, but this time she was just trying to pull it from memory; a smooth cucumber was all she needed. With her hoof now still and some concentration, she felt the magic flow into the shape and actually start to hold together. It felt right, but she pushed a bit more magic into it just to make sure that it stayed together.

Like a switch, her horn shut off and the magical length fell onto her chest. It certainly was solid, but yet only a fraction of the weight of a real vegetable. The weight didn’t matter though; it was the shape she was after. Biting her lip she grabbed it in her magical grasp and floated it down below. It was nice that these purely magical items seemed to stick to her telekinetic field, unlike real objects that seemed to always want to slip from her grasp.

She could feel the warmth of the cucumber and the faint magical tingle as she slid it down the center of her nether lips. The tip played around the edges of her entrance, wetting itself on her juices, anticipating the plunge to come. Her hoof wrapped around the back of her thigh, pulling her leg up and spreading herself to get a better look as the tip started to press into her.

The translucent bluish colour of the magic toy started to blend with her inner pink, letting her see a hint of the tunnel inside her; at least as much as she could without a mirror. But then again, she remembered how she looked a week ago with her clone and how she tasted on her own lips.

“Mmm~” she softly called out, pressing the toy in a little further and starting to do shallow strokes, easing the toy in at her own pace. The thought of eat her own fillyhood again filled her mind, and having the task reciprocated filled her horn with energy. She hadn’t called the clone back yet, but it might not have been the best idea right now anyways, even if she was silent.

Neither would tentacles be all that great now. It holding her up for the world to see while it plunged into her from all directions, pressing in as far as she thought possible. She pushed the toy in deep, awakening those inner sensations once more, trying to recreate the feeling of one of those tendrils stuffing her entirely. “O-oh… y-yea~” she whispered under her breath as she held the toy there and started shaking it from side to side inside her. The length moving around like that was enough for her held leg to kick out.

The slow penetrating appetiser was building the fire up even more, her loins were starting their needy calls, and who was she to deny them that request? With a pull of her magic, the toy came halfway out, right before she plunged it back in. She focused her magic on the base of the cucumber, pretending that it was attached to a small wheel between her legs; spinning down as it slid inside and spinning up as it came back out, all in a rhythmic motion. Even the different angles of penetration had their own feel to it when she pretended the toy was attached to an even bigger wheel.

The circle track she moved the toy on with her magic was all she needed to focus on, else her magic get lost in the pleasure. It seemed simple enough, but the slow build up inside her always had her magic wavering when it was getting to the good part, and her hoof didn’t feel the same as using her magic; maybe this time she could go further than almost getting there like she had done before.

“Ohhh…. Oh~!” she let out, going at a sprinting pace for a few moments as she rode a small wave to the top; the first of many on the way to the big finish. One of her hindlegs pulled up as everything started to build up, before reflexively kicking into the blanket below as it got too much. With a small waiver in her horn, she let out several heavy breaths of content and slowed down to a steadier pace; one that she could actually hold to the end. Her mind stayed on her horn as best as she could, letting her body feel what it needed to feel, and move how it wanted to move.

Even if her limbs seemed to be flailing around without any care, flashlight dancing around as she moved, and air mattress squeaking out below her, it didn’t matter at all. She could forget about trying to be quiet for one night and let it all out how she wanted to. Juices were flowing freely and heavily filling the air under here with her unique citrusy and fresh alfalfa scent, only to be replaced with fresh air when her hoof pushed at the blanket and let some waft in.

“UHH~!” she let out deep from within as she pushed in just the right way to have her belly squeezing tight and tunnel almost trying to milk the magic out of her toy. That sensation she never could have imagined getting used to, but now it was hard not to crave this moment, even if it was a little tougher to move the toy around until she relaxed a little more.

She held her breath as she rode up another rise that was bigger than the last; she was getting close. The wet squishes each time she pressed were music in this moment; each squeak, gasp, or moan only adding to the ensemble she was creating under these sheets.

Limbs grabbed, pulled and pushed around like they had a mind of their own. Her body couldn’t help but follow along, sending her tossing and turning like it was a night of restless sleep. The light of the flashlight danced around as it rolled on the air mattress’s surface. Her head turned to press against the pillow, grabbing some of it in with her teeth as she felt the biggest wave yet rise up; this was it.

The tingles grew even more as the toy slid all the way down her tunnel each time, but she could feel her horn faltering. She bit harder on the pillow and focused as much as she could on that circle motion with her magic. She didn’t want to give this up. She couldn’t give this up!

With one last effort, she pushed that much more until she could feel herself reaching the peak and lifting off. Her hindlegs pulled up as her thighs squeezed tightly together; legs being just far enough up that she could still keep her magic going. ”O-ohh~! OHHHH!” she moaned out loud, letting her lungs be free as they wanted; the build-up hit her again and again.

Hey fillyhood squeezed the intruder with all its might, sending her relatively smooth rhythm into jerky spasms, trying to move in her vicelike hold. Her head lifted off the pillow and her whole body curled each time she managed to sink the toy in, letting out a weak grunt every time. The race was over, but each last thrust felt like a victory lap.

Her horn finally cut out and everything relaxed, letting her fall back into her pillow with a whump. The toy was still lodged deep inside, but it was fine to hang around there for a while; the magical tingles trickling into the deepest of her walls only added to the afterglow she enjoyed for those precious few seconds.

But after some heavy breaths, she found enough energy to do what needed to be done and pull the toy free with her hoof. It was hot and completely soaked, but she didn’t keep it for long, tossing it down and pushing it to the very bottom of her blankets with a hindleg to dissipate later.

As much as she didn’t want to move in this moment, she still had a few more things to take care of. Her eyes slowly opened and her horn lit up again as she focused on the silencing bubble surrounding her. The magical aura pressed against the bubble, trying to make it turn off now that she was done. It wasn’t taxing, but it wasn’t easy to do. It was like she was trying to unlock a faulty door, feeling some of the correct things fall into place, but never actually getting it to work all the way.

After fiddling with the spell for a few minutes, she ended with a huff and grabbed the book. The attempt felt closer than the last few times she practiced the dispel spell on her own; just on the edge of working, but it still wasn’t enough. Flipping to the familiar page, she plucked the spell out and a moment later the slight muffle of everything inside this bubble returned to normal.

With that all done, she stuffed the book back into her nearby saddlebags, clicked the flashlight off, and fell back as she slowly started to drift off to sleep. But as she quieted down, closing her eyes and hearing the gentle sounds of crickets outside, there was another noise coming from the other side of the tent. Her ears twitched a little as she focused on it: soft but heavy breaths, and a noticeable rhythmic squeaking of an air mattress.

Sleep was taking over, but her mind still wondered what that was. It might have been what she would have sounded like without the muffling magic. She mentally chuckled. Mom really needed to learn the quiet spell too.