Glazed Filling

Fortunately, Twilight wasn’t enthusiastic enough to insist on Mocha breeding her that night, so he was allowed to rest for a bit until they left the next day. The trip to Ponyville itself was rather light since Twilight wasn’t being allowed to take most of her things with her, so it was just Mocha, Twilight, and Spike alone in a pegasus-drawn carriage. Twilight spent most of the time brooding, while Spike told Mocha stories about his Ogres & Oubliettes character that Mocha had forgotten already by the time they got to Ponyville.

“I’ll start my festival duties right away,” Twilight said as they finally approached their landing. “Spike, you get the library ready while I go check on the first things with Mocha.”

“Not with me?” Spike asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Relax, Spike,” Twilight smiled and patted his head gently. “There’s always a lot of stallions courting around festival times, so having a stud with me will keep them from bothering me.” She said ‘stud’ as if it were a disgusting meal item.

Mocha kept quiet, and tried not to eye up Twilight too much since she obviously wasn’t comfortable with him. He wasn’t particularly comfortable with her, though it was more because of what Daybreaker might do to him if he was a disappointment.

“First we’re stopping by a local farm,” sighed Twilight as she looked at the notepad in front of her, jotting things down as Mocha followed shortly behind her.

“I half expected you to immediately start researching another attempt at… you know,” Mocha chuckled nervously.

“My duties as Daybreaker’s apprentice come first,” Twilight scowled at him slightly before continuing towards the farm. “I will work towards her goals like a good student, my ‘other’ hobby is for my spare time. I’m glad you know not to mention it by name in public at least.”

There was quite a dissonance between Twilight’s respect for her mentor and desire to assassinate her, but after hearing the royal sisters speak of it, he got the impression that it was in a way an unofficial part of her duties as well.

They trotted over, finding a very large stallion slamming his hooves into a tree hard enough for all the apples to fall out, for some reason all landing neatly in baskets beneath it. That was part of earth magic that not even Mocha understood being one. Twilight turned and trotted towards him, chest forward and back straight as if attempting to keep a royal demeanor.

“Excuse me, farmhoof,” Twilight called loudly to him, her voice booming more than needed. “I’m Twilight Sparkle, protégé to Daybreaker herself, here to check progress on the festival. Where is the owner of this farm?”

The stallion jumped slightly at the booming voice, almost taking a fighting stance, then relaxed, though didn’t look any less nervous once she identified herself. He pointed at a red barn.

“That’d be mah sister Applejack,” the red stallion pointed at a red barn nearby. “Somepony else took ‘er behind the barn to breed, poor guy.”

“Poor guy?” Mocha asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Eeyup,” the stallion replied cryptically, but there wasn’t time to speak with him as Twilight had already headed off behind the barn.

“Uh, should we wait until they’re done?” Mocha suggested politely.

“I will wait until they’re done,” Twilight assured, but her eyebrow twitched when he questioned her. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be ready to speak to her.”

They could hear the solid thump of the activity before they rounded the barn, the sound of a large object smacking against the ground, accented by the soft slurp of flesh stuffed in wetter flesh. Upon rounding the corner, they saw exactly what they expected.

A tan-coated blond-maned earth pony in a cowgirl hat of all things had a brown dark-maned earth pony pinned to the ground. Given his dollar-sign tie and money-bag cutie mark, Mocha assumed he was someone important. Either way, she was riding his shaft like she thought it was a rodeo. Even from many hoofsteps away, Mocha could see the splatter of her juice with each impact.

“Hm, that’s Filthy Rich,” Twilight said as they stopped about ten hoofsteps away from the two. They didn’t seem to notice her or Mocha yet. “He has too many ties with the palace for me to ask for his assistance, but the fact that somepony like him wanted to court this mare certainly says something about her.”

“Isn’t he a bit too old to be a breeder?” Mocha asked curiously.

“Oh, he probably used his connections or bribed somepony,” Twilight sighed. “It’s a little annoying, honestly.” But apparently not annoying enough for her to risk drawing more attention to herself by intervening.

“That’s it,” Filthy said smugly, putting his forelegs behind his head. “You know, I wanted your mother something fierce and she never showed interest. So glad the Princesses put these new laws into action so that… “ He paused suddenly. “Squeezing a bit too tight there, filly.”

“Well ain’t that interestin’,” Applejack clenched her teeth momentarily, but apparently wasn’t willing to come down on him too hard for what he said. Perhaps he was a business partner that she herself didn’t want to burn bridges with. Her hips only began rolling more firmly, putting both forehooves on his chest to brace herself, rolling her hips more smoothly and tightening up her muscles.

“Damn,” the stallion moved his forehooves to hers a little nervously, than continued. “You know, it’s too bad you don’t have an older sister… damn mare… loosen up a bit!” He panted, starting to look very nervous.

“Can’t do that,” Applejack grunted, her smile becoming just a bit more smug. “Like ah literally can’t… so ah’ll apologize beforehoof fer what’s prolly gonna happen.”

Mocha saw her whole body undulate as she clenched harder, and Filthy’s eyes looked like they might pop out of his head from the pressure. He gripped at her legs harder, his hind legs flailing slightly as he visibly clenched his teeth. Something had started to go very wrong for this stallion, the confidence draining from his face.

“Stop, please stop!” Filthy was suddenly trying to pull himself out from under her, in spite of supposedly being the one to initiate things, tears running down his face as he shook his head.

“Can’t stop, partner,” Applejack grinned down at him as her movements up and down seemed to become harder with each slam downward. Mocha could swear he heard the soft crack of bone now with each powerful impact of her hips. “Didn’t ya come here ta make this cowgirl yours? Mmph… gonna cum so hard now… prolly gonna clench even harder then. Sorry again.”

“No, don’t!” the stallion shrieked like a filly guide in a pit of spiders. “I changed my mind, you’re free to go, please don’t!”

“Sorry,” Applejack grunted as saliva dribbled out the side of her muzzle. “If some legal obligation forces me to accept any stallion that strolls up to claim me, then it also requires I give em the full ride, don’tcha think?”

“Hm,” Twilight said, tilting her head a bit as if somewhat fascinated by the tables turning in front of her. Mocha could see the gears in her head were turning as she watched this, though he couldn’t imagine what.

He couldn’t take his eyes off it either, though it felt more like watching a train crash than live porn. She was definitely talented, her movements seeming practiced, and her strength impressive. She was clenching so tightly that each time she raised her hips, he was pulled off the ground slightly by his shaft before she let him slide down to the ground again. She was drenched, and Mocha could see the splash of fluid as their bodies collided, both ponies covered in sweat that shined in the sunlight.

Applejack slammed her muscular hips down onto him several more times, body shaking as she arched her back and moaned into the air. Mocha could see juice spurting out all over the suitor’s body from the tight penetration, then suddenly stop as if she clenched too hard for more to get out. Filthy opened his muzzle, but couldn’t even scream anymore, as if in shocking pain, his whole body convulsing.

“Celestia’s flaming cooch,” the stallion swore, tears streaming down his face when he finally got words out. “You could crush coal into diamonds…” He gagged violently, body shivering before passing out.

“Sorry… agin… maybe try a mare yer own age next time?” Applejack said apologetically to the unconscious stallion, then added quietly to herself. “Kinda an ass, but sure hope he keeps doin’ business with us.”

As she stood up to dismount, her tightly clenched hole lifted his unconscious body off the ground, only dropping it when she finally relaxed. More of her pent up orgasmic juices flowed out over the discarded colt, but it didn’t seem stringy enough to contain any sperm. When separated, his own shaft spurted a few unenthusiastic jets of cum, too late to reach its intended target.

“Greetings,” Twilight said, refusing to look at the stallion and keeping her eyes on Applejack’s face. “Twilight Sparkle, royal celebration organizer, here to check on the food.”

“Howdy!” Applejack turned as if just seeing them, but greeted in return without missing a beat as she casually rubbed her rump in the grass to get off some of the stickiness. “I’m Applejack, owner of Sweet Apple Acres and second in the family after Granny… she’s sleepin’... as usual.”

“Hm, so you’re next in line to head the family…” Twilight commented to herself, which Mocha found rude but ‘his’ mare didn’t seem very socially aware. “I’m just here to check on preparations for the Sun Celebration. Is food coming along well?”

“It’s goin’ great!” Applejack said, face tightening sternly. “Thanks fer standin’ there and waitin’ patiently. Yer a lot more… polite than other reps that visited, so that’s good.”

“I’m sorry?” Twilight tilted her head. “Look, I just want to know if you need any help or if the food is going well.”

“Oh yeah it’s swell,” Applejack nodded, her face relaxing. “Sorry… guess you don’t have anything to do with the mess over in Canterlot. We sorta got fined when some of the aphrodisiac apples we tried sellin’ made some breeders sterile. We were banned from sellin’ there and have sorta had to start over from scratch.”

“Ah, I see,” Twilight nodded. “I know how that is, I don’t know how many times I’ve performed an innocent experiment only to have someone brutally maimed as a result, and it’s not always my fault.” Not that Twilight could completely understand when she got special royal treatment.

“Not… entirely sure that’s tha same, but thanks anyway,” said Applejack. She finally turned to Mocha. “So are you with her or are you another stud lookin’ fer me? Ah mean ah can’t say no, but ya should think long and hard… sorta like yer thang. Not bad, by the way.”

It wasn’t like he could help having an erection when the air around them smelled of Applejack’s well-stirred juices. That and it hurt just to imagine that she was thinking about crushing his bits on ‘accident’ like she did with Rich.

“Ah, no,” Mocha took a step back, crossing his legs a bit to politely cover his boner. “I’m with… Twilight.” He didn’t specify he was her stud, since he figured Twilight probably wasn’t keen on starting a conversation about it.

“This is an impressive farm then,” Twilight tapped her chin, perhaps also trying to deviate from the potential tangent. “I was surprised how expansive it was, and now even more so that several core members of the family live here. To think so much food comes out of one location… I’m sure you’ll do quite well for yourself.”

“Ah well um…” Applejack peered at Twilight for a moment to try to decide if that was a compliment or a veiled threat, then shrugged. “Well anyway, nice ta meetcha. Ah’m gonna send Mac to get an ambulance for Rich’s ‘farm accident’.”

Applejack bumped her rump against Mocha in passing, sliding against him enough to leave a bit of juice and winking at him in passing. Mocha stiffened nervously.

“Well if ya do wanna try to claim me sometime, feel free,” Applejack added as she headed off with her tail hiked up behind her to show her drooling nethers, fluid drooling down her thighs. “Wouldn’t mind feeling that dick gettin’ squeezed inside me.”

Twilight watched thoughtfully for a moment as Applejack trotted off, then once she was out of earshot, trotted over to Applejack’s victim as she spoke to Mocha.

“You know, most of my former contacts that helped me out were probably executed or gone to ground after my last plan fell through,” Twilight commented as if it were nothing. “She wouldn’t be a bad new contact to make though, since I could help her rebuilding efforts in exchange, don’t you think? Her not being allowed to do business in Canterlot is an issue, but maybe my ability to get her that back might work as an advantage for me in negotiations.”

“Um… I won’t be executed next time you… make an attempt, right?” Mocha asked quietly.

“It’s hard to say, but there’s a good chance she’d have lethal intercourse with you like she originally planned to do,” Twilight said casually. “Though she might also consider executing you to be more of a reward to me than a punishment… no offense. It’s not like I want you dead, it’s just… you know.”

“None taken,” Mocha lied, but trotted over to the downed stallion alongside her.

"Don't worry," assured Twilight. "I'm fairly sure my next attempt will succeed."

"Great..." sighed Mocha doubtfully.

Twilight poked a hoof at the stallion’s battered shaft, his unconscious body twitching a bit at the merest touch as she examined him. She slid her hoof over his sack as well to check it, though it was all with a very ‘medical’ expression so it didn’t seem like a grope.

“I see,” Twilight mused. “He’s not ruined in a permanent sense, but she’s right that he probably won’t come to claim her again after getting out of the hospital in a few months. It looks like she clenched him too tightly for him to expel a load. That would explain why no breeding collar was magically placed on her. She isn’t legally his unless he comes back and somehow succeeds.”

“I didn’t realize a normal mare could mess a guy up like that,” commented Mocha, shivering.

“Well,” jested Twilight as she turned to trot back towards the entrance of the farm. “If anyone could survive her it’d be you, the stallion that somehow had sex with both Daybreaker and Nightmare and lived to tell about it.” Her jovial expression faded a little as she considered. “Hmm…”

”Well,” Mocha chuckled awkwardly. “It was less sex as it was a bit of burning followed by sisterly squabbling with me caught in the middle.” He hoped she didn’t think he was too impressive; it might result in her expecting too much from him at an inopportune moment.

She didn’t answer further though, so he followed her quietly as they went to her second appointment for the day.

“Why isn’t the sky already clear?” Twilight seethed with frustration as she trudged through the marketplace. “There are actually clouds sitting in the market at eye-level. What kind of a weather captain allows this?”

They’d been looking for her contact for hours, and she was getting so peeved that Mocha expected her to start leaving smoldering hoofprints like her mentor. Mocha looked around himself, not wanting her to be too angry during their inevitable forced courtship that night; she was already intimidating enough.

Not only that, but he wanted to get this tedious day done. Not doing any hard work all day was surprisingly exhausting since he was used to building. He was relieved when they finally found her, and probably shouldn’t have been surprised.

The cyan rainbow-maned pegasus was slacking off on a low-lying cloud, a few hooves off the ground in one corner of the marketplace. On the cloud with her was a black-coated pegasus with a white and light cyan striped mane, who had her pinned against the cloud mounting onto her back. In spite of the public nature of their act, it didn’t seem anypony in the market was taking note, which made sense as there was a lot of breeding that went on around festivals, and it wasn’t like public sex was illegal.

Rainbow didn’t seem to mind being dominated enough to push the stallion off her as his pulsating shaft lay against her rump, but it wasn’t like she had a choice if he’d come to claim her. She wasn’t giving him an easy time, though. As she smirked up at him, she shifted her rump over so that he slipped against her thigh instead of penetrating her with his first thrust. He tried to line up his shaft with a hoof, but she squirmed a little out from beneath him, forcing him to use both hooves to hold her hips steady.

“Keep your plot still, Dash. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” the stallion panted, quite okay with the lack of consent. “Finally got a breeding license and always wanted a go at you… all the guys are gonna be so jealous, such an athletic hottie as my first mare…”

“Yeah, good luck with that, Thunderlane,” Rainbow eye-rolled, but spread her hind legs and held still. “This isn’t going to end the way you're hoping it will.”

“Rainbow Dash is that you?” Twilight asked angrily, as if a mare colored like that could be anyone else. “Why haven’t you done your job?”

Rainbow glanced at Twilight, then eye-rolled again and ignored her. Thunderlane attempted to thrust again, but somehow still missed even when Rainbow was perfectly still, pressing against her at an awkward angle and popping out again. It probably didn’t help that he hadn’t gotten her properly wet, but even without that his movement was awkward. His hooves were shaking as he lined up his shaft again, so Mocha assumed he hadn’t done this before.

“Lay off!” Thunderlane growled at Twilight. “Watch me score if you want, but stop making noise when my dream fuck is coming true!”

“Well that’s brave,” Twilight growled, looking annoyed but knowing he was right under her mentor’s laws. “Just hurry and claim her so I can get her off her lazy plot.”

Twilight pulled out a notepad and jotted something down, and Mocha had to wonder if she kept a list of ponies that had wronged or insulted her. That made him even more nervous, just because he legally owned this mare whether he wanted to or not, didn’t mean he wouldn’t have to watch it around her.

Rainbow grunted in annoyance and grasped his shaft with a wing to move it to the correct angle. She moved her rear up enough to push his dick into her, but gave herself enough room to thrust before he could finish sinking all the way to the hilt.

“Buck yeah this is… “ Thunderlane started. “Ah!”

From Mocha’s perspective, Rainbow only thrust three times before she climaxed, but the movement was blurred. Juice burst from the penetration so violently that Mocha and Twilight had to step back to keep from getting splattered in a fine mist of mare juice. Thunderlane didn’t seem as happy as he should be, eyes going wide as his whole body tensed up before freezing in place as if suddenly paralyzed.

“Thanks for the quickie, Thunder,” Rainbow chuckled. “Looks like you need a little more practice though.”

As he clenched his eyes closed as if in great pain, Rainbow slid out from under him, separating with a lewd slurp and kissing his flushed cheek. She turned, swished her tail at Twilight dismissively, and then took off to fly across the market.

Twilight sighed, “Sleep.”

The magic washed over Rainbow, the pegasus suddenly going limp as she crashed to the ground, flipping head over hoof four times before skidding to a stop across the pavement and lying still, taking deep breaths as she slept soundly. A few ponies took notice, including a few guards, but they must have known who Twilight was because they didn’t interfere.

Mocha blinked, wondering why she put her to sleep instead of just binding her. Apparently Twilight wanted to keep her quiet while she looked at other things though, trotting over to the paralyzed stallion curiously.

“I’ve never seen a pegasus move that fast,” Twilight commented. “She thrust at least a dozen times a second there, but not even my eyes could count them all.”

Twilight turned Thunderlane over, the stallion remaining as stiff as a wax statue. Mocha had never seen a pony so stunned about anything. His shaft was throbbing repeatedly as if trying to cum, but the sensory overload had him shooting blanks; it was clear that he hadn’t fulfilled his goal of claiming Rainbow. Given the nasty-looking friction burns on his shaft, Mocha doubted he’d be trying again any time soon, if ever.

“That fast?” Mocha asked. “I only saw like… three.”

“Yes you would have,” Twilight said dismissively. “I’ve only ever seen Wonderbolt guards move that fast though. I've only seen the elite bolts make a stallion passed just from rapid thrusting. She’s too childish to really be on par with them at the moment though.

“Ahem,” a nearby pony cleared his throat, and they looked over to see a pair of medic ponies with a stretcher. “If you’re… done…”

“Ah, of course,” Twilight stepped back. “I didn’t notice you… were you actually standing by and waiting?”

“Indeed,” said a white, pink-maned pony in a nurse’s cap. “We had a report somepony was trying to court her… this always happens.” She sighed. “Here lately she and some other ponies in town have been keeping the hospital so busy that you’d think there was a pandemic… and that stallions would learn.”

“Fascinating,” Twilight’s eyes lit up with interest, turning to Mocha. She seemed to like having someone nearby to rattle on to when she had ideas. “The amount of pegasus magic that she has to channel to do that is impressive… and without even trying to from what I saw. She could be quite a powerful asset as well… if she stopped being quite so lazy.”

“Uh, yeah,” Mocha replied, afraid she’d get upset if he didn’t smile and nod at her observations. There were some scary mares in town for sure, even if he’d had scarier ones on him already.

“Also…” Twilight added, her face softening a bit. “I should thank you for not treating me like… that stallion was trying to treat her.”

“Ah… I would never…” Mocha blushed slightly, shifting a hoof nervously and glancing away.

“Anyway,” Twilight sighed. “Let’s go talk to her.”

Twilight trotted over to Rainbow, a few curious ponies backing away from the sleeping pegasus when Twilight approached.

“Wake,” Twilight said simply and Rainbow’s eyes fluttered open again.

“Damn magic,” Rainbow’s face immediately scowled up at Twilight, then pulled herself up off the pavement.

“I can do a lot worse than that with magic,” Twilight scowled right back. “If I decide that you’re not going to get to work keeping this sky clear! You know her Highness demands the festival area be cloudless for at least a week before the festival!”

“Look, it’s not all my fault, okay?” Rainbow grunted, dusting herself off. “I’ve had to deal with three stallions so far today. Do you have any idea how much energy it takes to do that?”

“Approximately 14.5 kilojoules?” Twilight said after only a brief pause.

“What?” Rainbow tilted her head, not having expected an answer.

“Was I right?” asked Twilight with interest, as if she found it deeply important to be right.

“Uh, sure,” Rainbow nodded. “Look uh, I’ll get right on that, okay? No problem.”

“Very well,” Twilight puffed her chest out a little with pride, then turned to head off once again. “Come Mocha. You need to keep close to me so nopony gets ideas.”

“I really don’t think you have to worry about stallions coming after you,” said Mocha as he caught up to her. “I don’t think anypony wants to be that close to Daybreaker on a regular basis.”

“Mmph,” Twilight glanced at him a little, face tensing. She sure was sensitive about disrespect to the pony she wanted to murder more than anything.

“Not meant as an insult!” Mocha backtracked slightly. “She’s just intimidating…” He quickly tried to change the subject. “A-about the other mares we met today though… I’m surprised to see so many mares messing up stallions. I mean it’s not like I paid attention to that sort of thing before, but I expected them to be… slightly less violent at least.”

“I suppose,” Twilight said as she hurried along, even if she didn’t seem very eager to head back to the library with him either.

As they continued, he started to worry about having to be with Twilight though. She was more dangerous than Applejack or Rainbow. Did that mean something terrible might happen to him when he tried to mate with her? He wasn’t keen on more abuse after what happened to him before; he’d have probably been in the hospital for months too if Daybreaker hadn’t had expert healers heal him to send him off with her apprentice.

But how to ask Twilight if she was going to make it painful for him without offending her?

“You know, I read somewhere,” Mocha said carefully. “That Nightmare’s apprentice Trixie has a kink where she likes to do it in a cannon that fires them into the air half-way through the act… and that’s one reason nopony wants to claim her.”

“And?” Twilight asked, annoyed at the mention of the other apprentice. Mocha realized too late that she was probably rivals with Trixie just as Daybreaker was rivals with Nightmare.

“Well I was just hoping,” Mocha stammered. “That you don’t have any… dangerous kinks like that.”

“Relax,” Twilight sighed, seeming to calm slightly. “Just because I can easily melt your brain or turn you into a bug doesn’t mean I will.“ That was too specific for his taste, but she continued. “Despite my discomfort at the idea, I will follow my mentor’s instruction. You will be allowed to put your seed in me without being harmed. Despite my attitude towards you I am a little curious….. given you're bigger than any of my toys.”

Did that mean she was discreetly eyeing his goods up when he was getting boners earlier? He supposed that was a little flattering.

“Ah,” Mocha nodded, but added a bit self-consciously. “I’ll try to make you um… happy with it too. I’m not really comfortable breeding you without consent, so I hope I can um… get you to um…”

“I appreciate it, but you are a very strange breeder,” Twilight quirked an eyebrow at him. “Then again you had the title forced on you less than a day ago much like you were forced on me, regardless we’ll do as needed until I figure out a way to break this contract…or I start popping out fillies.”

Mocha decided at that point that it was best just not to talk at all for the rest of the walk, but Twilight started talking again after a few minutes.

“We have more ponies to check with tomorrow,” she mused. “On another subject though… I wonder if a colt like you, that actually survived sex with Daybreaker and Nightmare, might be capable of successfully breeding mares like that. With a little magical assistance at least.”

“You’re not gonna experiment on me with magic are you?” Mocha asked nervously.

“I’m Daybreaker’s number one student,” Twilight said simply. “You can’t expect to have me in your harem and never be experimented on; you are perhaps the only colt in Equestria to have his penis soaked in two of the deadliest vaginas in all creation and still be intact.”

“I guess,” Mocha decided against arguing as it might only make it worse, though she did raise another question in his mind. “Why are so many mares hurting the stallions that come for them anyway? I guess I never really took note before… is that common?”

“Well,” Twilight explained. “Breeder law only got fully cemented less than a decade ago after the last sisterly civil war. They realized they couldn’t fight as much with the plummeting population, and didn’t want to have to hold back.”

“I know that part,” Mocha nodded.

“But we’ve been a matriarchal society up to that point,” Twilight said. “And still all government positions are held by females. It’s a bitter pill to swallow for many who were raised with that mindset, so they find ways to avoid an unwanted male being forced upon them, not to mention outside of Canterlot ponies tend to bend the rules they dislike more. I was lucky that I was always too intimidating as Daybreaker’s student, but might have tried to think up some way out of it myself if that wasn’t the case.”

“Yeah, well thanks for not doing something like that to me in advance,” Mocha gulped.

“In these two instances,” Twilight continued. “They males weren’t permanently damaged, and the injury was caused by the act itself rather than them just outright attacking the stallion. So the stallion feels enough pain that he doesn’t want to try again, but no law has been broken by the mare either since they aren’t stopping him from trying again if he wants.”

As she spoke, they arrived at the library they’d be staying at. It was rather nice, built into an enormous tree of all things. Mocha was glad it hadn’t been palace-like, so that should avoid some traumatic flashbacks while living there.

“Sup, Twi,” Spike opened the door after Twilight knocked. “I’ve settled in for us, but it looks like there’s only one bedroom so uh… hope you weren’t wanting too much privacy.”

“Really?” said Mocha, glancing in.

He blushed a bit when he realized the whole thing was mostly just one room, bookshelves surrounding the middle of the tree, with the bedroom area not even sectioned off. It was just on a raised area on one side of the room with stairs leading up between some bookcases to get to it.

Worse, Spike had been ‘thoughtful’ enough to light the bedroom area with romantic incense candles, heart pillows on the bed, and even a mirror on the headboard as if he thought they might like to look in it while in the act.

“Going above and beyond as always, Spike,” Twilight praised him, but her blush also matched Mocha’s. “Thank you, though that wasn’t necessary. Seriously, it wasn’t.”

“My pleasure, sister,” Spike smiled, then turned to Mocha. “Also, I told my buds in town that you might come to guy’s night. Get ready for some fun!... but I’ll let you get to some other kind of fun for now.”

“Right,” Mocha blushed harder.

“Indeed,” said Twilight stiffly, trotting in with Mocha. She hung the closed down on the door before shutting and locking it. “Let’s go ahead and get settled in, but I’ll be shutting the library during our mandatory… activities. Unlike some of the ponies in town, I don’t favor an audience.”

“Lucky guy,” Spike thumbed-up at Mocha, then turned to hop off. “I know you’re nervous dude, but a lotta guys would kill for a go at her.”

“Spike,” scolded Twilight, tensing up further.

Spike sighed and looked down dejectedly. “You’re about to give me busy work, aren’t you?”

“Not busy work, it’s a very important job in fact,” Twilight tried to make it sound good for his sake at least. “I need you to locate the other ponies I need to meet tomorrow and try to set up an appointment for me. I don’t want to have to search for one like I did today.”

“Right!” Spike saluted, easily won over by his Mistress making the job sound important. He took the notepad from Twilight and looked rather proud as he headed out of the tree house. Twilight locked the door behind him.

Mocha gulped again, having difficulty looking directly at Twilight. Even if he was supposed to be the stud of a new harem, it didn’t feel like he was in charge around somepony like her.

Twilight sighed and trotted over towards the stairs leading up to the bed area. She didn’t hesitate to go there, but had her tail instinctively clamped down over her bits as if she wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. Mocha more followed behind her, and though he was definitely nervous, his sheath was filling out rapidly in anticipation.