Pixie Panic in Ponyville!

On any other week, Twilight Sparkle would be out and about on the streets of Ponyville, enjoying a nice summer’s day. The townsfolk would greet her with a smile as she visited friends, or simply took a walk around town in the warm weather, just enjoying the atmosphere.

But this was not any normal week. Twilight was tossing and turning on her bed, in the worst throes of heat that she’d ever experienced in her life. “Ugh, these stupid hormones!” she moaned, pressing her face into the soft down of a pillow as her tail flicked erratically over her backside. “I’m not ready for foals, so why is my body as horny as a lovesick filly!”

Her mane was frazzled and unkempt, as she had been restless in bed since she woke up that morning. There was no way she was going into town like this anyway, not after what happened during last year’s heat cycle. If Rarity hadn’t been there to pull her away…

She froze as her tail flagged at the lewd memory, and a fierce blush splashed across her face while she used a hand to push it back into place. “Stop that! This isn’t working, I need something to distract myself or I’m gonna go nuts!” she sighed at how worked up she was getting. “Jeez… I’m a princess of Equestria and I can’t even control my own body. Talk about pathetic.”

Twilight hopped off the bed, stretching her body and wings wide as she did so. She hadn’t bothered putting on any normal clothes this morning - no need to if she wasn’t leaving the castle, right? - and besides, Spike was off helping Rarity today, so she had the place all to herself. She deserved to strut around in her underwear!

“A good book is just what I need to clear my mind! Let’s see here…” Twilight said aloud as she started walking through the bookshelves of her study. “Nope, not that one… read that last month… ugh, not another research paper… hmm.”

She stopped at her private collection of romance novels, although Rainbow might have more accurately called them smut if she ever saw the titles. She picked one at random, where a dark grey pegasus mare in a maid’s outfit looked up over her shoulder at a dark blue, sharply dressed stallion embracing her from behind.

“‘Feather Duster’s Secret Service’, huh? Real classy. But I suppose I haven’t read it yet, so… Huh?”

Twilight looked up from the book as she thought she heard a small rustle from the doorway, but it didn’t look any different than before. Her mind was playing tricks on her in its heat-addled state, she supposed. With a shrug, she made her way back to her bed, flopping down on her pillows as she got started on the book.

Ten minutes later, the princess gave a mocking giggle as she finished another page. “How did this rag even get into my bookshelves? I mean seriously,” she snorted as she repeated the line that amused her.

“‘Feather Duster bent low over the table while Storm Black watched from the kitchen, the hem of her skirt lifting just barely enough for him to glimpse the stark white panties beneath’? Blech, who reads stuff like this?”

But even as she mocked it, there was a part of her already invested in Feather Duster’s lewd adventures as the maid of this millionaire recluse. Subconsciously, Twilight squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them gently as a trickle of fluid leaked from her. Despite its questionable quality, she just couldn’t put it down.

“Maybe it gets better later on,” she rationalized to herself, flipping through the pages. “I’ll just--”

Her attention was caught once more, this time by the faintest buzzing that had stopped as soon as it started. Had she left a window open and a bug flown in or something? Her eyes flicked back and forth, scanning the room, but nothing seemed out of place… She turned back to her book, not noticing the squadron of pixies that had landed on a higher rung of her bookshelf, watching her with interest.

Finding a chapter that looked interesting, Twilight read on, “They lie together on the bed, hands intertwined. No longer maid and master, but mare and stallion. Two ponies, seeking comfort. And their lips met, setting off fireworks in Feather’s mind.” She blinked, realizing what kind of chapter she had stumbled upon. “O-Oh, this is…”

The rational part of her knew that this was just drivel, designed to be a cheap thrill and not worth her time. But the baser part of her, the part that was giving that insatiable itch between her legs… that part liked it. Twilight bit her lip. There was nothing wrong with enjoying smut for what it was, right?

Her left hand seemed to agree, as it snaked down her belly and under her light purple panties, and she gasped softly as the tip of a finger brushed her clit, feeling how wet she had already gotten. There was no point in resisting it - she wanted this.

Twilight turned back to the book, reading the next passage. “Storm ran a hand along her back, brushing her spine as it moved lower. Mmf! … His hand cupped her bare backside, as he gripped her tail and pulled it gently while kissing her neck. Ohhh, that’s…” she moaned, dipping her fingers inside her pussy. She imagined his hands against her fur, groping her with passion.

It was stupid, she knew that, Storm was a fictional character. But in that moment, she could almost feel his hands on her body, his breath on her neck. “Feather Duster arched her back in ecstasy, grinding her chest into his. She -- ahn! -- she pressed her lower lips into his shaft, feeling its size against her entrance. Oh Celestia, why is this so good?” Her heart was hammering against her ribcage, her toes curled on the comforter as her fingers slid in and out of herself in rhythm.

“‘I need it, now’, Feather Duster whispered into his ear huskily. Me too, I do too,” Twilight moaned, flipping over onto her stomach as she grabbed a pillow to prop up the book. With it in place, she grabbed another to press to her chest, grinding herself into it as if it were an invisible lover.

She focused her magic into a solid form, a spell she had used many a sleepless night in the past, and felt the long, phallic shape start to appear. With frantic haste, she directed it back toward her tail, pulling her fingers free of her pussy so that they could rip down her panties as she lined up the ethereal toy.

“Right… t-there!” the alicorn spluttered as she jammed the magic dildo deep into her folds. She rolled her clit between a finger and thumb, hitting that sweet spot of ecstasy. She was so close, just a bit more now! “Storm growled as he thrust himself into her, breaking that final barrier between them with fervor on the way. He filled her entirely, long, thick, brushing against both walls easily. And then…”

Twilight bit the pillow as she read on, her pace quickening to match the description. “Storm, please,” she moaned as she imagined him plowing into her from behind, forcing her solidified magic deeper as she mimicked Feather’s needy dialogue. “Make me yours! I want this, only this!”

She might have noticed and reacted to the crackle of magic as it blasted toward her, spreading from above as it hit her in the back, had it not been for the rocking orgasm that swept through every nerve of her body at the same moment.

Instead, it merely heightened her pleasure as it hit, sending tingles everywhere from the point of her horn to her wingtips to her toes, and she collapsed on the bed in spasms. The magical toy fizzled out of existence as she came down from her high, wings spread wide and her breath heaving from the effort.

“Oh my… Celestia, that was intense…” Twilight huffed, lying face down on the pillow as her nethers twitched and pulsed. She’d used her magic to push her over the edge many times before, but this is the first time it felt quite so… electrifying. Like tiny pins and needles were running all over her body even as she calmed down, and it was increasingly difficult to push herself up off the bed.

It was then that she felt the book fall on top of her head, its open pages smacking against her noggin with a painful thump! “Ow! Sheesh, way to ruin the mood… huh?” Twilight grumbled as she rubbed her aching head, only for her hand to stop short as it felt something very off. Or, rather, something missing entirely. “W-Where’s my horn?!”

That shock was enough to wake her right up, and Twilight leapt to her feet on the bed, desperately grasping her forehead, parting the hairs as she tried to feel for her horn, or even a stump to tell if it had broken off. “What the heck?! My head feels completely flat! Where did it go?!”

As she scrambled and panicked, the sound of muffled giggling came to her ears, and Twilight looked up to see a group of tiny winged women rolling on the upper bookshelves in apparently glee as they laughed at her. “Woodland pixies! What are they doing out of the Everfree Forest?!” Twilight fumed as the sprites continued to point and squeal with laughter. “Did you do this to me?! Well, let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine!”

The mare pointed her hand at the group, willing a block of ice to form up and trap them all in frozen terror, but… nothing happened at all. Twilight gasped in horror as she realized her magic had been taken away with her horn. How did they manage to do that? Pixies were tricky creatures, but surely their magic wasn’t that powerful, right?!

But it wasn’t just her magic, Twilight noticed as she caught sight of her hand in front of her face. Her fur looked… different, like it was losing its purple hue and growing darker. The hairs along both of her arms were growing grey, in a hue that looked so familiar but she just couldn’t place…

She stepped backwards in surprise at the sight, and her foot slipped off the comforter as she fell roughly to the ground. “Gaah!” Twilight yelled in surprise, hitting the ground with a hard oof! Blinking away the stars in her eyes, she knew she had to get out of here, and fast. Without her magic, she was practically defenseless against the pixies, who were all rising to their feet.

Twilight felt her body changing as she turned to scramble away; her legs had taken on the same grey coloration as her arms, and her panties slipped off her ankles as she bolted for the door. Her breathing was strained as her bra felt tight against her chest, and something was twisting her straight mane and tail as she ran.

I’m going to make it! She thought to herself as she reached the door. Clothing be damned, she had to find help before this got out of control! She gripped the doorknob, ready to throw it open, but--

Now, now. A maid can’t leave until she’s finished her responsibilities, my dear.

Twilight gripped her head as the voice rang within it. “W-What was… that supposed to mean?” She wondered. Her hand still gripped the knob, but something stayed her feet in the room. There was a nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, and she couldn’t leave until her job was done, right?

“Wait, what job?!” she shouted. This wasn’t making any sense to her… or was it the heat that was making her question things again? She released the doorknob and stood near the exit, the urgency of leaving having left her.

There’s a good girl. You’re looking so lovely tonight, with how you’ve braided your mane.

“Braided? But I don’t…” she cut herself off as she pulled her mane forward. It was indeed woven into a tight triple braid, falling far lower on her back than it normally did. And it wasn’t her normal purple and pink, but instead made up of rich black strands of hair. In fact, it looked just like how it was done by…

“Feather Duster…?” Twilight whispered, the pieces falling into place as she observed her body, which had now completely been covered by the dark grey fur. “This is impossible, how did I--mmm!”

She couldn’t help but double over as an immense pressure seemed to wrap around her torso. She felt her hips and thighs, where the pressure was strongest - and there was no doubt about it, her assets were growing beneath her fingers; pressing against the expanding pudge felt so nice, she just couldn’t help it as she rubbed her hands along her flanks.

Now… straighten up.

Twilight snapped to a standing position immediately with her hands crossed over her crotch. The words sounded like honey but there was a subtle tone of command oozing from underneath. She struggled, urging her arms and legs to move, but it was as if they were locked in place. She started to hyperventilate, her eyes darting around the room in the vain hope that something could break this spell.

Relax. You’re so stiff. Wouldn’t it be nicer to ease the tension, and return to your normal height?

Like a giant hand was pressing down on her from above, Twilight felt the pressure on top of her head. It felt as if her legs would buckle under it, but instead of any pain, it merely felt like she was shrinking under its weight. She bit her lip, knowing the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. It eased off a moment later, and she guessed she was about four feet tall now based on the bookcases.

A proper maid needs her uniform, right? Get dressed.

Oh no… Twilight wanted to say, but her lips were as frozen as the rest of her body. She felt soft fabric blossom out of thin air, wrapping around her chest and belly and legs with ease. Two long white socks flew up from her feet, and a pair of matching gloves covered her hands. She felt her mane and tail become tied with what felt like ribbon, and the soft fabric fell over her chest and back as she caught glimpses of a lacy white and black outfit on her body.

Now don’t you look lovely? Take a look at yourself, enjoy your beauty.

Movement returned to Twilight as she stood there, but oddly her first instinct wasn’t to run to the door to escape. Instead, she moved in front of a nearby mirror in her room while her hands wandered her body, feeling the larger breasts gracing her chest, exposed by a generous cleavage window in the maid outfit. Her bra and panties had vanished, replaced by frilly, lacy underthings more befitting of cleaning staff, and she even saw that a thin layer of mascara had been applied to her eyes.

“Oh my goodness,” Twilight whispered, touching the mirror with a hand as if to confirm it was really her. “I… I look good…” It wasn’t what she wanted to admit, but even so she couldn’t deny the pleasing shape she had taken. This would be difficult to explain to the girls…

Oh, you won’t need to explain anything. You’ll be joining me now.

“What?” She asked thin air, catching sight of the pixies hovering in midair behind her in the mirror. They were holding the book she was just reading, the book on Feather Duster and Storm Black, its pages still open to the rather steamy scene. “N-No, I have to…”

But Twilight couldn’t elaborate what she had to do. The next moment, a powerful shockwave blasted through the room, and she fell to her knees, still facing the mirror. Slowly, as if caught in a wind tunnel, Twilight felt herself being pulled backwards, to which she yelped and scrambled to grab something, anything that could hold her in place.

“Wait! Y-You can’t, I’m not a maid! I’m Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria!” She hollered, for all the good it did. The pixies were cackling maniacally as they held the book open, and the ink on the page was shifting and morphing as a vortex formed out of the words and pages.

Twilight paled as she finally realized what was happening, but the slippery gloves and socks gave her no purchase on the floor as she continued to slide toward them.

“NNNOOOOOOOOOO!”

One last scream was all she could manage before the wind became too strong, and Twilight was picked up by the suction, hurtling toward the open book. She fell in head first, her torso getting instantly swallowed by the void of words and letters. It was dark, so dark, but she couldn’t take the time to get her bearings as she felt her lower half squeeze between the book’s halves, and now she was tumbling head over heels into the abyss as she heard the faint sound of the book snapping shut above her.

The five pixies cheered happily, drunk off of the magic oozing from the book as it absorbed their latest victim. They flipped the book onto its back, observing the cover. The illustration sparkled as it changed, morphing into the iconic image of Twilight Sparkle wearing the eponymous maid’s outfit as she gazed up at the stallion above her.

They chattered to each other, proud of subduing such a powerful pony. They had sensed her immense power, the absolute tidal wave of magic that now radiated from the lascivious book, and it made her conquest all the sweeter. If they could take down such a powerful target… maybe they had outgrown their forest home. It was time for a change.

Though they could not read, the story was interspersed with the occasional illustration, and it was these pictures that captivated their attention as they flipped through the pages. They found one particularly interesting one near the end of the book, where a lustful image of Feather Duster gazed longingly at the silhouette of another pony standing just out of frame…

***

Twilight gasped as if taking her first breath in minutes, panting as a cold sweat rolled down her face. The room was completely pitch black, and she couldn’t see her own hands in front of her face. It felt like she was lying on something soft and plush… a bed? She fumbled near the bedside for a light, and her hand bumped into a small lamp which she quickly flicked on.

She was indeed lying on a bed, covered by a soft fleece blanket, but the room was entirely unfamiliar to her. It was simple, with a single window to the outside where a rainstorm was falling overhead. She closed her eyes, straining to remember… she remembered the maid outfit - which to her dismay was still wrapped around her body - and the changes to her body that made her look like Feather Duster. She remembered being pulled into the book, falling for a long time…

But then where was she now?

There was a knock on the door of the bedroom, which made her jump. “Feather? Is everything alright? I heard you shout.” It was a stallion’s voice, and Twilight felt herself tense up.

Okay, at least there are other ponies here, wherever that is, Twilight thought to herself as her mind started racing. I just have to figure out what’s going on and how to get back to the castle. She cleared her throat and responded to the question.

“A-Ah, oui mazter! Eet iz nozhing to worry about!” She had to do a double take; her voice sounded higher and lighter that normal. And what was with that accent?! “I seemply had a nightmare!” That wasn’t what she wanted to say at all, it was like her brain said one thing and her mouth said another!

The bedroom door creaked open as the stallion entered, and Twilight felt her breath hitch in her throat - though whether it was her or Feather Duster reacting this way, she couldn’t be sure. His midnight blue coat seemed to sparkle even in the low light, and he was adorned only in a pair of plaid pajama pants, leaving his muscular chest exposed.

One thing was for certain. He was unmistakably Storm Black, the love interest of the maid character of her book, in the flesh as he walked to her bedside. And he had called her Feather, a fact confirmed by her physical appearance. Her mind raced as fast as her heart as the pieces all fell into place.

Twilight had fallen into the story itself.

And with no more horn, no more magic… how was she supposed to get out?

Storm sat on the edge of her bed and sighed, reaching a hand over to cup her cheek tenderly. “I am glad to hear that,” he said, his soothing voice sounding like music to her ears. She felt her hand move over his as he continued, “You know, I didn’t get to thank you for your quick thinking this afternoon. My dinner party would have been a disaster if you didn’t step in for the cook.”

Her face lit up in a flush as he praised her, and Twilight smiled bashfully. “Pleeze, eet was my duty! I could not let a seemple bout of the flu ruin such an eemportant night.” Scenes flitted through her mind as she looked down. She hadn’t done it for selfless reasons - Storm had looked so dapper in his business attire and she yearned for a glimpse at him.

No, she had to remind herself, Feather Duster wanted all that. I may be in her body, but I’m not her! I’m still Twilight, and I have to keep it under control!

A moment passed silently between them before Twilight felt her chin being turned toward him as he angled her eyes back towards his. “Thank you,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against hers.

W-Wait, back up mister! Twilight panicked, urging her body to back up as he closed in, but none of her limbs listened to her orders. You can’t juh - just… oh Celestia...

It was as if fireworks had exploded in her mind. Even the light contact was enough to send her heart aflutter and her tail flicking restlessly. Twilight struggled to get herself back under control, but whatever meager restraint she had was being lost under the tidal wave of emotion that Feather Duster felt in this moment.

Her arms slinked over his back, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. She could feel the rippling muscle, athletic and well kept, under her fingers as she rubbed his shoulders. His breath was hot on her face as he leaned in with a hungry moan, pressing her against the pillows with a light yelp from her.

Twilight felt him break the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers as they caught their breath. She couldn’t stop this feeling welling from deep within her - and she wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. Memories of their time together were worming their way inside; the lingering looks, the unresolved tension, it was all coming to a head right before her eyes.

This isn’t right, this isn’t me! Twilight thought, desperately trying to wrestle control of the body back. Every step was met with resistance from the maid’s consciousness. It was like trying to wade through knee-high molasses. If I can just get control back, I can do… something! There has to be some way to get out of this situation… no matter how good it feels...

“We… we shouldn’t,” Storm panted, never moving an inch from his spot. His eyes opened, gazing deeply into hers. “A master and his maid… I don’t wish to force my desires onto--”

She silenced him with a finger against his lips, nuzzling against his neck as she curled her tail around his. “Hush, Storm,” the mare whispered, biting her lip as that familiar heat built in her nethers once more. “Tonight, we are more zhan zat. I want zhis.” Twilight broke the nuzzle to press their noses together with a coquettish giggle. “Pleeze, ztay weeth me. As mare and stallion.”

The stallion chuckled at her words. “As you wish,” he growled into her ear, teasing her with love bites to her earlobe as she squirmed under his touch. “Then let’s break down those barriers, shall we?” His hands moved to her sides, rubbing her curves as he started loosening her maid uniform’s laces.

Twilight bit her lip, her back arching as every brush of skin against skin left electric tingles along her fur. Storm clearly knew what he was doing, moving with purpose as he helped pull the dress over her head, leaving only her undergarments behind. The pleasure was just too much, it was too hard to think through the haze of endorphins that flooded Feather’s head.

I have to… do something… Twilight moaned aloud, feeling her disorganized thoughts slipping through like water through a sieve. The stallion expertly unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free of their confines. Heehee… bouncy, bouncy boobies… Wait, focus! I have to keep it together, have to -- O-Oh…!

His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently between his fingers as he massaged her. “Mon dieu… don’t ztop!” Feather’s voice sprang from her lips, wracked with pleasure as the leaned into his touch. Twilight found it hard to argue; feeling those familiar pangs of heat desperation pound through her body, yearning for the embrace of a lover to carry her through the worst of it. And here was a willing volunteer to meet her need.

Sure, he might be just the love interest in a trashy romance novel, completely fictional outside of this context. But right now, Twilight reasoned, so was she. Where was the harm in indulging her role for a bit? She could always figure out how to get back later...

Wouldn’t it be easier to just… let go for a bit?

As that thought arced through her mind like a bolt of lightning, Twilight felt her mind become engulfed in the pleasurable sensations; no longer was she in the passenger seat of this body. She was front and center to every touch, every sound as their bodies meshed, as if her acceptance of this role was exactly what the story was waiting for...

Not to mention that Storm’s touch felt like magic against her skin. Perhaps literally, as Twilight felt the crackle of magic spreading from her chest where his hands caressed. She couldn’t suppress a moan as her breasts started swelling in size, eclipsing his hands in moments while she arched her back. She cupped her hands under her boobs, squeezing them firmly as she gave him a half-lidded gaze. “Ze girls are ‘appy to zee you, mon ami. Zhey can’t wait to meet your leetle friend,” she giggled flirtatiously.

She felt her wings - Feather’s wings - extend to their full length as her hands wandered to his pants to loosen them. He grunted as her hand brushed against the bulge poking from his pants, straining against the fabric already. Twilight felt herself practically salivating as she tugged the pajamas lower over his hips, until--

With a final hard tug, he sprang free of the trousers, his dick poking through in all its glory. She was definitely drooling now, and without a second thought she leaned her head down to give it a kiss on the head, eliciting a pleasured sigh from the stallion.

Twilight felt his hand on the back of her head as he tried to gently push her further onto his cock, but she giggled and sat up straight. “Oh non non, so eager! But my derriere needs ze same attention as my chest, wouldn’t you zay?” With hands pressing into his muscled chest, she climbed onto his lap, biting her lip as she felt his member slide against her rear.

Her eyes were sparkling playfully as Storm leaned in for another kiss. “Who knew that Ms. Feather Duster had such a naughty streak?” He teased her with a deep chuckle. “I think a bit of punishment might be in order.”

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap, as Twilight cried out with how good it felt. She could still feel her right cheek throbbing at the area of impact, but she barely had enough time to react as a second audible whap sounded as he spanked her other cheek. Storm clearly knew how to get her riled up - perhaps he’d had experience with punishing her? - and his hands each grabbed fistfuls of her butt, kneading and groping the squishy flesh in his palms as Twilight was forced to grind her chest into his.

“It’s awfully cruel to tease a stallion, you know,” he whispered into her ear, and Twilight felt the shiver run down her spine at the sultry tone of his words. “A taste of your own medicine ought to teach that lesson well…”

She’d already felt her butt start to expand in his hands, but his next act is what really brought her to new heights. With a roll of his hips, Storm ground his cock between the soft skin of her rump, leaving Twilight’s eyes rolling up into her head as her tongue fell from her lips. “A-Aahn~!”.

H-He’s just too good! She whimpered internally, feeling the tip of his pole teasing her back door as her butt swelled larger, squeezing him between her cheeks. How much more of this can I take?!

Thankfully, he soon slowed his teasing gyrations, though her ass had grown to hotdog his cock between the supple mounds of flesh of her rear. She panted, their frenzied kissing devolving into her biting his lip needily while clenching herself against his dick. “Hah… ‘ow do I look?”

Storm moved a hand to her face, cupping it as he looked into her eyes. “Enchanting,” he whispered as his other hand traced up her body from the curve of her backside to her petite shoulders. “Like a shortstack of pancakes that I can’t wait to… enjoy.”

She just couldn’t wait any longer. Twilight pushed herself to her knees, sliding his cock from between her rear and angling her pussy over it. She noticed that he was already dripping a bit of fluid from the tip; it made her warm inside to know he was enjoying this as much as she was. “Zhen… make me a woman,” she begged of him, pressing her lower body onto his.. “Eet is your duty tonight… Storm Black.”

The rational part of her brain balked at the over-the-top and cheesy dialogue she was spouting, but it was vastly overshadowed by the sex-crazed persona she had adopted. The lewd maid whose body she was piloting had only one thing on her mind (and with any luck, in her hole soon enough). Escaping the story was secondary to the sensations that flooded her body, teasing every corner of her consciousness.

In the next moment, her entire world exploded as Storm grabbed her hips, the slap of hand against flesh resounding even against the patter of rainfall outside. “I would hate to make my mistress wait,” Storm grunted, taking that final push to couple them together as he slid fully inside her.

Her breath caught in her throat, her entire world encapsulated by the filling sensation of the stallion inside her. Surely she was tighter than normal, as he forced his way deeper, inch by inch accompanied by a wince of pleasure at each push. By the time he’d hilted his shaft deep within her, she could barely think of anything else but her own pleasure. That all-too-familiar feeling rippled through her body as her cunt clenched onto him, lubricating them both as she leaked profusely.

If Twilight hadn’t known better, she’d think this body was outright made for sex. Fitting for the situation the maid now found herself in, she supposed. She’d just have to make sure to rock both their worlds tonight!

With a sultry grin, she pressed her hands into Storm’s chest, using him for leverage as she pushed herself off his pole in a flash. The quick movement caught him by surprise, as he gasped audibly, letting his head hit the pillow behind them. It seemed even this suave hunk of a stallion could be teased, a fact she was all too eager to exploit.

“Ooh, very good, very good indeed,” Twilight purred, tracing her fingers on the fluff of his fuzzy, muscular chest. She gave him a wink as she caught his eye, starting to pump her hips up and down slowly along his cock. “Tonight, I am your mizztress, and you would do well to ‘ave me scream your name, mon amour.”

But he would not let her take the reins fully, it would seem. His grip on her hips tightened as he began meeting her movements halfway, driving himself into her tunnel with every slap of his hips against her thighs. Sweet Celestia, it’s so vanilla but my body reacts like he’s a sexual deity! Twilight thought as she started drooling in her ecstasy. Breed me like an animal, you god among stallions!

As her second orgasm drew nearer, with the sounds of their laborious coupling in the spacious bed, she realized that her wish had indeed come true…

***

The pixies giggled, languidly rolling across the plush surface of the princess’ old bed in the castle. Pulses of raw sexual magic were blasting outward from the book’s pages, which lay open between them as they frolicked. Now this was a conquest worth passing down through generations; an alicorn, brought low by their trickery and made submissive to their magic!

Drunk on the geyser of magic oozing from the book as their victim was relentlessly plowed by her fictional lover, the group of tiny sprites teased themselves and each other as the overpowering feelings flooded their tiny heads.

Two of them were locked in a furious battle of dominance, their heads pressed against the other’s lower lips as they licked and flicked and nibbled fervently at their bounty. A third was ravaging herself with a tiny phallus shaped into the fourth pixie’s image, who had paid a dear price for trying to subtly finger herself with her back to her peers. At least now she served to pleasure her comrades with every fiber of her being!

The last pixie, their captain, straddled the open book’s back cover as she ground her plump pussy into the solid surface. A tiny stream of her juices leaked down the pages, though she could not bring herself to care as she absorbed the brunt of each magical pulse of energy as it radiated from their trapped pony.

Occupied as they were, none of the pixies noticed the alicorn’s crown, a symbol of her place as an Element of Harmony, begin to faintly glow from within its glass case...